This chapter isn't really needed or anything, it's just a little- angst for you ❤️
———Shirabu knocks lightly on the door to his teammate.
"Come in, it's open."
The boy opens the door, revealing Goshiki in his kitchen cooking food.
"Shirabu-san."
"Goshiki."
The black haired boy stops chopping vegetables and nods at the other boy, who nods back.
"..."
"..."
"Where's Y/n?"
"She's with Semi in our dorm..."
"Oh."
Goshiki looks down on his hands.
"She's a lot with Semi isn't she?"
"She is. And she talks about him all the time, everything they do together."
"Oh."
They look at eachother and as on a signal they both say:
"You like her too don't you?"
"You like her too don't you?"
Shirabu stares blankly at the other boy. He lets out a small chuckle.
"Goshiki, I already know you like her. It's very obvious."
"W-well don't you do too?"
Goshiki looks at the other male who becomes quiet, not having any words.
"I, think I love her."
Goshiki stands in awe at his words.
"Love her?"
"Yeah."
"As love as when you're married?"
"I don't know, I care about her a lot. That's just that."
"Do you become jealous when Semi hits on her?" Goshiki asks.
Shirabu frowns.
"Yeah I do. Of course I do, he's the hot one. As if I'd ever have a chance with her. I think she sees me as some kind of brother."
"Yeah... but you two are really close, ne?"
"Yep."
Goshiki starts to pout at his answer.
"I never asked you because I didn't think too much about it, but how did you even get to know Y/n?" Shirabu then asks. Goshiki motions him to sit on a chair besides the kitchen island while he starts to prepare his food again.
"I met her when she was getting her stuff to move in here. I just walked up to her, hahah."
"What did she say?"
"Well I can't remember exactly, but the moment I saw her I thought she was interesting. I couldn't help it. I remember that she was really closed and didn't bother to speak with me for a really long time."
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East of Japan - Semi Eita
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