As you and your mother entered the mall, the excitement for prom dress shopping filled the air. It was finally Friday, and the day you had been hoping for had arrived. With every step you could feel the anticipation growing.
When you entered the prom dress store, the manager greeted you warmly. "Take your time and look around until you find the right one," she remarked with a warm smile, setting the tone for a leisurely shopping trip.
With a spring in your step, you began looking through the racks packed with beautiful gowns. The boutique was like a treasure trove, with each outfit more beautiful than the previous. Your eyes brightened up when you noticed a range of designs and hues, visualizing yourself in each one.
You started trying on outfits with your mom by your side. Some made you gasp with delight, while others missed the mark. But then you found it: the perfect dress. When you slipped it on and glanced in the mirror, you knew it was the one. It hugged your body in all the right places, making you feel like a million bucks.
With a satisfied grin, you knew your prom night was going to be unforgettable in that dress.
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(maybe this ?! ^ i'd defo buy this if i was y/n ,, change it if you dont like it ig)
Anyway, you bought the dress and returned home. You called kiyo 'cause you're already used to doing so :D (Even if he still finds you somewhat annoying.)
calling kiyo
He answered surprisingly fast, his reply popping up almost immediately after I had just called him.
"What's up, Y/N?" I felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
"Oh, hi," came his response, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at his lack of enthusiasm.
"I bought a prom dress!"
"Cool," he replied, and I could practically hear the indifference in his tone. "What does that have to do with me?"
My heart sank at his response. I had hoped for at least a bit of excitement or interest from him, but it seemed like he couldn't care less.
"Nothing, really," I tried to hide my disappointment. "I just wanted to let you know, lol. Okay, bye."
"Uh, okay?" came his final reply, and I sighed, feeling a pang of hurt. Why did it seem like he was always so dry with me? All I wanted was to share something exciting with him, but it seemed like he couldn't be bothered.
- Sakusa's POV
My mind raced with thoughts, each one pushing me in a different way. "This girl, she's different," I thought, a tinge of surprise coming in. Despite my typical focus on volleyball and studies, her presence seemed to interrupt my thinking, calling into doubt my beliefs.
"I know love is stupid, and having a girlfriend isn't my thing," I reminded myself, my rational side attempting to regain control. Years of dedication to my sport and studies had shaped me into a disciplined person. Nonetheless, her influence persisted, prompting me to rethink my principles.
"I should stick to volleyball and school," I told myself, seeking comfort in the familiar routine. But the idea of her attending prom with someone else god- is making me fucking uneasy. I wonder who she'll go with," I pondered, a hint of jealousy creeping in. Deep down, I couldn't picture her with anyone but me.
"I want her to be mine," I admitted, surprising himself with the intensity of my feelings. Despite knowing it sounded selfish, I couldn't deny the desire to have her by my side.
FLASHBACK ; Third person's POV
As Sakusa prepared to do the project with Y/N. His anxiety was through the roof at the mere thought of being in close quarters with someone he barely knew. He carefully organized his workspace, placing his belongings as if he were building a fortress, while striving to maintain his distance.
Then she walked in with a wide smile, her relaxed approach completely contrasted with his tense mood. Despite his nervousness, she approached him with real interest, asking about his hobbies and sharing experiences from her own life.
At first, he kept his guard up, avoiding unwanted contact and literally cleaning his hands after every interaction. (Even the things they had to share.) But as they got started on the project, he couldn't help but notice her contagious excitement and patience with him.
"Sakusa-kun, wait, it's okay to call you that right? Well, I just wanna know, why do you distance yourself from people? And like sanitize everything..?"
Sakusa hesitated for a moment before responding, his tone guarded yet honest. "It's because I really, really don't want to get sick," he said. "I hate the concept of things being dirty or carrying germs that I can't see. It makes me anxious. So I try to stay away from people and clean things to keep myself as healthy as possible. He looked aside, feeling a touch of vulnerability at having to explain his actions.
The girl nodded slowly, her look serious as she considered Sakusa's answer. "I see," she replied softly, meeting his gaze with understanding. "It makes sense. It must be difficult feeling like you have to be so cautious all the time. But just know that I'm here to listen if you ever want to talk about it or need help." Her offer was driven by genuine care, as she wanted him to know he wasn't alone in his troubles.
Slowly, she started chipping away at his defenses, not in a pushy way, but with this understanding and kindness that was hard to resist. She respected his boundaries, never forcing him out of his comfort zone, but gently nudging him to step outside it every now and then.
Then one day, as they were working together, she casually reached over to grab a pen from his desk without a second thought. Normally, that would've sent him into a tailspin of panic, but instead, he found himself just watching her, feeling strangely at ease.
In that moment, he realized she wasn't just a project partner anymore; she had become a friend. Her acceptance and warmth had totally shifted his perception of her, and, little by little, had started to ease his anxieties.
From then on, he started letting go of his compulsive habits, learning to trust not just her, but himself too. And as he did, he found this newfound sense of freedom and happiness he never thought possible.
END OF FLASHBACK.
But uncertainty clouded his thoughts as I thought about the prom. "She might ask someone else," I worried, my insecurities resurfacing. The idea of her rejecting me weighed heavily, highlighting the gap I felt between us.
With a sigh, I wrestled with his emotions, unsure of what to do next. As I grappled with my feelings, I wondered if I'd ever find the courage to pursue her or if I'd remain on the sidelines, silently longing for her.
