n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
there is nothing left to worry about the sun and her flowers are here. - rupi kaur
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my afternoon classes had just started, and i was rushing my ways through the hallways. as much as i loved being part of the student counsel it sure was a sun-of-a-gun to get half way across the school for my afternoon classes.
i barely notice the foot that's jutted out across the hallways, purposely put there to trip only me. and by the time i do notice it, i've already started falling. this was great, not only was i going to be late for my classes, but i would be late and have a headache.
however, before my back can hit the ground a pair of arms are carefully tucked around my waist. i look up to meet soft hazel eyes, and i don't want to look away.
i've never seen these eyes before, but i never want to look away. they're soft, so so soft, and all i can see is the sweet sap of tress as i'm captured in his eyes. i'm snapped out of my gaze by a tap to my shoulder, and a lazily placed grin.
"falling for me already student counsel president?"
it's not the last flirty encounter i have with the blonde. i find myself being put under strange obnoxious situations for the next week, each time i'm left with yet another cheesy pickup line.
i can't deny that they're working, the charm of the blonde that's been following me around all week is sucking me in. i'm a lost puppy and without his guidance i find myself wanting nothing more then to go home.
i found out that i had met the male before, that i also found out he went by terushima. he was handsome, and played on our schools volleyball team.
i had went to so many of his games, i was surprised i didn't recognize him. i would organize the cheers every time they went, and was more then glad when they finally lost. no more games, no more after dark meetups to organize a cheer we would only use once.
when i was asked to ask the team captain of the volleyball team what they're budget was for the year i found my sweat outtake slowly increasing.
there was a hot guy on the volleyball team, a hot guy that had been hitting on me all week. but this was my duty, and as my duty i found myself trudging my way down to the gym, nothing but a barren smile and a weak grip on reality in my pockets.
i couldn't believe my eyes, i enter the gym and it's decorated with flowers, roses and daffodils flooding the walls. the volleyball nets are entangled with fair lights, and the gym's lights are turned off.
the centre piece of the room is terushima himself, a bouquet of what i know as my favourite flowers are in his hands. he's wearing the school uniform, which i hadn't notice looked absolutely amazing on him. he's grinning like an idiot, and i know it can't mean anything good.
"you came all this way for me?" he asks, holding out the bouquet.
i smile at him, stepping towards his lifted hand.
"any day, terushima."
and by the time i'm in the centre of the room i'm being pulled into a kiss. it's everything. his lips are so soft against mine, and my hands that run through his hair feel nothing but angelic. his lip piercing feels odd against my tongue, but in the moment i didn't care.
