You Have Received an E-mail
You have received an e-mail.
17:09-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
"Shin-chan…" Takao removed his gaze from his phone's screen and looked at his teammate. His friend met his eyes and hummed, urging him to go on.
"Is it possible that an e-mail has no sender?"
"Huh? What kind of idiotic question is that?"
Takao Kazunari and Midorima Shintarou stopped in front of McDonald's. The taller of the two opened the door and let his friend go in first before stepping in the place.
Midorima didn't really know the exact reason why he was there. Takao dragged him into the place, saying that he was hungry and stuff and gave him the puppy-eyed look when he refused. Not wanting to be bothered by his friend any further, the spectacled boy gave in and agreed.
"Eh? But look…" The raven-haired boy stopped walking and showed his phone to the shooting guard, the latter narrowing his eyes at the sight of the blank space after the 'From:'. "Hmm… Well, never mind that no sender thing, the message's really peculiar," Takao said curiously. "'If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you do…it?'"
"We should really find a table first because the restaurant's earning new customers every minute," Midorima reminded him, pushing his glasses up, his left hand bandaged as always.
"Okay!"
Midorima drew a soft sigh from his lips, relaxing on his seat once they found a table. "If you didn't complain about 'getting so hungry you'd die if you won't get to eat something in a minute', I could have finished our English homework now," he remarked. The boy across him just laughed. "Stingy as always. So…" Takao's chair made a loud noise as he stood up, much to the annoyance of his 'light'. He mouthed a 'sorry' before asking Midorima what he wanted. "It'll be my treat since you're so grumpy," he added.
"Fries are enough. I don't intend to eat a lot."
"Okay, fries coming!" Takao chirped, turning around and skipping his way to the counter.
While waiting for the food, the boy pondered on what to say to his friend. He had to admit that he didn't dragMidorima to the place just because he was hungry. The main reason was… different.
Just thinking of it made him feel giddy and light-headed.
Since their second-year, Takao kept feeling weird sensations when his shoulder brushed Midorima's arm, or looking at Midorima's eyes for more than five seconds when they're talking. Basically any light contact with Midorima made him feel… weird. He also found himself staring at him for too long during class. Midorima was on the seat next to the window so it was easy to sneak glances by disguising it as just resting his chin on his hand and looking sideways. Whenever Takao passed the ball to his partner and Midorima makes it-he always does, never missed except when somebody taps the ball, but that's a rarity, too-, a wonderful surge of warmth shoots up his spine and spreads all over his chest.
He always looked forward to a new day, mostly because basketball was there.
And basketball meant spending time with Midorima.
People may call him an idiot (mostly the two Miyajis), but it wasn't that hard to figure out why he feels what he's feeling. He mistook it for love for a friend, but realized that while it was love, it was a different sort of love.
And it was fucking painful to hide.
Sure, he could live with sticking to Midorima like glue all day people actually called them conjoined, but just walking side by side with a space between them was really hard. Takao wanted to just close the distance, reach for the boy's larger hands and see how his hands fit in his partner's. He wanted the word 'partner' to have another meaning too, not just basketball partners, not friends, but a whole new thing altogether.
"-ir…"
'But that'd be weird, right?' he thought, his insides twisting painfully. 'There's no way that Shin-chan would feel the same. Anyways, just act the same as always. Naturally. Just act naturally…'
"Sir," the slightly louder than normal voice brought him back to reality. He looked at the tray of food on the counter before looking at the girl on the other side, smiling at him sympathetically. "Your order's ready."
"Oh." A hue of pink dusted Takao's cheeks as he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about that, haha. Thanks." He carried the tray and went back to his table, the sight of Midorima actually scanning his English book leaving him unimpressed. "Can't you just stay relaxed and do nothing for like, a minute?" Takao said, still standing while the tray nestled on his hands.
The green-haired Miracle didn't even look up at him, damn it, and continued to flip the pages. "Like I said, I don't want my time wasted. We should be doing more productive things now, not eating somewhere in favor of procrastination-"
"Then," Takao blurted out, turning around again. He took one step forward, his grip on the tray tightening. "If it really bothers you just much, I'll just ask the woman at the counter to wrap up your food so that you could eat it at home. You could even throw it if you like if you hate it that much-"
He stopped himself from talking any further since he knew that it wasn't really his friend's fault. He was thankful enough that Midorima agreed to go with him even if he's busy, or thinks he's busy, but if he'll be very cranky about it, he should have just declined until Takao gave up in the first place. They've been friends for about two years now and the taller boy was still being irritable around him that it actually stung a bit.
Okay, now he's the one who's being cranky.
He waited for a response. After a few seconds of pure silence from the other person, Takao bit his lip and took another step forward.
"Sorry."
The unmistakable voice made Takao freeze. He peeked over his shoulder and saw Midorima putting his book back in his bag, his face apologetic. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "Just sit down."
The point guard sighed. He set the tray on the table and pulled his chair, this time quietly. His hand lingered on the chair's rail.
"No… I'm sorry."
Good job for destroying the mood,Kazunari. You are truly the best.
Midorima shook his head. "Even if it was you, it was rude of me, so I apologize. Let's just sit down and eat."
The meal was eaten in complete silence, Takao's cheerfulness long gone. He tried to strike a conversation multiple times but nothing was actually said.
The mood was completely destroyed.
After taking the last bite of his burger, Takao finished his remaining Coke in one sip before wiping his mouth with a tissue. He remained quiet while waiting for Midorima to finish his food. The silvery-blue eyed boy felt his phone vibrate in his bag. Upon opening it, he raised a brow at the messages.
You have received 3 e-mails.
17:32-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
17:33-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
17:34-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
'This is getting really weird.'
Takao immediately deleted the three messages, including the first one. Those messages might have contained some viruses or something, and it wasn't exactly easy to persuade his mom to buy him a new phone. He didn't want to have additional problems now that he's facing a rather large problem right now.
He might as well call it a crisis.
"I'm finished," Midorima said, wiping his right hand with a tissue. Takao just nodded, returned his phone to his bag and stood up. The other boy followed shortly afterwards and together they exited the restaurant.
They stopped on a pedestrian lane that Takao needed to cross to get to his home. Takao's house was nearer than Midorima's, so the latter needed to walk alone afterwards.
"I'll stop here."
The sky was painted with different shades of orange, the sun almost setting; Takao actually felt better by looking at it. "Bye, Shin-chan. See you tomorrow." He gave a small wave.
Midorima looked like he was about to raise his hand up, but he stopped halfway, his hand falling back to his side. "See you tomorrow," he muttered quietly.
Takao crossed the pedestrian and his foul mood was drastically reduced to nothing when he saw Midorima still staring at him. Maybe he was waiting for him to safely cross or something. The point guard giggled a bit, before waving one last time at his friend and walking home.
"Finished."
Takao returned his English book back to his bag, the paper with his homework tucked safely between the pages. It was effortless answering since English was his best subject. He let himself lie on his comfy bed and pooled the blanket over his freezing feet.
'The aircon temp was set too high…'
His hands on the back of his head, Takao closed his eyes, his thoughts wandering towards Midorima again.
He sighed.
It was getting harder and harder to not think of the green-haired man with each passing day. Even when alone, it's like he's talking to Midorima in his head. 'Shin-chan, you should really watch this!', 'Shin-chan, I'm really hungry!', 'I bet you're drinking your most beloved soup again, haha'. Stuff like that.
"It's really hard, huh?" The boy turned to his side, staring at the cream-colored wall. "Not having someone to talk to about these things…"
It didn't really matter at this point that he was talking to the wall now.
A vibration.
Another one. Two.
Another vibration. Three.
Four.
Takao went back to his earlier position, laying on his back as he reached for his phone on his nightstand. "If these are the same messages from earlier I swear… I…" His mouth hung agape as he stared at the screen.
"What the heck is this?"
You have received 9 e-mails.
20:13-04/07/16
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From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
20:13-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
20:13-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
20:14-04/07/16
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From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
20:14-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
20:15-04/07/16
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If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
20:15-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
20:15-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
20:15-04/07/16
To: TKazuHawk .jp
From:
If you are given the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
"Wha-… Is this some scam or something?" Takao was 100% frustrated now. He looked closely at the screen. There was no e-mail address for the sender, but there was a reply option.
"Since you're so hell-bent in getting out an answer from me…" He pressed reply, and typed out a message.
20:15-04/07/16
To:
From: TKazuHawk .jp
If I give an answer, would you stop bothering me forever and ever?
You have received an e-mail.
20:16-04/07/16
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If you aregiven the chance to send messages to the future, will you take it?
Takao let out a loud groan, hurriedly stood up and threw his phone on the bed strong enough for the phone to bounce back.
At his face.
"OW!"
After spending a few minutes whimpering at the condition of his nose (it would surely bruise soon), he picked up his phone on the ground and set it to silent mode with no vibration, leaving it on his nightstand.
"Kazunari! Why haven't you eaten yet? Don't starve yourself!" His mother's voice sent him hurrying down the stairs and to the dining table, making up excuses as to why he would eat late (aside from obsessing about a certain person, of course).
Sometime during the night, Takao's phone began vibrating again even though he turned the vibration off. He sat up, removing his upper body from the comforting warmth of his blanket and reached out for his phone. The blinding light from the phone disoriented him for a few seconds, but he made the words out.
"Holy shit…"
You have received 109 e-mails.
"I'll die if I open you all."
Instead of opening the messages, he deleted all of them in one go and left only one.
"How could this even happen…?"
"Let's see… If I could send a message to the future… Well, that would be nice if the person I'm gonna send the message to is myself. Maybe I'll learn about who I end up with, or talk to him about this crush on, on Shin-chan. What would the future me be like, I wonder?"
Wanting to end things once and for all, Takao sent back a one-word message, tossed his phone, and let himself be embraced by his blanket once again.
01:36-04/08/16
To:
From: TKazuHawk .jp
Yes.
TBC
A/N: Okay, a newmulti-chapteredstory (YAY?)! I'm not really an expert when it comes to writing drama but I'll do my very best to hurt you all, so beready. :D This story will be more on the serious side since I want to write something mature for once. This will be very different from my earlierficsso I seriously don't know what to expect out of this, too. I'll try to update fast, so just hang on! ;D