haruki's pov:
i dont think akihiko can tell that he's obviously staring at me.
should i say something?
i dont want things to get awkward.
"hey can i help you?"
well, i said it.
"i can tell your staring at me haha,
um what's your name?"
you stupid fuck. why am i diving deeper into this conversation.
"oh haha ur hair's really pretty, its like glowing, do you get it professionally treated?" he replied with a smirk.
"sorry for looking tho" he winked
woah he's smooth, i thought to myself
the fuck do i say now.
*"ah thanks haha! what college are u going too?"*
_"im actually running late to my violin course with my friend"_
"*you play violin?-- that's hella cool*"
not long later i glance out the window to see a familiar college campus
"*well its my stop! it was nice talking to you*"
while i was getting out of my seat he grabbed my arm
"hold on"
he passed his phone which screen read "new contact"
"_what's your number hehe_"
this guy.
i keyed in my number
contact name: haruki :p
phone number: xx xxx xx xxx x
"i gotta get going now! byee text me hehe"
"for sure" he replied.
and with that,
me and akihiko, the guy i was talking about a few hours ago
was my friend.
ahhhhhh tis was kinda messy and i hope yall still understand what's going on hehe
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Fanfictionharuki and akihiko are bandmates and bestfriends but one wanted more than the other did
