A light that never goes out
“Takashi!” The door to the sewing club room slams open and everybody's eyes are drawn to the student council president huffing to catch her breath near the door.
Mitsuya slightly sighs with a growing smile on his face when he hears your voice. He slowly turns around slinging lazily on his chair. “Uh oh.”
Anger evident in her face, she walks up to him and crosses her arms. “Takashi, you forgot to lock up the storage room before you left yesterday!” You take a seat next to Mitsuya and across the sewing machine. She leans towards him, eyes narrowing. “You need to be way more careful.”
He smiles slyly and pulls on her cheek. “If you keep frowning, your face is going to be stuck like that you know.”
You attempt to keep your serious composure but crack under his teasing gaze. “Stop teasing Taka.” You brush his hand off of your face. “Seriously, don’t leave the storage room open. Delinquents are everywhere.” You allow yourself to snicker knowing Mitsuya is one himself.
Mitsuya puts a hand on his chest and feigns hurt. “You wound me.”
Outside of the club room, Peh-yan is peeking in with Takemitchy behind him in hopes to avoid the sewing club vice president. Out of the corner of your eye, the student president spots Peh-yan peeking in the room and deadpans.
You decide to play with him a little so you lean in and whisper to Mitsuya where Peh-yan is, planning to pull a prank on him.
Mitsuya starts it off, “Hasn’t Peh-yan been annoying you lately.”
“Definiely, the student council was talking about him just the other way. Nothing good of course.”
“Makes a whole lotta sense.” He shakes his head up and down in understanding.
“HEY!” Peh-yan bursts into the room as Takemitchy tries to weakly hold him back from behind.
Mitsuya and the president burst out laughing at Peh’s reaction.
“What the hell are you laughing about!” He grumpily stomps up to them and knocks Mitsuya's head.
“We were just joking, Peh!” You were so obvious standing outside the door with that ridiculous outfit on.” The president laughs, clutching her side.
Peh, being slightly embarrassed stomps to a corner of the sewing club room. He crossed his hands, leaning on a shelf. Before anybody gets the chance to speak, the sewing club vice president barges into the room, glasses glinting. Peh slightly jumps back and knocks over the shelf he was leaning on.
“PEH! YOU THUG! GET OUT OF THE SEWING ROOM!” The enraged vice president chases him out of the room and down the hallway.
Mitsuya turns around to face you completely and meets your taken aback look with a nervous smile.
“I’ll be sure to clean the mess, don’t you worry prez.”
“Never a dull moment in the sewing club.” You shift your attention to Takemitchy at the center of the madness. “Hey.” You say as you stand up. resting your hand on your hip, studying him.
Mitsuya comes up from behind you with a new Toman uniform in his hands. “Hey Takemitchy. I got it for you right here.” He hands the jacket off to Takemitchy and slightly frowns. “Don't you dare get your ass whooped again and make me redo your uniform.”
Takemitchy offers his deepest apologies which are met within an unexpected laugh from you. “Takashi gets so serious about clothes. Don’t stress about it too much, Takemitchy.” You pat his head and he immediately goes red which doesn't go unnoticed by Mitsuya. He raises an eyebrow at Takemitchy’s reaction, but doesn't have time to question him about it because Takemitchy is already leaving to chase after Peh.
You turn back to Mitsuya grinning ear to ear. “Try not to kill him too soon, okay?”
Mitsuya returns your smile and replies, “No promises.”
You start to make your way to the door to return to your duties as student council president but you're stopped in your tracks as you feel a hand slightly grip yours. Your attention shifts back to the inside of the club room to see Mitsuya facing you. “Luna and Mana would like to see you again.”
A few days ago, you ran into Takashi and his siblings at a nearby park and his siblings took a liking to you as you played with them when Takashi had to run off in a rush.
You feel yourself heat up from the warmth his hand emits. “Is tomorrow good?” You muster, trying to play off your growing flusteredness.
He watches as your eyes drift to his hand connecting to yours and gets slightly embarrassed. He releases his grip on you and smiles, “Tomorrow's great.”
You nod your head and walk out of the sewing club room. As you walk down the hall, you can’t help but let out a groan from the awkward interaction.
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The next day was pure hell. Trying to focus was a herculean task when you’d be going over to Mitsuya’s house after school. Because of the growing nervousness in your chest you decide on avoiding him for the school day while you can.
This didn’t last long because as the final bell rang and you made your way to the front gate, Takashi Mitsuya was there waiting for you.
He lifts his hand, waving you over with a smile on his face.
Suddenly the nervousness you built up dissipated and you returned his smile while lightly picking up your pace to stand by his side.
“Let's go.” He drapes his hand around you as you both walk to his house engaged in conversation.
