Drizzles of a Symphony • Semi Eita

❥ sixty-second drizzle.

❥ Soulmate AU; Where your soulmate gets a mark on his skin, the moment you fall in love with him.

• Semi x Een •

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"Oh my god, I got so many fancams, I'm gonna be youtube-famous overnight!" Hichimiya exclaims, excitement bubbling as she takes the steps down and out of the arena.

"The fact that you managed fancams while it's actually not allowed for the most part of the concert is beyond me."

Aimee, Hichimiya and I had come to Osaka to attend a concert, and the two decide to come back to Tokyo to visit our apartment before they head off back home; Hichimiya back to Miyagi and Aimee over to Kyoto.

Each time Hichimiya gets distracted or wanders off on her own, Aimee shoots me a questioning glance, and it makes me instantly remember the way Semi kissed me as if hinting something. This makes me flush right away, probably provoking Aimee even further, enough that she drags me to my room as soon as we enter our apartment.

Semi is sitting by the desk, scribbling something, and he instantly looks up and stuffs his notes inside his file when Aimee drags me and heads over to him.

"What did you do to her?"

"Well, it's been a while, Miyuzawa."

"You know I hate when people call me that, and yet you have the audacity to provoke me. The fact that you're still shitty hasn't changed."

"And the fact that you still lack respect before barging into a couple's room unannounced still stays the same, I see."

I start to get war flashbacks to Semi and Aimee's constant squabbles back in high school, and I sigh, putting my hands on both of their faces to avoid them from speaking any further.

"Eita, can you go say hi to Hichimiya? She might start bullying Takeru if she is left out on the balcony until she gets bored."

Semi squints his eyes at Aimee, then gives me a small smile before he listens to what I said and leaves the room. I wait until he closes the door, before I let out another sigh.

"And here I thought you two would do better if you spent some time away. Clearly it got worse."

"What am I supposed to do? You said you had something to talk about, and Semi looked oblivious as fuck. Tell me." She says, sitting down at the end of our bed. "How many months?"

"What-"

"What? I thought you were pre-"

"Stop right there!" I hiss, putting my hand on her face once again in embarrassment. "That was NOT what I was going to tell you!"

"What?? But..."

I was pretty sure my talk with Aimee would go like this, so I hurry to shake my head.

Semi had told me that it was more likely for Aimee to open up and tell me something about what was bothering her if I went ahead and told something about myself, as well. And I could understand where he was going with, but it really wasn't the lack of trust thing that didn't make Aimee want to share that fact with me; but the fact that she didn't want to worry me.

I had a perfect excuse cooked up to tell her; I tell her about how things had gone with Dad and how it had bothered me; and Aimee listens intently, nodding her head as she sympathizes with my struggle.