I'm just gonna jump into this, here we go!
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It's been a month, dammit. A whole damn month. We haven't talked, hung out, heck we've never done as much as make eye contact while we were in the same rooms! Guess what, he's even in the soccer team now... Maybe I was just a cushion for him to rest on before he got used to the pain that was this school... I wouldn't blame him, I'm so plain looking who would want to hang out with me?
Aurgh, what am I doing, thinking like this? Masochism is not the answer to this right now.
"Hey! Nakamoto Yuta!" I'd done it. I'd actually done it... I'd gathered up enough courage to talk to that bastard. That beautiful, sweet, bastard.
"I-I've gotta go, guys..." His friends had heard me too, they were all eying me. Yuta must have noticed that, because he actually decided to talk to me. Seriously.
"What did you want, Y/n?" He let the words flow out of his mouth so casually. It made me so mad. Yeah, cause those months of friendship just never existed. What a jerk.
"What did I want? What did I want?! That's the most your concerned about? How about a 'Wow Y/n, it's been a long time since we'd seen each other how have you been?' or you could spare a 'I'm so sorry for leaving you in the dirt after joining the fricking soccer team, are you proud?' But do you know what I really want?! A proper apology, Yuta." I couldn't get any more out, my lungs heavy and my face covered in tears. His face, as usual, was empty. You couldn't see what he was thinking. But a shine appeared suddenly.
"Y/n... Y/n, not everything's about you! Do you know why I hadn't hung out with you for the past month? My brother thought you were up to something. You know why I'm in the soccer team? My brother forced me to. Maybe if you'd cared more about me, you would've asked." He gave out a frustrated laugh, "You'd even heard my arguments with him multiple times but you're too much of a coward to say anything." His hand was tangling his hair at this point, and I'd stopped crying. Maybe he'd been right.
I'd been thinking about myself this entire time. This entire time. With no room in my brain for me to even think about how my friend has been. How he's adjusting, if he's alright.
"Yeah, that's right." Yuta crossed his arms, and I'd realized I just said that out loud. I let my arms to my sides and loosen up my tensed muscles.
"I'm sorry..." My voice is heavy, "Are you and your brother..." I date to glance at his eyes, and I see something I haven't seen. His eyes showing emotion. It's soft, almost forgiving... but that might just be me imagining things.
"We're fine now..." Yuta sighs again. What's with him and sighing? "And I'm sorry. I wan't thinking wither, having been under the influence my brother was genuinely watching my every move and knowing my every motive." Another awkward laugh.
"I'm sorry too, I've been a selfish bastard myself, please forgive me." I bow and clench my eyes, knowing I'd done the worst on my end.
"I forgive you."
"I forgive you."
Widened eyes were met, and I smiled, seeing a happy pair of eyes matching a mischievous smile.
I smiled back, and was pulled into a hug. I hesitated and returned the favor, chuckling as he chuckled as well.
He pulled back, his smile not faltering.
"Now how about that coffee? I'll pay."
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Here it is, 1-800-get-help, please acknowledge my work! I did try my best, but I cannot say enough how sorry I am for how long it's been, and I do hope it doesn't seem rushed. 🙇🏻♀️
