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note: uhh first time smut (it's not really smut at the same time)

CW: kinda smut (making out, kissing, hands touching everywhere)

art: @/pa1077 on twitter

The pencil in your hand stood solid for a good minute in your hands, you eyes only leveled at your diary. You promised today, you had to write your diary entry. Since the notebook remain empty on pages for some days— knock knock— who? You jumped a little at the sudden sound. So focused onto this one situation you practically forgot everything around you, even the cat plushie on the floor you forgot to pick up. Looking over to the window you spot a creepy figure—intruder!—wait…Ryu?..

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, adrenaline surging—until you realized it wasn’t an intruder. It was just Ryusei. The surface pads of your fingers quickly open the window, nicely welcoming in your intruder.

“Ryu—my parents are here and it’s midnight, are you..okay?”

“Don't got any cuts or bruise buzz” he lets his feet rest on the carpet on your room, acting nonchalant on breaking in your house

“Shouldn't you be home? We start school tomorrow…”

“Yeah we do…” He scoffs away the mention of School, hardly caring about that topic. “Is Summer asleep?”

“Yes, you can't wake her up” he invites himself on your bed, picking up the cat plushie on the floor and hugging it into his chest. Why would he be here before school started again? Is he in trouble? Or—running from the police?!

“Ryu tell me what's going on?”

“Nothing cupcake, just missed the pretty little nose of yours. Can’t I visit my dear buzz?”

“We hanged out and called this whole summer and we go to the same school? You visit me everyday…seriously is everything okay—”

“And I said I wanted to see ya, nothing hard to understand hm?”

Simple words yes, but you knew him. Too well, way too well. You practically spent this wholeeeeeee summer with him. On call, in-person, with Summer or not, you and him were two peas in a pod. Even Lui got jealous because Ryusei somehow ate more popsicles with you than you did with her. “Ryu, I…” you began, shy on your words. You wanted to tell him it was okay to soften up. Your his friend, he’s your friend. Encourage him on the journey of life, that whatever's on his mind, you’d never hate him for it. You can't think in s world where you would ever hate him. You don't even think you could live a real life if he one day just disappeared. You have to tell him!

What if you say something stupid…? Maybe he doesn't even care. For some friend yapping about the syrup of truth. Like anybody cared about what you say.

He’s your friend. “I…I want you to know I’m here.” You avoid eye contact as you voice your concerns. Embarrassed of your wisdom but nonetheless you didn't want your greatest friend to feel like he couldn't tell you anything. “I know we haven’t really gotten to talk about much real...emotional stuff but you're very special to me Ryu. I just hope that you can be comfortable when you—” desperate, hungry, cruelling hands scratch the back of your neck and head pushing you to his direction—the direction of his lips. Burning, a vigorous, longing kiss drenched your tongue against his warm muscle. You didn't even realize you had slowly lied down on your back, the muscle figure of Ryu’s so eager to press his skin onto yours. You could taste the spit dripping, swirling, licking your gums, and teeth, all over the inside of your delicious mouth.

He tasted more sweet than any baking you handled.

The pulse on your moist tongue never felt more pleasurable, the insatiable demand that took control over your body was breathless—heart-pounding. Your hands on the sides of his sharp jaw, his hands on the sides of your pretty waist, your tempting meat of hips. You just couldn't stop, neither could he. His hot, thrilling lips tasted you whole, but if it was one thing. It was passionate, pure, true, and hot. Sweaty, alluring, and bloodthirsty. Love not lust. The bed began to creek little by little as he pushed you down deeper. As he slowly let his tip of tongue take one more taste of yours, a string of salvia followed dramatically, all while looking sublime. A moment passed as you both took a minute to breathe. His breath kissed your nose and so did yours to his. You didn’t have anymore words to say, at all. His eyes not begging to not leave yours and his forehead sweating against yours. “I wish I could stay longer…just with you…” his words were so, so quiet “I’ll see you later buzz” he then left one more kiss—on your soft cheeks and left out the window before you could gather the remaining consciousness, hopefully he didn't eat it while he was kissing—uh…making out? Eating? Exactly what was that.

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Ryusei who…

Liked braiding your hair, even knows how to make flower crowns for you and Summer.

Knows(knew) your ticklish spots

Has a sketchbook mostly filled with doodles of you even before he really got know you

Said your music taste sucks but then went home and saved them all to his playlist

When he played minecraft with you, all he did is breed animals for fun and make beauitful artistic buildings

He even made you a baking shop

Shidou yapper you listen

If Summer falls asleep he carries her to her bed

He stole your perfume because he likes your scent. It gets him excited

Even got the same shampoo and body wash as you

Lets you paint his nails (pink)

You learned makeup from him, and let him put makeup on you. He one time moved an inch and the black eyeliner went in your eye.

You stole lots of his graphic shirts (he had cool anime shirts)

Made all his lunches because you learned he never ate that much during lunch

You even had to provide him food in minecraft

When he killed your two dogs he got you 5 more dogs (he breed some)

When one of your parents came home early from work and saw Shidou you said he was gay (he basically is)

His contact name for you is cream puff

Your contact name for him is Cupcake (he forced you)

He started calling you cupcake after watching arcane

During the spring festival era, he was your number one test taster

After Shidou left, Summer went through your diary and saw how sad you were since he left and now she hates him. She still called him and sent him voicemails that he's a stranger danger

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note:

After the spring festival

Dear May

120 days away

Now you’re reading the dumbest note from Shidou. Lined paper, folded neatly, passed from one student to another until it lands in front of you. The first thing that catches your eye? "To my Y/N <3"—written in obnoxiously bright pink gel pen. With a sigh, you unfold it, only to be greeted by a dramatic sad face and a ridiculous plea:

“please forgive me buzz. I didn’t mean to explode your dogs. I promise I’ll make it up to you! Meet me~”

You glance up, and there he is—Shidou, grinning like an idiot, throwing in a wink for good measure.

The audacity of this man. Acting all friendly after *bombing your cute puppies—*in Minecraft.

The bell shortly rings, students rush to get a walk around the school, finally moving their legs after hours of writing notes upon another. Ryusei was one of those students,—in his own way, he’d walk around, get a drink from the venting machine on the first floor and never come back to class in time, doing whatever he does... But no, today, he walks right to you, pouting so adorably—which is quite odd for a man like Shidou Ryusei. Whatsoever, he’s pouting. Childish you thought, he’s towering over you already opening his mouth in plea. “Cmon’ buzz you can’t really be angry at me forever. Did you get my note— oh it’s right here, did you like it? Decorated and all for ya’”

“You bombed up Tim and Jim, I’ll never forgive you.”

“That was a mistake! I didn’t think the TNT would reach over there!”

“Well you thought wrong.” It was your turn to pout now, refusing his gaze, sore of his distressed. Lui finally walks over to you, giggling overly your immature grudge. “You’re still mad at him?” Shidou looked genuinely doomed—not that you cared. (You totally cared.)

“Lui, tell my dear buzz I’m sorry! You can’t ignore me forever ya’ know.”

“Why would I do that?” Lui questions

“Don’t listen to him, Lui,” you huffed. “He’s a deceivable cockroach.”

“I know where you live.”

“Yeah and whose gonna let you in my house?”

“Summer of course.”

“What— no she wouldn’t”

“Yeah she would” Lui comments “Not helping.” You sulk at her.

Dear June

91 days away

Dear Diary, Exams are coming up!!!! I have to study study study but Ryu will NOT stop annoying me. He’s calling me every second asking to play video games, or just enters my house without even knocking. I mean I told him with the second key was hiding but it’s also Summer who just opens the door when she hears his footsteps! I thought I taught Summer better, stranger danger, no ranger.

Dear July

62 days away

Dear diary, Lui and I traveled over to Thailand for Summer break, the food was the best and I took the greatest naps there ever! I never thought this 5 day trip would heal my inner self, wish Summer was here to experience the joy surrounding this place! You’d love their clear aqua waters Summer! I’ll be bringing back so many souvenirs for everyone. I bought the most for Ryu, since he said he always wanted to try their makeup products.

Dearest July 7th- Ryu’s Birthday

56 days away

Dear Diary, I took it upon myself to celebrate Ryu’s birthday and I mean everything. The cake, the people (Summer, me, Lui, and the birthday boy), the timing, decoration, and—well everything hehe. And so embarrassingly I kissed his check as a present. I also gifted him freshly baked macaroons, lots of pink stuff animals, and the next upcoming Chainsaw Man volume. He said he liked the kiss better if it was on the lips, but I said no! We’re not a couple.

Dear August

31 days away

Dear diary, I’d like to welcome the newest member of the L/n family, Tim! In honor of Caseoh’s supermarket. Weirdly but not weirdly, it was all thanks to Ryu ever since he knocked on my door holding the cutest puppy ever then handed him over to me. “I found it on the streets.” said he. Would that mean we’re the mom and dad for Tim?

September -

1 day away-Dear diary, I couldn’t sleep last night because Shidou Ryusei kissed me. My first ever kiss, his lips, marshmallow against mine. Entering my last year of high school and I think I like you, Ryusei. I can’t wait to tell Lui!!!

Dear diary, Ryusei didn’t arrive to school late anymore, he actually didn’t even arrive at all. It’s bad luck to miss your first day Ryu!

Dear diary, Summer misses you Ryu!! I miss you too, a week without you seems boring. I have nobody to try out the new recipes excluding Summer. I hope to see you soon.

Dear diary, a month later, he’s still gone. Teachers, counselors, and the principle even asked me where he might’ve gone, said I don’t know. Wish I had, maybe you’re busy, hurt, or even sick. I hope you’re okay. Please be okay.

Dear diary, my mom noticed that I’ve been ‘gloomy’ and ‘sad’ I didn’t even realized I looked all depressed till she pointed it out. As I finally took a look in the mirror, my eyebags has really sunken my eyes and the skin on my finger is so dry, it’s about to bleed. The ChapStick on my lips doesn’t last long and I’m studying more and more than ever. It’s the only thing that can get him off my mind, was I not enough for him to stay? Most of all, I feel so upset that Summer doesn’t know where he is, she’s been secretly going on my phone to call his number what’s even worse is he never answers. I think its time I finally accepted that he’s gone, I don’t feel okay.

Dear diary, I hate milk boxes.

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to be continued??

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Dear diary, todays the day. April 7th of this Spring

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Night of April 6th-Summer whines as she tried to hold back Shidou from leaving. He's been a reoccurring guest at your house lately, ever since you two got along. Her lower lip trembles as his hand slowly starts to turn red by the amount of the force Summer pleads to make him stay, ‘he’s so handsome’ she says, as if that alone is reason enough for him to stay.

“Summer, the sun’s already gone, and he has to head home soon.”

She only shakes her head, refusing to meet your gaze, her pout deepening. She’s completely fixated on keeping her “handsome prince” in the house.

Shidou chuckles, watching the scene unfold with lazy amusement. “I don’t mind staying longer, buzz.” His voice is lighthearted, but there’s a teasing glint in his magenta eyes.

“It’s already past eight… and my parents are about to come home,” you murmur softly as you try to explain your embarrassing reason. If your parents saw him, they’ll mistake him as your boyfriend, and if they mistake him as your boyfriend—well who knows!

“Great, you’ll get to introduce me to them huh? What’cha think?” Shidou tilts his head, smirk widening. “Ryu…” Is all you say as he watches you squirm

“Please, oh please, Y/N!” Summer tugs at your sleeve now, eyes big and pleading. “We didn’t even get to finish our tea party!”

“You’ll get another day for that, don’t worry.” You pat her head softly.

“Guess we gotta’ listen to big sister Y/n hmm chipmuck?” Shidou chimes in, ruffling Summer’s hair as she pouts harder.

Her stubbornness holds out for a few more seconds before she finally gives in, dragging herself over to wrap her arms around Shidou’s legs in a dramatic farewell hug. “Fine…” she huffs, voice full of gloom. You can tell she’s at least 76% ready to lock the door and block every entrance just to keep him here—but in the end, her love for you wins out. With one last reluctant glance at her “prince,” she stomps off to brush her teeth.

You exhale in relief, walking Shidou to the door.

But just as you reach for the handle, he stops.

His gaze lingers on you, studying you, like he’s memorizing something only he can see. The playful light in his eyes is still there, but something quieter settles beneath it.

“You excited?” he asks, curiosity lacing his tone.

Your eyes brighten at the question, the spring festival. “Yes… yes, I am,” you nod quickly, then hesitate. “…I’m kind of nervous too, I think.” Shy, you lower your gaze, rubbing your fingers together in a soft, anxious motion. “I mean I’m practically fully in charge of the classes’ reputation this Spring.”

“Wan’na good luck kiss?”

You bring your gaze back up to his level, eyebrows arched in question of his sudden request

“Uh—I don’t know” As you spoke, he already made his way to you, bending his knees to reach your height and press the softest kiss on your cheek. “mwah~ don’t stay up to late buzz. Wouldn’t want your pretty head all messed up before the spring festival. Not that I wouldn’t mind.” He eventually began to walk away as he left you speechless.

a boy kissed you, on the cheek—but it’s still a kiss!

“Ryu…sei, thank you for being…my friend” You quickly mumble out his name before his body moved past the gates of your house. ‘my friend’ you said, ever so gently. Yearning out the tenderness of your heart as you thanked him.

Sweat clings to your clothes, your hands trembling against the fabric of your apron. You’re not scared—just horribly, unbearably nervous. Why you? Of all people, choose you to handle this one and only event?! You’re a timid nobody, stupid shy little girl with no dreams but a tiny useless bakery. “Y/n, you shouldn’t be nervous! I’ll be here—and Shidou” Lui rolls her eyes at his name, “It’s just—what if I mess—no, messed up already without us even knowing?! The food’s nasty, they’ll hate me and I’ll be known as the stupid baker girl at the one spring festiva—”

“I voted you. Not anyone else to take care of all the baking because I knew you were the only one for it. If you back out now your dream stands for nothing.” Lui flicks your forehead—sharp, but not unkind—before crossing her arms. ‘If you back out now, your dream stands for nothing.’ Her words cut through your spiraling thoughts, grounding you before you drown in them You inhale slowly, feeling the breath settle deep in your chest. The frantic thudding of your heart slows—not completely, but enough. Lui is here. She always is.

“Thank you Lui.”

“Yep, I do it everyday. I’m gonna help everyone else decorate the booth. If I leave you won’t freak out again right?”

You blink, unsure what to answer. Lie or tell the truth? “Nevermind, don’t answer that. Hold on,” Her body leaves your eye as she walked out only to quickly appear with none other than Ryusei. "Huh? But I was gonna draw the cupcake balloons," Shidou whines, crossing his arms like a child deprived of his favorite toy.

“It’s either that or our dear friend losing her mind which one?” Lui argues and Ryusei grumbles on his words “Can I do both?”

“Too bad, deal with it." Lui smirks before disappearing, leaving you stranded with a very sulky Ryusei.

“You can go and…uh continue your drawings. I’ll be totally fine” You said with the softest smile you could, lying wasn’t your strong suit. The fumble of between your hands played together, the hair tie was slowly getting loose around your strands, and your back straighten scared to let your guard down. “You sure?” Ryusei’s voice echoed, “Uhm..yes” You nodded with white lies foaming at your mouth, “You’re the worst liar cupcake,” He chuckles obnoxiously.

“Shouldn't you…get ready for the festival soon?”

“Nahh I can get ready later. We got like an hour before it starts…” A silence pauses the room “sit still and look pretty for me eh?” He disappeared for a moment and returned, a sketchbook, pencil, and eraser now in hand. He then looked down at the seat indicating for you to take place on and you shyly maneuver to his orders. 10 minutes of silence go by and you're starting to get worried if he’s in another world.

“Um…Ryusei? Are you almost—”

“Finished.” He exclaimed with a cheeky smile, grinning so boylish as he extended out his final sketch of you—and boy were you astonished. You knew he was a good artist, he always attend art classes on time but when he drew you, so real and true, led full of passion glowing in you.

“It’s…beautiful..” You wanted to spit more, a whole novel, maybe a song as a plus just for this small gesture. “Thank you cupcake, you're quite the model” You learned to somewhat calm down your blush ever since you been with Ryusei, but it still showed.

“Can I see more of your drawings?” you ask softly, curiosity laced in your voice. His lips curl into a grin, something mischievous yet pleased. “Never thought you’d ask.” His art spoke with a language only threw vision, flipped— theres a girl drawn on one page—Quickly, he snatched the sketchbook back to his arms. “don’t flip too far, unless ya’ wanna see something quite interesting.”

“Was that…me?”

“Uh—who?” He chuckled it off, the tips of his ears reddened. “Me.”

“I drew you right here.” He pointed to the other recent one he drew

“But the one in your sketchbook” Your eyes meet his, searching.

Ryusei clicks his tongue, looking away. “Just some other cute girl.”

“It was me.”

He opens his mouth, then closes it. The tips of his ears turn pink.

“I wanna see more— you went through my old baby photos the other day it’s only fair Ryu.” if its one thing you learned from your younger sister, its the pitch and tone of your voice, the doe of your eyes, and the eye contact that convince them otherwise. He huffed and he sighed, revealing the page you left on, and more intriguingly you flipped through more, all these pages were full of drawings, drawings of you. Explains how he quickly and perfectly drew you in 10 minutes.

You wanted to gaze into this moment longer than ever, navigate more of the life his art brings but suddenly a classmate peeks in, rushing everyone to get ready for the festival. “Hey, you two, what are you doing? Get ready and you. Put your uniform on”

He pointed and glared at Shidou and his unpreparedness. “I'll see you later?”

“Oi, lovebirds, what the hell are you still doing here? Get moving! And you” The classmate shoots a glare at Shidou’s casual attire. “Put your uniform on”

Shidou groans, stretching his arms behind his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”

He catches your lingering gaze and smirks. “I’ll see you later, cupcake.”

“See you later”

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The spring festival is here. You’re living, right here as it happens. Soft, golden glows illuminating pathways, casting warm halos on peoples’ faces. The blooming sound of a live band blasts from afar, excited shrieks in the air, and the sweet aroma of pink and blue cotton fluffy candy battles your nose.

“One order of strawberry taiyaki coming right up!”

“Try your luck at goldfish scooping!”

Multiple laughers fly in the wind, many students, kids, adults have already arrived—so many dressed beautifully. Traditional clothing or not, everything here, is beautiful. A student passed as she sipped on sweet milk matcha latte, the faint bitterness of green tea wafting into the air, mixing with the floral sweetness of nearby cherry blossoms. Another pair of students got into a photo booth, shrinking as they waited for their final results.

“Can I get a 6-piece box of macaroons?” Her appetite commands your bakery, her eyes in love at the sight of it alone. With a devotion you endear her desires, a smile setting your goodbye to your customer. And then another, two of your matcha sakura cakes, 4 dango, choco lava tiramisu, earthly cupcakes, and all. This was what your life, or what your future will look like one day when you reach your dream.

“Haru, can you ask someone to bring in more blueberry tarts?” You request with a kindness laced in your voice before returning your attention to the drawn long line of eager customers, eyes gleaming at the promise of something sweet.

“Blueberry passion tarts you asked.” You turn behind and find that same signature smirk plastered on his face. “Ryu!” a smile lights your lips, shining star reflection upon multiple moons. You hadn’t realized how much you missed his presence until now. The festival had been a whirlwind of flour-dusted chaos, but the moment you hear his voice—mischievous and unmistakably his—the tension in your shoulders loosens

“Gotta make sure they’re safe to eat, ya’ know?” he says, grinning as you glare at him.

The two girls in line laugh

“Ryu, you can’t eat—”

"Too late, cupcake." He smirks, stuffing one into his mouth before you can stop him. Then another. And another. You gasp as he casually grabs a third, chewing with an exaggerated hum of delight. 'Mmm, damn. You made these? Marry me.'

The two girls in line giggle behind their hands, whispering something you don’t quite catch. Probably about how bold he is.

'Ryu!' You wave your arms in exasperation, torn between scolding him and laughing. 'Please tell me that wasn’t the last batch?!'

'Mmm…' He glances down at the tray, eyes twinkling with mischief. 'There’s four more right here. Two for you, two for me—'

Before he can swipe another, you snatch the tray away, holding it against your chest like a shield. 'Absolutely not.' You huff, placing the tarts safely back on display for the waiting customers."

"Are you two a couple?" One of the girls in line leans forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Uh…no—no, we’re not a couple at all." Your words stretch awkwardly, hands instinctively waving as if that would erase the assumption.

"Oh…" Her expression shifts, and before you can breathe a sigh of relief, she perks up again. "Then could I maybe get his number? He’s super handsome—"

"Super hottie," her friend chimes in, nudging her playfully.

You open your mouth to respond—I… but nothing comes out.

Before you can even process how to react, Ryusei moves first.

"Sorry, but the only one I got eyes on is this babe right here." His voice is smooth, teasing, as he effortlessly drapes an arm around your shoulder. The sudden warmth of his touch freezes you in place, and before you can push him away, he leans in, resting his head against yours with a smug grin

"You—" Your voice catches, words fumbling over themselves as you try to process what’s happening. Was he crazy?!

Before you can push him away, Ryusei leans in further, his nose brushing against your neck.

"She even smells soooo~ sweet." His voice is low, teasing, as he takes an exaggerated inhale, his breath warm against your skin.

Your body tenses instantly, heat rushing to your cheeks. His arms then curl around your waist—you can feel their stares, can hear the way they’re going to gossip about this later."O-Okay, okay— I think they get it, Ryu…" You stammer, hands coming up to weakly shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge, still grinning against your shoulder.

"Mmm, nah, I don’t think they do, buzz." He hums, as if considering something. "Should I make it clearer?"

Your heart stops. Nope. Absolutely not.

You shove him harder this time, face burning. "Ryusei, please!"

Finally, he relents, pulling back with a laugh, hands raised in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I’ll behave— for now." His smirk is positively wicked as he winks at you, completely unbothered by the scene he just caused.

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The crowd unruffled calmly, light still capture pathways, alluring souls and cherries. Many booths and stations gloomed dead, already finished and the food line finally wared down. Now was the time for fireworks, a set of colorful chemicals in the sky, reminding you the stars are alive. And so are you, and everything around, even the plants. Your hearts is the graveyard of memories, it’s what brings us to connect to spirits—this memory ,however, is one that’ll dig the biggest grave yet.

“Ryu?” The pretty pink apron still wrapped around your waist as you peaked out to see your friend all alone. “Did you want to come see the fireworks? They’re about to start very soon.”

“Fireworks are lame, they’re just small explosions really. You should go and hang out with your friends”

“But…you are my friend” His ears perks up at the sound of what he just heard. “If it puts a smile to your pretty face buzz, alright” He sighs softly. A crowd surrounds themselves into the center, the night howls Sakura leaves, whispering ghosts of the dearest. But there stood the pair of you and Ryu. “Here.” You take out a cream blanc tart, handing it to Ryusei. His eyes look up and down and all around at it and you. “For me? Thought you said no eating the customers food”

“Well…when you were being my test taster last week, I didn’t give this one to you yet.”

And like the beast he is, pickled hands, stuff it in his mouth full like a caveman starved of fish. “I still think you taste sweeter.” Ryusei’s lips twist into a smirk as he chews, his expression unreadable under the shifting hues of pink and blue from the fireworks. “You always say that…” you grumble, rolling your eyes at his usual antics.

A boom trembles in the air as another firework erupts, scattering golden light across the dark canvas of the night. The air smells faintly of burnt gunpowder, mixing with the lingering scent of sugar and warm pastries from the booths. Somewhere in the distance, laughter rings out—a couple running past, their hands intertwined, their joy contagious.

Yet, here the two of you stand, slightly apart from the festivities, caught in your own quiet moment but he doesn’t fire back right away. Instead, his eyes linger—longer than usual, softer than usual. His head tilts slightly, like he’s studying you.

“Maybe it’s ‘cause it’s true,” he finally mutters, voice lower now, almost thoughtful.

Your breath catches.

The world around you keeps moving—people gasping at the fireworks, couples leaning into each other, the faint hum of festival music still playing somewhere in the background—but suddenly, none of it matters. Just the warmth of his presence, the flickering lights reflecting off his skin, and the way your heart betrays you by beating just a little too fast.

“I should get back to the booth,” you murmur, a weak excuse to escape whatever this was.

But before you can take a step, Ryusei reaches out—not roughly, not teasingly, but something softer. His pinky hooks around yours for just a second, like a passing breeze, fleeting but impossible to ignore.

“Stay.” His voice lacks its usual mischief.

Just one word. But it holds more weight than you’re prepared for.

And so, you stay.

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Dear diary, reminder to never let Ryusei touch the dough or ever try ‘one’ baking (casoeh atp)

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The fresh air smells more esthetical, your memories more fulfilling every second you spend with Ryusei. For a whole week, your life has been conquered by his presence. His lively, chaotic and thundering energetic aura right towards your small, and mellowing life. One that you promised to remain soft as the clouds fluff and calming as the oceans’ blue tranquil waves. Just that, with a big fluffy dog to protect you, lofty music played by a CD, and ‘Born Yesterday’ chattering on the TV. A life settled in a small bakery, selling the sweetest cookies filled with love, and cupcakes topped with your wilding dreams, and cheesecakes from Wonderland’s specialty. But can you really promise yourself that life now that you met another form of life named Ryusei. Yes, you can, maybe. Right?

“Shidou that’s not how you—”

The air is thick with the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and melted butter, wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. You adore moments like these, its sweet, delicious, and most of therapeutic. However it wasn’t like that today, Shidou’s voice cuts through the warm, cozy ambiance—his playful teasing stark against the quiet atmosphere of concentration.

“Whattt, it looks perfectly fine. A true artist sees every flaws as perfect.” He’s smiling ear to ear as he continues to knead the dough wrongly whilst having the time of his life.

“But if you do it like that it’ll come out in a weird shape Ryusei”

“You’re worrying too much buzz, this is all fun” Shidou takes a glance at your huffy pouty lips, his disobedience has upset you. With a small sigh, he slowly stops mixing and turns to you. “Tell me what to do this, m’ all yours.” Such pretty eyes of yours, doe and only his to see as you flicker your gaze up and down reassuring if he was telling the truth. He’s all yours for sure. “So, you just…focus on your hand motion.” You stand behind him, peeking off to the side for vision as you take hold of his hand and let it follow your movements. His deep tanned skin pressed right up against yours, and there's a smile on his lips—one that seems devilishly, full of mischief. “Got it…?” You’re nervously spit out, worried upon the ideas forming in his unpredictable head. “Oh I got it, buzz. You really know how to make someone kaploosh everywhere.”

You’re muted against his unusual words, you’re not even sure what he means. Clueless and dumb about all the things he manages to say with but it’s never made you stray away from him. And it shouldn’t, he’s become a genuine friend. Beside Lui, you were the definition of loner.

“Okay, now we roll it out evenly,” you say, demonstrating with your own piece. “Not too hard, or it’ll crack.”

Shidou, of course, does the exact opposite.

With way too much force, he slams the rolling pin against the dough, flattening it into a sad, uneven mess. You gasp lightly, eyes widening at the sight of his ruined piece, while he just grins proudly.

“See? Perfect.”

“Ryusei… That’s not—” You stop yourself, pressing your lips together. “That’s… a little too flat.”

“Eh? But it’s still dough, isn’t it? Same taste, same everything.” He winks. “Don’t be such a perfectionist, buzz.”

You puff out your cheeks in slight frustration, poking at the ruined dough with the tip of your finger. “Baking needs patience…” You mumble softly, before gently re-rolling his dough into a ball and handing it back. “Here, just try again. Slowly this time.”

Shidou watches you, something unreadable flickering behind his usual playful gaze. His grin softens just a little, but he takes the dough from your hands without protest. “Alright, alright. For you, I’ll take it slow.”

You don’t catch the way he’s looking at you when you turn back to your own task, but the warmth of his presence lingers a little longer than usual.

A few minutes pass, and you’re focused on getting everything prepared when you suddenly hear a crunch. Your head whips around instantly.

“Shidou, did you just—”

He’s caught red-handed, half a cookie shoved in his mouth before it was even time to bake them. He pauses mid-bite, staring at you with wide, guilt-ridden eyes, before slowly chewing as if that’ll make it less obvious.

“…It’s quality control?” He tries.

You sigh, shoulders dropping in defeat. “That was raw dough…”

He shrugs, unfazed. “Tastes fine to me.”

You huff softly, shaking your head as you turn back to finish the batch. “You’re impossible…”

“But you still keep me around.” He leans slightly closer, voice teasing, but there’s something undeniably fond in the way he says it.

“That’s because you’ve been following me around.” You note and his eyes light up, “You’re right,” he grins, leaning in ever so slightly. “About time you put a leash on me, huh? Make it seem more obvious. Don’t you like doggies?”

“A leash?” You pause, tilting your head in thought. Unfiltered to his sole meaning “Those are for dogs though?”

Before you can fully process the weight of your own words, there’s a sudden warmth near your ear. “Woof” You freeze, heart skipping a beat as the warmth of his breath tickles your skin, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.

Your body stiffens, fingers tightening as you register just how close he’s gotten—too close. Your mind scrambles for a response, but all you manage is a quiet, “R-Ryusei…”

He pulls back slightly, enough for you to see the smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s wrong, buzz? Didn’t think I’d listen to you?”

You turn away swiftly, trying to refocus on the dough in front of you. “I-It’s nothing. Just—just don’t breathe so close to me.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and thoroughly amused. “Didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

A moment of silence passes before he speaks again, his tone surprisingly softer. “So… what’s next?”

You take a slow breath, composing yourself. “I still have re-do the one you were doing.”

“Lemme help.” He takes a piece of dough and immediately rolls it into… something.

You frown, watching his hands. “What is that?”

“A heart,” he says proudly, holding up the misshapen lump like it’s a masterpiece.

You blink, lips pressing together to stifle a giggle. “That looks more like… an alien.”

His grin doesn’t falter. “Hey, art is subjective. If you don’t like it, why don’t you come fix it for me?”

You hesitate but eventually step closer, reaching out to gently reshape the dough in his hands. Your fingers brush against his, a fleeting touch that lingers longer than it should.

For a brief second, you feel his gaze on you—intense, unwavering, something unreadable behind those mischievous magenta eyes.

“There,” you murmur, pulling away. “Now it actually looks like a heart.”

Shidou stares at the cookie, then at you, and a slow, knowing smirk creeps onto his lips.

“Maybe you’re the true artist here, would ya’ like me to be your model? If you know what I mean.”

“We don’t have time for that, we will have to prepare the cupcakes and cheesecakes.”

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: reo mikage x f!reader | contains : fluff, angst, jealousy, academic rivals, fake dating

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WN: emotional talk, friendship lost, no smut (ik the title is supposed to be freaky but no freak)

(erm about 5k words but nothing too serious:p)

Naomi stumbled upon Yuna’s desk the moment the bell rang, her usual nosy, insufferable self on full display. Gorgeous, smart, kind, and, of course, rich—yet somehow, she managed to be as obvious as ever.

“So… Yuna,” she drawled, tilting her head with feigned innocence. “Did Y/N like Reo?”

Yuna barely blinked. “No. Do you like him?”

Naomi let out a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Heh, well…” The girls around them giggled, feet shuffling in anticipation. Everyone knew what was coming next.

“I mean, we practically grew up together and everything,” she continued, voice laced with a sickly sweetness. “But I… I guess I can’t really like him anymore since he has a girlfriend, right?”

Yuna resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Maybe if Naomi got bangs, she’d be a perfect Lila Rossi knockoff.

“I was just curious,” Naomi added, feigning nonchalance. “I didn’t know Y/N had a thing for him at all. It’s so… sudden.”

A dramatic sigh escaped her lips, poisoning the air with artificial sorrow. “I just thought Reo and I had something special,” she murmured, voice trembling just enough to sell the act.

Right on cue, the girls around her swarmed with words of comfort, clinging to her faux distress. Yuna, however, kept her hands to herself.

She knew.

She knew Naomi’s perfect-girl act, her fake sweetness, the way she wove a flawless love story with Reo like it was destiny. She also knew that Naomi was planning something—something that involved you.

Yet, here she was. Being her ‘friend.’

It wasn’t like her at all. But then again, lately, nothing felt real. Not Naomi. Not Reo. Not herself,

not even you. Everything was a lie.

He’s frying your brain, you figured that he was a yapper and such but WOW did you not expect this. Maybe if you just close your eyes—

“Y/n! Are you trying to sleep? I’m still talking to you.”

“Yeah, no, you’re sending extra epic echolocation straight into my ears,” you grumble.

Reo only grins, completely unfazed. “Do you have a favorite chocolate? Or did you like the ones I got you last time? Are you allergic to anything?”

“Peanut butter.”

“Wait—really?”

“I don’t know.”

His brows furrow. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

You groan, turning to the only person who might save you. “Nagi, take your boyfriend or something.”

“eh?…I thought he was your boyfriend,” Nagi mumbles, barely looking up from his phone.

Reo huffs, undeterred. “Come on, why won’t you tell me anything?”

“Because if I do, you’ll buy some overpriced $1000 junk like you did for me and my mom earlier. No more questions, I already answered enough.” You drop your head back down, finally able to close your eyes for a whole second—

“Do you have a favorite animal?”

“Reo.”

“My love, you’re hurting me.” Reo pouts, acting heartbroken

Lifting your head, you meet his gaze, his violet eyes gleaming with curiosity. “What if I get to know more about you instead?”

Reo grins. “Alright. I play the guitar, I play soccer, I speak multiple languages, and—”

“I meant know you. Not the version you project to everyone else.” Your voice lowers slightly. “I hated that version of you anyway.”

He raises a brow, amused. “So… are you saying you don’t hate me anymore?”

“I didn’t say that, Barney.”

An offended scoff escapes Reo’s lips as he clutches his chest dramatically. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Look at you, purple head.” You gesture vaguely at his hair, but the longer you stare at him, the more a strange guilt settles in your chest. It creeps in like thorns growing on the stem of a ripe red rose—unseen at first, but impossible to ignore.

A sigh escapes your lips before you ask, softer this time, “What do you actually like? Not what you show off to others—what do you really like? Or hate? Your friends? Your favorite flowers?”

Reo pauses, tilting his head in thought. Seconds tick by. Thirty. Forty. A whole minute.

Finally, he exhales, a small frown tugging at his lips. “…I don’t know.”

You blink, caught off guard by the quiet admission. But you get it. His whole life has been a performance, shaped by expectations, by a lie he never really chose.

“Well,” you murmur, leaning forward just a bit. “Don’t you like soccer? Tell me about it.”

“Here, first edition by way.” Reo’s delicate hands extend a book toward you. One that you’ve been dying to read but never could find it but there it was. Just another item placed around in the 50,000 book—or maybe more, library in the Mikage house— or whatever that building was. How is that a house?

You hesitantly take hold of the book, you’re still spellbound to see it in person, right in front of your two eyes. A star so bright, and full of glitter yet this time it wasn’t out of your hand’s reach. “Is this the only thing you got me?”

“Did you want more?” Reo’s eye light up

“No. You better not have gotten more.”

The hand tucked behind his back slowly reaches out to expose a small keychain and before he could open his mouth in protest you stop him, “ah- no. Why did you even get that?”

“I just..saw it at the store and it reminded me of you.”

“I told you to stop spending things for me, this relationship isn’t even…real” You say softly, avoiding your gaze as you rub the back of your neck

“Well, yes. But our friendship isn’t right?”

It takes a good moment before youre able to gaze into his eyes and respond “It isn’t”

“Oh— and uh dinner with my parents this Friday.” His subject change wasn’t the thing that surprised, it was the fact that it was tomorrow!

“What— wait you didn’t tell me it was this week, I thought we started the Friday dinners next week!”

A chuckle. Just a nervous childish chuckle paired with a cute smile was all you received from Reo as he shy's away. He knew this would make you angry, you weren’t exactly ready to meet one of the richest families on Earth. “Well… They actually found out before I could tell them and then they just arranged to meet you Friday— or tomorrow I guess”

“Reo! I don’t even know what to wear! Have you seen my wardrobe? It’s not Mikage fancy like”

“I like your wardrobe” His happy little smile paved the way through your stress

“But Reo-” His hand softly brushes through yours in reassurance.

“Y/n, I already arranged everything for you. I’ll pick you up at 6 after school, and if you want I’ll pick something out for you to wear. You just need to sit and look pretty and eat. I’m sure the look pretty part is easy for you though.”

The last sigh allowed you to finally breathe normally, stress out the window as Reo continue to rub the sides of your shoulders and soft knuckles. His touch ever so hazy, a kiss of gentle, and melodic “I have practice today so…” Reo stopped mid-thought, gaze lingered, unreadable. He wanted to kiss your cheek a nice goodbye before heading off but he stilled. “I’ll see you tomorrow” His figure began to fade.

As Reo left, there was no point in staying at school any longer. With a sigh, you picked up your feet and headed toward the gates. The sun dimmed down, hueing it’s lucent colors on your radiant skin. Warm, you felt. Just from the touch of it’s lingering kiss, a gift from the Sun was like a gift from Reo. But the moment passed to soon, now it seemed like the dark night had conquered the sky but it didn’t. It was just Yuna.

She looked at you for moment till she started walking, speeding up to avoid you at all cost. “Wait—” it slipped out of your mouth, you’re desprate, hungry, starving—don’t leave. please

She stopped in her tracks the moment she heard your voice, her head turning back to look at you, but her eyes didn’t carry the same look she use to give you.

“I never really liked Nagi…” You try to reason, you could even break down on your knees, bruise it as it may— please, please forgive me.

“Ok..” The shatter on your heart couldn’t get any worse, you knew how angry she was. But did she know how miserable you are. How wretched of the nothing you are without her?

“Yuna—”

“Why are you dating him? Reo. You barely even talked to him, and Naomi and him are soon to be lovers one day.”

“He’s…gracious and caring”

“Is that just another labyrinth lie”

“What— no no it isn’t”

“You’re all a bunch of liars.” Naomi and her personality? Fake. Your and Reo’s relationship, a facade. Her head look down at her feet, avoiding your heavyhearted gaze. One look into your eyes and she’ll give in.

“I don’t want to talk you anymore” And with that, makes Yuna the biggest liar. She loved to talk to you right now. About how she’s having trouble understanding the math assignment, or the new boy on the streets, the spider she saw in the shower, the haircut she’s been wanting to get, but mostly just talk to you. Be with you. But her body takes control of it’s own and wanders away from the very one she die for.

Arriving home after that was nothing more than depressing, all this time you thought Yuna was avoiding you but it hit you the moment you saw her. You were the one avoiding everything, using Reo as a way to function with Yuna gone, pretending like there weren’t nasty gossip about you and Reo and now you have to meet your fake-boyfriend’s parents. Your life is a mess. You wipe away the small tear dripping down your cheek once you heard the door creak open, your mom entered. Gently setting herself next to you. “Is something wrong?”

“No…well…yeah?”

“Is it about your boyfriend? Is he treating you wrong”

You softly chuckle, her motherly humor filling the room’s warmth. Engulfing you with love

“Kinda. Tomorrow I have to go to dinner with his parents.”

“Oh…yeah… I wanted to talk to you about that.” Your mother grew in a deep breath. “I know that the choices I did in my past wasn’t…necessarily good and it can effect you gravely, but never let anyone talk you down on that. You are the greatest gift I can have.” She kiss you on the head, her hand wraps around yours “He must really like you if he’s willing to face the consequences. You know, when I went to school with his parents, they were such bitches.”

“Mom!”

“I know, I know—one dollar in the cussing jar.” She waves a hand dismissively. “But I meant it. If there’s anything bothering you, you’d tell me, right?”

You nod, offering a small smile as she leaves the room.

But the truth is—he wasn’t the problem at all. If anything, he was the reason you were still here, still happy. The weight in your chest wasn’t because of him. It was because of her.

Yuna.

The mess you made, the way things fell apart between you two—it haunted you. How could you ever forgive yourself for what happened? For the hurt you caused?

After she left, it was like the world lost its color. You spent a week drowning in your own thoughts, sinking deeper into something you couldn’t quite escape. The sky stayed gray no matter how many times you looked up, hoping for a change.

But then, when you lifted your head again, it wasn’t Yuna standing there.

It was Reo.

And for the first time in a long while, the sky didn’t seem so gray.

The next morning you’re greeted with a limo, again. Reo exits the car to say hi, but his great smile was already good enough to fill you with warmth. He almost looked like Yuna in a slight moment. “Y/n! Good morning.” He moves to the side to let you in first but quickly stops you, “Are you sure you can come to school, you look sick.” He starts to worry, hands feeling your forehead for any high temperatures, he’s looking around you if any bones or muscles are sore, or if you’re limping. “It’s okay, I’m not sick.” You reassure him, a small laughter leaves your lips as you see him worried so quickly

”Your eyes are really swollen, are you sure?’ He leaned in more close, more worried. His breath making whole contact on the hair on your skin.

“Uh— yeah you know I just got makeup in my eye so…” You try to excuse yourself and look away, rubbing the back of your neck.

“…Were you crying? Was it because of me? If you don’t want to see my parents today I’ll tell them no.”

“No it’s not that… um lets just get in the car and head to school first.” Before you could slip into the limo, his hand lands on your shoulder

“You can tell me if anything is wrong, you’re my friend y/n”

You sigh with a soft smile “Stop worrying and let’s go. We’re gonna be late”

“Late— Oh shoot we need to hurry!”

“You go ahead Nagi, we’ll meet you.” Unhurried, Reo insists his other duo to go first which was quite obvious to you what his intentions was. His heel quickly turns to face you fully, still carrying that angelic smile. “Soo…” He started off slowly, building, rhyming into your ease, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You both start walking towards the school, students in their uniforms, some messy, some neat, some— are something, pass by as you walk with your ‘boyfriend’ and to your measure girls and boys gather around to admire Reo Mikage and the flowers that following behind him as he walks. “Yeah…—well, I don’t know maybe.” Your breath hitched just for a second before saying her name, it felt impossible to say. It felt like you didn’t deserve to say her name for how horrible you were to her. You did lie to her, and you still are by playing around with the Mikage boy. “I spoke to Yuna yesterday.” Your voice steady, soft, and low. Eyes on the ground, avoidant on everything around you even the pink petals following on your shoulders and the thins between your hair. You couldn’t see but Reo’s attention shifted all upon you, and only you.

“Oh…” Reo softly caresses the side of your shoulder “I know it seems hard…I mean you’re going to meet my parents today, and you’re arguing with Yuna, but you’re never alone. You have your mom, whose nice and always seems like the type to fight for you. And you have….me. So cry or don’t cry, whatever happens from now on. I’m here.” You crane your neck up, embracing all the details of his beauty. He looked more dreamy up close. The soft pads of his thumb caress your dumpling cheek, wiping away your tear. You start to tear up even more, your nose speeding it’s way to breathe. Reo starts to panic, his eyes widen in fear Did I say something wrong?!—Was I too insensitive? Gah, I’m so stupid!

“Y—y/n! Is—is it because of me? I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry—” He quickly hugs you, comforting your head in his chest as you sob. His hand swaying back and forth in the locks of your hair. His touch smooth and caring. His other arm wrapped around you, feeling evermore secure then ever. “I’m sorry…”

Oh, and let’s not forget the crowd. Yeah, they’re still here—watching, wide-eyed, as you and Reo share what might just be the most intimate moment of your life. Their gasps are barely audible, breaths hitched in awe, eyes locked onto the quiet intimacy unfolding in the middle of the field. The world around you feels like it’s slowing down, wrapped in the warmth of his touch, his words, him. And yet, the weight in your chest lingers.

The longest seven minutes of your life. That’s how it felt—wrapped in Reo’s warm embrace, his hand smoothing over your hair as if trying to silence every unspoken fear inside you. Your breath steadies, the tear-stained ache in your chest easing, and yet… he doesn’t let go. Even with the crowd long gone, leaving only the two of you beneath the gentle breeze of the afternoon, he still holds you. "Reo…” Your voice is quiet, but it’s enough to make him straighten, body instantly attentive, as if ready to spring into action at your every word. You hear the nervous gulp in his throat. "Yes?" His response is soft, cautious. You take a breath. "Thank you. Sorry I’ve been a whole mess lately." Reo scoffs playfully, his grip around you not loosening. "It’s no problem," he mumbles, barely above a whisper, like he’s scared his words might make you crumble again. For a moment, there’s only silence—comfortable, but filled with something else. Something unspoken. Then, Reo gently pulls back just enough to see your face, he brushes your hair out of your face and gazes at you a little too long. “Reo” You say softly again

“Hmm?”

“I think the bell rang already”

WN: emotional talk, friendship lost, no smut (ik the title is supposed to be freaky but no freak)

Naomi stumbled upon Yuna’s desk the moment the bell rang, her usual nosy, insufferable self on full display. Gorgeous, smart, kind, and, of course, rich—yet somehow, she managed to be as obvious as ever.

“So… Yuna,” she drawled, tilting her head with feigned innocence. “Did Y/N like Reo?”

Yuna barely blinked. “No. Do you like him?”

Naomi let out a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Heh, well…” The girls around them giggled, feet shuffling in anticipation. Everyone knew what was coming next.

“I mean, we practically grew up together and everything,” she continued, voice laced with a sickly sweetness. “But I… I guess I can’t really like him anymore since he has a girlfriend, right?”

Yuna resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Maybe if Naomi got bangs, she’d be a perfect Lila Rossi knockoff.

“I was just curious,” Naomi added, feigning nonchalance. “I didn’t know Y/N had a thing for him at all. It’s so… sudden.”

A dramatic sigh escaped her lips, poisoning the air with artificial sorrow. “I just thought Reo and I had something special,” she murmured, voice trembling just enough to sell the act.

Right on cue, the girls around her swarmed with words of comfort, clinging to her faux distress. Yuna, however, kept her hands to herself.

She knew.

She knew Naomi’s perfect-girl act, her fake sweetness, the way she wove a flawless love story with Reo like it was destiny. She also knew that Naomi was planning something—something that involved you.

Yet, here she was. Being her ‘friend.’

It wasn’t like her at all. But then again, lately, nothing felt real. Not Naomi. Not Reo. Not herself,

not even you. Everything was a lie.

He’s frying your brain, you figured that he was a yapper and such but WOW did you not expect this. Maybe if you just close your eyes—

“Y/n! Are you trying to sleep? I’m still talking to you.”

“Yeah, no, you’re sending extra epic echolocation straight into my ears,” you grumble.

Reo only grins, completely unfazed. “Do you have a favorite chocolate? Or did you like the ones I got you last time? Are you allergic to anything?”

“Peanut butter.”

“Wait—really?”

“I don’t know.”

His brows furrow. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

You groan, turning to the only person who might save you. “Nagi, take your boyfriend or something.”

“eh?…I thought he was your boyfriend,” Nagi mumbles, barely looking up from his phone.

Reo huffs, undeterred. “Come on, why won’t you tell me anything?”

“Because if I do, you’ll buy some overpriced $1000 junk like you did for me and my mom earlier. No more questions, I already answered enough.” You drop your head back down, finally able to close your eyes for a whole second—

“Do you have a favorite animal?”

“Reo.”

“My love, you’re hurting me.” Reo pouts, acting heartbroken

Lifting your head, you meet his gaze, his violet eyes gleaming with curiosity. “What if I get to know more about you instead?”

Reo grins. “Alright. I play the guitar, I play soccer, I speak multiple languages, and—”

“I meant know you. Not the version you project to everyone else.” Your voice lowers slightly. “I hated that version of you anyway.”

He raises a brow, amused. “So… are you saying you don’t hate me anymore?”

“I didn’t say that, Barney.”

An offended scoff escapes Reo’s lips as he clutches his chest dramatically. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Look at you, purple head.” You gesture vaguely at his hair, but the longer you stare at him, the more a strange guilt settles in your chest. It creeps in like thorns growing on the stem of a ripe red rose—unseen at first, but impossible to ignore.

A sigh escapes your lips before you ask, softer this time, “What do you actually like? Not what you show off to others—what do you really like? Or hate? Your friends? Your favorite flowers?”

Reo pauses, tilting his head in thought. Seconds tick by. Thirty. Forty. A whole minute.

Finally, he exhales, a small frown tugging at his lips. “…I don’t know.”

You blink, caught off guard by the quiet admission. But you get it. His whole life has been a performance, shaped by expectations, by a lie he never really chose.

“Well,” you murmur, leaning forward just a bit. “Don’t you like soccer? Tell me about it.”

“Here, first edition by way.” Reo’s delicate hands extend a book toward you. One that you’ve been dying to read but never could find it but there it was. Just another item placed around in the 50,000 book—or maybe more, library in the Mikage house— or whatever that building was. How is that a house?

You hesitantly take hold of the book, you’re still spellbound to see it in person, right in front of your two eyes. A star so bright, and full of glitter yet this time it wasn’t out of your hand’s reach. “Is this the only thing you got me?”

“Did you want more?” Reo’s eye light up

“No. You better not have gotten more.”

The hand tucked behind his back slowly reaches out to expose a small keychain and before he could open his mouth in protest you stop him, “ah- no. Why did you even get that?”

“I just..saw it at the store and it reminded me of you.”

“I told you to stop spending things for me, this relationship isn’t even…real” You say softly, avoiding your gaze as you rub the back of your neck

“Well, yes. But our friendship isn’t right?”

It takes a good moment before youre able to gaze into his eyes and respond “It isn’t”

“Oh— and uh dinner with my parents this Friday.” His subject change wasn’t the thing that surprised, it was the fact that it was tomorrow!

“What— wait you didn’t tell me it was this week, I thought we started the Friday dinners next week!”

A chuckle. Just a nervous childish chuckle paired with a cute smile was all you received from Reo as he shy's away. He knew this would make you angry, you weren’t exactly ready to meet one of the richest families on Earth. “Well… They actually found out before I could tell them and then they just arranged to meet you Friday— or tomorrow I guess”

“Reo! I don’t even know what to wear! Have you seen my wardrobe? It’s not Mikage fancy like”

“I like your wardrobe” His happy little smile paved the way through your stress

“But Reo-” His hand softly brushes through yours in reassurance.

“Y/n, I already arranged everything for you. I’ll pick you up at 6 after school, and if you want I’ll pick something out for you to wear. You just need to sit and look pretty and eat. I’m sure the look pretty part is easy for you though.”

The last sigh allowed you to finally breathe normally, stress out the window as Reo continue to rub the sides of your shoulders and soft knuckles. His touch ever so hazy, a kiss of gentle, and melodic “I have practice today so…” Reo stopped mid-thought, gaze lingered, unreadable. He wanted to kiss your cheek a nice goodbye before heading off but he stilled. “I’ll see you tomorrow” His figure began to fade.

As Reo left, there was no point in staying at school any longer. With a sigh, you picked up your feet and headed toward the gates. The sun dimmed down, hueing it’s lucent colors on your radiant skin. Warm, you felt. Just from the touch of it’s lingering kiss, a gift from the Sun was like a gift from Reo. But the moment passed to soon, now it seemed like the dark night had conquered the sky but it didn’t. It was just Yuna.

She looked at you for moment till she started walking, speeding up to avoid you at all cost. “Wait—” it slipped out of your mouth, you’re desprate, hungry, starving—don’t leave. please

She stopped in her tracks the moment she heard your voice, her head turning back to look at you, but her eyes didn’t carry the same look she use to give you.

“I never really liked Nagi…” You try to reason, you could even break down on your knees, bruise it as it may— please, please forgive me.

“Ok..” The shatter on your heart couldn’t get any worse, you knew how angry she was. But did she know how miserable you are. How wretched of the nothing you are without her?

“Yuna—”

“Why are you dating him? Reo. You barely even talked to him, and Naomi and him are soon to be lovers one day.”

“He’s…gracious and caring”

“Is that just another labyrinth lie”

“What— no no it isn’t”

“You’re all a bunch of liars.” Naomi and her personality? Fake. Your and Reo’s relationship, a facade. Her head look down at her feet, avoiding your heavyhearted gaze. One look into your eyes and she’ll give in.

“I don’t want to talk you anymore” And with that, makes Yuna the biggest liar. She loved to talk to you right now. About how she’s having trouble understanding the math assignment, or the new boy on the streets, the spider she saw in the shower, the haircut she’s been wanting to get, but mostly just talk to you. Be with you. But her body takes control of it’s own and wanders away from the very one she die for.

Arriving home after that was nothing more than depressing, all this time you thought Yuna was avoiding you but it hit you the moment you saw her. You were the one avoiding everything, using Reo as a way to function with Yuna gone, pretending like there weren’t nasty gossip about you and Reo and now you have to meet your fake-boyfriend’s parents. Your life is a mess. You wipe away the small tear dripping down your cheek once you heard the door creak open, your mom entered. Gently setting herself next to you. “Is something wrong?”

“No…well…yeah?”

“Is it about your boyfriend? Is he treating you wrong”

You softly chuckle, her motherly humor filling the room’s warmth. Engulfing you with love

“Kinda. Tomorrow I have to go to dinner with his parents.”

“Oh…yeah… I wanted to talk to you about that.” Your mother grew in a deep breath. “I know that the choices I did in my past wasn’t…necessarily good and it can effect you gravely, but never let anyone talk you down on that. You are the greatest gift I can have.” She kiss you on the head, her hand wraps around yours “He must really like you if he’s willing to face the consequences. You know, when I went to school with his parents, they were such bitches.”

“Mom!”

“I know, I know—one dollar in the cussing jar.” She waves a hand dismissively. “But I meant it. If there’s anything bothering you, you’d tell me, right?”

You nod, offering a small smile as she leaves the room.

But the truth is—he wasn’t the problem at all. If anything, he was the reason you were still here, still happy. The weight in your chest wasn’t because of him. It was because of her.

Yuna.

The mess you made, the way things fell apart between you two—it haunted you. How could you ever forgive yourself for what happened? For the hurt you caused?

After she left, it was like the world lost its color. You spent a week drowning in your own thoughts, sinking deeper into something you couldn’t quite escape. The sky stayed gray no matter how many times you looked up, hoping for a change.

But then, when you lifted your head again, it wasn’t Yuna standing there.

It was Reo.

And for the first time in a long while, the sky didn’t seem so gray.

The next morning you’re greeted with a limo, again. Reo exits the car to say hi, but his great smile was already good enough to fill you with warmth. He almost looked like Yuna in a slight moment. “Y/n! Good morning.” He moves to the side to let you in first but quickly stops you, “Are you sure you can come to school, you look sick.” He starts to worry, hands feeling your forehead for any high temperatures, he’s looking around you if any bones or muscles are sore, or if you’re limping. “It’s okay, I’m not sick.” You reassure him, a small laughter leaves your lips as you see him worried so quickly

”Your eyes are really swollen, are you sure?’ He leaned in more close, more worried. His breath making whole contact on the hair on your skin.

“Uh— yeah you know I just got makeup in my eye so…” You try to excuse yourself and look away, rubbing the back of your neck.

“…Were you crying? Was it because of me? If you don’t want to see my parents today I’ll tell them no.”

“No it’s not that… um lets just get in the car and head to school first.” Before you could slip into the limo, his hand lands on your shoulder

“You can tell me if anything is wrong, you’re my friend y/n”

You sigh with a soft smile “Stop worrying and let’s go. We’re gonna be late”

“Late— Oh shoot we need to hurry!”

“You go ahead Nagi, we’ll meet you.” Unhurried, Reo insists his other duo to go first which was quite obvious to you what his intentions was. His heel quickly turns to face you fully, still carrying that angelic smile. “Soo…” He started off slowly, building, rhyming into your ease, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You both start walking towards the school, students in their uniforms, some messy, some neat, some— are something, pass by as you walk with your ‘boyfriend’ and to your measure girls and boys gather around to admire Reo Mikage and the flowers that following behind him as he walks. “Yeah…—well, I don’t know maybe.” Your breath hitched just for a second before saying her name, it felt impossible to say. It felt like you didn’t deserve to say her name for how horrible you were to her. You did lie to her, and you still are by playing around with the Mikage boy. “I spoke to Yuna yesterday.” Your voice steady, soft, and low. Eyes on the ground, avoidant on everything around you even the pink petals following on your shoulders and the thins between your hair. You couldn’t see but Reo’s attention shifted all upon you, and only you.

“Oh…” Reo softly caresses the side of your shoulder “I know it seems hard…I mean you’re going to meet my parents today, and you’re arguing with Yuna, but you’re never alone. You have your mom, whose nice and always seems like the type to fight for you. And you have….me. So cry or don’t cry, whatever happens from now on. I’m here.” You crane your neck up, embracing all the details of his beauty. He looked more dreamy up close. The soft pads of his thumb caress your dumpling cheek, wiping away your tear. You start to tear up even more, your nose speeding it’s way to breathe. Reo starts to panic, his eyes widen in fear Did I say something wrong?!—Was I too insensitive? Gah, I’m so stupid!

“Y—y/n! Is—is it because of me? I’m so stupid, I’m so sorry—” He quickly hugs you, comforting your head in his chest as you sob. His hand swaying back and forth in the locks of your hair. His touch smooth and caring. His other arm wrapped around you, feeling evermore secure then ever. “I’m sorry…”

Oh, and let’s not forget the crowd. Yeah, they’re still here—watching, wide-eyed, as you and Reo share what might just be the most intimate moment of your life. Their gasps are barely audible, breaths hitched in awe, eyes locked onto the quiet intimacy unfolding in the middle of the field. The world around you feels like it’s slowing down, wrapped in the warmth of his touch, his words, him. And yet, the weight in your chest lingers.

The longest seven minutes of your life. That’s how it felt—wrapped in Reo’s warm embrace, his hand smoothing over your hair as if trying to silence every unspoken fear inside you. Your breath steadies, the tear-stained ache in your chest easing, and yet… he doesn’t let go. Even with the crowd long gone, leaving only the two of you beneath the gentle breeze of the afternoon, he still holds you. "Reo…” Your voice is quiet, but it’s enough to make him straighten, body instantly attentive, as if ready to spring into action at your every word. You hear the nervous gulp in his throat. "Yes?" His response is soft, cautious. You take a breath. "Thank you. Sorry I’ve been a whole mess lately." Reo scoffs playfully, his grip around you not loosening. "It’s no problem," he mumbles, barely above a whisper, like he’s scared his words might make you crumble again. For a moment, there’s only silence—comfortable, but filled with something else. Something unspoken. Then, Reo gently pulls back just enough to see your face, he brushes your hair out of your face and gazes at you a little too long. “Reo” You say softly again

“Hmm?”

“I think the bell rang already”

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dear diary, or dear ryusei you better not steal my little sister away from me!

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Oh spring— what’s more better than spring where the crops grow fresh, the vegetables are anew, and every aisle of fruit are overflowing with sparkling ripe juice. A season of wonderland for bakers. And your sweet little sister, smily ol’ Summer, a sunshine of joy just as happy as a vibrant red apple ready to set off in the supermarket. Her little hand in yours slips away as she dashes towards the strawberry section “Summer— don’t go off without me!” You pick up your feet, catching up to her as her eyes were honeyed to the lush strawberries in front of her. “Y/n please oh please!— you said you’d make the strawberry cake”

“Yes Summer but it’s only for the Spring festival remember?”

“….mm..so none for me…” She pouts and crosses her arm, turning away her head from you. Full of moody childish anger

“Oh baby sister, there will always be some for you okay?” Her one eye peaks at you, looking for the truth all over your face then like the balloon she is, surprises and all, made of fairy dust and possom she jumps at you with a lunging hug

“Okay! But you have to promise” she extended out her pinky, curled as it waits to be intertwined by yours. You fall along with her childish habit and kneel down to link your pinky to hers and she smiles brightly, pearly teeth showing with one tooth missing whom you told that would be collected by the tooth fairy.

With your basket growing heavier, you scan the shelves. One by one, you grab flour, many strawberries, packets of matcha tea, bags of milk and white chocolate and—

“Ryusei?…”

“Oho? Shopping for the spring festival buzz?” The most lushish smile formed on his face as he greeted you. “Whose that y/n?…” Summer looks up at you, slightly tugging at your shirt for answers

“He’s a…friend” you lightly tread on your words, almost calling him out as classmate. What's even more bizarre is that you didn't even recognize him at first for his soft meadow hair was down. You slightly blush, he’s good-looking. Everyone knows. But when he looks at you like that—head tilted, lips curled into that infuriating smirk—you forget how to function

“It’s Summer, not chipmunk, you eyeliner freak,” your little sister snaps back, unfazed.

Shidou chuckles at her bluntness.

You clear your throat, desperate to ground yourself. “Um… what are you doing here?” You curse how unsteady your voice sounds. How can he be anymore hot?

“Shopping.”

“Right. Of course.” Obviously.

He tilts his head slightly, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “Mind if I shop with you, Buzz?” Then, his gaze lowers to your five-year-old sister. “And you too.”

“Yes—yes, of course.”

Shidou hums, clearly amused. “You sound a little nervous. Is it because of me?” His voice dips just enough to make your pulse stutter.

“What—? No,” you stammer, nearly stepping back. “It’s just… I’ve never seen you with your hair down before.” You quickly avert your gaze, pretending to be deeply interested in whatever’s on the shelf in front of you. Before you can protest, Shidou plucks the basket from your hands like it’s his job. His fingers brush against yours, warm and confident, and for some reason, your brain forgets how to process basic motor skills

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

He ignores your protest, casually dropping a pack of cookies into the basket.

“Ah—wait, that’s my…basket,” you huff, narrowing your eyes. “And I’m already baking cookies later.”

His ears perk up at that, a spark of interest flashing in his eyes. “You are?”

You nod firmly, knowing full well your baking skills are unmatched.

Without hesitation, he places the store-bought cookies back on the shelf. “Well then, we better hurry, I’m ready to taste your cookie too.”

Your eyebrow twitches. Without thinking, you take a step in front of Summer, instinctively shielding her as if you were protecting her from the boogie man (which, in a way, you were).

Shidou chuckles at your reaction. “Relax. I was kidding.” A beat passes before he smirks. “Maybe.”

Despite your initial wariness, it doesn’t take long for Summer to warm up to him. To your horror, she actually seems to like him—laughing at his dumb jokes, smiling up at him like they’ve known each other for years. And now, the three of you move through the store like a mismatched little trio, gathering ingredients for your upcoming spring festivities. Moreover and after, Shidou held most of the grocery bags. You’ve heard plenty of rumors about him—rude, childish, ungentlemanly—but right now, he’s proving to be the exact opposite. Or so you hope.

As you approach your home, Summer tugs at your sleeve, her hands clasped together as she sways side to side.

“Y/n, Y/n! Can Shidou stay over for a bit…” Summer intertwines his hands together, pleading with puppy eyes as she sways.

“Uh… I don’t know,” you hesitate. “What if he’s busy?”

Summer immediately points at him. “Look—he’s not.”

You glance over and—sure enough—Shidou is absentmindedly picking at his ear, completely unbothered by the conversation. Noticing your stare, he flashes you a lazy grin.

You exhale. Come on, Y/n, you can do this.

“…Ryusei?” you start, shifting on your feet. “Would you like to stay for a bit?”

His grin widens. “Thought you’d never ask.”

There’s a boy. In my house. Right now. No, not just any boy. It’s Shidou Ryusei. Ryusei. The one whose just bad, bad, bad, bad—

“So this is where you live huh?” Without a second to waste, his eyes takes inspections of every so thing in your house. The pretty pink to yellow and white flowers in the clear glass vase, the wooden pillar upholding the house, and even the coffee table. Suddenly, before anymore inspections, Summer takes ahold of his hand. Only grasping a few fingers of his manly hand and setting off to the living room to play. “Shidou shidou! Look at what I drew.”

As they set off, lost in their own little world of fun, you retreat to the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and tying an apron securely around your waist. With a deep breath, you take in the array of ingredients before you—flour, sugar, fresh fruit, and rich chocolate—all waiting to be transformed into something delightful.

Alright, you think, time to get to work.

Your hands move with practiced ease, measuring, mixing, and kneading, fully immersing yourself in the comforting rhythm of baking. The kitchen hums with warmth, the air soon filling with the sweet, inviting aroma of something truly special.

Humming softly, you carefully slice a small piece of strawberry melody cake and place it on a plate for Summer, watching as her eyes sparkle with excitement. She takes it eagerly, already completely charmed by your unexpected guest—and, unsurprisingly, he seems just as amused by her.

Shidou tilts his head, watching you with a lopsided grin. “None for me?” His voice carries an easy playfulness, but there’s something almost expectant in his gaze. “I’ve been looking forward to trying your baking, y’know.”

You blink at him, momentarily caught off guard by how effortlessly he says things like that. Does he even think before speaking? With a quiet sigh, you cut another slice—a little bigger this time—and slide it toward him.

With a soft awkward smile you place down his plate.

He eagerly picks it up, inspecting the cake with exaggerated appreciation before glancing back at you. “Looks amazing. But…” He leans in just slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I bet it’d taste even better if you fed me.”

You freeze, fingers tightening against the your shirt. Feed..him?

“…W-what? Why?”

Shidou’s grin widens, completely unashamed. “What? You do it for Summer.”

“That’s different!”

“My hands are full, Buzz. Pretty please?”

You glance at his hands—one resting idly on the table, the other twirling a pencil between his fingers. Your brow twitches. “Its a pencil.”

Summer, ever the voice of reason, tilts her head. “Just put the pencils down and eat.”

“See?” You gesture toward her, relieved to have backup. “Exactly what Summer said.”

Shidou sighs dramatically, clutching his chest. “Ouch. And here I thought you’d be nice to me.”

“You’re perfectly capable of feeding yourself Ryusei”

“What if I start crying?”

“…You can cry?”

“Of course.” His expression shifts into an exaggerated pout. “But maybe… just maybe… I wouldn’t have to if you gave in. Pretty please? I promise to be an extra good boy for you.”

“Ok-ok fine…” He was so embarrassing you, with his erotic words and smooth sexy tone. Not to mention how fine he was with his hair down. Hair gel was an enemy to you. You take the fork and delicately place the cake into his mouth, once then twice.

Shidou hums in delight as he chews, closing his eyes like he’s experiencing something divine. “Damn, Buzz… you’re spoiling me.”

“Is that enough?” You say nervously “I’m sure you can feed yourself now”

“Aww, but it tastes better when you feed me,” he teases, and summer giggles beside him, clearly entertained. “You’re so weird.” Summer comments

Shidou gasps, placing a hand over his heart in fake offense. “Weird? Me? No way, I’m just a simple guy who enjoys the finer things in life.” He gestures toward the cake. “Like this masterpiece.”

He only smirks, taking another bite—this time on his own. But the mischief in his eyes tells you he’s far from done teasing you. He continued to chowed down on your recipe and was left with a makeup of cake mess around his lips. Leaving Summer with a cheeky smile and a giggle as she looked at the smeared art painting across his face. “What’s so funny kid?”

Her giggle only grows more contagious “You’re such a messy eater! you have cake all over here” She points at herself as a demonstration while laughing like a mad man

“Mm right here?”

“No here!”

“Oh here?”

“Noo”

You softly swipe away the remaining cake on his lip, your thumb brushing against his soft lips— just now could you really smell him. Did he always smell this good? Maybe it’s his shampoo. The world around you fades, the distant laughter of Summer barely registering as you catch the faint scent of him—warm, clean, and something else entirely intoxicating. The air between you stills, your breath hitching as you murmur, almost absentmindedly, “It’s right here…”

Just then, snapping out of your thought, you heard a small girl’s gasp looking over to Summer as her hand covered her mouth with smiley eyes peaking at you. “I’m gonna tell mommy you have a boyfriend and he came over!”

“W-what! No Summer he’s not my—”

“I’m gonna tell daddy too!”

“You’re the one who begged him to stay over!” you protest, flustered.

Meanwhile, Shidou leans back, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with barely concealed amusement. “Damn, Buzz, already introducing me to the family? Didn’t know we were that serious.”

“It’s not like that!” Your face heats up, and judging by his smug grin, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

But before you can argue, Summer bolts.

“SUMMER—!” You immediately lunge forward, but she’s already dashing out of the kitchen, giggling wildly as her tiny feet patter against the floor carrying your phone.

“Summer do not call our parents!”

You take off after her, weaving through the living room as she squeals in delight, dodging around furniture like an expert escape artist. Just when you think you’ve got her cornered by the couch, she slips past you, cackling like a tiny evil mastermind. To your horror, Ryusei steps in with that damn smug grin. Before you can react, he hoists Summer over his shoulder like she’s weightless, spinning in place as she shrieks with laughter.

“Ryusei..what are you doing?”

“Protecting my ally.” He smirks, spinning in place while Summer shrieks with laughter.

“You traitor!” you huff, stomping toward them. But before you can reach them, he takes a step back, teasingly holding Summer just out of your grasp.

“You gonna work for it, Buzz?” he taunts, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Your brows twitch. Oh, it’s on.

Without warning, you lunge straight for him, catching him off guard as you grab onto Summer’s waist, pulling her toward you. The sudden shift in weight makes Shidou stumble slightly, and for a brief moment, the three of you are tangled in an awkward, chaotic mess—until you all crash onto the couch in a fit of laughter.

Summer clings to your arm, breathless from giggling, while Shidou, still sprawled out, shoots you a lopsided grin. “Gotta admit, that was kinda fun.”

“You suck,” you mutter, trying to catch your breath.

“Nah,” he counters smoothly, “I think you just like playing with me.”

Your face burns, but before you can argue, Summer—oblivious to your embarrassment—cheers, “Let’s play again!”

“No, you’re going to give me back my phone.”

“No!”

“Why not?” You grumble, breathlessly tired

“Because you’ll make Shidou go away…”

“I will if you don’t give me back my phone.”

Hesitantly, she hands out the rectangle object to you. Slowly inching it towards you, “You promise?”

With an exhausted sigh, you reply “yes, I promise.” And again, link your pinky to her little one. Then another one joined in, more bigger, manly, Ryusei's

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Dear Diary, im severely thinking about how this spring is blossoming with surprises. My bakery life might come a little sooner than i thought, thanks i guess ryusei And the milk boxes are delicious

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You really can’t shake the feeling off, his whole vibe, his look, and smile, blonde to pinkish hair, striking eyeliner makeup- which is confidently much better than yours for some reason. Now some may confuse this with ‘love’ but you swear to your cherry pink heart, it isn’t. It’s something else, right? Right. Because right now, you glare him down, he’s took custom of the place where you wished you carved your name into so you wouldn’t be all the way in the back of the class. Pain of hearing the teacher in the front, blurry across the room of the board. He’s just messing around, not paying attention unlike you, you would’ve written down notes that could battle Napoleon's army.

Suddenly, his chair scraped against the floor as he stood, striding over to your desk with a casual air that somehow felt calculated. Without a word, he placed another milk box in front of you, his fingers lingering just a second too long.

“For you, buzz,” he said in a tone so low and smooth it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. The playful nickname rolled off his tongue like a private joke only he understood. But you understood it. Your eyes flicked up to meet his for the briefest moment, but his intense gaze pinned you down. You dropped your eyes immediately, lips parting to say something—anything—but no words came out.

Shidou tilted his head slightly, a curious, almost amused expression crossing his face. He looked as though he were inspecting you, searching for some hidden detail, his sharp pink eyes narrowing slightly. “Hmm… You didn’t even finish the last one I gave you.”

His voice carried a subtle edge, teasing but not quite annoyed.

You fidget under his scrutiny, the weight of his presence making your pulse race. “You can take them back if you want…” you mumbled, trying to sound indifferent but knowing you failed miserably.

“But they’re all for you”

“Why?” you blurted out, immediately wishing you hadn’t.

“Figure it out.” His smirk was maddeningly cryptic, his tone a playful challenge as he pushed himself upright and returned to his seat.

Just then, the teacher walked in, silencing the chatter in the room. Her gaze zeroed in on Shidou immediately, sharp and accusing. “You’re not late anymore, Shidou,” she remarked, her voice tinged with exasperation.

“Really?” Shidou mumbled, the sarcastic bite in his words sparking quiet laughter across the room.

The teacher huffed, clearly deciding it wasn’t worth the battle, and began her lecture instead. You let out a quiet breath of relief, thankful for the distraction. But just as you started to focus on the lesson, you caught it—a subtle movement in the corner of your vision.

Shidou’s head turned ever so slightly, his eyes flicking back to you with a look that sent your heart into what you could call terror. Or maybe it’s just your mind filled with curiosity, or both because why now, is he just happening to talk to someone like you?

Thanks to the bright skies, the bell’s lousy ring signals the start of lunch. You couldn’t handle another lecture—your brain already fried from endless notes and scribbles. Rushing over to Lui, you clutch the small bento you had prepared last night, packed with enough to share—a friendly thought meant just for her. The moment she spots it, her eyes sparkle like diamonds, reflecting every bit of excitement at the neatly arranged meal in your hands.

Settling into a secluded spot in the cafeteria, both of your stomachs rumble in anticipation, practically begging for food. Just as you’re about to dig in, you can’t help but notice a lingering gaze fixed right on you…

“I really think he might like you” Lui began “I mean he’s been trying to talk to you ever since you switched seats with him”

“Following me and giving me milk boxes is oddly unusual though, put a letter in my locker or something..” You sigh heavily, chewing away your thoughts with the food placed in front of you. Shoving you hand in your bag, you felt the string on your heart drop as you couldn’t feel a single inch of your water bottle anywhere. You took a look inside and it was gone! Disappeared, no where, at least not in your bag.

“Did you forget something?” Lui’s stuffed squirrel cheeks jiggle as she spoke

“I just…forgot my water bottle-” A sudden thud lifts up your shoulders up in surprise, a simple milk box extended out for you, your third one now. Slowly, inching up your eyes, and to your surprise the shadow looming over you is none other than Shidou Ryusei, again. “Now you have three—unless you secretly drank one or two?” he smirks

“I didn’t” you reply swiftly, “Why are you following me?”

“So bold and straightforward. I like it” He began “What, am I not allowed to?”

“That doesn’t answer my question”

“Dunno, something about you just gets my cells all excited, buzz.” There he goes with that name again; you and Lui exchange a look of mutual disbelief, a questionable form of words which you wouldn’t dear to imagine. What kind of reasoning was that? “Look Shidou I don’t really know what you’re trying to do but-”

“I want to be friends with you” Without hesitation, he tucks his feet under the table and sits in front of you.

“Uh- friends?” Lui shoots you a confused glance.

“Why didn’t you say that from the beginning”

“Well I just said it” his shoulder lumps up as a shrug, “and I’d like if you could call me Ryusei”

“Shidou…”

“Ryusei.”

“Uhm- yes Ryusei… I”

““Yep. Oh, that looks good—can I have some?” He effortlessly shifts the conversation, already eyeing your freshly packed bento of food. “What-” His fingers already made it’s move before you could even answer, not that you knew what to say in the first place; acting as if you two were already friends, “Do you notice anything different?” and he’s so random “No- I don’t think so?” Staring down at his tan features, you couldn’t partially notice anything ‘different’ “Your hair?” You take a guess “That hurts me a lot buzz, I touched up my makeup real well jus’ for you” The pouty lips, droopy eyes eat you away, what a baby

“O-oh your eyeliner yes- it seems more defined. Right Lui?” She kicks your feet, nudging you as payback for bringing her more into this situation “Uh-huh, sure, totally noticed that before he mentioned it.”

“Bingo” Shidou shoots you a wink, and to his fortune you accepted the multiple milk boxes he gifted you. What’s the worth if you never try? You take the milk placed beyond you and poke the straw into the hole, gracefully grazing your soft lips onto the tip and sip. Clearing up the desert dryness in your throat.

Outrageous really, returning after lunch—this was never the situation you thought you would ever be in. At first you thought his presence would annoy you entirely but walking back to class; side by side with him, didn’t really bother you much. Lui had left you two to be alone, excusing herself because she had some work to do with the festival. Hopefully this would be a good chance to talk about what being friends is like with Shidou.

“Shi- Ryusei, why exactly do you want to be friends with me?” Your footsteps are the only two heard while walking down the hall back the class

“You’re pretty cell exploding” (You’re pretty (and) cool)

“Oh, thanks I guess.” Now is your chance! Run away from the inevitable Shidou Ryusei before he keeps you with his claws. Or maybe that's what any other person would think of in this moment, he was quite extraordinary—yes, not weird, but extremely extraordinary in your head. Despite the somewhat weird comments thrown at you.

“Did you even have lunch? I didn’t see you eating much”

“I had a bite of your food,” You tilt your head in confusion; was that all he really ate? “Quite tasty,” he comments, ever so casual and smooth. Little did he know, it may or may have not just made your heart giggle with a wide ear to ear smile, with colorful so butterflies and daisy fresh flowers, exploding in your heart just by the sheer compliment, beside Lui, no has ever complicated your marvelous cooking. But in reality, you kept a rather straight face, and a slight red blush on the tip of your ears, something that Shidou took quick notice of and said nothing but a subtle chuckle.

“I’m…glad you liked it.” Is that really all you can say? Oh you wanted to say more, maybe even offer him an everyday lunch so he’s healthy and full. Wished for a star to grant more than a miracle can strive for.

“Mhm, hey think you can hook me up with some more of your food?” Or maybe you don’t need a wish, or a miracle, maybe you just needed Ryusei.

“You’d want that?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

As you two walk into back to class, your classmates and their spirts as hopeful as this spring festival was a wavering welcome. The class president, who took great notice of your late attendance and immediately opened his mouth to lecture you two. Your ears could bleed any moment, “Shidou, I expected you to be late but not you, Y/n” He extended out the syllabus of your name like a warning ringing in your ear. “Sorry I-”

“Blah, blah, blah. So what?” Shidou cuts in, unbothered as ever. “We’re the ones who’ll be doing most of the work anyway.”

The class president narrows his eyes. “And exactly what work would that be?”

“Uh, the baking, obviously.”

“Ahem… right.” With a sigh, he turns to you instead. “Y/N, could you put together a menu of what you’ll be baking? We have other classmates working on the design and setup.”

“Of course, I can start on it now.”

As you sit down, Shidou follows along like a dog on a leash, sitting in front of you. “wha’cha thinking of making?”

“Lui really liked my red velvet with white chocolate chips cookies, so that’s one. And…a blueberry tart, some cake of course with a hint of my own recipe and design.” You could yap forever about the recipes you made and would love to try. Make the jaws yawn till they couldn’t keep their eyes open anymore. “Do you know how to make cream puffs?” Shidou fiddles with one your pencils, “They’re pretty easy yeah…you like them?” The spinning pencil between his hands stops and he locks eye contacts with you “Would you make them for me pretty please?” He leans in closer to you, nose touching, tickling, shivering against each other. He’s begging for a little more, inching for even a kiss on your soft cheeks but he didn’t want to make you anymore the shy gal you are so he left his intimacy at that. For now.

Despite the sudden closeness, you don’t flinch. His eyes darken, black pupils expanding, dilating, his amorous gaze lingering on your lips before flicking back up. You swear you hear his breath hitch, just slightly.

“And some yukhoe too please, my favorite.” He began to fiddle with your pencil once more, backing away from you—the lead lightly tracing on the surface of his sketchbook

“I suppose if you like it that much but doesn’t it seem a bit…weird for the festival”

“Just make them for me, and me alone”

“Isn’t it…raw?”

“Raw is always better, don’t cha’ think so?”

You sigh at his utter mindset, nonetheless would it ever bother you though. You made a new friend.

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Dear diary, My greatest secret is out. I’m ever more stressed. I can’t get this thing- or i guess someone off my mind, and i’m embarrassed to say why. What do I even do with this milk box?

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“What is worse?” Shidou asks, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Um… peanut butter?” you blurt out nervously, your voice cracking ever so slightly.

“You don’t like peanut butter?” Lui turns to you, looking genuinely offended.

“I thought you knew—” you begin to defend yourself, but Shidou cuts in.

“Well, let me know if you need anything. Thanks for the seat. I’ll give you another place to sit if you want?”

Your brows furrow in confusion. “What does that even mean?”

Before you can decipher his cryptic offer, Shidou leans over the table. You freeze as he leans closer—too close—and sniffs the air around you.

Sniff, sniff

“What… are you doing?” you ask, panic seeping into your voice.

He sits back with a grin that borders on unsettling. “You smell nice. It makes my cells buzz.” His eyes narrow slightly, as though he’s pondering something deeply. “Can I call you that? Buzz?”

You blink at him, speechless. Buzz? What is even happening right now? “See you later, buzz” Even with Shidou leaving, it’s like a ghost, his presence, and aura kissing whispers to you. Between the two of you and Lui, silence is the only thing filling the air. You’re both not shocked but genuinely confused by the current events, what more can a person leave an effect on than him?

“I think he’s into you.” Lui starts

“Don’t even start” you say, still confused by what happened

Finishing up your meal, a milk box was still accompanying you. You haven’t even opened it, not a sip or a lick. Should you accept such a gift from Shidou Ryusei?

“You gonna drink that?” Lui breaks in

“I don’t know, maybe”

“Maybe? Its from Shidou Ryusei. What if it’s not milk?” Lui’s face rusted up a scrunched nose and agitated eyebrows

“What does that mean? You mean he laced it or something?”

“Ehh…something like that?” Lui says awkwardly. Could she really be referring to…no..

“Ew! Lui stop that”

“I’m just saying! I heard he does weird activities in the men’s bathroom.”

“Oh like what?”

“Stuff, he’s basically a bad boy, troublemaker, and a weirdo.”

“Well I know about that. Everyone basically does”

Another step and you're taken back the classroom, wide whispers chipped in your ear as you waited so neat and patient for the teacher. So loud the gossips, however you, quite the opposite. Finding Lui was a rarity you thought would never happened. In this lousy area, you’re rather idle compared to the rest, so is Lui. You took your talents on baking, you loved the idea of putting something in the oven to come out ever so tasty. You might believe that’s the only reason why Lui ever befriended you. The treats were to die for.

In her mean red glasses, the teacher arrives bringing forth her energy to share with the rest of the class. Settling away the chippering birds, she takes a mean glare across the room, scanning, searching, traveling those eyes behind the glasses for a certain someone whom anyone can guess straight on. Shidou Ryusei, sitting right at his seat perfectly. It was rather ominous to see him in class never late, skipping till the bell rings to head home, or bickering till the sun hides behind a mountain. “First time you aren’t late. Is this spring blossoming a new leaf for you?”

“You could say that teach” His response sluggish, practically pushed his ears a whole other away, eyes centered no where on the board. You watch as his back is leaned, elbows rested by, and if you’re crazy you’d noticed a small twitch- a muscle tense move from his back. But no, it wasn’t, in a small second his back, along with his head is turned directly towards you. The immediate eye contact frightened you, shivering butterflies down your spine than your stomach and you rush up looking down on your notes with a pencil ready in your hand as if you weren’t just looking at his blonde to pink hair and unprofessional uniform attire. With a curiosity firing in you, you couldn’t help but take a another peek and he hasn’t looked away. This time you don’t embarrassingly look away because he sends you a little wave fancying you with a charming smile as well.

You couldn’t help but look up and then away, well who wouldn’t? Maybe he’s waving someone behind you? You look behind, and you know you’re answer, he’s looking at no one- but you.

How anymore could you be awkward, you didn’t even wave back. Too shy as you chose to focus only on your notes which held only doodles than the lecture required. You should be a good student, smart, and quiet. Writing each letter to the next or the number. Then study all day after, but there’s just one thing preoccupying your mind than the usual test next Tuesday. Shidou Ryusei

As the day rises to an end, the teacher announces her words before leaving

”Oh- and with the school spring festival coming up, it is your duty, as a class, to plan something creative that’ll contribute to the atmosphere. Good luck, and head home safe.”

A cheer amongst with the class, a rumble of brightness filled the air and the whole class is already thrilled in planning to what’s next. The class representatives took quick action to settle down the overjoyed. “Does anyone have any ideas what we should do as a class?”

“We can do a play about Romeo and Juliet, it’ll be so romantic like spring!”

“No no, we should do something with art!”

“What about a small bakery?”

An intriguing suggestion took favor, but left with plot holes of questions

“A small bakery? not bad…But who here knows how to bake?” The silence voiced louder than a clean whisper. All heads looked around waiting for ‘me!’ but no one answered. Not even you.

“Y/n does!” Lui chimes in vastly, breaking away the silence. And you widen your eyes at her till you really open your eyes you noticed every head is turned to you with an excitement. “Y/n? Is that right?”

“Yes! She’s literally a baking goddess, she just never shows it around.”

“W-what nonsense…No I don’t” You shy away, gulping down your dry throat, Lui confirmation only makes you more nervous.

“I can also confirm that” The voice catches you off ground, not expecting anyone to say that. Maybe Lui, but this was a male’s voice. Deep and luxurious, so you search around for the voice to realize it came from Shidou.

“Well if you don’t mind Y/n, your talents could be put to great use. And we’ll all help”

“Oh even better some of us could be like super cute waitresses! and waiters too!”

“That’s a good idea, Y/n?”

You blink once, twice, three times. All of this was going too fast, Lui revealing your talent, Shidou, everything.

“Uh-yes good idea..”

The whole class is back in cheer, took over by joy and vibrant cherry blossom. Claps echoed to your ears, and Lui is already by your side also excited. “Oh y/n, this’ll be fun!” But you couldn’t yet take in this joy and vibrant cherry blossoms. Not yet, you’re still trying to take this all in because right now you’re still preoccupied by something on your mind, Shidou.

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With a good sniff, the inhalation gifted you great pleasure. The well-cooked food settled down on the table was nothing but a present wrapped with a bow just right for your tummy. The soft clatter of dishes echoes through the dining room as your mom gracefully places steaming plates of food onto the table, the rich aroma of her cooking filling the air. Reo, his eager eyes sparkling like a puppy's, sits obediently by your side, his hands folded neatly in his lap. A warm smile spreads across his face as he watches your mom showcase her culinary talents, her precise movements a testament to years of practice and love.

“Is this what you have every dinner?” Reo turns to you

“If I don’t take naps”

A chuckle gracefully leaves his lip which only get glossier. Finally accomplished with tonight’s dinner, your mom sits down immediately picking up utensils as if her stomach rumbled with thunders and both you and Reo followed along with her.

“So, what do you do nowadays, Mikage?” your mom asks politely, her hands busy arranging utensils on the table.

Reo’s lips twitch upward into a charming smile, but he quickly waves a hand in the air, his tone light and friendly. “Oh, please, no need for formalities. Call me Reo,” he insists, leaning forward slightly in his seat. “but I’ve really been focusing on soccer.” There’s a brief pause where his smile deepens, and you catch the flicker of genuine pride beneath his usual confidence. Reo’s voice spikes with a glitter of excitement, perhaps his passion towards soccer has been his highest of satisfaction or maybe it was his bromance with Nagi. “I couldn’t have done it without my great friend Nagi.”

Your mom hums in approval, her gaze flicking briefly to you before returning to Reo. “Soccer, huh? That must take a lot of dedication. It’s wonderful that you’ve found such a strong connection with your teammates.”

Reo nods eagerly, his excitement undiminished. “It’s not just dedication, really. It’s… I don’t know, it feels like it’s my purpose. And with Nagi, well,” he chuckles softly, “it’s like having someone who always understands what I’m aiming for, no matter how crazy it seems.”

“How romantic,” you comment dryly, breaking the thoughtful silence as you spear a piece of food with your fork and pop it into your mouth. Your tone carries the faintest edge of sarcasm, but it’s softened by the amused smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Your mom chuckles softly at the interaction, shaking her head as she arranges more food on the table. “It’s wonderful to see such passion in young people. You don’t see bonds like that every day,” she says, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

“Right?” Reo agrees, flashing a grateful smile at your mom before shooting you a playful look, as if daring you to make another comment.

Before you can respond, your mom’s voice cuts through the moment, light yet curious. “Where’s Yuna nowadays?”

The name alone sends a jolt through you, freezing you in place like ice water running through your veins. Your hand stiffens around your fork, the lump rising in your throat making it impossible to speak. How could you answer that? Lie to your mom? No, you’d never do that—never could.

“She’s, um…” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. “She’s busy nowadays.” The words leave your mouth dry and flat, as if scraped together from fragments of an incomplete sentence.

The room feels heavier now, as if unseen storm clouds had gathered overhead. The once-warm atmosphere shifts to a quiet tension, your mom’s cheerful hum faltering for just a moment. Maybe you should say more, something convincing to ease her concern, but the words won’t come. They stick in your throat like stones, immovable.

Reo, however, doesn’t let the silence linger. “I heard she’s been having lots of family over!” he interjects, his tone effortlessly light and cheerful, like sunshine piercing through heavy clouds.

Your eyes snap to him in surprise, and for a moment, he meets your gaze with a knowing look—one that speaks of silent understanding and an unspoken promise to have your back. The gloom that had settled over the table begins to lift, the tension easing as your mom’s expression softens.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” she says, the smile returning to her face as she continues setting the table.

Reo flashes you a small, reassuring smile before turning back to your mom, smoothly steering the conversation away from the subject that had you reeling. He use to make your stomach turn upside down, a vomit form in your throat, and his smile always felt deceiving but he’s never felt more beautiful.

“Thank you for having me,” Reo says warmly, his signature smile lighting up his face as you walk him out to the gates.

“If you hadn’t come over, we’d would’ve had some leftover pork,” you grumble, stuffing your hands into your pockets to fend off the chill of the evening.

Reo chuckles, the sound soft and easy. “Oh—here,” he says, abruptly stopping to pull something from his bag. He holds out two neatly wrapped boxes, their sleek design and embossed logos practically screaming luxury. It’s so obviously Reo, and you can’t help but raise a brow as you take them from his hands with deliberate care.

“What’s this? And more importantly, how much were these?” you ask, your tone laced with suspicion as you tilt the boxes slightly, their weight surprising you.

Reo grins mischievously, his violet eyes gleaming under the streetlights. “It’s a secret,” he says with a wink, his playful tone only making your irritation rise.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you untie the elegant ribbon on one box and carefully lift the lid. Inside, nestled against a cushion of soft velvet, is a black necklace. The pendant—a sleek tooth design wrapped in a dragon’s claw—shimmers faintly, its craftsmanship intricate and unmistakably expensive.

Opening the second box, you find an identical necklace, except this one is white, the dragon’s claw seemingly carved from pearl.

Reo watches you intently, his smile softening as he explains, “You can give the other to Yuna when you two are together again.”

The mention of her name makes your hands falter for a moment, your thumb grazing the smooth edge of the white pendant. You swallow hard, unsure how to respond, but Reo’s voice is gentle now, lacking his usual teasing lilt.

“She’s still important to you, right?” he adds quietly, his gaze searching yours.

You don’t answer right away, instead staring down at the necklaces in your hands. The intricate designs seem to hold more weight than just their physical presence, as though Reo knew exactly what they represented to you.

“Yeah,” you finally mutter, your voice barely audible. “She is.”

Reo nods, his expression unreadable but somehow comforting. “Then keep them safe until the time’s right.”

Another fine morning with a bleeding sun greets your moon kissed eyes. An abundance of school air is yet to welcome your skin as soon you finish brushing away your dust collected morning breath, slipping into your school uniform, and a kiss to your mom’s cheek as you rush up. No longer being provided of the coffee smell warmed up in your house. With a creek of the gate noise opening, you would usually run off to school and meet Yuna on the way. But the most avoidant fight is still ongoing. So you’ll just head to the bus alone, right?

Well this Tuesday wasn’t the case; if Reo’s sleek, lavish black limo outside waiting for you. This would be the closest you get to a red carpet upon the earth ground accompanying your feet with rose petals delightfully scattering the scene, and white flashes, that even sunglasses can’t behold, blind your eyes. How’d he get it to be so shiny? A question only the dirty wealth can answer you guessed. Nagi’s white messy hair is spotted, engraved into his cell phone games. The LED lights inside make his hair almost colorful. Then Reo slips out of the limo, feet on the ground, a signature smile vibrantly stunning you “Good Morning”

You stood silent as the rest of the bread crumps in your mouth were being chewed away. “What is that”

“What is what?” His dumbfound act made you rise an eyebrow, a sign of impatience's for a simple answer already “Obviously it’s a limo but you didn’t say you were going to pick me up in a limo, I thought kids do that for dances”

“Well a lot can benefit you now that you’re with me my love”

“Can you not call me that?’

“I was kidding—” You quickly pinch the skin on Reo’s ear then slide into the limo, resting your bag by your hip as Nagi still makes love with his gaming. Following behind was a heart-broken, wounded, rich boy. “Now my ear is red, that hurt” He whines childishly, attacking a pout towards you.

“Is baby gonna cry?” You tease back into his childish manner “you basically broke my nose last week you should be a good”

“That was an accident!”

“Womp womp” The car— or rather the limo takes off, away from your home gates directing to where you’d have to face the unavoidable quiet fight.

“We’re already here?” You lean against the window, staring across the school field and building, the hundreds of other girls and boys in school uniform entering into which you bestowed a synonym for hell.

The car door swings open, revealing a tall, older woman whose posture is strikingly upright despite the evident weight of her years. Her appearance is imposing, her sharp, angular features framed by thin wisps of silver hair tucked neatly. Across her face is a long, hooked nose—a feature some might whimsically describe as a "witch’s nose,"

The sunlight pours in through the open door, momentarily blinding you as you squint against the glare. Then, out of the dazzling light, Reo’s hand extends toward you, his fingers steady and inviting. He stands there, looking every bit the part of a fairytale prince in shining armor, though instead of a sword, he wields his signature charm.

“Shall we?” he asks, his voice warm and smooth, his smile effortlessly disarming. Without missing a beat, you swat his hand away with a quick, decisive motion. “I can walk on my own,” you mutter, brushing yourself off as you step out of the car.

Reo’s smile doesn’t falter; if anything, it grows wider, his amusement evident in the glint of his violet eyes. “I thought we needed to act all lovey in front of these people,” he says, his tone laced with playful exasperation.

Your brow furrows as you turn to him, crossing your arms. “No one’s in front of us?” you fire back, your voice sharp but carrying an edge of curiosity.

Reo sighs dramatically, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair as if your defiance is the greatest challenge of his life. “Let’s just go,” he says, his tone a mix of resignation and humor, gesturing toward the imposing building ahead. As soon as you take a step into the school grounds a line of students is in awe, cheering, reeling with an immense amount of joy to the sight of the famous future Mikage heir. You glance at the crowd and then back at him, unimpressed. “Are these your friends or fans?” you mutter, your tone dry as you watch a group of students practically fawn over his every step. Reo flashes you a grin, his violet eyes glinting with mischief. “Can I say both?” he quips, lifting a hand in a casual wave. The gesture earns a fresh round of squeals, and you roll your eyes so hard you swear you hear them creak

“Put your arm around me,” he whispers suddenly, leaning closer so only you can hear.

Your steps falter, and you whip your head toward him. “What?”

“Just do it,” he insists, his voice low but commanding, the smirk on his lips never quite fading.

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicion flaring. “So Nagi can third-wheel? No.” Your tone is sharp, almost venomous.

Reo chuckles under his breath, completely unfazed. “He’s just on his phone, as usual,” he says, nodding toward the tall, silver-haired figure loitering nearby with his gaze glued to his screen. “Remember the plan,” he adds, his tone firm but with an edge of exasperation, as though he can’t believe he has to remind you.

You hesitate, glaring at his outstretched arm like it’s the most revolting thing you’ve ever seen. Your disgust is palpable, but so is the growing pressure of the watchful crowd, their murmurs and curious stares intensifying.

With a resigned sigh, you step closer, wrapping your arm around his with all the enthusiasm of someone being sentenced to a lifetime of chores. Reo, on the other hand, moves with effortless ease, draping his arm over your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“There,” he whispers, his tone light and teasing. “See? Was that so hard?”

You glance up at him, your glare sharp enough to cut through steel. “I already regret this.”

He chuckles, the sound soft and infuriatingly smug, and together, the two of you walk further onto the school grounds, every pair of eyes on campus following your every step. “Is this how it is everyday?”

“What do you mean?”

“The attention, all the stares?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Never mind, of course you’d like it”

Upon your arrival into your regular classroom, students of boys and girls applaud for the two pretty individuals relationship, your holding hearted arms, and oh-so loving eyes, pleading with help to begone already- your arms entwined and expressions... less than thrilled.

“LOVEBIRDS!” a group of jock boys shouts from the back, their voices loud and obnoxious. One of them even makes exaggerated kissing noises, prompting laughter from their friends. Your shoulders stiffen, and your pleading eyes scream for this to end already. But Reo, ever the charmer, seems entirely at ease, raising a hand in a mock wave as if he’s royalty greeting his adoring subjects.

Before you can untangle yourself from his arm, two girls rush up to you both, their faces lit with uncontainable excitement. One has sleek black pigtails, her uniform pristine, and the other, shorter with flowy hair and bubbly eyes, practically bounces on her toes. They block your path with beaming smiles that already give away what they’re about to say.

“Is it true?” the one with pigtails asks breathlessly. “You two are really in a relationship?”

You glance at Reo, who looks back at you expectantly, leaving the answer entirely in your hands. His smirk widens slightly, clearly entertained by your discomfort.

“Yes,” you say with a forced smile, nodding coaxingly. What else could you say or do?

The girls gasp in unison, practically vibrating with excitement. “Oh my gosh, that’s so cute!” the shorter one squeals. “You two are like... the it couple!”

“Totally!” the other agrees, her eyes sparkling with delight. “When did it happen? How did it happen? Was it love at first sight?”

You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out. Your brain scrambles to come up with something remotely convincing, but all you can think about is how much you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

Reo steps in smoothly, his tone effortlessly charming. “It’s a long story, maybe one for another time?” he says, flashing them one of his signature grins. His hands intertwines with you, the casual gesture almost too natural, and pulls you gently along with him toward your seat.

The room buzzes faintly, filled with whispers and muffled giggles, but you’re too focused on maintaining your composure to care. Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

Across the room, another group of girls huddles together, their heads bent close, their voices toxic in their secrecy yet deliberately loud enough to be overheard.

“Yuna, look,” Naomi breathes, her words sharp despite the hushed tone. She leans closer to her companion, the stale scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

Yuna’s delicate head lifts at the mention of your name, her gaze drifting reluctantly toward you. Her eyes settle on your figure, seated beside Reo, his arm draped casually over the back of your chair. The sight of his violet hair close to your own makes her stomach twist, though her expression remains unreadable.

“There she goes,” Naomi sneers, her lips curling as she watches the interaction from afar. “Do you think she’s just using his money?”

“Oh, definitely,” another girl chimes in, her tone dripping with malice.

Naomi smirks, leaning back in her chair as she twirls a strand of hair around her finger. Her eyes gleam with a dangerous combination of curiosity and cruelty as she turns to Yuna. “What do you think, Yuna? She was your friend, wasn’t she?”

Yuna hesitates, her gaze dropping to the desk in front of her. Her fingers grip the edge of it, her knuckles faintly white. “Yeah... definitely,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Encouraged by Yuna’s response, Naomi presses on, her tone growing even more poisonous. “Hey, didn’t you say her mom was, like, 32? Doesn’t that mean she got pregnant at 16?”

The question hangs in the air, sharp and cutting, and Naomi blinks her lashes expectantly at Yuna, as if waiting for her approval to unleash another round of insults.

Yuna swallows hard, her voice faltering as she murmurs, “Yeah...” The word is so quiet it’s almost swallowed by the hum of the classroom, but it carries a weight that Yuna can’t seem to shake. Naomi’s laughter, soft but biting, echoes in her ears. Meanwhile, with you, Reo, and Nagi, all remain settled down 10 minutes before class starts. “You can let go now” you nudge Reo softly

“Oh, right” You feel the faintest trace of his skin as he begins to pull away, the touch so subtle yet noticeable enough to make your chest tighten. It’s maddeningly slow, a deliberate yet unspoken hesitation that leaves you caught in a moment you don’t fully understand.

Your instincts urge you to slap his hand away, to break the strange tension that lingers in the air between you. And yet, for some reason, your subconscious betrays you, allowing his touch to linger just a little longer. You hold your breath without realizing it, suspended in the warmth of the fleeting contact until reality strikes, sharp and undeniable, breaking the spell.

You clear your throat, turning away sharply as if to shake off the lingering feeling. Reo’s hand retreats fully now, his expression unreadable but his smirk faintly returning as he leans back in his chair.

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Plotting down your wooden seat, nothing stresses you more than the thought of Yuna, and how her avoidance is extreme to the eye. How were you to cope with the silence that was once filled with Yuna’s joyful laughter? And her smile larger than a rainbow, oh her eyes brighter than the sun. Maybe holding her hand and saying sorry will help? Maybe, but her avoidance is nakedly mean. As if her skin is demonic to your angelic skin. And her skin, demonic, lays in hell with friends, Naomi. “What’s with the gloomy face?” Reo sits across from you, Nagi on his phone playing video games like the usual bum he is. A sigh first leaves your lips, “Nothing”

“What a gloomy response”

“So what” You lay your head down looking off to the side

“It’s such a hassle being gloomy” Nagi’s aloof words carry nothing but annoyance to your ears, really what did you see in him?

“Really? Maybe I should sit around all day and play on phone like ya,” You bark back, still laying down your head

“Play animal crossing, not Minecraft”

“Thanks”

“Come on, let’s go eat. You can’t just strave. If you’re gonna apologize to Yuna, you need food” You lift your head up from your warm arms. You could just lay back in the warmth whilst the cold around you waves by, let dust lay inch by inch on you, even let the bugs bite you. But you lift your head up from your warm arms to see Reo, welcomed with a smile larger than a rainbow. “Fine, but remember you said you’re buying my lunches.”

The thought that Reo’s skin would be alien to you is found untrue. I thank you Reo, forever. I miss you my love

Your appetite didn’t empathize with your belly. Sitting across from the dynamic duo, you lazily fidgeted with a plastic fork, pushing the food around your plate without actually eating. Meanwhile, the sound of gunfire and shouting emanated from Nagi’s phone, his focus entirely absorbed in his game. His own meal sat untouched, abandoned in favor of his screen.

Suddenly, the fork was whisked from your fingers, stolen by a flash of purple hair. Your full attention snapped to Reo, confusion evident on your face. What was he doing?

“Open up, ahh,” Reo said, his tone playfully insistent as he held the fork out toward you, a morsel of food perched at its tip.

“I can feed myself,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

“But you aren’t,” he countered smoothly. “Eat. I did pay for it, after all.”

You hesitated, torn between annoyance and the strange warmth of his persistent kindness. Eventually, with a soft sigh, you relented, opening your mouth and swallowing the food he offered. His smug grin didn’t go unnoticed, but you chose to ignore it.

“So,” you began cautiously, your gaze dropping back to your plate, “when are we announcing… us to the school?”

“It’s only been a week since all the commotion,” Reo said thoughtfully, leaning back slightly. “Today might be a good chance.”

“Yeah… I agree,” you murmured, straightening your posture. You straighten your back, being gloomy wasn’t ever your identify. Even so, why did Reo’s presence carry blessings to you? Something you can’t answer, so you leave it to the absence of Yuna.

“You should meet my mom formally, then,” you said suddenly.

“Already?” Reo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. We have to start with her. She’s a bit of a… yapper, so news will travel fast, and she’s my mom she knows everything” you explained. “Unless you have practice?”

“I can come after practice,” Reo replied quickly, his eagerness catching you off guard. “It’ll be shorter today.”

“Alright, then I’ll wait on the bleachers,” you said nonchalantly.

“You’re going to watch me practice?” Reo asked, his lips curling into a teasing smirk.

“I’ll be recording you to make fun of you with my mom,” you quipped, matching his smirk.

Reo chuckled, leaning closer. “Maybe you’ll be impressed instead of making fun of me. Especially with Nagi—he has mad skills.”

“All he does is play video games,” you deadpanned.

“She’s right,” Nagi chimed in without looking up from his phone, his voice as flat as ever.

Reo groaned, shaking his head in mock defeat. “No faith in me, huh?”

“Guess we’ll have to see.” You shrugged

“Choo choo train”

“Give me back my fork—”

“Nope, I’ll be feeding you now on”

Once stepped inside the classroom Mira encounters you, she’s been a trustworthy friend for the past few days. Maybe it was her cool charisma, or the assuring little light her eyes give. She’s the girl you’d believe your mom might’ve been in her prime days. Trustworthy yes, but quite the chatter box in terms of much secretive stuff. Something you truly didn’t mind till fallout with Yuna.

“Oh, hey Mira,” With smile you welcome her back

“Hey,” she replied, her voice carrying an edge of concern. “Came to check up on you... with everything that’s been going on.”

You glanced away, “Oh thanks. I’ve been okay.”

“I noticed you’ve been hanging out with the Mikage kid. And Nagi too,” she added, her tone bordering on curious.

“Yeah, uh, I guess we’re kinda friends now,” you admitted, scratching the back of

your neck.

Mira tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You still like Mikage?”

“Huh—oh, right, I—” you stammered, feeling heat creep up your neck.

“We’re together, actually. Isn’t that right, my love?”

The sudden, confident voice from behind made you freeze. You turned to find Reo standing there, his signature smirk firmly in place. Arm wrapped around your shoulder, his unexpected declaration sent a jolt of shock through you, followed by a fluttering you weren’t quite ready to name. Butterflies? No. Definitely not.

This was supposed to happen tomorrow. Why was he announcing it now?

Your bewilderment mirrored the wide-eyed stares of your classmates. Every single gaze was fixed on the two of you, their curiosity palpable. Mira’s jaw had practically dropped, and you could almost hear her thoughts racing.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Nagi, already seated and unbothered, tapping away at his phone. Of course, he knew. Nothing phased him, it seemed.

“Oh— Reo, we weren’t supposed to tell anyone till tomorrow” You portray a romantic act back to Reo. You almost spit out a darling, but that’ll make you two sound old.

“Ahh what’s the difference, today, tomorrow? I’ll still be with you”

A collective “aww” rippled through the classroom at his words, and you could only force a wide, fixed smile until the teacher finally walked in, cutting the moment short.

“Alright, back to your seats. Mikage,” the teacher said, his tone exasperated as he gestured for Reo to move.

“Mmm, could we change seats, perhaps?” Reo replied, his tone light but entirely too smug.

“What—just go back to your seat,” you hissed under your breath, trying to push him away. But Reo simply grinned at you, that flashy smile stopping your protest in its tracks.

Turning back to the teacher, Reo asked, “Don’t you think a change would do us all some good?”

“Don’t cause such a commotion, Mikage. Just sit down,” the teacher sighed.

But Reo wasn’t done. With a confident stride, he leaned in and whispered something to the teacher. The whole class watched, captivated, as you buried your face in your hands. You didn’t need to hear to know what was happening—common sense told you Reo was baiting the teacher with his signature move: dirty money.

The teacher sighed heavily, his resolve crumbling. “Alright, I suppose it’s been a while since we had a seating change. Choose wherever you’d like.”

Cheers erupted around the room, and you groaned internally as Reo pulled out the chair right next to yours, sliding into it with a triumphant smile.

“Looks like we’re seatmates now,” he said, settling in as though it had always been his spot.

You deadpanned at him, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Lucky me.”

At natural instincts, you look around for Yuna, her seat dripped behind Naomi. You weren’t jealous no, anger no, hurt? Yes. Out of all people Yuna could’ve look forward to, it was a two-face bitch. Given the situation though, you couldn’t do anything now. And you only have yourself to blame.

You clicked the stop button on your phone, ending the recording of Reo’s practice. You had been hoping to capture something embarrassing—maybe a fumbled kick or an awkward stumble—but, to your dismay, Reo had been good. Annoyingly good. A part of you hated to admit it, but watching him out there had been... a little impressive.

As the team wrapped up, Reo walked over to you, his strides confident, his skin glistening with sweat. He lifted his shirt to wipe his face, casually revealing a well-defined body. You caught yourself staring a second too long before quickly looking away, but not before he noticed.

“Got a little drool here,” he teased, pointing to the corner of his mouth with a smirk.

“Maybe it’s from your contagious sweat,” you shot back, scrunching your nose as if the thought disgusted you.

Reo laughed, leaning on the railing of the bleachers as he tilted his head to meet your gaze. “Contagious, huh? Must be powerful if it’s got you zoning out like that.”

“Please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stuffed your phone into your bag. “I was trying to figure out how someone as flashy as you managed to survive on a team sport.”

“Flashy and effective,” he countered, flashing you a grin that could rival the sun. “You got it all on video, didn’t you?”

“Unfortunately,” you muttered, standing up to leave. “Don’t worry, I’ll find something to make fun of later.”

Reo grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, falling into step beside you. “Keep dreaming. I’m flawless on and off the field.”

You rolled your eyes again, but a small, unbidden smile tugged at your lips. “Sure, Mikage. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Let me hit the showers and we’ll head off.”

Walking side by side with Reo, you couldn’t help but feel like this whole charade was something out of a cheesy rom-com. Off to introduce your new boyfriend to your mom—how wonderful this would sound to her. As you approached the gates of your house, your attention was drawn to a small, neatly wrapped box resting on the porch. Its delicate ribbon and meticulous presentation made it stand out.

“Huh… We didn’t have any deliveries scheduled,” you murmured, narrowing your eyes at the unexpected package.

“I ordered that,” Reo chimed in casually, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

You turned to him, confused. “You ordered something? For who?”

“For your mom,” he said with a proud smile.

You stared at him, half-suspicious and half-exasperated. “Ordered? What is it? A bomb?”

Reo rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your dramatics. “No, silly, it’s a necklace.”

“A necklace. How much exactly?”

Reo let out a slightly nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… $7,000. I wanted to make sure I made a good first impression. Oh, and I threw in a coupon for jewelry at Mikage Corporation—plus a discount on another necklace. It'll bring it down from 1000 to 300 or less.”

“Reo!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of shock and exasperation.

“What?!” he shot back defensively.

“It’s a first impression for my fake boyfriend! And she already knows who you are! Seven thousand—are you kidding me?”

Reo’s eyes widened, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and indignation. “Okay, but—she doesn’t know me like that. First impressions are important, you know! Oh I also order in so diamond rings for her, a side of chocolate from one the most expensive brands out there”

“No,” you said flatly, shoving the box with the lavish necklace back into his hands.

Reo scrunched his eyebrows, pouting like a child denied candy. “Why not?”

“My mom and I buy from garage sales, not Pandora or wherever you shop,” you replied, your tone sharp but truthful.

Reo opened his mouth, probably ready with another dramatic rebuttal, but before he could speak, the front door swung open. There stood your mom, her curious eyes flickering between the two of you.

“O-oh, hey, Mom!” you stammered, nervousness bubbling up as you attempted a casual smile. “This is, uh—”

“I’m Reo Mikage,” Reo interrupted, stepping forward with a dazzling smile. He gave her a respectful bow, oozing politeness.

Your mom squinted at him, a thoughtful expression spreading across her face. “I think I’ve heard of you before…”

Reo’s smile brightened, his confidence soaring. “You have?” he asked eagerly, clearly relishing the recognition.

You chime in “Probably on the news or something.”

“No, I don’t watch the news.” She waved dismissively, her gaze shifting toward you, her grin widening. “It was from my daughter. She talks about you a lot.”

Your heart dropped, panic flashing across your face. “Then that must’ve been the news I was talking about!” you blurted out, desperate to redirect the conversation.

Your mom’s teasing smirk said it all—she wasn’t buying it. You knew deep down that she was playing with you, using every little thing you’d vented about to her over the months. Maybe spilling all your frustrations about Reo to her hadn’t been the smartest move after all.

“Well come in, come in.”

Once settled down in your living room, the warm tea in your hands worked wonders, its calming aroma and heat dissolving some of the tension that had built up. Across the modest wooden coffee table, your mom sat with an amused smile, her sharp eyes darting between you and Reo. Meanwhile, Reo’s tall frame seemed almost too large for your cozy living room. His long legs were tucked awkwardly, his usual self-assured aura slightly muted in the presence of your mom.

The conversation was light at first—updates on your mom’s hobbies, her garden, and her recent bargain finds at garage sales. But you were careful, very careful, to steer away from mentioning the true nature of your and Reo’s relationship.

“So,” your mom began, her tone casual but with an unmistakable edge of curiosity, “how did you two meet?”

You froze slightly, gripping your cup just a bit tighter. Reo, ever the smooth talker, leaned forward with a charming smile. “We actually met through some mutual friends. It wasn’t anything planned, but, well, sometimes things just work out perfectly.”

Your mom raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but entertained. “Perfectly, huh? You’ve got some stories to share, I bet.”

“Oh, plenty,” Reo said with a soft laugh. “But most of them make me look bad, so I’ll save those for another day.”

You glanced at him, your eyes silently pleading for him not to overdo it. Reo seemed to sense it, his hand brushing against yours briefly on the couch as if to reassure you.

“Well,” your mom said, her tone shifting to something more teasing, “you seem to get along pretty well. Must be serious if you’re bringing him home, sweetheart.”

You let out a nervous laugh, feeling the tea in your stomach churn slightly. “Mom, it’s not—”

“She’s been great,” Reo interrupted smoothly, cutting off your attempt to defuse the situation. “Honestly, I’m really lucky.”

Your gaze lingered on him, his profile seemingly untouched by nerves or uncertainty. The casual confidence in his tone and the soft smile playing on his lips—it was so natural, almost too convincing.

Was it just part of the charade? Or did he mean it?

You swallowed, your thoughts racing. Maybe he was just playing his part perfectly. After all, Reo Mikage was nothing if not composed under pressure. But the way his eyes flickered toward you as he spoke, softening for just a fraction of a second—it felt... real.

Your mom’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Well, if you’re lucky, then I hope you’re not taking that for granted.” Her sharp tone cut through the moment, her teasing grin making it clear she wasn’t letting him off easy.

“Of course not,” Reo said smoothly, turning his full attention to her. “I wouldn’t dare. I know how special she is.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Whether it was rehearsed or genuine, the sincerity in his words was enough to make your cheeks warm.

Your mom chuckled, clearly amused by his quick responses. “Alright, Mr. Smooth Talker. You’ve passed the first round. Let’s see how you hold up for the rest of the visit.”

Reo grinned, undeterred. “I’ll do my best.”

You looked away, trying to focus on anything but him. Your thoughts were betraying you, stirring emotions you hadn’t anticipated. If he was this convincing, how much of it was an act? And more importantly—how much of you was starting to hope it wasn’t?

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | contains : fluff, angst, slow burn, lovestruck sae (cutie pie), childhoodlovers!au, cafe,

The jingling bell decorating upon the cafe’s entrance allures your attention, properly welcoming customers only to find Mel and the cold wind flashing in upon your skin. Her 3 brown messenger bags accompany her shoulder as she plots it all down at a small booth, assuming the amount of work she carries is her new current best friend. “Working hard?” You approach Mel in hand with an iced coffee of her preference. “Your story is the one working hard. I’m still trying to create the outfits for some of your characters”

“It’s a kid story I made when I was like 8” You try and make a point, a thought to ease Mel’s mind on all the work she’s been helping you with. A story, tell-tale long letter assembled by your tiny hands, which have now been mass produced through out the country and is now being presented in a play. With a best friend who designs amazingly flawless fabrics make your day all more better, knowing the outcome of clothes for your story wouldn’t become a problem. “Yeah well you’re special to me so I’m making sure it’s extra beautiful for ya”

“Aww you don’t mean that?” You flatter in awe for her caring words

“Yep I don’t” She coos teasingly

“Meanie” You marveled back as you head to your register.

Back at work, you’re busy by the rail of work consuming you. Cup by cup filled with coffee of cream or none. A little or so to sugar. Your earnings have been a blast to balancing your rent and daily life. While Sae works in the back as Maria assists him. Turning around, you’re embraced by a certain fellow who has blonde to pink tips flowing up by what you deem a lot of hair gel. A smirking grin takes up his face. You’d be a fool to say he wasn’t exactly handsome. His tan skin along with his light colored hair made his look exotic to the eye. “Hey how can I help?”

“Mmm, you can help me.” His sultry tone emphasizes the ‘you.’ A grin slapped on his face slowly creeping you out, even worse his weird response. What did he even mean by that? “Is daddy long lashes here?” You pause in thought by what he meant, was he talking about…Sae? Was he a teammate of Sae Itoshi? A friend or a roommate? Would Sae Itoshi even share a room with someone like him or the likes of anybody?

“Uhm He’s—” You’re interrupted by the door winging open behind you, Sae, who rarely ever broke his stride, stopped mid-motion, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of the blonde man now standing in the doorway.

“Ahh, there you are,” the man said, his tone light and teasing. A voice that boomed across the space, loud and unapologetic. “Knew this was the right place. You didn’t tell me you were moonlighting as a little barista working with a hot chick.”

The compliment, though directed at you, felt more like an afterthought—a garnish on the tension now brewing between the two men. You offered an awkward smile, unsure how to respond.

A compliment but at what cost?

You turned away slightly, pretending to busy yourself with something on the counter, giving them space to connect—or clash, whichever this interaction was about to turn into.

“What do you want?” Sae jumps straight into questioning, not bothering to make any gentle connection like he usually would. His face, posture, formation all contained calm, delicate, though quite serious. “Captain told me all about this place and you. Wanted to visit before the big round up.”

“I’m not here to chat, get lost vermin.” Sae said flatly, his voice cool and measured.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that, buddy,, I’m Shidou,” Shidou pressed, his grin never faltering. Then his attention swung back to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s your name, sweetheart? ”

Before you could answer, Sae’s voice cut through, calm but firm. “She’s busy.”

The words hung in the air, not loud, but carrying enough weight to make Shidou raise an eyebrow. You glanced at Sae, surprised by the sharpness of his tone.

“I mean, it’s fine—” you began, but the way Sae’s eyes flickered to yours stopped you mid-sentence. Was that… frustration?

Shidou, undeterred, leaned closer to you. “Don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for him. Ice Prince here? Really?”

You laughed nervously, unsure how to navigate this. “I think you’re overthinking it.”

“Am I?” Shidou mused, his grin playful but knowing. “Well, if you get tired of him being all cold and distant, you’ve got other options.” He winked, his words dripping with intention.

“I said she’s busy.” Sae’s voice grows rougher

Sae’s voice cut through, sharper this time, rough around the edges. It was the closest you’d ever heard him come to sounding outright annoyed, and it made both you and Shidou pause for a beat.

Shidou tilted his head, clearly amused, his smile unfazed. “Whoa, easy there, Sae. Didn’t know you cared so much.” Sae’s eyes didn’t waver, locked onto Shidou with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. “Leave.” It wasn’t a shout, or even a raised voice, but the weight of that single word left no room for argument. Shidou chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers. I just wanted a nice cup of coffee. Hey pretty lady, can I get some? I’ll even leave a tip for ya”

“Uhm, sure what would you like-?” Sae block your field of vision to Shidou. His broad shoulders created an impenetrable barrier, and when he turned his head to glance at you, his eyes held none of their usual aloofness. Instead, they carried something else—something almost tender, like a fleeting softness that wasn’t meant to be seen by anyone else.

“I’ll do it,” Sae said, his voice low but steady. “Help Maria in the back.”

You blinked, momentarily stunned by the shift in his demeanor. His lashes fluttered slightly, just enough to soften his usually sharp gaze. There was no command in his tone—only a quiet insistence that made it hard to refuse.

“Uh, okay,” you murmured, moving toward the back as if pulled by an invisible string.

“Eh? No, wait!” Shidou exclaimed, watching you disappear behind the counter. “I was just playing, pretty lady! And she’s gone.”

He sighed dramatically, leaning onto the counter with exaggerated disappointment. “You really know how to ruin a guy’s fun, Sae.”

Sae didn’t respond, already reaching for the coffee pot with a precision that spoke of someone who just wanted this interaction to end as quickly as possible.

“Not even a word, huh? You’re a tough nut to crack,” Shidou continued, his grin unfaltering. “Well, I’ll take whatever you recommend, Ice Prince. And make it quick—I might have to stop by more often if the service stays this interesting.”

Sae’s hand paused for a fraction of a second before continuing. “You won’t.”

The sharp finality in his tone was unmistakable, but Shidou only chuckled, clearly enjoying every second of Sae’s quiet irritation.

From the back, you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of tension had settled between the two, and why the rare gentleness in Sae’s eyes still lingered in your mind. After a while, the familiar chime of the doorbell rang, most likely indicating Shidou had left. You reentered the front to check on Sae.

“Was he…your friend?” you asked, the words tumbling out before you could think better of them. It was a stupid question, obviously. Sae Itoshi didn’t seem like the type to have friends, especially not ones like that.

Sae glanced at you briefly, his expression neutral but his voice carrying a faint edge. “No.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “Then who is he?”

“Someone who doesn’t know when to stop talking,” he muttered, wiping down the counter with deliberate precision.

You leaned against the counter, unconvinced. “He seemed pretty familiar with you.”

Sae paused, his hand tightening slightly on the cloth before resuming its motion. “He’s from the same team.”

“Oh,” you said softly, piecing it together. “That explains the… banter?”

Sae scoffed lightly, a sound so small you almost missed it. “If you call that banter.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the rare glimpse of annoyance breaking through his stoic facade. “He’s definitely a character.”

“He’s an idiot,” Sae corrected, finally looking at you. His gaze lingered for a moment longer than usual, and something in his eyes seemed to soften again. “You don’t need to talk to people like him.”

The statement caught you off guard, and you blinked. “What do you mean, ‘people like him’?”

“People who waste your time,” he said simply, his tone matter-of-fact but with an underlying weight you couldn’t quite place.

You stared at him, trying to decipher the layers in his words. Was it concern? You weren’t sure, but the protectiveness in his voice was unmistakable. “Okay,” you replied, your voice quieter than you intended. “If it bothers you that much, I won’t.”

Sae nodded once, as if satisfied with your response, and returned to his task. But the unspoken tension between you lingered, heavier than before yet strangely comforting.

“I don’t think you’re all that distant and cold,” you began “I remember watching you take care of your brother everywhere you went. You’re a sweet person.” You smile. His eyes met yours briefly, but he said nothing, simply returning to his work. The faintest flush of color touched the tips of his ears, but you decided not to point it out

Before the silence could stretch further, Mel approached the counter, her usual energy lighting up the space. “Who was that hottie?”

You tilted your head, confused for a second before realizing she meant Shidou. “Maybe I should’ve gotten his number for you instead of me,” you teased.

“You should have,” Mel quipped, tossing her hair dramatically. “Anyways, ‘Valhrin’—your book—the character, uh, Ylgr. You’re playing as her for the play thingy, right? Because if you are, I’ll need your measurements.”

You blinked at the sudden shift in topic. “Did you know she was originally named Mary-Anne?”

Mel scrunched her nose. “Euh, Ylgr has aura. Mary-Anne? Not so much.”

You chuckled. “Uh, they’re both beautiful names,” you offered diplomatically.

“But for a knight?” Mel raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, ‘Mary-Anne the Brave’? Doesn’t exactly strike fear into the hearts of enemies, does it?”

Sae’s voice broke through unexpectedly. “It’s just a name. The character makes it meaningful.”

Both you and Mel turned to look at him, slightly surprised. Sae rarely joined in on conversations like this.

Mel tilted her head, clearly intrigued. “Wow, look at you, Mr. Philosopher. Guess you do read books after all.”

Sae didn’t respond, but the tiniest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he returned to his work.

You couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. “Guess I’ll let you take my measurements, Mel. But only because you’re so passionate about it.”

Mel grinned triumphantly. “That’s the spirit! Ylgr deserves perfection, and I’m gonna make sure you give it to her.”

“You’re forgetting I made the character,” you retorted, a cheeky laugh escaping as Mel waved you off.

Left alone again, your ears tuned in to the rhythmic clinks and clashes of dishes. Across the room, Sae worked with methodical precision, mug by mug, rinsing away remnants of coffee and milk. The quiet was comfortable, almost soothing. Then his voice broke through, smooth and low.

“I read your book.”

Your ears perked up, your heart skipping a beat. He read it?

“You did?” you asked, your voice tinged with excitement and a hint of shyness. “Was it good?”

Sae didn’t look up, his focus still on the task at hand. “You made it, didn’t you?”

You blinked, taken aback by the abruptness of his reply. “Uh, right—right,” you stammered, suddenly self-conscious. “But…did you like it?”

The question felt daunting. Asking Sae Itoshi, a superstar athlete, for his opinion on something so personal wasn’t something you’d ever imagined doing. You held your breath, bracing for a dismissive comment or a critique.

“I did,” he said simply, his tone even, almost indifferent.

Yet, those two words were enough. They were better than you could’ve hoped for. Your chest felt light, and a smile crept onto your lips, unbidden and unrestrained.

“Really?” you said, your voice a little breathless.

Sae finally glanced up, his eyes meeting yours for the briefest moment. “It’s…different. You’re good at making characters feel real.”

The butterflies in your stomach doubled. His response was dry, straightforward, and yet it carried a weight that made your cheeks warm.

“Thanks,” you said softly, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

Sae returned his attention to the dishes, his expression unreadable as always. But in that small exchange, you felt like you’d learned something about him—something rare, something he didn’t share easily. And it made your smile linger just a little longer.

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