Cliché (Miya Atsumu)

23

After some months it's finally near the end of March and third-year eventually came to a halt. College was coming not long after spring break, it starts on the 1st of April. This was a nervous page to turn for everyone I'm sure, but also a thrilling one nevertheless.

Do your best not to throw some sort of tantrum.

Don't grip onto her waist like last time just so she won't leave.

Let her do her things without any complaints.

I kept telling myself these three things as harshly as I could no matter how tempting it was. I'd have to deal with worse things if I didn't accept this, her scolding to be exact.

"Why'd ya have so many clothes dammit!" I groan in defeat.

"It's not way too much, you just hate helping!" (Y/N) replies, "I also want to wear nice things in college."

"It looks like you're taking a whole clothing store to college!"

"No, it doesn't! Have you ever seen a clothing store Atsumu?!"

I was helping her pack before she leaves to catch the train tomorrow morning.

So far: (Y/N) is leaving for Osaka tomorrow, Suna and Gin have already left to Tokyo as me and Osamu are leaving to get there in a three days time.

We're not all separating luckily. But a lot of my classmates are going to cities rather than staying in the countryside here in Hyogo.

"Ya don't have to wear fancy things to college, it's unnecessary," I grumble while folding her shirt and lazily chucking it in her open suitcase. Subsequently, it became unfolded again when landing on the pile.

"It's not that fancy, and let me do what I want," She takes the shirt I threw and re-folds it properly, "Can you please help me out without throwing my stuff in like trash?"

I grumble again, reluctantly continuing to assist her, "Ya don't need to wear all these, you're fine with just normal plain T-shirts and jeans."

"That's no fun, I'm not like you, I like other nice clothes too, sometimes I like wearing dresses, sometimes I like wearing skirts, maybe another day I can wear a nice blouse with jeans." She smiles ambitiously.

"College isn't a fashion show! Ya ain't showing off to anyone!" A pout forms from the frustration, but she simply laughs in return.

"So what if it's not a fashion show?" She grins while looking at her chosen outfits, "I still want to look nice."

I watch her eyes dart from different areas at the clothes that were scattered around her used-to-be tidy room. But it's now full of bags on the floor and all the drawers were messily open.

(Y/N)'s has a shelf above her study desk, it used to have some scrapbooks and textbooks but now was emptier with only her photo frames of her family and friends and small succulent plant pots sitting casually.

She wasn't going to completely empty out her room since she's not moving, but she was taking all the things that she needs to Osaka.

"Ya better not wear dresses and all that all the time," I lecture.

"Haha, why not?"

The was a momentary pause when I looked at her with an almost offended face, before seizing her into a big, tight hug. I heard her shriek weakly in surprise but then quickly transition into a burst of muffled giggles.

What's the point of wearing nice things if I'm not there to see it, right?

"Ya don't need to wear fancy clothes for anyone other than me!" I loudly claim, "I'm also hungry! This is boring, let's go get food!"