𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

☑ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᵐᵃⁿ

ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｔｈｉｒｔｙ－ｆｉｖｅ

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The static of the radio eradicated the silence that was once corrupting the mundane-spaced room. Along with it was the sound of the pencil being brushed on the grainy texture of the sheets of paper, the Sunday afternoon sun piercing through the binds of the window.

(Y/N) huffed with the tormenting heat clutching into her skin, her supposedly baggy sando now clinging into her body. Warm pearls of sweat started to roll down her chin as she hesitantly wiped it to avoid the icky liquid from drenching on the object that she was currently writing on.

Her sight lingered around the questions on the slam book that she randomly picked on the sidewalk. She has no idea who got so frustrated with it that it was sitting on top of the pile of trash; maybe a disappointed girlfriend who received it as a monthsary gift from her 10-year old roblox boyfriend... I mean who really knows, am I right? The important thing is that (Y/N) got it for free.

"Who do you want to see you in your most fragile state in the hardest moment of your life?" The young woman read the printed words aloud while occasionally tapping her pen against the fragility of her puffed cheek. 

She pursed her lips as she fell into the abyss that her mind possesses. It took her a couple of minutes to render the answer that she was gonna put on the book. Since she doesn't want to sully the pastel aesthetic that the sheets of the expensive-looking slam book with her blotting pen, she scribbled the letters of the name of the person on a piece of sticky note. She would just transfer the answer on the book if she can finally buy a decent pen.

Her eyes got glued on the name that she jotted on the stationery, a dust of playful pink covering the bridge on her nose in the process. She stood up with a shy smile adorning her face and made her travel towards the fridge.

In complete suddenness, her sight started to swirl which prompted her to take a step back towards the table to hold on it for support. A not so foreign burning started to settle down on her chest as a certain factor within was pushing her to feel nauseous. 

Her fingers scampered in desperation to find her phone, a disappointed scowl immediately drawn on her expression after realizing that the battery was dead. That explains why her 3:00 PM alarm that signifies her to take her metformin and DPP-4 wasn't able to notify her.

She mentally cursed for being so engrossed with the useless book that she did not notice the time wistfully slipping away from her grip. Her orbs of (e/c) weakly darted to the wall clock above her, only to see the hour hand pointing at the number 5.

(Y/N) tried her best to walk towards her bedroom where her meds were located. Unfortunately, her legs started to wobble quite horribly that she found the simple act of walking as a very hard task to do. Gravity seemed to tease her as her torso began to feel so heavy, her body now completely dropped on the cold arms of the ground.

•••

Daisuke gently tapped his feet on the tiled floor of the supermarket as he waited for the line to move. It has been a long time since he have personally bought for his needs from the store so here he was, casually swinging the plastic grocery basket in a childish manner to ease the boredom that was starting to bubble deep within him.

"All sugar-free goods, huh? Are you on a diet?" He turned around to look on who suddenly spoke, his oceanic irises catching the sight of a blonde young woman that was on the line behind him. 

The boy flashed a small formal smile after realizing that his basket was full of sugar-free snacks and drinks. He mentally scolded his self for getting the said items instead of what he really needed. Why in the world did he just hoard these type of goods?

Ah.. maybe the one that he needed the most was the one who craves for these kind of snacks?

"Figures tho, you look very physically fit in every angle." Daisuke snapped from his embarrassing thoughts after hearing that playful flirting line from the female. He blinked his eyes in an attempt to process what she said and mumbled a thanks, a short chuckle now being emitted from the blonde's glossed lips.

"Next!" 

He inwardly expressed his gratitude towards the cashier for being on-time in calling him which saved him from having a forced conversation with the adult woman behind him just for the sake of formality and socialization. It just took five minutes for the employee to scan the items that he bought. He handed his trusty credit card to which the store clerk swiftly swiped in a quick second before returning it to him. 

After thanking the cashier and taking his groceries, he made his way to his car. Even he looked really calm on the outside, there has been a mental war outbreak happening inside him if whether or not he should give that one particular special young woman that he has been thinking about a short visit.

A distressed sigh climbed out of his throat as he gripped on his stirring wheel, stepping on the gas pedal as he finally made up his mind. He knew he will be regretting this decision of his to attach his self more with a person who has emotionally hurt him a couple of times already without that individual even knowing that he was getting affected with her actions.

His vehicle halted once it reached the front yard of the (h/c)-nette that he was aiming to spend time with. He went out of the car, the snack-filled paper bag resting on his right arm as he carefully made his way to her door and placed a couple of knocks on it.

There was no reply yet he could clearly hear the buzzing of the old radio inside. He cleared his throat before deciding to turn the knob to check if it was locked, only to effortlessly open the door.

Daisuke wasn't able to maintain his grip on the paper bag when his sight was welcomed with an unconscious figure of the young  woman. The contents of the bag spilled all over the floor as he now find his self strutting towards her, worry and anxiety taking over the best of him.

His hand immediately landed on her neck to check on her pulse, a slight sprinkle of relief poking on his chest. He gently wrapped his arms on the small of her back and her upper calf, carrying her in a traditional bridal style for the utmost comfort before delicately bringing her to the safety of his vehicle.

"Don't.. Don't leave me yet, (Y/N). Please hang in there."

•••

Melvin stared at the slambook that he saw his owner busy reading with before she suddenly fell asleep on the cold floor. His beady orbs scanned on the question that (Y/N) read aloud earlier as if he could actually understand it.

'Who do you want to see you in your most fragile state in the hardest moment of your life?'

A squawk left his beak, clinching on the sticky note where the young woman has scribbled her answer to the question on. He skillfully drifted through the doggy door and ran around the neighborhood's yard with the paper still on his beak.

"Oi, Melvin! What'ya got there?" Mrs. Paraiso, (Y/N)'s foreign neighbor, giggled with the chicken's behavior before it decided to hop on her arm. As if on cue, the fowl gently placed the sticky note on her to which she carefully inspected. Her dark hued orbs strayed on each of the letter, her lips parting while she read the name that was written on it.

"K.. ambe... Dai.. su..ke? Kambe Daisuke?"