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You can't believe this is happening. Oh, who are you fucking kidding, you can totally believe this. Of course you're crushing hard for you neighbor, you fucking dumbass.
Okay, but can you blame yourself? Tall, blonde, and gorgeous over there just Existing with those blue-er than blue eyes. And have you seen his cheekbones? Lord, have mercy.
Fuck and he's so kind, too. There you were! just-- floundering with this new language, and he ignored the fact you spoke like a toddler. There you were, unable to open your door without dumping your armful of boxes, and he offers to open it for you. Such a gentleman! He wholeheartedly welcomed you to the neighborhood, and his smile makes you wonder where you put your sunglasses. You were already imagining youself with his surname, you fucking clown.
Then-- oh hoh -- then he asked if your parents are hung up with the moving van that you previously mentioned.
God, can't you just die?
Yagi seemed pretty embarrassed at himself when you told him you were in college and not a highschooler as he assumed, (if his profuse bowing and apologies were anything to go by. God, don't hurt yourself, Yagi.) Not that his assumption was unfounded, as you suffered from Baby Face Syndrome.
He offered to have you over for tea if you wanted-- w-when you're finished cleaning your empty apartment, that is.
You hope you sounded casual when you accepted. You never really liked tea, since you preferred gasoline-flavored energy drinks, but you didn't need to tell him that.
Yagi smiled and welcomed you again before he departed for his home, leaving you feeling dizzy in your kitchen with cleaning supplies still in your arms.
God, you hope this infatuation will dissipate soon and you can just be normal and definitely Not ruin any friendship you might have scrounged together with your neighbor. God Almightly, you hope.
It doesn't. Fuck.