𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐓𝐄𝐍

TEN
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Zumi's eyes looked down at the compressed sheets of paper containing pieces of her heart that that gave away to each line and curve that was drawn from the led of a wooden pencil. Tinted dark grey that bled only following the direction of its minuscule surface, tainting the white sheet.

    White sheets that were composed of dead leaves burned together to create something that people like her, held onto. Something that seemed so insignificant binds a being and their emotions produced by their complex mind that created infinite thoughts – and these thoughts only left once different things already occupied the space available inside their mind.

    Thoughts that barged into her mind's door, pushing everything away to fit itself into a mold that was never welcomed for it to be in.

It binds herself like unlike her ribcage barely hugging around that heart that was slowly falling down to her gut, each time her eyes caught the familiar figure of herself whenever the mirror showed an image that she didn't want to see.

And as she sat down on the wooden chair, surrounded by strangers that passed by her once or probably never in her life, all she could do was look down on the book that was right in front of her.

"Hey, you alright?" Suna asks once he walks back to their table with their drinks. He places the warm cup of Caramel Latte in front of her then places the mango smoothie in front of where he was sat, which was directly across from her.

"Hey Suna-san..." Zumi trailed off while looking at her cup then abruptly closed her black book, placing it inside of her bag that was on the floor.

He hummed, bringing his smoothie to his lips while his eyes continued to look at her. He placed his drink down then asked, "Just call me Rintarou, hearing you say 'Suna-san' makes me sound like an old man. And what is it, senpai?"

She shook her head then said, "Okay. Also, please stop calling me 'senpai', you're kind of older than me."

He nods his head in understanding before he raised his brow then his lips curl up teasingly, "Zumi, then?"

He tilts his head a little to the right then looks at her expectantly. He brought his smoothie up to his lips once again then intently observes the way she averted her eyes to the table while fiddling with her fingers. She dipped her head down, her hair serving as a mini curtain to hide whatever expression she was making.

"I don't mind." She answers with a muffled voice.

He releases a deep chuckle once he places his glass on the table then reaches out to ruffle her dark hair playfully, but also observing how soft her hair was as his fingers tangled the strands.

Her hands shot up to grab his hand that was on her hair, her fingers encircling around his wrist to gently tug it away from her before she lifts her head up, presenting him an equally mischievous look.

He tensed when she brought her other hand to trace her finger down on his palm in random motions, eliciting breathy laughs from Suna who was trying to quiet himself down. He tried to wiggle his hand away from her, but her grip was much stronger than he thought.

"S-stop. I'm t-ticklish there." He says, panicking internally as he released more quiet laughs.

Zumi raises his brow at him, still holding his wrist but had now stopped tickling him then says, "You know, you could've just closed your fist, right?"