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ᴇ ᴜ ɴ ᴏ ɪ ᴀ
[ʏᴏᴏ-ɴᴏʏ-ᴜʜ] × ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ
(ɴ.) ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ. "ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ"
She sat there, laughing at the new first-year duo. Her laughter was the summer rain and the birdsong too, and every time I heard it, no matter...
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Mei ___________________________________
_____WALKINGWHENIT'SDARKOUTSIDE, holding the hand of someone you love just hits different. It's like doing something dangerous but feeling completely safe because of a presence beside you.
It didn't feel right talking about our family's problems while Atsumu was there. Sei-niisan and Amaya-san were the first members of my family he met and yet he had to hear all about our bullshit instantly. Ever since then, there was something on his mind...and I couldn't tell what.
And I was selfish...because now, felt like a great time to pour some of myself out to him. Despite him being troubled by something, I wanted to pour even more of my problems to him. And yet, I kept my mouth shut. I forced it shut. I kept biting my tongue, so I wouldn't ruin shit.
"What's on your mind?" I ask suddenly, trying to keep my mind from pouring my sins as regrets out for him. He looks at me, squeezing my hand tighter, as if to assure himself that I was still there.
"Kuromiya Akihiro...who is he?" He asks, making me frown. That wasn't the topic I was prepared to talk about. But this...this is even more important.
"I remember it all like it was yesterday. It was the late 2000's when our families pushed aside our differences and our rivalry and accepted the fact that if we work together, we could achieve even more. At that time, our grandparents were the heads of our families and with their decision, they passed their thrones to their sons. My father was never around because he was always working, which is why both my brother and I grew up in our uncle's patriarchy. He controlled our every move, aiming to raise us the way he wanted, in our father's stead. Both Tenma-niisan and I were glued to books and other activities. We never got to leave our mansion's territory and make friends...play with children our age. It was always just the three of us. Tenma, Seijuro, and I. Even if they were older than me, they still brought me on their adventures, which is why I here up to be quite boyish." I look up at the sky, enjoying the darkness.
"But I earned to make friends. I was always curious what kids my age were like. What were their hobbies and personalities? But I was always pushed away in kindergarten because I was treated as royalty by the grownups. Obviously, they wanted to be in our family's favor. And then, when the Kuromiyas and Akashis suddenly became best friends, I was introduced to a boy my age. Akihiro. Of course, my uncle's and his father's intention we're clear. We were to become comfortable around each other and then they would arrange a marriage between us. What they did not expect, that we would become too comfortable around each other. We were the same. We were controlled by our families, we hated the head of our family, we had no friends aside from our siblings and we were both hated by our classmates at school. I was tomboyish, but I was still a good little girl...while he was a spawn of Satan."
I laugh at the pranks he pulled back then and glance at Atsumu, who suddenly changes direction and brings me to a park. We find swings and while I was about to occupy one for myself, he beats me to it, taking a seat and dragging me on his lap. He wraps his arms around me, not saying anything, and continues listening.
