tsumu: good morning omi-kun!
you: gm
tsumu: BUDQUN&W*OJSK OMG U SAID IT BACK (/◕ヮ◕)/
you: i-it's 2 letters?
tsumu: shhhhh don't be a party pooper!
you: ('_ゝ')
tsumu: :0
tsumu: U SENT A FACE THINGY YAYYY!
you: the block button seems to be calling my name.
tsumu: NO OMIIIII DON'T BLOCK THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO YOU
you: worst*
tsumu: (ಥ﹏ಥ)
tsumu: anyways. let's get to know eachother.
you: no thank you.
tsumu: COME ONNNNN JUST MINOR THINGS PLEAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
you: oh my god if I say yes will you shut up?
tsumu: maybe (･ิω･ิ)
you: ffs
tsumu: okok let's start
tsumu: favorite colorr?
you: black. u?
tsum: such a bland color.
tsumu: hmmmmm mine is blue
tsumu: or red
tsumu: no no it's yellow
tsumu: actually i like green!
"cute" thought sakusa- "wait. a. damn. minute. did i just call him fucking cute? wtf is wrong with me. I don't know what he looks like. or sounds like. or his name. or where tf he lives. stop being a moron, sakusa." his thoughts were interrupted by the notorious ping of his phone.
you: favorite musical artist?
tsumu: ariana grande probably. she's a queen.
you: arctic monkeys,
tsumu: favorite season?
and so sakusa and atsumu found themselves asking eachother questions throughout the entire Saturday. Hell, sakusa even skipped a day of cleaning to text this stranger. well. stranger isn't the right word. what is the right word? it can't be friends. they're not friends. not yet.
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𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 || 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂
Romance𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿: yoo samu whre u att? come to tershimuas. imm wasssstedd pikk up me. a half text fic that includes spicy fits, plans, past toxic relations...
