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~ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀ ~
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~ sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ, 𝟷𝟷ᴀᴍ ~
It was already the weekend. Your first week at your new school had gone by so quickly and you had no idea where the time had gone. Not much work was set but you didn't have anything else to do so you made revision notes on Japanese history. You could remember what happened but there were too many dates for you to remember when each event happened. The only time you ever did any extra unnecessary revision was when you were really bored, like out of your mind bored. Due to it still being early in the school year no assignments had been made in art yet so you currently weren't spending time in your room filling it with the smell of oil paints and covering your oak wood desk with acrylics. The previously shiny white desk was now dull, scuffed and covered in every colour available to you. Each primary and secondary colour could be seen but you didn't mind nor did your parents. They loved how you had such a strong passion for art and promised to supply you with whatever you needed but, you not wanting them to waste any money on you, always let your supplies run out or get close to running out before letting them know. Usually you would buy your own with chore money but if you had a lazy week then they would always provide for you.
Someone gently knocks on your door before entering quietly. You were so focused that you didn't bother to check who it was but when a plate of onigiri was placed next to your textbook you knew exactly who it was. You put your pen down and swivel on your chair to meet with your brother's shocked face. "Sorry did I disturb ya?" Osamu says faintly.
"No it's fine, thanks for the food!" You stand up and give him a quick hug before he walks out and you return to your studying. After checking the time and seeing that you had been at it for three hours you came to the conclusion that this was enough for one day.
When you make your way downstairs you see Osamu preparing more food and your mother sitting on the sofa watching the news. "Dad at work?" You tug at your hair and remove the hair band before putting it on your wrist, your jet black hair fell over your shoulders but was messy nonetheless. When you woke up you couldn't be bothered to brush it so there were bits hanging around wherever they pleased.
"Yeah and when he's gets back I'll be going out with a friend, is that okay?" Your mum asks you without looking away from the screen.
"Of course it is mum, yer need a break from us every once in a while" all three of you laugh as the kitchen, eating area and living room were all connected. "Who're these two bowls for Samu?" By now you were leaning against the kitchen island watching Osamu plate some more onigiri.
He slides the plates over to you and wipes down the surface with a disinfectant wipe. "Would yer mind taking 'em up to 'Tsumu?" His accent was really evident because he was focusing on clearing up the kitchen. He always makes sure to lessen the extra work mum has to do when she gets home...
You leave with a nod and carry the plates upstairs. Why does he needs two plates? He's really living up to his group chat name you think as you turn the handle with your elbow and open his door with your foot. When there is nothing blocking your view you see Atsumu sitting on his bed with a controller in his hand and his attention solely on the TV screen. To his left sitting on the floor was one of his team members that he introduced to you on Monday, Suna. You hadn't gotten to know him as much as the others in the short week but something about him made you want to know more but you weren't going to push him to tell you anything, you'd let him come to you. "Oi 'Tsumu I got some food for yer both" he pauses the game and snatches the plate from your hand. "Hey!" You slap the back of his head.
"What was that for?!" He raises his voice but his face had mischief written all over it.
You roll your eyes and turn to Suna who was watching you, silently. He snaps out of it when you hold the plate in front of his face. "Oh uh thanks..." his voice is almost inaudible but you manage to hear it. It was deep yet smooth at the same time. He's got so much mystery surrounding him...
What you didn't know now was that you were just staring at each other, comfortably taking in each other's appearance. "Y'all want me to leave or?" Atsumu breaks the silence before snickering under his breath. You and Suna don't look away at first, it was almost like a contest as to who would look away first but you didn't want to disturb them any longer so you looked away, wished them luck with their game and walked out, making sure to shut the door behind you. You grasped at some of the fabric on your top as you got lost in your thoughts again. My heart is beating like mad...what is going on?
You didn't want to think too much about what just happened so you went back to your room and listened to some music for a few hours but just as a one of the songs ended a knock comes from outside of your door. You stop the next song from playing and call for them to come in. Who you saw was not who you were expecting. "Oh hi Suna, what's up?" He scans your room and normally you would've questioned this but he had an observant nature so you let it pass. In your head, if you could get him to trust you and to be as comfortable as possible around you he might start opening up or at least talk to you more but you weren't going to push him.
"Atsumu wanted me to ask if you could turn the music down a bit..." he said without making eye contact while keeping his voice low.
You were sceptical, he never normally minds... "also..." he catches you off guard. You glance towards him and see him looking at you expecting permission to continue but his calm gaze didn't easily give this away. You nod at him, smiling warmly and hoped that this was a step closer to befriending him. "What's the name of the song you were just playing?" Now this made your body freeze up. It was only small talk but it was a start, he initiated a small conversation with you on his own accord.
"Uhhh one sec lemme check!" You grab your phone and look at your recently played list. "Oh here it is!" You walk over to him and turn the screen around so he can see it. "Arcade by Duncan Laurence" he nodded and walked out without another word, slowly closing the door but before it completely shut you started playing Geronimo by Sheppard and began dancing around your room as you adjusted some of the paintings on your walls. You knew Atsumu was either up to something or genuinely wanted the music turned down so you just decided to vibe even more in your own space.
However, there was something you didn't know. Suna opened the door again slightly to mention what Atsumu said once again but when he saw you jumping happily around and lip syncing to the song he felt a twang in his heart. Warmth tried to overcome him but before he could smile his poker face returned. He shut the door and left as if he didn't see anything but deep down inside he was glad to have felt something like that again. He hadn't felt anything like that for almost a year and he now felt as if he may be able to trust you in the future but for now his walls would stay up.
He couldn't bear to be hurt again, especially in the exact same way he was before.
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