Not a Phase ⛅️ [Tenya Iida Fanfic]

C.16 "OH MY GOD! I'M NOT WEIRD!"

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It was six hours since you had rejected Iida.

You were in the kitchen, placing a pink basin filled with dirty dishes into the sink.

You turned on the tap and let the water rise.

At the same time you went to go put an apron on.

Most people would wash the dishes
without one, but you needed protection.

Because when you washed dishes you got messy.

Extremely messy.

Water would splash and stain everything, especially your shirt and you hated wearing wet clothes.

So you washed dishes with an apron on to not wet your outfit.

You went back to the sink with a red apron on and your phone. You turned off the tap and turned on your phone to play the song 'Satisfied'.

It was a popular song from the hit broadway musical Hamilton.

You started singing along to the song while washing the dishes.

You washed the dishes viciously.

The song reminded you of when you had rejected Iida.

And that heart breaking look on his face flashed back into your head.

You nearly dropped the fragile,
glass cup you were washing.

A sharp pain hit your chest for a few seconds.

You started shaking uncontrollably and started tearing up.

'This is honestly bullshit.'

You started crying.

You were washing
the dishes while crying.

How fun and not pathetic was that.

'My feelings are messed up...so, so, so
messed up. I'm a horrible person...I couldn't told Iida no in a more...not hurtful way...'
You sighed.

You used your elbow to wipe away your stream of tears.

'Maybe I should've said yes? Better yet,
I should've said I needed time to think about it.'
You sniffed.

'God. How's Iida even taking it...? It's so obvious that that was his first time asking a girl out! And he was so cute while doing it.'
You frowned to yourself and more tears started forming in your eyes.

'But what's done is done...I can't change the past.'

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You thought about Iida the whole evening and night; and not in a good way.

You felt stupid, regretful, tired and confused.