→ "teach me some."
the words had fallen from your mouth before you could even think them through.
"sorry?" he asks, looking up from the mess of papers spread across the dark wood of your small dining table.
"japanese, could you teach me some?" you say more politely, sure of your words this time.
he stands up from the dining table and settles beside you on the couch.
"of course, I can. can i ask why though?" he says while picking up a pad of paper from the coffee table.
"you talk to yourself a lot, i wanna understand what you're saying." you say, an admiring tone to your voice.
"i do?" he giggles.
"all the time, especially when you study." you say, returning the giggles.
"okay, well, wow... all the time?" he says, flustered by the new discovery.
"mmhm" you respond, nodding.
"no wonder you want to know what i'm saying." yuta mumbles, noting down a few things he probably says.
"we'll start easy then." he assures.
