You walked.

And you walked.

And you walked some more until you were alone, and until the only thing that surrounded you was buildings and street lamps.

Your eyes pricked with the tears as you leaned against a nearby wall and began sliding down it until you were basically sitting on hard concrete.

Your lips were parted as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat, despite your mouth feeling like sandpaper.

You took a deep breath and grabbed your phone from the pocket of your blazer to shoot Mitsuri a text.

You thought about Giyuu.

And his...whatever she was.

You didn't hate Giyuu. You just hated that he had this weird effect on you and how seeing him with someone else tugged at your heart strings.

...

And that was when it hit you.

Like a ton of fucking bricks.

-

Now aware of the feelings you had for Giyuu, you weren't too sure how to approach it.

It gave an explanation for your behaviour, sure, but did he feel the same way?

You could never tell him. He was hard to read sometimes.

Either that, or you were just really fucking dense.

Wisteria's winter break was approaching, meaning you only had 2 more weeks of your classes left before everyone was on holiday.

You contemplated going back to your parents, but you weren't too sure.

However, what you were excited about was the Winter Ball that the university held every year.

It was a glamorous event that was held not only as a festive thing but to commemorate the founder of the University.

You and Mitsuri and Shinobu had even gone dress shopping for it some weeks back.

-

The rest of the week went fast, which was something to be grateful for. After the long and draining events of recently, you wanted nothing more than to relax for a day before the cycle repeated itself.

You crashed on your bed, face first, lying there for merely a few seconds before pushing yourself up so you were on your knees.

You glanced around the room, taking notice of the mess that painted the wooden floor, and made a mental note to tidy up a little later.

Neither you or Mitsuri were up to cooking so settled with ordering pizza and binge watching whatever was on Netflix.

Your phone buzzed a few times, but you ignored it until it started ringing.

You shifted your gaze towards the now lit up phone screen that sat next to you.

You swallowed as you did your best to disregard who was calling despite your hand practically burning to answer it.

Mitsuri seemed pretty invested in the show you were watching, so you grabbed your phone and ran to your bedroom.

You shakily answered.

"Hello...?"

There were a few moments of silence from his end, and you almost hung up.

"L/n, you have no idea how good it feels to hear your voice,"

Your heart skipped a beat.

"I..."

You were speechless.

At a loss for words.

"Hey..." is what you settled with in the end.

You mumbled back and forth for a while. It was all a bit incoherent but strangely soothing and comforting.

Your eyes grew heavy after talking with him, and it didn't take long for you to fall into a deep sleep.

At 4am, you woke up, clothes drenched in sweat and dehydrated.

As tired as you were, you didn't exactly feel like falling back asleep, so showered and got into some fresh clothes before laying in your bed and scrolling mindlessly on your phone.

Despite the early hours of the morning, your stomach growled with hunger, and you realised you were a little short on food.

With that being said, it was 4 in the fucking morning, you weren't sure if anywhere was even open at such a time.

Then you remembered a bakery that Giyuu had told you about. They were open pretty much 24/7 and sold the best pastries.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about what to do, then you remembered that your friends were coming over for breakfast so you figured you might aswell head out, even if it was a little early. 

As you dragged your feet down the path, memories of last night flooded your mind.

The conversation you'd had with Giyuu felt like it lasted forever.

It was mostly small talk.

But after a such a long period of time with no contact apart from little arguments, you craved his voice.

The crisp early morning air woke you up, and as you approached the little bakery, you took another deep breath.

A small looking boy with black hair stood behind the counter.

You shifted your gaze towards the name tag that sat on his shirt.

Murata.

Your expression stayed indifferent as you quickly looked at the menu before placing your order.

The emptiness of the shop meant that you left in no time, with two very full bags.

By the time you got back it was only about 4:45 meaning you still had some time to kill.

Mitsuri was still snoring so you did your best not to wake her. You did contemplate going back to sleep, but you really couldn't be asked, so ended up on your bedroom floor with a paintbrush in your hand once again.

Hours passed, and by the time Mitsuri had woken up, you had gotten half way through an entire painting and comfortably placed yourself by the kitchen counter.

As Mitsuri dragged her feet into the kitchen slowly, you began tidying up the art supplies that were scattered around.

"Morning sunshine," you chuckled, taking notice of her sluggish form.

"Hi Y/n..." she yawned and rubbed her eyes. "What time are the others coming over?"

"We have about 45 minutes before they arrive. Also, I went out and bought pastries. " You crossed your legs and gestured towards the bags that sat on the counter.

Mitsuri's eyes lit up, and she launched herself at you and pulled you into a tight hug.

You laughed and returned her embrace.

Despite how relaxed you were, that nervous feeling you knew all too well bloomed in your stomach.

You knew deep down the next few weeks were going to be chaotic.

You were just praying you could handle it.

-

a/n: sorry for not updating this !! i blacked out and had an asthma attack a few weeks ago and since then have developed pneumonia and been quite unwell :(

hope you enjoyed this chapter tho !! <3