𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

TWELVE
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"You can come out now." Tsukishima stated out of nowhere, glancing at the figure that was trying their best to hide behind the shelves that contained bags of chips.

The moment he and his cousin walked inside of the convenience store, there was this strong nagging feeling in his gut that told him that they were being followed, and looking at the green packaged chips that accidentally fell from one of the shelves only helped prove his speculations.

    After he paid for the shortcake at the cashier, Suna grimaced as he walked out of his hiding spot, following right after the blond-haired boy that made him want to just throw out of the window because of the blank face that was plastered on his face. He stood in front of Tsukishima who was sat on the chair, eating the strawberry shortcake and not even looking like as if his presence was any of his concern.

    This blondie irritates me.

    Tsukishima raises his brow at him then asks, "Well? What are you doing standing there? If you don't explain why you were following us, then I won't hesitate to call the police." He places the strawberry shortcake on the table then stares up challengingly at Suna's face.

    Suna's eyes twitched in irritation before asking, "What's your deal with Zumi?" He pulls the chair that was directly across Tsukishima from the round table then sat down, clasping his hands together over the table while trying to give him a piercing stare.

    Tsukishima's mouth curls up to form a condescending smirk then says, "Arara, I don't think you get to ask questions here. Now let me ask you... What's your deal with my cousin? Why were you following us, ha?"

    Suna's body froze, blinking at the blond-haired boy who continued to look down at him – they're cousins? Shit. He shifted awkwardly in his seat then averts his eyes away from Tsukishima who was starting to get annoyed at the lack of response.

    Tsukishima's lips parts then ask, "Oh? Did you think Zumi and I were dating? Oya oya, someone has a crush..." The smirk on his lips grow wider, irking Suna even further.

    Suna gives him a glare then said, "No, I don't. Shut it, four-"

    "Rintarou?" Zumi cuts him off as she stood in front of their table while hugging a paper bag on her chest. She shifts her foot awkwardly in front of them when their attention turned towards making her turn her head and mumble, "Stop looking at me."

    The two quickly averted their gaze somewhere else while Zumi sat on the seat between the two of them at the round table, placing the paper bag down as she did so. She pulled out the slice of plain vanilla cake and the mango juice out of the bag then started to eat quietly.

    She lifted her head up to see that the brown-haired boy was already looking at her. She motions towards the cake in front of her then asks, "You want some?"

    He cleared his throat then shook his head in response, turning his gaze towards Tsukishima who now had finished his shortcake and was now looking at him skeptically. Suna returned the gaze as well, equally shooting out the same intensity as him.

    Zumi waved her hands in front of the two of the then asked, "Why are you staring at each other like that? It's creepy." She shuts the lid of the empty container and shoved it inside the paper bag then started drinking her mango juice.