✿ | “…” Yuzu leaves his apartment, closing the door and bringing her bag. Chances are that he wouldn’t return so easily—this is Atsuro Kihara that we’re talking about. By now, she’s walking back to her own house. Taking out the phone, she checks the time. Hm. No texts or calls yet. She’s really anxious if he’s still infuriated. What if she talks in a bad time again? What if he’s in a bad mood still?
Whatever it was, it was still upsetting. However—she’ll admit that she shouldn’t have looked in like that. (At least she didn’t read the letter. It’s torn apart, so she wouldn’t have known the contents of that message.) Shakily, Yuzu begins to type a text. [text] Hey…u there? Look, I didn’t mean 2 read that letter that was on ur desk. If it makes u feel better, I didn’t read what u tore apart. Also..I shouldn’t have looked at it. And I’m sorry for snapping so suddenly. I guess I was just scared when u suddenly yelled at me. So…yeah. I didn’t mean it. Sorry, Atsuro. [/text]
Atsuro just sighs as he picks his phone up seeing nothing still but, soon enough he saw that he had one message from Yuzu. He reads though the message and thinks a bit what to type back. After all he doesn’t want to make her angry.
[text] It’s fine. I’m sorry I yelled at you. [/text]
“…Even though we both said sorry…why do I still feel angry?”
✿ | Seems like even though time had slowly passed from their little spiteful argument–it sort of feels a bit tense. Holding the phone in her hand, Yuzu immediately lifts it up, hearing the tone and feeling the vibration of the device. “…” Don’t wanna have him snap at her again.
[text] That’s ok. If u say so. I’ll try to be careful next time. [/text]
Looks like it’ll take a while for Yuzu to cope and calm down for the time being.
