Cliché (Miya Atsumu)

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Numerous memories in this humble room!

When we were still in our third year of high school, I used to stealthily sneak to (Y/N)'s old home a lot during the middle of the night. 

There would be many times my family members caught me halfway through my great expeditious escapes, but there were also many times I would be successful thanks to my dear brother's help.

(Y/N) had this habit where her window would be opened slightly and so I'd tap it gently to which she'd notice and whisper-scold me to leave.

I'd be told to go home before my mother finds out and wacks me on the head hahaha... 

But if I'm lucky enough and if she's feeling happy, we'd talk for a long period of time – though, I could never really get her out of that damn room since she was too anxious that she'd get in trouble as well.

When I did succeed to somehow persuade (Y/N) (who is still wearing her pajamas in these situations) and playfully manage drag her to come out, it would barely be like four meters away from her window. Plus, she'd then crawl back in awkwardly after a short ten minutes of bravely stepping out. And when (Y/N) looks back up to me, she would scold me in her harsh whispery tone to go home, again.

This girl loves to nag me when in actuality I knew that she enjoyed seeing me as much as I enjoyed seeing her in these scenarios.

Often I seem to forget about how fun it was being young teenagers in high school.

Sincerely, I'd do lots of things just to go back and be a kid again for a day, doing all nonsensical shit like that all over repeatedly. But of course, I'm more than satisfied with my "grown-up" life right now. However enjoyably thinking back, things then were so much more fruitful and innocent than it is now.

It's also just standing in this damn room that's making me all nostalgic and stuff! I'm rambling random crap again!

I'm in Hyogo to help with my girlfriend's belongings in her old family home.

There are a lot of cardboard boxes here in (Y/N)'s old room, many filled with photobooks, clothes, home accessories, and so on...

When I was glancing around, I suddenly felt like this place is much emptier emotion-wise despite how cramped and messy from the scattered boxes ironically enough.

Oddly, I didn't know how to react throughout this process thus my untalkative nature currently.

It took a few long seconds before (Y/N) notices me staring off into space with a cardboard box still in my hands and so she speaks to break the trance.

"It's been a while since we last stood in this place together, right?" she says, tiredly sighing between her words whilst emptying the last few drawers, "My old room is great!"

"Yeah," I reply, looking at her shelf above her old study desk, "Your whole house really."

Laughing lightly, she states, "You've always liked my house more than I ever did, I swear."

"Well 'cuz it was more fun."

There used to be quite a few photo frames of family members and friends, but now it's more barren with only her plant pots, which also needed to be packed up too.

I know it's just me being soft, but this room naturally feels blanker and blanker every time I visit, and it drove me to wonder how many times I've visited this place to notice this tiny detail and how long it has actually been since I last came here.