Purple - Yata Misaki Love Story

Part 12

I began to meet Yata for 'hangouts' that Jesse classified as 'dates' at the skate park.
The two of us would fly past each other and try and show off tricks. Yata was a lot better at that kind of thing than I was, especially since he had cooler options with his skateboard.
It was cooler out when we met up today, and I lacked the right clothes. Yata grabbed me by the wrist and brought me straight back to the bar so I wouldn't catch a cold. He ran down the stairs to his room claiming he was going to give me one of his old sweaters, and I'd never felt more content in my life.
Tatara and I talked away about random things like food while we waited, since cooking was apparently his new hobby, or something.
Tatara suddenly stood when Yata came back and threw me the sweater, heading for the door to go back to the skating park,
"No, stay." He began, "I've actually been meaning to ask you, Yata-chan, to show me a skateboarding trick."
Yata rose a brow, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah! I've never tried."
Misaki frowned, but we moved some tables out of the way together and everyone gathered in a circle to watch Tatara give it a go.
Yata I'm sure knew that there was no way Tatara would get away with it, and after my fits of laughter with Yata explaining the moves with weird hand movements and the word "woosh" and "Bamb" Tatara finally gave up on skateboarding.
Anna pulled Tatara down and asked him about his other hobby, singing. Tatara stood back up with a proud look and grabbed his guitar, saying something about being recognized.
"I didn't know Tatara could sing." I whispered to Yata.
"Yeah, he plays every once in a while. He's really good."
I turned from the male to Tatara as he began playing. My eyes widened slightly as he began to sing, the bar was silent as everyone listened, the music touching my ears, my mind and my soul.

I knew in that moment, for sure, that this was where I belonged. This place, all these people, have been what I've been hoping and dreaming for all this time.