SONGS OF GRACE ─ Ichimatsu Matsuno

№. V ─ バカ

バカ ━ idiot

Ichimatsu stood up with a grunt, opening the umbrella again, hoovering it over the two of them as they walked out into the rain once again. He grows a bit nervous when he sees the familiar car in sight. He's only seen it a few times when she was going to pick up (Y/n). But he never really was this close to it, nor got inside and met the so-called, 'Fukumi-san.'

(Y/n) sensed his discomfort, "Don't worry, Ichi. Fukumi-san's super nice. And besides, you're with me." She winks at him causing him to flinch and blush. (Y/n) opens the door in the back and gets in. Ichimatsu closes the umbrella and quickly gets in before he gets wet and shuts the door behind him.

"Good evening, Ichimatsu-sama," Fukumi says in the driver's seat with a smile. Ichimatsu felt his eyes grow wide when she used such formality on him. God, even calling him 'sama' is pretty awkward for him... in both ways.

"A-Ah, Good Evening..." He replies.

Fukumi smiles and accelerates on the gas, "So, what happened at the station? You really didn't explain it to me properly on the phone."

"Oh, It turns out there was an accident at the train station where I usually ride at. Ichimatsu just happened to be here in Shibuya. I was going to buy him a ticket home, but the station was unavailable and closed."

"Ohh, I see..." Fukumi says turning her signal before taking a left. "If you don't mind me asking, Ichimatsu-sama, what were you doing in Shibuya?" She tilts her head and glances at Ichimatsu, "Your house is quite far away, so I was just wondering..." She quickly adds on.

Ichimatsu leans against the chair, staring out the window, watching the raindrops gently tap the window. "I was just going out for a walk..." He replies.

"A walk? Late evening in Shibuya?" (Y/n) asks, wanting to confirm.

"Yeah, why?"

"I-I dunno', you usually walk around Akatsuka with Jyushimatsu or something. Shibuya is pretty far..."

Ichimatsu hums.

It grows quiet.

"Do you want me to cook something for you both back at home, (Y/n)-sama?" Fukumi asks.

"Mm, if you don't mind." (Y/n) glances at Ichimatsu as he lightly glares at her, shaking his head.

"No worries, dear."

"Does our favorite chicken wings sound good?"

"Oh! Yes, that sounds quite lovely at the moment." Fukumi smiles behind the wheel. It has always been one of her favorite things to cook.

(Y/n) smiles and nudges Ichimatsu on the shoulder, giving him a 'I-told-you-look.'

Ichimatsu just rolls his eyes and huffs, "Whatever."

The rest of the trip was quiet, yet soothing. The rain hitting the window was relaxing. It was hypnotizing to Ichimatsu, head against the window, staring at the empty streets in the city. He tried not to sleep but it was hard. Everytime he blinked, he felt it took an effort to open them up. He tries to fight this drowsy estate, but fails, his eyes finally giving up as he falls asleep on the window.

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"Oi, Ichi?" A voice calls, shaking his shoulder gently.

Ichimatsu groans, and swats the hand away, snoring once again. He heard a snicker before he felt the hand on his shoulder grow more forceful, "Wake up, sleepyhead."

Ichimatsu opens his eyes and glares at the person in front of him, blinking when his vision grew blurry. He yawns and rubs his eyes tiredly, "You had a good nap?" The person teased.