confessions | s. kiyoomi ✓

ELEVEN

— Y/N's POV

As I watched the new student, Takahashi Emiko introduce herself and take a seat next to Sakusa. I felt a stab of jealousy in my chest. It wasn't that I didn't want him to talk to her, but witnessing them conversing elicited a range of feelings in me.

I attempted to dismiss the emotion, telling myself that it was normal for him to make new friends. But deep down, I couldn't escape the sense of insecurity that had crept in. It felt like a weight on my stomach, the anxiety of being overlooked or forgotten in the back of my thoughts.

"Why was it so hard for me to be friends with him before, but with her, she's talking to him so effortlessly like they've known each other since forever?" I pondered, feeling a twinge of frustration mixed with curiosity.

"Did you hear?"

"What?"

"Sakusa and Emiko exchanged phone numbers."

"Oh, really?" I said, my tone pretending indifference as I attempted to conceal the twinge of surprise that had passed through me. I shifted uneasily, my thoughts racing with questions and concerns. Did their conversation mean anything more? Were they getting closer already?

I tried to ignore my feelings by laughing casually. "Well, good for them," I said, convincing myself that I didn't really care. But deep down, a knot of insecurity clenched in my stomach, reminding me of the growing gap between Sakusa and me.

Attempting to engage Sakusa in conversation, I found myself sidelined as he remained preoccupied with Emiko.  Exhaling a long sigh, I convinced myself that he would not neglect me, but the worry persisted like a shadow at the back of my mind.

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kiyo

y/n
hiiii

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Haha, update.

"He's been ignoring me for days now. Seriously, it's like I'm invisible to him. Always inbox-zoning me," I muttered under my breath, frustration simmering from below. And now, he's practically glued to Emiko's side. What the fuck is happening?

You know what? I've had enough of this nonsense. I need a break. Like, a serious one.

I'll come up with some ridiculous excuse to tell the principal, anything to get me out of here for a week. Sakusa probably won't even notice I'm gone, too caught up with Emiko. And as for Komori, well, I'll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, I just need some space to clear my head and figure things out. Shit's been tough at home too and back in Miyagi with my friends. It's too overwhelming.

— Sakusa's POV

Growing up together, Emiko, Komori and I shared a bond that stretched back as far as we could remember. So, when I found myself in need of some love advice, Emiko was the obvious person to turn to. (Since Komori wasn't around.)

"Hey, Miks, can I ask you something?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of hesitation and determination.

"Go, shoot," Emiko replied, turning her attention fully to me, her expression open and welcoming.

"I... I want to confess to someone," I admitted, a faint blush coloring his cheeks with embarrassment.

Emiko's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a playful grin lighting up her face. "Really? Omi?! Is that really you?! Who's the lucky girl?" she asked, genuine curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"Shut the fuck up hahaha, It's Y/N," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, as if revealing a secret I had been keeping.

Emiko's smile softened with understanding. "Ah, I see. You've had your eye on her for a while, huh?" she remarked, her tone light and encouraging.

I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders as I finally opened up about my feelings. "Yeah, but I'm not sure how to go about it. I'm kinda lost," I admitted, my uncertainty palpable.

Emiko reached out and gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, Omi. You've got this. Just be yourself and speak from the heart. Judging by how you like her, she seems to have done something to make you like this, right? Don't be scared," she assured me, her words filled with genuine encouragement.

"Hey, by the way, why are you back here in Tokyo? I thought you left for good," I asked casually, genuine curiosity lacing my words.

Emiko's smile faltered briefly, her eyes clouding with a hint of uncertainty before she composed herself. "I did leave for a bit, yeah? But, uh, things didn't exactly go as planned in the States, so I ended up coming back," she explained, her tone casual yet tinged with a touch of nostalgia.

I nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes as he absorbed her words. "Well, I'm glad you're back," I said sincerely, a small smile playing on my lips. "It's good to have you around again."

the next day ...

"What happened to Y/N? She's never been absent," I asked a classmate, concern etched on my face.

"You haven't heard yet? She's taking a break from everything. You should probably avoid contacting her and instead stick with Emiko, lol," he informed me with a casual shrug.

After class, I made my way to Y/N's place and knocked on her door, hoping to talk to her and understand what was going on. "Y/N, please open your door," I called out, my voice tinged with worry.

"Please don't bother me. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Leave," she replied, her voice strained with emotion.

In defeat, I sighed heavily, feeling helpless as I realized she needed space and time to herself. With a heavy heart, I turned away and took the train back home, unable to shake the feeling of concern for Y/N lingering in my mind.

— Y/N's POV

"OH MY GOD, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, CAN PEOPLE PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?" I yelled into my pillow, frustration boiling over.

After screaming into my pillow, I winced, realizing I might have strained my voice. Just then, a text notification popped up from Suga, asking if I had a prom date.

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koushi-on

koushi-on:
whos your partner for prom n/n?

ratatouille:
prom?
no one.
im going alone.

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I sprawled out on my bed, frustration rising within me like a simmering pot about to boil over. Today has been hard and now this—a random girl walks into my crush's life out of nowhere. Could things get any more irritating?

I shook my head in disbelief, muttering to myself, "Wait, what crush?" It was like a slap in the face, a reminder of how quickly things could change when it came to matters of the heart.

"Oh no, Y/N, you've got to be kidding me," I grumbled, feeling a mix of annoyance and disappointment washing over me. It was like the universe was playing some cruel joke on me, just when I thought I had things figured out.