i just realized that i’ve been writing my series for almost a year im so sorry omfg it was never supposed to last this long i’m genuinely just a lazy bum💔 working on the next part soon sorry guys
a line delivered smoothly that could make anyone’s face heat up if their partner said it to them.
too bad, we aren’t actually dating.
the past few days were nothing but pure mental olympics.
after unblocking his number for the project, my screen time dropped by nearly eighty percent from constantly avoiding of his texts.
the messages would be seem normal and casual, nothing to write home about, but he’d rephrase it in a way that completely change the meaning.
“i’ll wait for you.”
“i’ll always wait for you.”
a subtle, almost unnoticeable difference in his words, deepening the meaning behind them.
unfortunately, our interactions needed to continue for the sake of my grades, which lead to my current predicament at the moment.
my footsteps echoed throughout the hallway to the library as i slowly approached the door to the library, occasionally shifting the heavy weight of my laptop and notes in my bag from my shoulder.
standing outside of the library, my hand hovered over the handle as i hesitated to open the door.
knowing that as soon as i walk in, i’ll have to deal with not only an irritatingly long and complex project, worth almost a quarter of my grade, but also an equally, if not more, aggravating man, who has somehow deluded himself into believing we’re in a romantic relationship.
this is like opening the door to hell.
i let out a sigh before finally grabbing hold of the door handle.
just think about your grade. just think about your grade. just think about-
“so, how long are you gonna stand there?”
flinching slightly, i opened the door rapidly in surprise and embarrassment.
“sorry-“
a loud thud echoed throughout the hallway as the door made direct contact with my face.
a loud yelp turned into groans as i held onto my forehead, attempting to soothe the pain.
“are you okay?!”
i almost forgot about him.
“..yeah, i’m okay. sorry about that-“
turning my head to face the stranger and show him that i was fine, i felt my headache triple in response to the sight in front of me.
are you serious?
the same familiar pair of eyes that had been terrorizing me for the past week, creased with concern. the same pair of hands that typed all of the messages, now gently massaged my head and shoulder in an attempt to ease my pain. the same strong pair of arms that now held me up, keeping me from collapsing to the floor from pain and embarrassment.
“are you sure you’re okay? we can go to the nurse and start another time.”
feeling my face heat up from our position, i lightly pushed him away to regain control of the situation, ignoring the feeling of my head spinning from getting up too soon.
“it’s alright. i’ll just walk it off.”
“you sure?”
“yeah, i’m okay. also, i don’t want to delay the project any longer.”
the sooner we finish the project, the sooner i can end whatever this is.
i forced my way through the doors of the library, despite the lingering feeling of my headache as a way to finalize my answer. grinning in satisfaction as i watched him hesitantly follow behind, clearly doubting my words.
the familiar smell of old books and light dust flowed through the air as we walked through the library, attempting to find a comfortable spot. after browsing through our options, we decided to settle into a quiet corner of the library next to a window, which illuminated a set of wooden tables and chairs.
after we both situated ourselves, i felt my anxiety spike in realization.
i know nothing about this guy.
the current impression i had of him could be summed up as a stubborn and delusional narcissist with selective hearing.
what if he’s the type of person to make their group mates do all of the work and get full credit from presenting a single slide?!
realizing that i was about to be alone on a project with a stranger i wasn’t particularly fond of, only made my headache worse.
“so, did you want to do a slide deck or an essay?”
i raised a brow.
“a slide deck, maybe?”
“okay, have you reviewed the rubric?”
“sorry, i haven’t yet.”
“it’s alright, i have it up on my laptop right now, so you can review it. i’ll order us something from the library’s cafe while you do that, just let me know what you want.”
never mind, he’s actually kinda normal.
if you ignore every other interaction.
when i finished reviewing the rubric, we began to discuss the project and how we wanted to split it. after coming to an agreement, we both started working on our individual portions, settling into a silence filled with nothing but the sound of keys clicking and an occasional sigh from either side.
after typing and researching for hours, it’s easy to lose focus and start spacing out.. which is exactly what i began to do.
staring into the blinding screen of my laptop, i thought about my previous worries and how they ended up being void from the productivity and focus we both had on the tedious project.
glancing above the screen of my laptop, i watched as he worked, switching between scrolling through articles and typing out information. i stared at the reflection of his blue light glasses as i watched him switch between tabs, only to realize his eyes made contact with mine. his lips curved up as he noticed my staring.
my eyes widened as i quickly averted my gaze back to the screen of my laptop.
“i hope you’re still working on the project.”
i felt his gaze burn into me as i forcefully focused all of my attention onto my laptop.
“oh, don’t worry, i am.”
he hummed in response as if to silently mock me in disagreement.
“you sure? you looked kind of focused on something else?”
i maintained my gaze on my laptop as i continued typing notes into a separate document as if i wasn’t caught red-handed, pausing my typing before staring into his eyes and answering.
“are you sure i’m the one who’s distracted?”
i watched as his eyes shifted in surprise from my response, expecting my usual flustered reaction.
not so smug now, huh?
he smiled slightly, almost like he was proud of my response.
“i’m so glad you’re finally starting to accept our relationship.”
i slammed my hands onto the table in embarrassment, my blood pressure rising.
“we aren’t dating!-“
as my hands slammed onto the table, one of my pencils rolled off, leading to a groan in my response.
i bent down to pick up my pencil, getting on my knees to reach my hand for the pencil beneath the table by his foot.
“wow, are you sure you want to do this in public?”
BANG
a loud sound echoed throughout the library, similar to the one from not too long ago.
a sharp pain shot through my head from (once again) slamming my head into another stiff object, this time from the bottom of the table.
“shit, are you okay?!”
groaning in response, i stayed bent underneath the table, rubbing the top of my head, flinching slightly in surprise when i felt a third hand join in attempting to soothe the pain.
my face flushed as i glared at him. unaffected by my gaze, he continued massaging my scalp.
“is hitting your head on objects a hobby of yours?”
“ugh.. at this point, you could consider it one.”
i huffed as i waved his hands off of me as i got up from my bent position, to which he chuckled in response.
“i can’t believe my partner is such a klutz.”
my face heated up again.
“i already told you. we aren’t actually datin-“
achoo
a loud sneeze that someone’s father might have echoed throughout the room, cutting off my words.
“sorry, what did you say? i didn’t hear you.”
“i said we aren’t-“
a series of loud coughs abruptly came from his throat.
“are you doing this on purpose?”
he stared at me with furrowed brows, slightly tilting his head in confusion.
“what are you talking about?
“you keep on interrupting me whenever i try to say it!”
“we’re in an old dusty library that probably been cleaned since it was made, is it not normal to have a reaction to that?”
my eyes scanned around the room, noticing how the dust particles could be seen floating through the air in the natural sunlight that poured through the windows.
oh, he was serious.
i slightly lowered my gaze as i turned my head back to stare at his expression that was almost mocking me, as if he wanted to say, “i told you so.”
just embarrassment after embarrassment…
“so, are you gonna tell me or what?”
i straightened my posture in fake confidence, clearing my throat as i prepared to speak loud and clear.
i was prepared to finally end this mind game.
i lifted my head, my eyes finally meeting his soft expression.
warm, natural light from the window shone onto his figure, highlighting each and every one of his features. his elbow was rested on the table as he cupped his cheek to gaze upon me. i struggled to maintain eye contact as i stared deep into his soft eyes, while he stared at me with nothing short of adoration. my eyes traced down to his lips, his usual blank expression was replaced by a small, subtle smile full of fondness, reserved only for me.
i felt my resolve waver.
my stiff, almost professional posture loosened as i stared at his entirety.
i don’t think i can do this.
i averted my gaze to restrengthen my resolve.
no.
my body trembled slightly.
i have to.
redirecting my head to face him once more, but ensuring not to make eye contact to make certain that my resolve couldn’t waver any more that it already has.
my voice trembled slightly as i spoke.
“i’m sorry, but i don’t know how much longer i have to tell you that we aren’t actually-“
“achoo.”
. . .
i lifted my gaze to stare at him in disbelief.
“..did you just say, ‘achoo.’?”
“i told you it’s dusty here.”
“no, but you just-“
my words were cut off once again, but this time it was by an alarm going off on his phone.
“oh, i have to go to work.”
he started to swiftly grab his belongings from the table to stuff into his bag.
“wait, what-“
“sorry, babe.”
once again, staring dumbly in disbelief from the lack of shame in his actions.
“i said we aren’t dati-“
the loud scraping from his chair against the floor interrupted me once again as he stood up to leave the building.
his words were rushed, almost blending together as he began to hurry out of the building.
“bye. love you. don’t forget about our date.”
i watched his figure rush out of the library with his belongings as he left with an unbelievable speed before i could even begin to conjure a response.
spacing out as i stared into the distance, rethinking and analyzing his every word and action from the very beginning, until i suddenly remembered the last words he said to me.
you’ve managed to unlock sae’s phone, thinking it was yours.
sae itoshi x gn!reader
: 1.0k words, fluff, profanity and insults, mentions of fistfighting (itoshi brothers), belated hbd sae!
♡
truthfully, you’re just as astounded as everyone else when the itoshi brothers agree to their mother’s plans: a catchup between the three of you childhood friends given that sae would be in japan for the next few week, and that his and rin’s schedule were miraculously cleared out on the same days. of all things rare and struck with hot iron, it leads you to where you are now—lovely weather, drink in hand, dining al fresco for brunch as you peacefully tune out whatever back-and-forth the two athletes were onto this time.
leave it to the itoshi brothers to make you question the legacy of japan’s soccer. especially when the conversation is about whose fucking bangs were uglier. (you’re sure sae meant to instigate a fight with his comment: “cut your hair, rin. it’s too long for shit.”)
you’re not as astounded when a stray cat seemingly takes pity on you, staring with its head tilted and its eyes filled with sympathy. you stare back and scrunch your nose at it, not minding if sae notices from across the table. he should be more preoccupied with rin, who is a few seconds away from leaping over to his side and starting a fistfight.
not that it matters. it’s not uncommon for rin to get worked up. “please save it for when we bill out,” you say, a hand on his bicep to calm him down. he grumbles like a kid who’s been forced to take his naptime, but nonetheless he listens to your words. he’s not that immature, after all.
and truthfully, you’d confess—you’ve never been more at peace than right now. always caught in their crossfire, the chaos is far better than their icy cold silence, the kind that had you treading on fragile glass with every small step you wanted to take to them. as silly as it sounds, perhaps this was their way of making it up to you, who constantly gets stuck in the middle.
“where the fuck do you think you’re going?” rin snarls, the two of you watching sae get up from his seat. you don't miss the way he takes his wallet with him.
“the toilet, you idiot,” sae retorts as he leaves your table to head inside.
bullshit. at least half of it is. he’s gonna pay the fucking bill before he comes back.
silence ensues between you and the younger brother, the two of you turning your heads and glancing at one another before reaching for your phones in lightning speed. “that fucking whore. we said we’d split.”
“your brother hasn’t done math for years, rin. he doesn’t know how to divide by three—should we count the service charges?”
“no. he was the only asshole on our table, anyways.”
you look over to the restroom from outside like a delirious stalker, noting that sae hasn’t left for the counter. you don’t pay attention to when your phone conducts its biometric scan, feeling it vibrate in your palms at the unsuccessful attempt as it brings you to the keypad. you type out your incredibly original password with muscle memory—your birthday in numerical digits—and open your screen for the online banking app.
except you have no idea where the fuck it is. since when did your home screen look like this?
“huh?” you question, swiping left and right to the foreign layout. you speak to rin, “cover mine for me first, please. my phone is acting up.”
“roger that,” the athlete responds, inputting both of your shares and confirming the transaction. he hits ‘send’ and the mission is accomplished, assuming sae doesn’t send the money back. the device in your hand vibrates at the new notification: your account has received xxxxx japanese yen from r*n i***hi.
wait a moment..?
rin can’t mistake sae’s number for yours. that’d be stupid, even for him. you know both yours and sae’s contacts are saved, and he had to confirm the payment details a second time before sending it out.
unless—holy shit—
“that’s my phone, dumbass,” a voice quips. you look to see japan’s national treasure in all his glory, wallet in hand as he gives you an undecipherable look. you put his device down immediately like you’re allergic to his belongings.
“ah, sorry—” you say, scrambling for your own phone on the table so you can pay rin back. that explains why the layout was unfamiliar to you. god forbid you ever need to go through sae’s home screen again for anything; you’d take forever figuring out which app was in what folder.
you stop typing.
never mind the fact that you weren’t on your phone. how did you even get as far as unlocking sae’s? you have no clue what his password is (nor do you know rin’s, for that matter). you only know yours; your birthday.
your birthday—you did try opening his phone with your password.
and it worked. your password worked. that was the only way you would’ve gotten as far as his home screen—oh.
oh my fucking god.
his password is your birthday.
sae itoshi’s password is the same as yours—your fucking birthday. the same fucking numbers in the same fucking order. not his birthday, or rin’s, or his favorite soccer player from when he was a kid.
yours.
you drop your phone unceremoniously, not trusting yourself to pay anything with the way your brain is lagging. your face is warm, cheeks hot and eyes wide. god bless rin, too sidetracked by his messages to notice how you’re sinking further into your seat.
and you know sae; known him for most of your life, known him long enough to know that this means something—that this meant you mean something to him. do you? do you mean something?
your head spins dizzy at the implications, and you make the mistake of looking in his direction while the realization washes over your features. your eyes meet his in a steely teal, inevitably so, and the older brother stares at you like its confirmation.
he knows. he’s looking at you like he wanted you to know. like he was waiting for you. like he has you right where he wants you to be.
(if you were paying more attention, you would’ve seen yourself in his wallpaper.)
“figured something out?” he asks, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as he quirks his brow.
hesitantly, you nod.
“good.” sae leans back, just in time for the waiter to return with the bill and his card.
omfg slime me out like actually because i just found out that i addressed the reader as girlfriend in one of the scenes when it was supposed to be gender neutral✌️💔
my eye twitched from irritation as i stared at the text that was unfortunately read far too late. scowling at the message, i subtly glanced to my left to glare at my ‘friend’ for their late warning.
i was chanting death threats in my mind while i (not so) subtly burnt holes into the back of their head while tightening my grip on my phone beneath the table, only to flinch when i was interrupted by the voice of a familiar stranger.
“are you looking at something interesting?”
snapping my head in his direction i tried to hold back the tremble of my limbs from the blinding sight in front of me.
his elbow was perched upon the table so that he could rest his head on his fist, while he displayed the same familiar nonchalant and almost bored expression on his face when i first met him, almost giving me a sense of deja vu. however, there was a subtle difference in his eyes as he held a new kind of intensity from the last time we met while he gazed upon me from across the table.
unfortunately, walking into class late left me oblivious to the partner project we were assigned, until it was far too late. despite the fact that we were allowed to pick partners, my ‘friend’ decided to betray me once again by pairing up with someone else in our class, leaving me to be partnered with.. someone i did not expect to see again..
sitting right in front of me was the bane of my existence at the moment, my ‘ex(?) boyfriend’.
“..no! i was just checking the time..!”
a ghost of a smirk was displayed on his face from my obvious nervousness at his presence. in a possible attempt to instigate he responded bluntly to my weak answer, “is that so?”
“yes! of course!” i blurted out an automatic answer in an attempt to maintain composure, only to sound robotic. god, i sound like an ai.
“..then, you don’t need to check your phone anymore since there’s a clock behind me.”
my eyes shifted slightly above at the wall behind him, only to be greeted by the familiar sight of the classroom’s digital clock, reminding me of the amount of time i had left before i could escape.
1:45.. fifteen more minutes of psychological warfare before i would feel the freedom of this class ending..
feeling my calm facade begin to crack i tried my best to keep my mind steady as i reluctantly responded.
“..yes… of course…”
i turned to face him, until i realized that he was already staring straight at me, leading to me swiftly turning my head away once again.
wow, that’s totally not terrifying or intimidating at all.
why is he glaring at me?! he’s staring at me as if i slapped him and spat on his face or something! god, some people are so weird.. what did i even do to him?..
….actually… now that i’m thinking about it..
…maybe it was the fact that i told him i liked him and wanted to date him, just to break up with him and block him in an attempt at ghosting him without thinking of any consequences, all within the span of less than 24 hours.
..just maybe though.
now that i’m putting myself into his perspective i’m kind of a jerk.. imagining somebody confessing to me only to break up with me and block me… all in practically the same day would be really.. it’d be even worse if it was a dare, too..
but, i’d rather know than to remain oblivious.
i glanced at his face, preparing to face my fears and finally tell him the truth about the situation and why i had asked confessed my undying love and devotion for him only to break up with him in less than 24 hours, until i was caught off guard as i watched him begin to open his mouth to speak.
“um-“
“hey-“
“you have two minutes left to share your contact information with your partners.”
both of us jolted slightly from the sudden interruption of our teacher’s voice, almost shaking the table. i snapped my head in the direction of our teacher for a moment of relief, away from him.
after being forced into this painfully awkward setting, i needed a moment to breathe and regain my composure before returning to battle, to the psychological warfare of a forced interaction. this is the first time i was ever grateful to hear the grating sound of my teacher’s voice.
thank you for stopping him from another snarky response. i’ll make sure to mention you in my will when he finally kills me after he finds out the truth.
“well, you already have mine. don’t you? it says i’m blocked though.”
never mind, fuck you. way to jinx myself.
“..sorry. it was a misclick..”
..wow, i’m a really bad liar.
i tilted my head down to face my lap as i glanced up at him, awaiting his response to my pathetic attempt at lying.
“really?”
not expecting that kind of response for my weak answer, i answered back, boldly.
“uh.. yeah.”
i can’t believe that worked.
i turned my head upright to face him directly with an air of fake confidence. maybe this project won’t be so bad if he’s this dumb.. or maybe it’ll be worse since i’ll have to carry…
“you accidentally clicked on my contact, scrolled all the way down to the block button, and clicked it twice to confirm?”
shit.
he stared at me, seemingly amused at my dumb, jaw dropped expression, all caused by his witty, one sided question.
maybe i won’t be carrying this project after all.
“...i’m sorry, i’ll unblock you now.”
“thanks.”
as i got on my phone to undo my ‘mistake’, slightly wincing at our messages, i suddenly remembered the purpose for my current contact with him.
“by the way, what’s this project about?”
“i don’t know. the teacher hasn’t told us yet-”
“alright, two minutes are up.”
i snapped my head to stare at our teacher as i listened to them speak. as the teacher spoke and eventually went into their routine of going off topic, i took the chance to subtly steal glances at his face while he was distracted, taking in the small details and features i never noticed before. from the regal way he sits and how he effortlessly styles his hair, to the slight shifts and creases in his seemingly blank expression as he listened in subtle irritation to our teacher that continued to drone on about whatever they ate that weekend for the fifth time already.
he really is good looking.
too bad it was a dare.
as i continued to stare at his face i began to think back on everything that happened through a timeline. the dare, the call, the texts, and the partnership. all throughout these events, one thing has always bothered me..
why is he so persistent?
the teacher continued explaining the details for the project, as i continued ogling at my partner in order to somehow read his mind to understand his decisions while he was oblivious. key word, was.
his eyes suddenly glanced back at me, startling me slightly from getting caught staring. his strong gaze sent shivers down my spine as he continued to stare back, not breaking eye contact. time seemed to stop as we stared wordlessly at each other while the teacher began talking about the requirements of the project.
a mischievous glint in his eyes from my obvious anxiety made me turn my attention back to our teacher and finally pay attention to the project.
finally listening in on my teacher’s words, my breath hitched as my expression shifted into a mix of nervousness and shock from the inconveniently awkward topic.
you’ve got to be kidding me.
“the topic for this project is love.”
i already have a bad feeling about his reaction.
i slowly turned my head towards my ex-boyfriend(?) and also partner for the project with an incredulous expression.
..i was right.
staring back at me was the face of a demon.
he stared back mischievously, obviously amused from the convenience of the teacher’s words and my obvious negative reaction.
“i think we’re the perfect pair for this project. you know plenty about love after all.”
before i could even begin to form a reaction to his teasing, our teacher interrupted once again.
“class is dismissed.”
suddenly, everyone in the class began packing as quickly as possible, clearly exhausted and overly eager to escape the stuffy classroom. normally, i would join them, but i was too shell shocked to even bother grabbing my supplies off my desk.
“i’ll text you later about where we’ll meet for our date.”
escaping from my petrified state into a panicked one, i exclaimed fearfully, “date?!”
i watched as a few lingering heads turned in annoyance from the volume of my voice and someone answering ‘june 7’ in assumption. i muttered a small apology and thank you in embarrassment. holy aura loss.
he hummed casually in response as if he wasn’t the cause for my current humiliation while he continued to pack his bag, “yeah, we’ll need to work on the project.”
“oh.”
i stared dumbly, embarrassed by my reaction, starting to quickly pack my things in order to prepare for my escape from further embarrassment. god, its like every time i’m with this guy i just embarrass myself.
“don’t be so disappointed.”
i glanced up at him from my packed bag to where he stood, holding onto the strap of his own bag, preparing to leave.
“anything is a date if i’m with my partner.”
my face burst into flames as i stared at him in disbelief. i watched him casually walk away as if he didn’t just drop an atomic bomb on me like it was just another tuesday.
“then, make sure you save my number. i’ll see you again…”
beep beep beep beep
the familiar sound of my alarm ringing woke me up from my coma with a gasp. lifelessly staring at the ceiling in order to reflect on the events that occurred the night before, once again. the panic from hearing a stranger who believed we were dating led to my usual routine of attempting to avoid my problems by forcing myself to sleep and leaving my future self to deal with it.
great.
i reached for my phone to turn my alarm off that had been ringing nonstop while i was wallowing in shame. i scrolled through my notifications and stared at the string of apologies in the texts from my friend that were sent that night. as i prepared to throw my phone across the room from irritation my eyes caught a glimpse of another notification. a text from an unknown number with nothing but a good night followed by my name.
“i’ll send you a message when i get home. don’t forget to reply.”
the memory of his words echoed through my head as i stared at the screen. stiffening from the memories, i attempted to compose myself by sitting upright on my bed in order to think.
how do i explain to him that it was all just a dare and we aren’t actually dating like he thinks we are?
i clicked on the notification, opening the empty conversation as i thought about what to say. how i was going to tell this stranger that i lied about liking him so that i wouldn’t fail a class because, it was dare from my friend, so we technically aren’t actually dating?
wow, i sound like a piece of shit.
maybe i should just pretend to date him? i mean, it’s not like i wouldn’t.. he was attractive in all honesty, but i don’t even know what kind of guy he is? what if he’s a creep?
i began to think as i reconsidered my options, until i remembered a fatal mistake.
he knows my name, which means he knows me..
..actually, maybe not?
now that i think about it, he could have just seen my contact name when he stole my friend’s phone.
should i just block him then?
i stared at my screen and thought of my options. honestly, i might just block him and act like it never happened. it’s not likely he actually knows me anyway.
ping!
ping!
“good morning.”
“did you save my number like i asked?”
yeah, this guy sounds scary as hell, i’m blocking him.
before blocking him, i decided to reply to his message in order to find some closure.
“i’m sorry, i made a mistake. let’s break up.”
after sending the message i quickly clicked on his contact so that i could block him before he could get the chance to respond.
block number? cancel
ping!
block number? cancel
the sound and vibration of the notification startled me, making my finger hit the button when i flinched slightly. i stared at the notification with wide eyes.
“no”
i threw my phone onto my bed out of instinct as i bolted out of my room. yeah, that was the right choice. catching my breath, i glanced at my surroundings until my eyes landed on the time displayed on my clock. i’m gonna be late! my eyes widened as i began to dart around my house, forgetting my prior worries.
attempting to get ready for my class with the limited amount of time i had after spending most of it on rethinking my actions, i left my phone on my bed, oblivious to the slurry of notifications from a familiar contact.
kiyora is my man but i will never not like slander against him because it’s just too funny like yes he’s a npc plot device bum and yes he’s still my goat❤️🩹
his words kept on echoing through my head as i zoned out on the train ride home, tuning out the volume and noise outside with my thoughts that were currently running at the speed of a f1 driver. after.. the incident i was practically a walking corpse the whole day, overcome by the weight of my actions. my friend’s attempts to wake me up from my daze by shaking and slapping my face repeatedly failed miserably after being paralyzed with shock.
what did i just get myself into?
i don’t even know this guy’s name!
as i laid in my bed i finally took the time to reflect on my actions. i don’t even know who this is.. and now i’m in a relationship with him? or was he just going along with it as a joke? i did notice him glancing at my friend behind me.. maybe he noticed and realized it wasn’t actually a serious confession.. that’s right… that must be it! there’s no way he’d be such an idio-
ping!
a notification from my phone took me out of my thoughts. i checked my notifications to see a message from an unknown number..? my face paled at the possibilities. wait.. is this the guy-
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wow, okay. just embarrassing.
right before i could fully wallow in my shame my phone started ringing again. the screen displayed a picture of my idiotic friend who decided to give me that dare. debating on ignoring the call i decided to pick up in order to tear into them for their stupid idea. i angrily hit accept as i brought the phone to my ear and raised my voice.
“dude, you’re such an idiot! why the hell would you make me confess-“
an unknown voice reached my ears, cutting off my angry rant.
“hello?”
who the fuck is that?
embarrassed by my previous words and anger being taken out on an unknown voice, i softened my voice into a less loud and aggressive tone.
“sorry, i didn’t know it was someone else on the phone! um.. who is this?”
“you don’t recognize my voice?”
“..not really?”
“hm.”
the call was silent for a few moments. i waited awkwardly for the male on the other side to continue his speaking and introduce himself only to be met with complete silence on the other end. growing irritated with his lack of response, i forced myself to continue the conversation.
“uh.. sorry, but are you gonna tell me who you are, or are you gonna keep being mysterious, or whatever you’re trying to do..?”
“i’m just surprised you don’t know the voice of the guy you confessed to earlier today.”
fuck.
my eyes widened as i felt the sweat start building up on my palms as i held the phone against my ear in a mix of confusion and fear. how does he know it’s me?! actually.. why does he have that idiot’s phone?! did they sell me out?!
i decided that i should end the uncomfortable conversation as soon as possible in order to keep myself from embarrassing myself any further.
“ahaha.. sorry! your voice sounds really different on call than in real life..! sorry..! uh.. i have to go.. my phone is glitching pretty bad! must be overheating or it might be the signal or somethi-“
“wait.”
my finger hovered over the end call button, frozen in fear.
“i forgot to find a way to contact you. good thing i spotted your friend, right?”
“haha… yeah.. good thing..”
i forced a laugh as i felt a vein ready to burst at the mention of my friend and how they were yet again the cause of my stress.
“i’ll send you a message when i get home. don’t forget to reply.”
“...of course!”
as if. i’m blocking his number as soon as he messages me!
“then, make sure you save my number. i’ll see you again…”
his steady voice was soft and soothing, but what he said at the end made me feel anything but calm as my eyes widened in realization from his words.
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