The regular occurrence, the same position in waiting, and the very same time everyday; except today.
Two hands clapped together in an apologetic gesture, a sweetened contortion of distress overtaking his facial features, and a honeyed tone to top it all off; "Sorry! I have somewhere I need to be after practice, so I can't walk home with you!" Matatagi exclaimed, apparent edge of disappointment lurking in his words.
You couldn't help but to give your own dishearten smile in return, bringing up a hand and waving off his apology, "It's fine. What is it you have to do?" you then inquired, curiosity emitting from your form.
"Nothing. It doesn't really matter," Matatagi gave clear emphasis that it wasn't anything, and that you should drop the topic right here and now. Yet despite that irritation bubbling in his stomach, his rueful smile or tone hadn't been seized by his negative feelings at all, and you stayed in the dark about the thoughts concurring half his brain.
One last smile, increasing a fraction in size, you languidly nodded your heat to affirm you wouldn't probe further. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then, Matatagi-kun!" and with that final goodbye, you waved heartily to him and walked home alone in absolute silence with questions about his whereabouts bouncing in your head. It didn't matter, you told yourself, it was his business and it was only for today.
Right?
Wrong.
"Again?" you tilted your head, a bit more saddened than yesterday that Matatagi was occupied once more after practice, and thus he couldn't dawn you in his company on the long stroll home. "Geez..." you pouted, childish actions showing themselves as usual.
With one eye squinting as a slight grimace twisted on his face, he should've known shaking you off wouldn't be an easy task, Matatagi rubbed behind his head, tanned fingers mingling with his brown locks. "I promise tomorrow I'm free, so let's walk home together then," he compromised with you, and you nodded your head in agreement with a feeble 'fiiiine' following after under your breath.
As he watched your fleeting figure one more time, watching as how your slumped shoulders gradually moved upwards in perkiness the more you continued treading away. "I'd really rather not cancel what I have planned, but it can't be helped. She won't give it up if I always miss out..." he huffed to himself, rambling on as he turned on his heel and went punctually to practice.
a/n; REALLY SHORT CHAPTER—
hMMM what could it be that Matatagi is now busy doing?! /w\ Stay tuuuned as usual~
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