confessions | s. kiyoomi ✓

SEVEN

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"Oi, you! Give me your number," Sakusa demanded abruptly, his tone cutting through the air.

Your eyes widened in astonishment, caught off guard by the unexpected request from the usually fussy classmate.

"I have a name you know. And, what for?" you asked, a hint of skepticism creeping into your voice. "Is it for the project?" you asked, hoping to get him to blurt out a logical explanation. Despite his peculiar habits, you couldn't deny his dedication to his studies.

"Yeah, for the project," he confirmed, though his tone lacked conviction, leaving you to wonder if there was more to his sudden interest in your contact info.

Reluctantly, you shrugged it off, giving him your phone number as he scribbled it down without further explanation.

"Alright, let's call after practice," he coldly stated before returning to his seat, leaving you to ponder the peculiar exchange.

As the class resumed, your attention shifted to your adviser's announcement about the upcoming prom.

"Okay, everyone, prom is just three weeks away. We'll be using every free period for dance practice," your adviser said, igniting a flurry of excitement among your classmates.

"What? Prom already?" you muttered, disbelief coloring your tone as you exchanged bewildered glances with your peers.

Among the buzz of expectation, you couldn't help but catch fragments of conversation from your classmates, ranging from happy musings about potential dates to fervent desires for a prom proposal from the mysterious Sakusa.

When you got home, you told your mom about the day's activities, who was just as thrilled and nostalgic about prom and promised to join you dress shopping tomorrow over the holiday break.

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unknown number

hey
its sakusa

oh
hi ig?

y/n changed your username to sakusa

ight.
lets call now
i dont wanna waste time on this.

k

incoming facetime from sakusa

hello?

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Even in the dim light, you could see his face clearly, every defined feature illuminated. He was undeniably attractive, with a chiseled jawline and captivating eyes. His hair was tousled from lying down, adding to his allure.

"Okay, let's get this over with," he says with a hint of impatience.

You worked hard on your project, taking your time to make sure it was perfect. As you finished, you excused yourself: "Wait, I'll just change into my pajamas."

When you came back, you were greeted by the soft sound of his snores, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Despite his intimidating demeanor, he looked peaceful and somewhat adorable in his sleep.

Your heart fluttered uncomfortably in your chest. "You don't like the guy. He's impolite and a waste of your time," you reminded yourself, attempting to suppress any irrational thoughts.

Eventually, tiredness took over, and you went off to sleep, the events of the evening still fresh in your mind.

a/n
i feel like im only dry when im not interested in talking to the person