It ended years ago. I ended it because I knew there was nothing else that could happen. I ended it because I knew it wouldn't be like that for me. It wasn't for me.
I ended it, so why... why is this happening? It ended way before this day, so why are you here? I wanted to have completely nothing to do with you, so why are you around me again?
I didn't want to see you again, that's why I cut you off. Yet, you're here.. smiling and laughing with everyone. Talking with them as if you don't see that I'm around you again.
"(Y/n), what class do you have next?" I watch her smile and laugh with the girl, and look away when she turned to me.
"Hey, (Y/n)! Sahara! We're eating at the cafeteria!" The two said girls walk up to the guys, and I find him smiling and blushing as he speaks to her.
I gather my things and put them back in my bag. Everything wasn't in their proper places, so I had to put everything out again. It's so messy.
I place the books inside first, making sure that I had them from the smallest to the biggest one. I placed my notebook next, and then my pencil pouch. It's still so messy. I hate looking at it.
I clench my fist, and let it loose when I found a girl approaching me. "Akaashi-san? Do you need help with your things?" I shake my head. "I think you do."
"I'm fine. Thank you for offering." I shove everything else in my bag, and smile at Ara before heading out, simply passing by (Y/n) and her friends.
I head to the washroom, and thoroughly wash my hands until they hurt. My bag is a mess thanks to Ara. I have the next class in two hours.. I'm going to have to fix my things first.
I look for the nearest benches, and I fix my things there. Some people would walk past me, and I would occasionally smile at them. I hear them talking about me being handsome, and them liking me.
What's there to like?
(Y/n) was getting tired of me because I had.. I have OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I literally cannot stand it when things are not in the right arrangement. When things are disorganized I get pissed.
I knew (Y/n) didn't like that about me, so I ended us before she could say anything about it. I didn't want to hear it come from her, so I ran away.
(L/n) (Y/n) was my girlfriend of two years back in high school. I don't know how she put up with me, but I guess she didn't want to offend me? I don't know. I never asked. I don't even know why she ever liked me.
I broke up with her not because I love her, but because I wanted her to look for someone better. She couldn't put up with me then, she still wouldn't be able to in the future.
Next class, she was still in it. I never actually noticed she attended the same university, or entered into the same course. I never knew she was around. Not until I heard a classmate call her name.
I'm gathering my things to leave since class is over, when a senior blocks my way and wraps his arm around my shoulder to bring me back.
"We're going out drinking tonight. It's your seniors' treat because we're graduating soon!" I try shaking his arm off, only to have him wrap it tighter around me. "Come on! There's a nice place I want to bring you all to."
"Senpai, if we fail the quiz tomorrow, we're all going to point our fingers at you." (Y/n) says as she smirks and sends him teasing looks.
Everyone starts agreeing, and I remain silent. "I have Akaashi to defend me then!" I get away from his grip, and he finally clings on to someone else.
As I take a step aside, I accidentally bump into her. I nod and she does the same before walking to another guy. So, she likes guys that are.. handsome and..
They had to drag me to the place because I was trying to get away. I really ended up joining them though I didn't want to. I don't always drink because I'm afraid that I would spill everything.
But really, I already didn't want to join... and now I'm seated right next to her? I glance at our senior and he winks. He makes a few gestures, and I understand. He's trying to set us up.
I turn to her plate when I heard the clashing of the chopsticks with the glass. I look away for me not to get pissed at how disarranged things are.
"I'm sorry if they're trying to set us up like this..." I shake my head, and hear her sigh heavily. "I ask about you sometimes, so I guess they thought that I like you.."
So she doesn't like me. Of course. It's been almost four years. She certainly has moved on. Unlike me. I feel guilty for breaking up, but I know it's better that way, so I never say anything.
"Akaashi, (Y/n), I heard you guys came from Fukurodani. Have you two known each other since then?" (Y/n) and I look at each other, and I turn back to my food.
"I only met him now, actually.. We don't know each other." Sahara makes a suspicious look, and I stare blankly at the table.
"Then why do you always ask about him? Is it because..... you're interested?"
"No. He just seems lonely, so I ask if he's okay." Why is she answering everything for us? "Then, Sahara... are you interested in Akaashi-san?"
"No, Ara's the one that likes him." I think I know that already. "And, I said that because..... Matsunaka likes you that's why. He's interested in you."
"Oh, Matsunaka! Is that right?" We all look at the said guy, and he smiles and nods as he drinks his alcohol. "Ohhhhh! Is there going to be a couple soon?"
"Guys, stop it. Don't be ridiculous." (Y/n), you look really flustered though.
"Akaashi, don't you think they look good?" I look at (Y/n), and at Matsunaka before slowly nodding my head. "You say that, so.... You're not interested in (Y/n)?"
"They look good because they do. Are there supposed to be other reasons for that?"
Sahara threatens to hit me and I smile. I let them talk all night. I only drank three glasses, and (Y/n) didn't seem to drink much either. Matsunaka... he got drunk.
Well, everyone got drunk except for (Y/n) and me. The others sent them home, so this is now the situation. I'm stuck outside with (Y/n) while I wait for the bus.
"Keiji.... Did you mean that we look good? Together?" She suddenly asks, and I turn to find a smile on her face. Somehow it looks sad. "Did you mean it?"
"I'm Akaashi, not Keiji." For a split second I saw sadness in her eyes. Then she started smiling. "And.... do you think I would say something that I never meant?"
"Then, is it okay for me to try? Date him, and... forget about us?"
~~~
I draw a straight line from the second mark from the top, to the tenth from the bottom. I turn my ruler horizontally, and make a line from the end of the line to the middle of the paper.
I'm doing the manga for the last project for this semester. I don't know what to do for this one. I can draw anything, but the plot is not coming to me.
I arrange my things, and put them aside for me to rest my head on the table. I have nothing for this yet. I can't think of anything. Plots are so hard to construct...
My phone dings, and I check the message. Matsunaka.
Matsunaka: We're meeting at the café near school. Don't forget!
As if I would forget that. I can't even believe that I'm stuck in a group with him and (Y/n). I haven't recovered from the question she asked me.
Am I going to be okay with him courting her? I should be, since I voluntarily let her go. We broke up years ago. There's no use in trying now. Matsunaka's a good choice. He's a good guy.
Though I say that, why can't I get my mind off it? I already said that she should go for him, so she should. I can't stop her. If she likes him now, then she should go. I can't hold her back.
I get changed, and look at myself in the mirror. I can imagine Matsunaka being the reflection. He's handsome, taller than me, and does better in his projects. He's a good choice. She chose the right one to replace me.
When I got to the café, I caught him feeding her cake. He's such an eyesore. I take a seat across them, and we wait for Sahara to arrive so we can start.
I casually glance at them a few times, and I always find him wiping the corner of her mouth or feeding her something. I hate watching. I recall how I used to do the same.
"I'll go to the restroom."
"I'm coming with you." Matsunaka suddenly stands, and follows me to the restroom. I was about to wash my hands, when he went for it first. "I know you keep glancing at us. So, are you interested in me or (Y/n)?"
Ew, who would be interested in you? "I don't know what you're talking about. But, if I were to be interested in someone, definitely not you." I smile, and wash my hands.
He suddenly pushes me against the sink, and smiles. "You might want to back off. She won't like someone like you."
He left, and I'm now on my own. If I had told everyone that I was the ex-boyfriend, would he have acted them same? But still... it's as if I'd do something.
I head back and everyone's already around. The first thing I noticed was Matsunaka's arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders. I felt somewhat pissed. I know I let her go, but I feel so annoyed.
We've shared our views on what art can be to the artist. I'm doing all the typing because the two are flirting in front of me, and Sahara is just helping me with the PowerPoint.
"Hmm... Matsunaka, will you get us more snacks?" Sahara says, and he immediately raises his brow.
"Why me?" Sahara momentarily turns to me and to (Y/n), and turns back to him. "What is it?"
"(Y/n) is writing her notes, Akaashi's doing the PowerPoint with my help, and you... just keep feeding (Y/n) food." Sahara answers, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he stands up to leave. "I'll wash my hands for a sec."
She then suddenly bends over, and whispers into my ear, "I know you like (Y/n), and that you're uncomfortable with what their doing. Consider me your lifesaver." She winks them turns to head for the washroom.
I look over to (Y/n), and find her covering her mouth. She looks unwell. "Are you alright? You don't like eating too many sweets.... especially cake."
"I'll be fine.. Thank you." She has the look that tells me she wants to vomit. "On second thought... I'll excuse myself."
I watch her leave, and feel a bang in my chest. Why do I feel so down? Why do I feel like I want to embrace her? I've already freed her years ago, and I've given up. I shouldn't be feeling this way.
When Matsunaka came back, the two girls were coming too. "Uhm, I think (Y/n) and I will excuse ourselves first. We can continue this next time."
They take their things, and head outside without another word. His eyes immediately fall on me, and I find rage written all over his face. He's not likable at all.
"What did you do to (Y/n)? She looks sick." I sigh, and close my laptop. "Hey."
"She said that you kept feeding her when she doesn't like eating too much sweets. Especially cake with tremendous amounts of icing. I didn't do anything."
I put my laptop in the bag, and pay for my share before leaving him on his own. Court her? (Y/n), I'm sorry but I renounce what I said. He is the worst choice.
Throughout our meeting, he kept feeding her without even knowing that she's uncomfortable already. She's been sending signals to me by kicking my leg, but of course, I didn't respond.
Matsunaka doesn't know how to tell whether she's okay or not. He won't be a good husband... let alone a boyfriend. He got her sick... I only watched her.
Should I have done something? Anything.. even a simple gesture..? I should've said something. But, for me not to get in the way I shouldn't interfere. That's what I think she wants to happen.
My phone dings, and I find an unknown number. The sequencing seems familiar though, so I opened the text. Low and behold, it's (Y/n). She probably got it from Sahara.
??: Do you really not care about me anymore? - (y/n)
??: You just watched him feed me like that.
Then, would you have preferred that I get in : ME
the way of your love life?
If I had taken action, our past would've been known : ME
??: Whatever.
She already told me she's going to go for different men. Why is she bothering me like this? We've broken up years ago. She doesn't even look like she's still interested in me.
She's so confusing. I don't understand her, no can I get a logical explanation to why she's acting like that. My perfectionism and my OCD doesn't apply to her.
Love, and (Y/n). They're confusing.
~~~
We presented the group homework, and now it's time to show the art we made. I made mine digitally so I could just project it, unlike the others who brought huge canvases. I couldn't bring that since I have many things to carry.
The presenter is Matsunaka. His art is one of the bests, and he's gotten one of the highest praises from the professors. He's simply the best for the others.
But, his meaning for his art doesn't sum up with his painting. He painted a tree with different colored leaves. The meaning of art for him is almost the same as everyone. The feelings and emotions.
I'm not even the best and yet I'm criticizing him this much.
The next is (Y/n). She brought a painting of a book. But it's not your universal painting of a book. It has ripped pages, shedded pieces of paper around the background, and the book has blank pages. Either that or.. the words cannot be read because the book is ruined.
There's also a clock on the cover, and a compass somewhere. What made her make this?
"For my group, in which I was with Akaashi-san, Matsunaka-san, and Sahara-san, our views were summed up and were limited. I can only properly explain it now."
She looks very... beautiful today. But she also looks tired, and her eyes are puffy. Did she cry? Did someone bully her? Why does she look so happy and unhappy at the same time?
"For me.. art is like a book. It's difficult to understand. Not many dig deep into the meaning of the art they see, but they only look at the cover. The content of the book is therefore useless, and not given attention."
"The content and the meaning are not the important parts to most people. But, it is still there. It's just something we have to decipher and understand."
"Art is timeless, but as it grows old.. its worth lessens instead of growing. Art is a very complicated thing.. to artists, no matter how well guided and navigated we are," she points to the compass, "we shred countless materials and the meaning of our art disappears."
We laugh, and our eyes meet. She smiled. "Art is like a book that is difficult to comprehend, and is simply a mirror." Someone brings in a mirror, and she puts the two face to face. "Because.. to others, if not explained, no one will understand, and will only look at the appearance."
The reflection says, "Art is priceless."
"That was such great effort, (L/n)-san. I loved what you've shown us. Great job." She smiles, and the helpers put everything away. "Akaashi, you're next."
I bring my laptop, and have the art projected right away. I take a deep breath, and try to ignore the professor as he prevents his laughter or hides his smile behind his hand.
"As embarrassing as it may be, from my meaning of art.. I've used myself as a subject.. as the artist of this painting."
I drew myself; and from the top, the background consists of decluttered and unorganized things; and from the bottom, the background is bright and flowery, and it has a happier ambiance. It's also more organized.
"As for me, art is a representation of the artist. Not just the artist's feelings and emotions, but who they actually are. In a person's mind, everything is a mess. We worry about quite a lot of things, but when we do art, it shows how you're trying to show yourself as the artist."
"The background has two different ambiances, the top being very dark and disorganized; and the bottom being clean, bright, and organized."
"Some may oppose to me saying that our art is an organized view of us as there is such as free and borderless art. Like graffitis, and abstracts. But, I think that... no matter how our art looks, it is still a perfect representation of who we are."
"What matters is the thought we had while doing our art. This isn't a topic known by many, but I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Though, with having such, my head is still quite a mess, but if I were to evaluate my own art.. it's all calculated and performed by my perfectionism."
"Art is an image of the artist. If it's easy to understand, you're either readable or outgoing. If it's complicated; then the person is one who thinks deeply, conceptually, logically and illogically, and is a person who hides their true self. That's what I believe art is. Thank you."
My professor smiles at me, and as I was about to go back, he gestures me to stay in place. I stand behind the podium, and wait for him to speak.
"I've chosen who goes first for this presentation. Didn't I say I had a surprise?" He smiles, and walks over to me. "Akaashi, you presented the meaning I was looking for. Though, everyone was correct with their portrayals of art, I was looking for this. It's perfect—like a perfectionist like you."
"I uhm.. Is there a prize?" I ask, and he nods.
"Certain brands sponsored us, so you get their newest items." When I saw the box, I was overwhelmed. I have so many things to play with for my art now.
I got congratulated for being the top one. I didn't expect that. Matsunaka seems pissed because he usually gets first place. But, I guess... I did a great job today.
I meet eyes with (Y/n), and I smile. When she was about to smile at me, Matsunaka asked for a hug and she turned her attention to him. I don't think... I can bear it.
"(Y/n), didn't you say you needed to win? You needed new materials.." Ah fuck it. I can't hold back anymore.
From exchanging glances, smiling at each other, occasionally texting because of school, to me watching Matsunaka go his way with her... to me being unable to help her when I can.
We got to celebrate again. The seniors were paying once again, and now, (Y/n) and I are awkwardly seated next to each other. Sahara did it on purpose.
"I'll just get fresh air." (Y/n) says, and drinks once more, and that's when I saw it. The ring.
"I'll go to the bathroom." I excuse myself, and follow where (Y/n) went. Why is he with her? "(Y/n)-san, may I speak with you? Alone?" She immediately nods, and he glares at me. "I have something to say.."
Matsunaka kicks my knee and goes back inside. "You okay..? He kicked you." I nod, and she hurries over. "So what were you going to talk to me about?"
"Us." I shortly answer, and she looks at me in the eye. "I'm sorry (Y/n), but I don't think I can let you just forget about us.... I can't handle it. Everything is a mess when.."
"When?" I cut myself off. "Keiji." She cups my cheeks, and wipes them with her thumbs. "You're always too hard on yourself. I can tell from your works... and I have known about your disorder. Is it that.. you broke up with me because of it?"
"You kept staring at me weirdly whenever I get pissed when things are out of place... I figured you hated me for it—" She cut me off with a kiss. I hold her hand, and hesitantly kiss back.
"Keiji.. I never hated you for it.. I find you adorable, honestly. I was a bit shaken up.. you broke up with me all of a sudden. Why..?"
"My disorder isn't just an irritation when I see some place being messy.. it's far serious than you think. It drains my energy—" "Then I can be your charger."
"Keiji.... I said that I will try other men because... I wanted to know if you still cared about me. I wanted to know if you loved me the same..... but you looked at me with cold eyes.."
"I didn't want to be a bother... I'm a perfectionist, and I have OCD. It would be difficult..." She shakes her hand, and takes both my hands. "Did you really love me even when we were broken up..?"
"I've always loved you.. I even waited.. and I thought that this ring could trigger you... Also, thanks for always wearing the necklace I made for you." She knew.. "But why.. the change of heart?"
I pull her into a hug, and bury my face in her shoulder. She loosely wraps her arms around me, rubbing and patting my back. I missed hugging her...
"I can't bear to see you with another man.. so please, will you choose me instead, (Y/n)?"
~~~
Back in high school, I think I was the only girl he's ever dated. Considering that we were together for two years. I also knew that he never dated anyone after me. He's scared that he bothers people with his OCD.
I actually find it cute. The fact that his eyebrows meet at the middle, and how his smile just turns into a frown whenever he sees something messy or disarranged.
He gets annoyed when his uniform isn't fixed properly. When his necktie is not done perfectly, he would pull it tighter and choke, then would call for me to loosen it.
We spent almost everyday with each other, aside from times he had volleyball which I was actually also around to support. I was surprised when he said we should break up. I asked Bokuto-san if I did anything wrong. Who knew he was being inferior?
We're at his apartment because he said he'll let me borrow his art supplies. The one he got from getting the highest grade. I originally wanted to get the highest, but it doesn't hurt to have the top scorer as my boyfriend.
I turn and hug his waist, and he brushes my hair away and kisses the side of my head. I'm lying on the floor with my head on his lap. He's still doing his project.
"Keiji...." He hums, and puts his pen down to tend to me. "What a loving boyfriend you are..... putting your pen down just because I called you." He raises a brow, and I smile as I bury my face in his abdomen.
"Would you rather have me toss you out?" I hug his waist tighter and shake my head. "It's been a week... since we got back together... how are you going to reject that guy?"
"I like my ex-boyfriend more, and we're back together again. Sorry. As simple as that." He stares at me for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "Whaaaat?"
"I want to see his reaction."
"You're mean."
"Because you're mine." He bends over and kisses me softly on the lips. "I'm sorry I never told you." I smile, and peck his lips.
"Keiji..." He hums, and showers my face with soft kisses. "Can we sleep...? I'm tired.."
He wraps an arm around my waist and the other behind my knees, carrying me and bringing me to the room. He places me on the bed, and lays right next to me.
"What about your project...?" He smiles, and kisses my forehead after fixing the blankets over us.
"You come first." His grades and graduation literally relies on his works though. "Let's rest for now."
He closed his eyes first, and soon I heard quiet snores. I knew he was going to fall asleep before me, but this is kind of fast. He's such an adorable being.
"I love you, Keiji.."
I fell asleep, and woke up hours later. He's not next to me, but he's in the room. He's doing his project. I don't know what it is. He hasn't told me the plot for his manga.
I sit up with closed eyes. I open them when I felt the bed sink. He's sitting next to me. I smile as I close them again, and open my arms for him to hug me.
"Hello, good evening.."
"Good... night..!" I try falling back down, but he pulls me back up.
"Time to wake up. I told your Mom I'm taking you home after we eat dinner." I open my eyes in shock, and he smiles. "Apparently she doesn't hate me. She hates Matsunaka."
"Mom still likes you?" He nods. "Even Dad?" He nods again. "Hehe.. then I love you.." I hug his waist and rest my head on his chest.
"I love you too, but wake up. We have to eat, so I can send you home."
I nod and head out, coming back to the room to get him, only to find him packing. I tilt my head in confusion, and he smiles sweetly at me. He's an energizer..
"Your Mom and Dad asked me to come. Probably to interrogate me, but I'm coming." I smile and run to the kitchen to eat. "The rice is on the table already."
"Don't leave it out in the open." He nods, and I thank him for the food. "I forgot how good your cooking is."
"Then start remembering. You're going to eat that everyday in the future."
"What?" He shakes his head, and kisses the top of mine. "Hurry. Let's eat."
"Slow down. You're going to choke." I started choking the moment he said that. He gets me a glass of water, and I take sips of it. "Slowly."
I put the glass down, and he brings me closer by a hand on the back of my head. He takes a tissue and starts wiping the corners of my mouth. He's gentler than Matsnaka... I love him so much.
"You good?" He asks, and I smile cutely at him. His cheeks turn a shade of pink. "Eat slowly."
"Sorry." He pecks the tip of my nose, and I peck his cheek.
He starts eating, and I glance at him a few times. He's so handsome, and kind, and.. really loving. Maybe that's why I couldn't find someone better than him. I couldn't replace him.
We got to my place, and my parents welcomed us with tight warm hugs. My whole family actually likes him. I accidentally revealed him to everyone when he came over during a family reunion.
"Keiji, I'm happy you got together with our daughter.. You have no idea how much she cried and wondered why you broke up." He looks guilty.
"But it's okay. (Y/n)'s happy again. You're back together, so everything will be fine." Keiji takes my hand, and moves closer to me. "Oh dear, are we scaring you?"
I smile apologetically and my parents frown. "We won't keep you two here then. But before we send you upstairs, thank you." Me? Oh. Not me, but Keiji. "It was really sweet. I never knew someone loves my daughter very much."
Huh? What are they talking about? I turn to Keiji, and he simply smiles at me. What is going on? Do they know something I don't? Why do they know and why do I not know?
We head to my room, and I sit on the edge of the bed as I stare at him bring our things inside. He cups my cheek and slightly tilts my head up to give me a kiss.
He wraps an arm around my waist, and rests his knees on the bed with me between his thighs. He gently pushes me down, a hand on the back of my head to support me as we kissed.
He keeps kissing me I can't ask him the question. I grip on his shirt, and he gives me small kisses from my lips down to my neck. Why is he doing this right now?
He brings his lips back on mine, and pulls away when he finally noticed me. "Why are you crying? Are you scared?" I shake my head, and he kisses my forehead as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "What's wrong?"
"What do my parents know that I don't?" I ask, and he stares at me then chuckling as he gently kissed me on the lips. "Akaashi Keiji."
"It was supposed to be a surprise for you." A surprise? "I already showed your parents though." I pout, and he pecks my lips. "Will you wait until that day?"
"How long do I have to wait...?" He smiles and rolls to my side, pulling me close to him. "Keiji.."
"You will know soon."
~~~
I've passed it already, and I'm glad that I finished it quickly. Well, I did have a reason for being able to finish it quicker. Now that I have her back... everything seems to be better.
I head to the classroom, and find (Y/n) squatting right in front of the vending machine. I chuckle, and she turns to me with a frown. I take the soda she gives me, and I pull her up after she took her coffee.
"(Y/n) babyyyyy!" Sahara greets, and pulls her away from me and into a hug. "Why are you two together?"
"She said she'll compensate me with soda after kicking me last time." I side-eye my girlfriend, and she nods. "I had a bruise after."
"Ohhhh, how about me? Where's my soda?" Sahara holds her hand out, and (Y/n) buys her one.
"I'll go ahead." Sahara nods, and I send (Y/n) a look.
She was pouting so I had to look away for me not to laugh. She's so adorable. I can't help but smile when I see her. I don't think I can ever get mad at her. She's too cute.
I head inside, and Matsunaka intentionally bumps into me. I swear I'm going to kill him. He glares at me and smiles, bending over to pick up my pencil pouch.
"Stay away from her." He says. As if she'd still come for you.
I head to my place, and minutes later, I find (Y/n) and Sahara taking the seats beside me. (Y/n)'s right next to me. I rest my elbow on the table, and my cheek on my palm so that I wouldn't see her.
I love her so much I can't stop smiling when I see her. No one knows that we're together yet. Sahara might catch up soon, but aside from (Y/n) and I.. her parents.. there's only one more.
"Okay class take your seats." Finally. "Today, we're going to be ending the semester here which means, preparations for the fourth years will be all that's left."
I take my phone out, and (Y/n) sent me a photo of me sleeping. She's sneaky. I send her more of hers, and return my attention to our professor before he sees us.
"The project I made everyone to make is to pass me anything of any medium, or type of art. Again! I am going to choose the highest scorer." I feel like our professor enjoys these things. "For this one, it's once again Akaashi."
I feel my cheeks heat up, and a certain someone's eyes sparkling as she looked at me with glee. I smile and nod. It's so awkward. Does he like me or something?
"If you want to see his project, you can buy it!" Wha the fuck. "Hehe, I know Akaashi-san wouldn't let me so I just made more copies of it behind his back." I mean, I don't entire mind.. "But you can get one copy now!"
"What did you make?" Everyone started asking.
"He made a manga." I have another one on my blacklist.
I bury my face in my arms as everyone starts crowing around the professor to see what I made. (Y/n) also went, and I think she's back already. I can hear her humming as she read it.
I feel a tap on my arm, and I hesitantly look up. "Why does this seem familiar?" (Y/n) asks, and I look away. "Akaashi-san." Why is she threatening me?
"Why did he plagiarized the story?" How can I plagiarize my own biography?
"Tell us, Akaashi-san. What's the story all about?" The professor asks, and I let out a heavy sigh. "It's a cute story, and a very heartwarming one."
"It's about... my relationship with my girlfriend..." I hear countless gasps, and other more reactions, but the one that's best is (Y/n) freezing.
"Who's your girlfriend?" I slowly point to (Y/n), and find her raising her hand as well. "Weren't you and Matsunaka together?!"
"Long story short.... Keiji's my ex-boyfriend from high school, and we just got back.... together recently..." I bury my face in embarrassment as they start whispering random things. "Hehe.. Surprise.."
"But, why is the ending like this?"
~~~
We got to his apartment, and he hasn't spoken much since we left school. He's acting incredibly weird. He didn't answer the last question. Why did he make the manga???
I innocently smile at him, and he kisses my cheek. He's not going to tell me anything. "Keiji.. I want to know why you made the manga, and why the ending was like that."
"Isn't it obvious..?" I smile, and he sighs. "It's because I want to marry you someday... once I make it up to you for losing the time we could've spent with each other."
"I do." He laughs, and I smile. "I'll marry you."
"Then, is that still liable after years?" I nod, and he kisses me. "I promise... this time.. I won't let another man take you away. Because you're mine to hold.. for many more years to keep. I love you."
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hiiiii
it's been a while. i'm sorry :))
i have been focusing on historia since i plan on finishing it before i finish school
there will be one more which is a kuroo oneshot sooooooo stay tuned for that! i love you all and thank you for reading this! good mornight luvies~'