notes; i'm currently working on finish some prompts and the other story i started. please be patient, thank you! <3
Sousuke Yamazaki considered himself to be a pretty straightforward person. He rarely hesitated and usually had absolute confidence in himself and the choices that he made. So when Gou described him as another older brother, he wasn't sure why he disliked it, and he wasn't sure why he hadn't called her out on it. It's not that he didn't appreciate it. No, Sousuke prided himself in being someone reliable to Gou. Even though he had left for two years, he was back now, and absolutely ready to make up for it.
With a soft grunt, he swung his locker shut and tossed his backpack over his shoulder, turning to the side so he could face Rin.
"So, what's up with Gou and those weird Iwatobi guys?"
Rin snorted audibly and replied, "They're my friends. And they're her friends too."
Unfortunately, Sousuke was not pleased with this answer.
"Aren't you afraid they'll…you know..make a move on her or something?"
"Really, Sousuke? If you haven't noticed yet, they are all literal five-year-olds." He shut his locker and picked up his bag, ticking off the Iwatobi members on his fingers. "First off, Makoto is practically everyone's mother. Haru is enamored with water, Nagisa is most likely eating cake while playing a stupid video game right now, and Rei is obsessed with perfection. They're all too wrapped up in their own little worlds. Satisfied?"
Sousuke made a little noise in the back of his throat, his eyebrows still knitted together.
"Why, you got the hots for my sister?" It was obviously a joke, but Sousuke jolted and averted his gaze. "Wait. Sou, do you?"
"What? Of course not. I'm just looking out for her. She's like a little sister to me too, you know," he quickly explained. "I don't like her that way. Stop being stupid, Rin."
Hastily, he turned and walked away faster than he would've liked. Sousuke wasn't an idiot. He knew that the rapid beats of his heart were not from swim practice, and he knew that the heat on his cheeks were not caused by the broken A/C in the locker room.
He pulled out his phone. Maybe he would take Gou out for popsicles this Saturday. As a friend, of course. But he knew he was only pretending.
Sousuke Yamazaki considered himself to be a straightforward person. He rarely hesitated and usually had absolute confidence in himself--until it came to Gou.
"It’s only for three weeks, Sousuke," she had said. "I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll be okay. Don’t worry too much." And he relented under her soft gaze and butterfly kisses that never failed to bring heat to his cheeks. “Okay,” he murmured against her. But now he regrets his decision and how he was so easily swayed because she had lied to him—three weeks had turned into the rest of his life, and the burning sensation he had always welcomed turned into a bitter feeling that settled itself into the pit of his stomach, and his confessions of love and planned proposal turned into whispers of regret in the space between his body and her gravestone. “It’s only for three weeks, Sousuke,” she had said. She wasn’t wrong, though, because three weeks later, he saw her again, as she came back in a bodybag.
Gou sniffed and crossed her legs, grabbing a pillow from his bed and placing it behind her back before she continued to file her nails. On his bed. The fluorescent dorm lights flickered on and off as Sousuke leaned against the small ladder leading up to his bunk and sighed.
“Come on, Gou. I wanna watch the reruns on Channel 52.”
“So?”
He let out a suffering groan as he climbed up and sat next to her, resting his head on her shoulder. She scooted away and he almost fell.
“Please? I’m sorry I made you miss your ‘Monthly Muscle’ program yesterday.”
She put the nail file down.
“Even though that show is stupid and FRIENDS is better.”
She threw the nail file off the bed, purposely missing his desk. He groaned again and buried his face into her soft legs, smirking at her squeak.
“Get off me, Sousuke!”
“Nope. Not until you give me the remote.”
A few minutes passed with neither of them willing to be the first to yield, so Sousuke began tickling her, blowing a raspberry on her stomach lightly when her shirt rode up. Caught up in a laughing fit, she rolled over in an attempt to get away from him and he snatched the remote up, flicking on the television set and pulling her onto his lap. When she recovered from her giggles, she rolled her eyes at the program playing.
“Why do you always get to watch whatever you want to watch?”
