"Where's [Name]?"
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Good question, Captain.
Matatagi didn't have your number, and you never told him any advancements that you'd surprisingly go missing from school for a couple of days; the fact that his stupid captain pestered about that mundane fact only amplified that annoyance. Concealing the dour look with a sugarcoated expression of confusion, and worry, he sighed, "I'm not really sure. She didn't tell me she'd be away." Like you'd tell him about your own damn personal affairs anyway.
"I'm surprised not to see her here; she's practically a member herself, with how much time she spends around here waiting for you." There was a low chuckle springing from the corners of the Captain's voice, and Matatagi briskly picked up that he was barely teasing him.
Matatagi rubbed the back of his head, a timid and bashful smile splitting on his face in the process, "You think so? Well, we're friends after all." Oh how saying that burned his entire tongue, and left an unpalatable taste of bitterness to assemble on the tip. "I'll go see her after practice. I want to do a couple more laps," Matatagi added, amounting the thought of that he didn't want to further talk about this anymore.
"Okay. Thank you," Matatagi expressed his gratitude towards the elder lady by bowing his head and bidding her a farewell before headed off again down the street. Since he held no knowledge on your whereabouts either he had to question people around town to gain that information. You weren't far off from his current location, a couple of blocks and turns and he should be able to use his discerning eye to spot a white house among the swarm of other ones.
As he approached what the old woman had explained to him, he couldn't help but gape as it came into view. It wasn't huge, but it was terribly small either; were you actually wealthy? Shrugging the thought off his shoulders, Matatagi treaded to the front doorstep, and dauntlessly knocked on the wooden frame, listening as soft padding footsteps came hurriedly to the door.
The door opened to reveal a young woman, late twenties perhaps, with platinum blonde hair tied into a neat bun directly center of her head. "Ms. [Last Name]?" he questioned, unsure on the identity of the person standing in front of him.
"Akiyama," she sharply corrected. "Are you a friend of [Name]'s?" She urged on, and it looked as if she had somewhere to be; her heels tapping against the flooring impatiently, while her eyes were narrowed in annoyance.
Matatagi nodded his head, "That's right. Is she home?" he inquired, doughty against the evident hostility displayed towards him. Play it cool, and he wouldn't cause any problems...behave just like her, an adult. Akiyama exclaimed that you were in your room, giving hurried instructions on how to get there before bolting out the door behind him, mumbling something incoherent...
Except he picked up on it: "It's about time she brought someone over. When was the last time she ever did that?" — What did that mean? And who the hell was Akiyama herself?
Ignoring that added fact, he strode on throughout your house, toeing off his shoes and examining everything in detail as he made his way to your room. It was appointed very well, intricate designs and expensive looking furniture garnished the rooms, and a pang of envy shot through his veins. This was the type of house he'd love for his family to live in, a greedy thought, but maybe a bit bigger as well.
He made it to the designated door, your name hung loosely on a hook to portray to everyone it was your own room, and he came with haste, juggling the knob in his hand while pushing the door open. "[Name], I'm coming in!" that orotund shout imposed on your privacy, and you straightened yourself out from your bed at breakneck speed you might've broke your back.
"M-Matatagi-kun?!"
a/n; Will we find out why you've been avoiding school...?! Stay tuned! (aka in like five minutes i'm about to post another chapter shhh)
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