"(Y/N)," you say as you read the text message, "I wish we could talk more. Please meet me again sometime?"
You stare at your phone and catch your reflection in the screen. Your blushing. Why are you blushing? You have no idea.
You hear a crash coming outside your bedroom door so you get up and walk over.
"Did you just send me a text?" You say without a quiver in your voice as you open your bedroom door to reveal the bucket of purple paint you know a little too well.
"No," Tsukyama says as he freezes and straightens himself up, "What number is it?' You turn your phone around to show him. He squints and says, "well, I recognise that number but I don't know who it is."
You look at him questionably. Surely it could be his number since you haven't given your number to anyone other than him.
Tsukyama fiddles around with your phone before saying, "Oh yeah, I know who this is."
"Who?!" You shout joyfully.
"You'll see."
You give him a confused look. Tsukyama turns the phone to face you. It's the thread with the unknown number except there is two messages now.
One coming from you.
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