#INUMAKI IN DEBTT AHAHA

[megumismyhusband]

your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up in the dim glow of your room. It was a familiar sight—a text from toge.

toegay: “hop on val” you: “it’s almost 2:00 AM. don’t you sleep?” toegay: “what a hypocrite. ur up rn” you: “stfu. im up cause im thinkin' bout how u owe me $20”

this was your routine. late-night texting and gaming. you didn’t think much of it—this is just how things were with him. best friends since forever. but recently, something felt different. the way his texts lingered in your mind, or how you caught yourself wishing that each notification on your phone was from him.

you two were just friends though.

“who are you texting?” panda asked, leaning over toge’s shoulder as they sat in the common room.

“no way—it’s y/n/ again, isn’t it?” maki smirked, catching a glimpse of the chat. toge slammed his phone facedown, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

“oh my god, you’re so down bad,” panda laughed, earning a halfhearted swat.

“fish flakes” toge says defensively.

“yeah, sure. the 24/7 texting says otherwise.” maki rolled her eyes but grinned. “just admit it already. you like her.”

toge froze. did he? sure, he cared about you. missed you when you weren’t around. found himself smiling at his phone more than he’d like to admit. but… it wasn’t like that. right?

a week later, the group chat buzzed with plans.

maki: “let’s hang out tmrw. movie night?” panda: “yessss. y/n, you in?” you: “i wishhh im busy tho :( sorry!”

Your phone buzzed again—this time, a private message from Maki.

Maki: “you suuuure? inumaki’s gonna be there”

a warm blush spread across your cheeks. before you could respond, another message popped up in the group chat.

toegay: “oh well, I’m actually kinda busy tmrw too, so idk if I can make it.”

Seconds later, a new group chat was created—without toge.

maki: “DOWN BAD.” panda: “HE IS SO OBVIOUS.” maki: “just confess already, y/n. ur into him too, aren’t you?”

you stared at their messages, heart pounding. were they right? you thought about the way toge always made time for you, the way his texts brightened your day, the way he somehow felt like home.

oh...you liked him.

the next night, you found yourself standing outside toge’s room, nerves bubbling in your chest. when he opened the door, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“y/n?” he signed.

“hey,” you said softly. “can we talk?” he nodded, stepping aside to let you in.

“i, um…” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, your heart hammering in your chest. “i think i like you.”

toge blinked, his mouth opening slightly as if to respond, but he quickly pulled out his phone instead.

toegay: “You mean it?”

you nodded, a small smile forming on your lips. “yeah. And, judging by the fact that maki and panda have been spamming me nonstop, i’m guessing you might feel the same?” toge groaned, running a hand through his hair, but the smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

toegay: “maybe a little.”

you laughed, and the sound made his heart do a little flip.

“well, good,” you said. “because I’m pretty sure i’m down bad for you too.”

toegay: "if it helps u forget bout the $20 i owe, i really really like you too." toge smiles

"dickhead" you mutter as you shake your head, a smile on your face