𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

FOURTEEN
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Suna and Zumi now sat on the floor of the living room by the table where they occasionally reached out to pop a couple of potato chips in their mouth. They had decided to just watch a movie first while Zumi thought of what he could do for her in order to pay what he owes.

    Zumi would sometimes move her hand to the back of her legs, trying to unnoticeably furrow her brows when the frustration was starting to set in while scratching over the cloth that was in contact with the tiled ground.

She had made the mistake of agreeing to sit on the floor with him, but she didn't want to ruin the fun that she hasn't experienced in such a long time just because of this disease that always had the knack for ruining her mood.

    She sighed, standing up abruptly and placing the pillow that she was hugging a moment ago on the couch, which made Suna look up at her in confusion. She rubbed the top of her hand unconsciously while asking, "Is it alright if I use the washroom?"

    He nods and stood up as well, "Sure. I'll show you where." He begins leading her to the narrow hall right beside the kitchen, opening the door of the washroom and turning on the light before she goes in.

    She thanks him quietly before going in then closing and locking the door right behind her. She immediately darts towards the sink, twisting its handles to release the water and wet her hands. She bit her lip uncomfortably and pulled down her sweatpants, her eyes travelling down to examine her legs which were now filled with reddish bumps and lines from her scratching and allergies, and it only filled her with this urge to run her nails against it further.

    She hissed at the intense stinging pain while softly rubbing her wet hand on her legs. She sat on the stable ledge that divided the shower and the toilet for a few minutes before hearing the sound of the door knocking, making her heart beat rapidly in panic.

    "Are you okay?" Suna called out, his deep voice a bit muffled from the door that served as a barrier.

    She breathed out then answered unsurely, "I'm not even sure anymore..." She paused as she contemplated on what decision to make while looking at her bare legs and her sweatpants that were on the floor then began, "U-Uh, I know that this is a bit too much and weird to ask..."

    There was a long silence while he waited for her to continue, but when she didn't, he asked, "Why? What is it?"

She closed her eyes tightly before blurting out, "C-Can I please borrow a spare shorts? Preferably cotton. But it's alright if you don't, I'll just go home."

There was a long pause and she heard a few shuffling sounds before it became quiet for some time. After a few minutes, the sound of the door knocking caught her attention once again making her look up from the door.

"I'm not sure if it'll fit. But it's cotton and you can tie it."

Zumi stood up then winced at her sudden movement. Her legs were now dry from the water and it made her skin flaky which resembled the texture similar to paper, though it was rougher. She limped towards the door then hid behind the door, turning the metal knob to open the door slightly which was enough space for him to hand her the piece of clothing. She quickly accepted it and closed the door.

She carefully wore the shorts in such a slow pace then bent down to grab here sweatpants. Surprisingly, the shorts were a bit large for her despite her stomach being a bit pudgy. Right after she placed it on, Zumi opened the door and walked out to head to the living room.