Plopping back onto your bed you couldn't stop thinking about him. You regret not getting to kiss him, just once. At least if you had you would've known what it felt like to you. You were sure rumors were going to spread about you anyways after last night. But the worst part is that you wouldn't have anything to show for it. Not a phone number, an item of clothing, and especially not a kiss.
You sighed in your bed, turning over and scrunching yourself in a ball. You felt negative. You didn't really know how to pinpoint what negative feelings they were, just not positive ones.
This is not the way to feel on the first day of summer vacation, you thought.
There wasn't anything to do during this summer. Your parents were still busy with their work and would maybe visit on a weekend or two. They might invite you home, but if you do you're going to have to keep a low profile. They didn't bring it up though, if they still think it's safer for you to stay here then you were looking at a summer of loneliness, studying, and maybe some skating.
After a few hours, you had eaten and your migraine had left you. You opened the blinds and saw the evening had begun to come. Already? You decided to grab your skateboard and just skate around to start to think and get some fresh air. Maybe you'd teach yourself a new trick today. Maybe you could pick up the guitar again this summer? Maybe you'd ask some girl friends to hang out someday and try to make better friends with them. Maybe pick up more hours at work? Who knew, there were plenty of options.
You opened the door and was shocked to see two people on the other side of the door. They were equally shocked, bowing as a formality.
"Hi, uh... Sorry, this is such a surprise. Can I help you with anything?" You asked them. They both stood tall, you only recognized one. The one you didn't recognize was the most beautiful girl.
"Hello, (L/N)-san. I am Kiyoko Shimizu and this is Daichi Sawamura. It's a pleasure to meet you in person. Excuse us for dropping by your home so unexpectedly..." the beautiful girl spoke, "Are you on your way out?"
"No. I mean, not really. I was just in need of some fresh air so I was going to go out skating. But it's not urgent. Come inside, please." You said, putting your skateboard down and then opening the door wide enough for them to enter. You all took your shoes off then sat around the table, "Would you guys like any tea?"
"Tea would actually be wonderful, thank you." Daichi smiled sweetly. He was so much more handsome when you were sober. You couldn't believe these two third years just came to your apartment? What were they doing here? You suddenly became so conscious of what your home looked like.
You didn't have much, most of your family's money went to your grandmother's hospital bills now so your little apartment must be a shock to people who are used to their families living under one roof. But not yours, it was for the best this way. It was small but cozy and it was enough space for your. This was now your 6th different living arrangement in the last 10 years. You were surprised when your parents actually let you live here, but they probably were happy to tell everyone you had been shipped off to military school or something.
What are some hot third years doing here? How fid these guys even find my place? guess Daichi could've just asked Ennoshita, Narita, or Kinoshita since they'd been here before. Still, it was kind of a mess. You hadn't necessarily finished moving in, so boxes were still piled high in the front room. You very rarely had visitors.
When the tea was finished you walked back out to the front room where the two were sitting.
"Sorry about the mess. I sort of just moved into this place, I'm afraid I've been slower to settle in here than I thought." You said, thinking how maybe staying half-packed was just apart of your life now.

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