“Aww, look at you being all soft,” you gush, returning the gesture with a peck to the forehead. “Love you too, sweetie.”>”Get a room!” Sonata calls from the car.
“Oh what, you wanna share your bed heater?” you snap back, a knowing look on your face as she slips back in and closes the back driver door as you pull out your keys.
“Little brat... come on Dagi, traffic’s not getting any lighter.”
<><><>>Nope, last week definitely wasn’t a fluke.>You try your best to steady your breathing as you seat yourself, the homeroom bell ringing sharply as students traipse the hallway, bumping and bustling every way but up as they scramble.>These phantom feelings - his hand on your shoulder, your lips on his cheek- send exhilarating sparks down your spine.>”Uh, you okay?” Sonata asks as she opens up he binder next to you. “You’ve been a lot less bold and brash than usual this week.”
“...Just caught up in schoolwork,” you lie through your teeth.
‘You’re not brash,’ you think to yourself.>Just to-the-point.>You close your eyes and force your mind to clear itself, hands clenched in concentration as your heartbeat finally slows and evens out.>You open up your schoolbag and swear.
“Aria, got a pencil?” you ask as you rummage through, grabbing your notebook and pulling out your uncle’s athletic jacket with one hand, blinking in surprise.>You don’t remember packing that.>”You still have that?” Aria responds as she hands you a pen. “It’s not THAT cold in here, is it?”
“Y-Yes!” you blurt, setting the writing device down and immediately knocking it off your desk as you swing the overwear around your shoulders, arms easily sliding in. >Both of your sisters stare at your flustering as you grab the pen up hastily before the teacher’s entrance grabs their attention.>Yours, however, is caught in the scents currently surrounding you.