Chapter Twenty-Eight: Talking
"There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk."
― Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye
I stared at the papers in front of me. Two of them weren't passing and one was. I look up at Hinata and Kageyama and frown.
"Sorry Katrina!" Hinata cries as Kageyama bows lowly. I read again how two of them aren't passing and one is, the one of them that is good just so happens to be mine.
"You can't be serious," I mutter angrily as we are in the locker room. Tanaka and Nishinoya were dancing around since they somehow managed to pass.
"They were all right," Yachi whines, and I feel my eye twitch. Seriously how did they still fail with all the tutoring they have been getting.
"They can do supplemental exams," Daichi tells me softly and I shake my head. That means that they will be stuck here for at least two or three days. They won't be there for the start of the camp. So far, I got the schedule and it's two weeks that we are there and then two weeks at home and then two weeks back in the camp.
"Ugh. This is not what I had planned on when we're having the training camp. I wanted to work on so many things in a match setting," I complain and Hinata and Kageyama continue to bow to me. "Who will even give them a ride?"
"I can arrange that," Tanaka says happily and I sigh as I hand the tests to Yachi.
She sees my disappointment and knows that I will be sulking. She has figured out how I am pretty transparent with my mood. She anticipates my anger like when I had to have a very angry conversation with Erwin when he forgot to get my tapes on most of those who would be in the training camp. I shake my head as I go to my bags in the corner of the room. We are leaving tonight and I didn't want to go home and then have to come back here. Rather, I just brought my bags this morning and left them here.
"I'm going to the gym," I announce as I push around the boys. Today they are doing conditional training since we leave tonight. I have other plans as I head down the stairs and to the gym. I need to find Ukai.
My bandages on my arms are tight and I wiggle the end a little bit to let up. I wrapped them too tight but I was worried. Worried about being gone or worried about my test or worried about these idiots, I don't know what was worse. The air was cool and crisp and I wondered if Tokyo would have as clean air as this.
"Katrina," a voice calls. I turn around to find the exact person I am looking for coming from the school. I stop and turn to him and he seems to be annoyed also. "Kageyama and Hinata didn't pass did they?"
"Of course not," I reply. "They can never make our lives as simple as they could be."
"Well, do you want me to stay with them and you head on with the team?" Ukai offers and I look at him confused.
"No, Tanaka said that he could arrange to get them a ride," I say and Ukai shakes his head. "They'll be fine."
"You sure?" Ukai asks and I can see a hint of hesitation in him. I know that since I had gone with Tanaka during our match with Seijoh that he felt bad about us losing. I think in some way he might have thought it was his fault because I was always the one with more game sense and strategy than him.
"We are both going and the idiots will be fine," I say strongly and Ukai stands a little taller as he nods his head.
With our plan set, I continue on to the gym. Asahi and Suga are there practicing with Noya receiving. Tanaka is clear to play but I haven't had him working too strenuously right back from the hospital. I feel like I can finally breathe with the realization that I passed my test and that I can continue coaching. I knew that if this was taken from me, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. We need the silence and the boys need us, my voice chimes in and I take a deep breath of our gym.
"Hitz-chan," chimes a voice, and I look over to find Kiyoko also surveying the gym. All of our third years stayed and I am so grateful to have the girl to confide in. "Did you pack all of your stuff?"
I look over to her and know she is scheming. She knew I had packed already and it was in the room. She asked me yesterday at practice. I remember because Yachi was there and was asking if she had to do the same and started freaking out. Kiyoko gives me a look of pure innocence and I raise an eyebrow. She knows she has been found out but she is going to keep feigning ignorance.
"Yah, it's in the room upstairs," I reply and she stands by me and waits for the boys to pile in. They look at me and I gesture my hand to the side door. They know to start with a run. Yachi comes and stands on the other side of Kiyoko and soon we are alone. I look at Kiyoko with a questioning smile. "Okay, so what is it?"
"What do you mean?" Kiyoko replies and Yachi looks at us with a confused face. I tsk and Kiyoko gives a smile. "I was only wondering if you had heard your phone?"
"My phone was ringing?" I exclaim and Kiyoko laughs. She hands me my phone and I know that she had heard it after I had left the room. I open my phone and just see that Suoh called and then left me a text that says, 'have fun'. I let out a disappointed breath and Yachi finally lets curiosity get the better of her.
"Who was it?" Yachi asks lightly and Kiyoko beats me to it.
"I don't think it was Aone-san," she whispers to Yachi and I stick my tongue out at Kiyoko. I saw him two days ago. I don't expect him to call today. He shouldn't have to call this soon. I am quiet for too long and Yachi has a surprised look on her face.
"Who is Aone-san?" Yachi whispers to her conspirator. Kiyoko looks at me for some kind of approval before she answers. I give her a mild frown and she takes it as permission as I didn't say no.
"Aone-san is the boy Katrina is dating," Kiyoko informs. Yachi's eyes widen in wonder and mine roll before I can tell them it's a bad idea. Kiyoko laughs gently and then turns back to Yachi. "He plays volleyball for Date Tech and he is very serious."
"Oh," Yachi mutters as she nods her head; a face of realization comes to her and she smiles largely. "He is Katrina's opposite."
"Okay, am I really that loud?" I yell and then know that with my yell I just proved their point. I huff and cross my arms. "He is serious, yes but he isn't supposed to call today. I'll probably call him next week. He's just, I'm just loud compared to him. I like that he's quiet. And we aren't necessarily opposites, we're well, just different. But I like that he's different and I think he likes that I'm different too. But he's not supposed to call today, I'll call him soon though."
"Whoa," Yachi yells and I give her an angry look. She puts her hands up and starts to freak, making incoherent sounds.
"So, that is it for me," I reply quickly. No more about me and Aone. I have been wanting to text Aone but don't know how to bring myself to not be so needy. I don't understand how relationships work or what is allowed or normal and what is not. Maybe I can just follow my gut or my gut is an annoying teenage girl who wants to text the boy she likes all day long and will get sad if he doesn't respond but also know that this is how you talk to one another.
I groan audibly with my thoughts and Yachi jumps. Kiyoko looks at me and I give an exasperated look.
"It will be okay," she tells me and I groan even louder. She doesn't even know what I am worried about. I know that he will call me, I just don't know if I'm the one who is asking too much for wanting to talk to him all the time?
"It's fine, it's fine," I wave them off as the boys come in.
The gym is filled with noise until the sun sets and I yawn as we prepare to go to Tokyo. Night has fallen on us and we stand before the bus. The boys stand in a circle and look tiredly at our red-eye to training. Tsukki stands next to me and I yawn again.
"You better not drool on me during the ride," he says to me and I roll my eyes.
"You better not crush me under your big fat head," I mutter back and this time he yawns. The night is quiet and we pile into the bus. I sit at the front with Tsukki at the window next to me. It feels too quiet since Kageyama and Hinata aren't here. I turn around and look at the boys behind us and Tsukki bumps into my shoulder. When I turn around, I feel my hands make my way to my hair and a worried frown come to my face.
"They'll be fine," he tells me and I know he is really trying to keep me sane. He can tell from the way that I have been twisting my braid all day that I am worried about this trip. I look at him and smile softly.
"I know, I'm just worried," I reply. Tsukki looks at me dully and I know that he isn't one to comfort me. But by just being next to me and understanding, it helps. "I haven't been away from home for this long in a long time."
"Well you're with us and we're kinda like your family so we'll all be together. It might not be home but you won't be alone," he mutters as he takes another yawn. I nod as I realize that they are my family now. They have been for a long time but it makes it real when someone other than yourself says it.
I merely nod at Tsukki and the bus roars to life. It's going to take all night for us to drive to Tokyo and I don't know if I will be able to sleep. I am excited about the training camp, worried about being gone, sad that Hinata and Kageyama aren't going to be here, and lonely because I will miss Aone. My phone vibrates on my lap and Tsukki looks over as he places his headphones on his head. I take mine out with him and open my phone. Tsukki starts the music and I am curious as to what he's listening to.
"What-"
"No," he interrupts and I pout. Tsukki rolls his eyes at me and then looks back at his phone which is scrolling through what looks like albums. I frown and then discern the quiet snores of the other boys. They really can fall asleep in a second when they're on the bus, but they also are tired from practice. I open my phone to find a text from Aone. I smile and shift in my seat as I get excited with his presence even from wherever he is.
I hope you have fun in Tokyo, I will call you on Monday. We are doing training tomorrow and I don't want to worry you if I call late.
It's no problem, I reply to Aone. I will be happy to just hear your voice next week.
I read the text over and over and get happy that Aone is considerate. He wants to make sure that he won't be too tired to forget to call. Tsukki leans a little too close to be inconspicuous and I glance over at him. His tired eyes are on my text and I smirk as I close the phone, him not having enough time to read the text. Tsukki tsks and I put the headphones on as I hit play on my iPod. It's been a very long time since I used it but I found it when I was unpacking boxes.
I close my eyes as the indie music comes on and remember how the girls on my team often made me listen to whatever they listened to so we could share headphones. Tsukki, I know, wouldn't want to share one earbud with me and my weird old hit songs as I smile with the thought. I lean in a little bit to Tsukki as I take a deep breath in. As I drift into sleep, I begin to dream dreams which will never be remembered.
"Katrina, wake up," a soft voice says. I can feel a small hand shake my shoulder and my eyes cringe with the light through my lids.
"It's bright," I whine grumpily as I didn't get a restful sleep. I can hear the boys outside chatting and start to get boisterous with their excitement.
"We're here," Yachi says as she shakes me more.
"Yachi I'm awake, I just don't want to be," I groan at her. She yelps with my annoyed tone and I open my eyes to glare at her. The young girl flinches and I huff while trying to give her a small smile. I can't be too angry with her because she is just trying to help and she's always unsure of if I am angry at her or just angry in general.
"Katrina, come on," our captain calls me from the steps of the bus and I breathe in deeply through my nose. The bus smells of teenage boys and sweat. I turn to Yachi and she has almost all her hair pulled back. My braid is all mussed up from me leaning on it and I quickly take it out, letting my hair down for a rare moment. Yachi nods with approval and I know she thinks my hair is cool when it's down because of how long it is.
"I'm coming!" I yell and stand up. Yachi and I exit the bus at the bottom of the stairs. Looking, I see Nekoma has come to greet us. Kenma looks up from his phone and I give him a smile. Kuroo is talking to our captain when some of their boys come to me.
"Katrina!" they yell as they come to me and Yachi. Yamamoto starts to freak out while blushing and Yachi hides behind me. Inuoka who had yelled for me jumps up and down and reminds me that my own energy ball has to take exams and is not here.
"Now they have another girl but this one is cute," Yamamoto yells as Tanaka comes to take him away. Yachi holds onto me tightly and I pat her hand that is on my shoulder.
"See, they're all just dumb boys," I tell her as Tanaka and his foil talk about us. Kiyoko comes and I hand Yachi over to her protection as I go to where Kuroo, Daichi and Kenma stand. Kenma looks at me and I can see a hint of a smile. "So can we change and get some breakfast before we start or do you want to just start practicing?"
"I think we should at least have some food before we start. Tanaka and Nishinoya won't stop whining if we don't," Daichi laughs and I nod my head. Kuroo nods also and then leads us to the gym and the dorm-like area. I walk with the boys, next to Kenma and feel happy that I do not have to wake up and start thinking quickly. Kuroo and the boys pass the open gym door and I hesitate. Everyone moves on after me and I feel Kenma stand still next to me, not wanting to head forward until I am with them.
"Do you think I can go and see the gym really quick?" I ask the boy and he shrugs.
"I don't see why not. I can show you where we're staying so you won't get lost."
I nod happily and enter the gym. A couple of boys are on one side of the gym, waiting around for the rest of their teams. Some of the boys have a pink practice jersey and others have a dark green. The two that are curious to me are separated from the group and wear teal. The taller boy has white and black hair and is gesturing to the other wildly. The other holds a volleyball and sighs audibly.
"That's Bokuto," I tell Kenma. I don't have to ask him if that is one of the top aces in the world since I had researched for the Spring Interhighs. Kenma nods and I walk over to where the two players are, intrigued with what Japan has labeled as the best. Kenma puts his phone away as I approach and I know he wants me to not talk to them. The two boys finally see me coming and the one with dark hair and volleyball looks at me curiously.
"Kenma-san, who's your friend?" Bokuto asks and Kenma sighs. He doesn't want to be here but I give him a glance that says please and he gives in.
"She's Katrina Hitz, Karasuno's coach," he mutters for them and Bokuto's eyes widen as a large smile comes to his face. His companion looks at me even more intrigued and I realize that my hair is still out. My hands reach up to place my hair into a bun and I smile mischievously.
"Will you spike to me?" I ask before they can speak again. Bokuto's eyes somehow get even wider and he looks like an owl. He turns to his friend and tilts his head.
"What do you think Akaashi? Will you toss for me?" he asks and the setter turns back to me. He sizes me up and then looks back at Bokuto. I am dressed in my club jacket and track pants. My jacket will be too confining and I remove them, throwing them behind me with my bag. I reveal the long shirt and Kenma eyes the end of the shirt, where my wrist has revealed my bandages. Akaashi also sees them and frowns slightly.
"I don't think we should. Hitz-chan might get hurt," he replies matter of factly and I frown.
"I know you just didn't say that," I reply and Akaashi has a frown to match mine. He shrugs his shoulders and then nods, conceding when he realizes that I won't be taking no for an answer. I turn to my blond friend and he can see my intention in my eyes.
"Fine," He mutters and I nod happily. I put my hand in his hair and muss it up slightly and he frowns even harder than he had been. I smile at him and then look back at the other boys.
"Alright, this will be fun," Bokuto replies and I don't know why he is so excited to spike at me. It was kind of a weird request. Bokuto and Akaashi go to the other side of the net and I can sense that more boys have crowded in and are watching with interest. I see Kuroo appear behind Bokuto and Akaashi, sitting down on a bench and smiling at me and Kenma. I smile back and wonder whatever gave me the courage to do this.
"Are you ready?" Akaashi yells at me and I crack my neck loudly. I get into position and nod, fingertips brushing the floor. Bokuto nods to me and then I watch as he throws the ball into the air for Akaashi to set. Kenma who stands at the net on our side readies himself as I know he can tell he will set for me.
Akaashi's hands make a perfect toss and in slow motion I can see Bokuto start his run to hit the ball. I watch his spiking hand go towards the left. But I'm not stupid as I see his legs and his body is tilting slightly for a hit to the right of me. He has an excellent fake, I make note of it as I lean towards the right and hear the connection with the ball.
The ball has been spiked hard and towards the front of the court. I run as I watch Kenma move slightly out of my way and slide under the ball. I don't need to dive but my right leg has stretched out to accommodate the hard receive and I cringe as my arms take the impact. I receive the ball and make it high enough for me to run to the backline and Kenma to set.
"Kenma," I yell as the boy is going to set the ball for me and know that he has the awareness to know I will not be hitting towards the net but rather from the back.
I have the ball set and me hitting it is so much faster than it was for me to receive. I jump from the backline and lob the ball to the back of the court in the corner, where you can't tell if it's in. Bokuto doesn't even move for the receive and when the ball hits the wood, I find his face fully surprised. I smirk and the gym is quiet. Akaashi gives me a smirk of his own and I find myself blush under his concentrated look and slight nod of approval.
"Katrina, you're no fun," Kuroo yells at me and I stick my tongue out.
"Kuroo you weren't lying when you said she was amazing!" Bokuto tells his friend as Kenma and I walk closer to the astounded boys. Kuroo has made his way to Bokuto and puts his hand on the other's shoulder. I roll my eyes as Kuroo opens his mouth to gloat about me.
"You told them about me, Kuroo? That's no fun," I reply teasingly before he can embarrass me. Kuroo puts his free hand up in the air and shrugs.
"Katrina Hitz, you get over here and get something to eat," a voice yells. I turn back and see Suga standing in the doorway with his arms crossed in front of him. He looks at me angrily and I sigh with a smile.
"You are being summoned," Kuroo replies to me and I scoff. I look at Kenma and smile at him. He nods and I know it's our way of telling each other that we will see each other later. Bokuto has turned to Kuroo and I know that he is going to excitedly ask about me. Akaashi on the other hand, looks at me and I don't understand what is going on behind his dark eyes. I smile at him and he smiles back, tilting his head in what I think might be considered interest.
"You are very interesting," the boy tells me and I shrug my shoulders. I guess they didn't believe Kuroo.
"Katrina, now!"
"Suga," I whine as the other boys laugh. "Stop embarrassing me!"
My team has lost practically every game that they have scrimmaged this first couple of days. They managed to beat Ubugawa and Shinzen twice though and that is because my boys aren't whole. Shinzen with their serves were no stronger than us since I had coached them to have receives that could take any float or jump serve. With Ubugawa, I had already come in knowing what their plays were and how to counter them. So, maybe we were really playing unfairly on that route.
"What are you thinking?" Ukai asks me. I watch our boys, it being our second day here and Monday. It was nearing lunchtime and I know that I should be hearing from Kageyama and Hinata that they would take exams tomorrow.
"Do you think the idiots can pass?" I ask the man as a hard spike from Bokuto hits the gym floor. I watch as my boys have yet to understand the ace's tempo and spiking types. Between Fukoradani and Nekoma, we had lots to learn even with my freak duo.
"I think that they will. We will see from tomorrow. But I do not think they will be as useful against teams like this with their quick," Ukai tells me and I know he is right. If we are to go all the way, my one-trick pony can only work for so long. If we go up against someone who researches or who can read people as well as I do, then we will certainly lose every set. Just because they are quick, doesn't mean they are infallible.
"We'll have to see what we can do, but it's no use when they are not even here," I reply angrily. Bokuto has spiked yet another ball into the gym floor and I hear Daichi tsk from my position and he looks over at me. I smile at him knowing that we will have to work on a lot of things when Kageyama and Hinata get here. I watch as Noya and Tanaka groan with their punishment. The boys nevertheless turn to start their flying dives around the gym.
"Katrina!" Bokuto calls me and I know that he wants me to go and play with him on the court. The boy has taken to the habit of wanting to use me as a training partner across the court. As much as I would want to play in official matches and scrimmages with the boys, I know that I can't. Not with us being guests for the training camp. But between sets is a whole different story. I can learn Bokuto's style of spiking and try to articulate it to the boys. That and I get to play at least for a couple of minutes.
Bokuto bounces over to me and I look up at the large boy as his hair is almost drenched in sweat. I look up at Ukai and he gives me a nod with a tight-lipped frown. He doesn't like that I am necessarily training with an enemy team ace. Feeling a huge smile come to me, I turn to Bokuto and follow him onto the court. My shorts are short but my arms and legs are covered in my normal armor. I roll my feet in my gym shoes as I see Akaashi join us.
"Hitz-chan, do you want me to ask if Kenma-san would want to play with us," he replies and I put my hands on my hips. This setter is a little different than my small genius of Kageyama or my mother hen of Suga or nervous Kenma. This setter is smart, yet not a genius, has the game sense and experience but never is off the court and he doesn't have anxiety and is sure of himself. He is very interesting and I have yet to figure him out.
"I don't want Kenma to tire himself out. I know his stamina could be better but I highly doubt his coach likes that he doesn't get a break," I reply sadly. I wish Kageyama and Hinata were here. They would always want to come with me and Kageyama would always toss. I look over to my boys and they haven't finished their lap yet but Suga turns over to me and tilts his head. Before I can wave him over, I hear soft footsteps coming next to me.
"Katrina, your phone," Kiyoko says. I huff and know that it's just going to be Suoh checking up on me if I have offed myself. I look at the girl and find my phone already flipped open. Kiyoko has a small smile and I feel embarrassed for a moment. "It's Aone-san."
"Oh," I squeal and then turn to Bokuto and Akaashi. "Sorry guys, I have to take this."
I smile widely at Kiyoko as I start to blush and she hands me my phone. I take it and practically run out of the gym with my excitement. I could discern questions from the Fukurodani ace and setter. Kiyoko hopefully doesn't tell them anything super embarrassing.
"Hello?" Aone says softly into the phone and I sit with my back to the gym in the afternoon light.
"Hi!" I say quickly and then cross my legs. My stomach has butterflies as I realize that he kept his promise and he called me like agreed upon. I realize for a moment that I have been silent for too long and know that no matter how large my smile is, Aone might not hear it through the phone. "How are you? How was your practice? Are you guys practicing all day today?"
"I am good and practice is good. We are taking a break," he tells me and I can hear the teams start to pile out of the gym. It's lunch time and I find myself bombarded by boys as they walk past my small body on the floor. "How are you?"
"We're good. It's lunchtime so we're taking a break right now and the boys are going to go eat," I reply as the non-Karasuno boys look at me with confusion. I wave them off with a smile and then my own team has come and is passing me.
"Tell Aone-san, I say hi!" Noya screams at me as if Aone can't hear him through the phone. Aone chuckles lowly on the other side and I want to be swallowed in the sound and never leave how my heart flutters when he laughs.
"Katrina is blushing," Yamaguchi snickers with Tsukki and I blush even harder.
"Shut up guys, go away!" I yell at them and Kuroo and Bokuto who pass with Daichi look on with questioning smiles. "I'll meet you guys later."
"You better receive for me later," Bokuto laughs and I roll my eyes. Akaashi is next to him and has a blank look. I can't tell if he is interested or if he is just like that. The boys pass and it is silent for what feels like forever. I sigh into the phone and can feel my body relax completely.
"Are you having fun?" Aone asks me and I know he is curious. No doubt he heard Bokuto telling me about receiving and knowing that my worry has gone down since we arrived.
"Yah, I think it's just a lot," I tell him. He makes a noise of understanding and I continue without hesitation. I wish I didn't have to be thinking of things and always be with the boys and the sound. "At home, normally I can wind down, you know? I can just feel relief after the day and sit in silence and just breathe. I can't do that right now until everyone is asleep and it's just a lot."
"Oh," Aone replies and I know he understood me. I don't hear anything for a little bit and I don't understand what happened for a moment. "I can call later?"
"What no," I reply quickly. "Do you have to go? I want to talk to you?"
"I do too, but is it too much to talk to me," he replies softly and I shake my head quickly.
"No, not you, I," I pause and take a deep breath before I start my anxious rant. I can feel a blush come to my face more than before and I want to blush harder because I am blushing hard. "I like talking to you. With you, I don't, well I don't have to fill the silence. You are nice and I like you and you make me feel better. It's like I'm not really myself with anyone else. You don't expect me to be something I am not."
There is silence on the other end of the phone and I feel my heart clench and I hold in my breath. I play with my shoelace with my free hand as I hear Aone breathe gently on the other side. I don't know why we are silent or if I made him mad but he draws in a sharp breath as I know that he is going to tell me something probably equally as scandalous.
"I feel like myself with you too," he replies and I exhale a breath, relieved that he didn't say something bad. "I like you and talking to you is easy."
"Good," I reply after a moment's breath and we just sit there for a moment, knowing that we have each other's presence. "Okay so, I have to tell you about this summer camp. These players are crazy."
Aone laughs and I want to be back at home, riding a train while I hear the real thing in person.
"Okay," he replies and the smile hurts my cheeks.
I tell him about the teams here and then I tell him about how I miss my freak duo. He tells me about how they have a new setter and that he's a little weird. I tell him about how we are going to be back in two weeks and he tells me about how he had to pick a new number. I told him how I wish I could go see him play but without the boys and just to see him play. He says that maybe I can when we come back and I can see him on the weekend.
"I still have to take you on a date," Aone says suddenly as I am in the middle of telling him how I am going to have a therapy appointment this week but it's not the same since I won't see him. I can feel the blush that had steadily left my face, come back with a vengeance and I shift in my place. He remembered and I bite my lip as I smiled.
"Yah, but you have two weeks until you have to figure it out," I reply and he groans. I think he wanted me to help him out with ideas and I laugh lightly with his own misery. "I'm not going to tell you, you're going to have to surprise me. But nothing too, surprising."
"I know," he replies and I smile. The boy groans again as I smile even larger. "What if you don't like it?"
"You can look stuff up and I can tell you if it's cool," I reply. I can hear the boys on his side start to make more and more noise. It sounds like a pack of elephants that is going towards him on and I tilt my head as I hear footsteps to my own left. I look and Suga is tapping his wrist as if it had a watch on it. I nod and the boy crosses his arms and I just put up my hand up to motion for five more minutes.
"Oy, Aone, who are you talking to?" I hear a voice call and hear Aone sigh. We're both harassed and teased and I feel something like reassurance that his team is worried about him just like mine is worried about me. That and everyone is annoying to us and it's not just me.
"We're going to have to go," I mutter to him as Suga begins to pace angrily.
"Hitz-chan," I hear and I think it is Aone's friend Futakuchi. I laugh as I can discern Aone is shifting the phone and complaining to go away.
"Let me say goodbye," Aone says to his teammate and I smile as I begin to stand up. Suga looks at me and turns away to give me my privacy. I wait for a moment and think that with how silent it is that he hung up. "Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Yes," I reply quickly and then turn away so my back is towards Suga. I pause and then ask what I worry about. "Is it bad that I want to talk to you a lot?"
I know that I may just be a dumbstruck girl, but with the silence and Aone's gasp with my question, I don't think I am the only one. Maybe we can talk more, and maybe that isn't so bad. I mean, what happens if we do talk too much. What will happen if we run out of things to talk about? I would be content with just his breathing on the other side of the phone. We will be content to just exist knowing he is existing with us, my voice says and I hear the boy on the other side move the phone.
"I want to talk to you a lot too," Aone whispers back into the phone. I smile brightly with me knowing that I am not the only one who wants to talk.
"Okay, that's, good," I reply as I close my eyes. My free hand holds my other's elbow and I try to picture Aone in front of me. I try to imagine his dark eyes and his warming presence. His strong face and his lips slightly turned upwards in a smile. I picture him blushing to his ears and his hair, the light-colored mess, so soft and enticing as it called for me to run my hands through it.
"I miss you. I will call tomorrow," he says as boys yell in the background. I smile even wide as I keep my eyes closed.
"I miss you too, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Katrina, hurry up, you need to eat," Suga calls me and I wish that I could stay on the phone longer and talk about his new setter and what he would want to do on a date and why we want to talk to each other and how we miss each other when we normally only see each other once a week.
"Bye," he replies and I open my eyes. The daylight is bright and I turn towards Suga. My worried setter gestures for me to hurry and follow him. But before I can, I wish one more time for Aone.
"Bye."
Goodness, this was a lot. I don't know. I feel so awful at writing and I know that this is what I wanted to do so I have to get back to it. It's just like getting back on a bike. I have never been really good at riding a bike though.
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