Inviting Gyutaro over to your house over for the weekend, he had promptly rejected your invitation, stating how he was gonna be busy with Ume with her homework. At this point, he had rejected your requests to hang out multiple times, and you weren’t even sure if he was going to come to your upcoming birthday.
Lying down on your bed aimlessly, afternoon soon rolled around. There was nothing in the fridge- well, there was, but it was one of those days when you didn’t feel like cooking anything.
Taking out your phone and opening Uber eats, you scrolled around all those options before eventually making your decision.
Closing your phone again, you went back into your sulking session, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. There was a knock on your door soon enough, and you got a texting message from the guys who stated he was there by the door with the food.
Just as the door opened, you rubbed you eyes as you stepped out, only to see none other than—
“…”
Gyutaro was holding his phone in front of him, sitting upon his bicycle with a package behind his back in some kind of backpack. Glancing at you, he raised an eyebrow and looked at his phone, before looking back at you again.
“I knew that stupid name seemed familiar somewhere.. is your fat ass too lazy to cook anything again?”