strawberry 🍓

Spring started with a refreshing breeze, your first year of high school has started. You wanted to make the best out of your high school days, as many claimed that high school was the peak of life. School was fine, you met different kinds of people and made new friends. You were surprised when your new friend has told you about a student who's a detective.

However there was one thing you couldn't shake off, which is the fact that the detective is your neighbour. Goro Akechi, a first year like you, the next door neighbour at your apartment complex. At first, you didn't pay an ounce of attention to it. Just a normal guy who goes to the same school as you, who turned out to be your classmate and neighbour! Talk about triple coincidence!

Not only that, he was a celebrity! The second detective prince after Naoto Shirogane.

Every morning you see him walking towards the elevator while you locked your door. Sometimes when you two were going down the elevator, he engaged in small talks. Such as, the weather or how busy the city has been lately. Which, you're not complaining. You know a celebrity which is rare in most cases, but you felt like he wasn't authentic.

The way he smiles at you, sure his grin reaches his eyes, but it seems fake. The way he jokes around is corny, but the crowds love it. His princely act looks rehearsed and is masked as natural. He speaks gently with an alluring tone whenever words come out of his mouth.

Your suspicion was proven true when you returned home and saw Akechi walking his way towards his apartment door. You could see he was trying to hide his limp.

You couldn't just ignore it. You had to do something.

"Are you all right?" You asked, slowly approaching him from behind. It was already evening and the sun was setting down. The gleam of a distant lamp shone above him.

"It's you…" He said softly, straightening his posture. "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

You looked down at his ankles, where one of them looks red and swollen. "Your ankle is swollen." You pointed it out, looking directly at his eyes.

"And I'm not seeing things." You added, knowing what he would say.

Akechi sighed, "I can take care of it. I have a first aid kit inside."

"Okay… Just let me know if you need anything." You decided not to pry much. It wasn't your business to butt in, but you couldn't let it be. You unlocked the door and went into your apartment. You hoped Akechi is well.

To your surprise, he didn't show up to school. The homeroom teacher announced that he called in sick. Your classmates whispered amongst themselves;

"What happened?"

"No clue."

"Maybe it was his detective work."

"Damn, he's so diligent!"

You looked over at the empty seat, knowing what happened to him. You decided to check on him soon after visiting the nearest pharmacy.

"Uhm, Akechi, are you in there?" You knocked softly against the door.

Maybe you were intruding. You should've mind your own business. What if he doesn't like it when someone else sees his injuries? He probably thinks you're a pushover and nosy.

The door clicked, revealing Akechi standing by the door frame. He flashed a warm smile. "What beings you here?" He asked politely.

"I just want to make sure you're okay. Your ankle was really swollen. I brought you compression socks." You explained, showing him the plastic bag you got from the pharmacy.

"I appreciate the thought but I am doing fine. I just need to rest for the day." He took a glance at the bag before declining it.

You quickly took a peek at his ankle. It seems fine, the swelling reduced and his skin wasn't as red as it was last night. "Compression socks are effective for swollen ankles. You should wear them." You shoved the bag at him before rushing towards your door.

Akechi held the bag, slightly stunned by your actions. He closed the door gently, limping his way towards the living room to look into the bag. A pack of compression socks, some anti-inflammatory drink, and a band-aid pack. He sighs, feeling obligated to use the item. Though, he felt grateful for the kind gesture.

Whereas on the other side, you were shocked. Standing still at the entryway, your heartbeat throbbed loudly against your chest. Your fists clenched tightly, making your knuckles pale. You shook your head, took off your shoes and went straight to your bedroom. You could not believe you did that. More so to someone you barely knew!

"It's fine, at least I could lend a hand." You mumbled, putting your bag away to start making dinner.

Silence was your peace, until the next morning when you locked your apartment door. Akechi greeted you with a polite smile, this time it was genuine.

"I want to thank you for the help yesterday," He spoke softly. His voice was sweet like honey, calm like a warm of soup, though the intention felt sour, yet you savoured the taste.

You hummed, "You're welcome, Akechi. I suggest you get it check, just in case."

Akechi let out a small laugh, "Note taken."

Whispers flooded the hallways, students discussing about a foreign case that started in the city. This morning, the news outlets has announced that the police is investigating a new case about people having a mental breakdown.

"Isn't this scary?"

"We need to be careful now."

"I hope this doesn't happen to me."

You listened to your classmates talking about the morning news. A case of a man went through a breakdown last night and his family reported it to the police. Unfortunately, he had passed away this morning.

Your homeroom teacher came in, telling everyone to be careful since the new arrival of the mental breakdown before taking attendance of everyone present.

You glimpsed over at Akechi, who was a few tables away from you. He was a detective, he has to know what the case was about. It made sense if he has any involvement, he could be solving the issue.

Another teacher came in and began the lesson, giving you no time to capture his stare at you afterwards.

When the bell rang for lunchtime, a couple of students approached Akechi. Bombarding him with questions regarding about the news. Asking him about the mental breakdown.

"Is it a virus?"

"Are you in charge of the case?"

Akechi chuckled, telling everyone to calm down. "I'm just helping out with the case currently. The details are confidential."

"Aw man, not even one?"

"Sorry, I can't." Akechi smiled.

Days passed in a wink. You hasn't seen Akechi returning to his apartment. Though you do see him at school, but never at the apartment. Sometimes he does return but at odd hours when you go out for a midnight snack.

You kept your mouth shut. It wasn't your business to pry.

You begun your homework, groaning in frustration when you couldn't find an answer. It was mathematics, a subject you have a love hate relationship with. You tried every possible method to solve the issue but the answer is different every time.

You took another sheet of paper, sighing that you have to redo the working. You stopped when you heard the doorbell rang. It was unusual for any visit at this hour.

Dropping your pen, you quickly checked your doorbell camera. The doorbell camera showed a partial view of a hazelnut brown hair just outside the frame. Tiny groans and breaths muffled through the speaker.

You gasped, immediately opening the door and a body fell into your arms. "Akechi? What happened to you?" Your voice shook as panic sets in.

"Abdomen…" Akechi coughed.

You gentle pulled him into your living room, ignoring the weight and the blood dripping on the floor. He laid on your sofa, his hand clutching on his abdomen as you rushed to get your first air kit.

You unbuttoned his shirt, wiping the blood around the wound. The wound wasn't big, but it made a cut on his skin. You applied soft pressure on the wound, earning a soft groan from him.

"Sorry," you muttered.

Luckily the bleeding has stopped, you applied some antibiotic ointment on his wound and wrapped a bandage around it. As he was about to get up, you pushed him down the sofa.

"Stay, you'll start bleeding again." You warned.

After cleaning your entryway and the living room, you sighed and sat next to Akechi where he was resting. You looked at him, baffled at the sudden injury.

"What happened?" You asked, demanding an answer from him.

He opened an eye, looking at your concerned expression. He lets put an amused hum. "Investigation gone wrong."

"That's ridiculous!" You riposted scornfully, crossing your arms as your eyebrows furrowed. "What kind of investigation requires you to end up this badly? Where are your supervisors or the police?"

Akechi could only stayed silent during your scolding. "I'm leading my own investigation." He says, quietly after you stopped.

You looked down at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time. "You're still 15!"

His mouth opened slightly, his eyes widen in response. "I…"

His eyes darted away, avoiding yours.

"I know we're not friends, but I just need to let you know that I care." You started, leaning back into your sofa as you stared at the wall. Hugging your knees into your chest.

"You've been busy lately, which is not a big deal considering you're a detective… But you rarely come home."

"You can stay here until you're better." You paused, taking another look at him. "I'll call a doctor to come by tomorrow."

"Wait!" Akechi said, grabbing your wrist. "Please, don't." He pleaded.

"I'll explain."

He released your wrist. He was still laying on your sofa comfortably. He took a deep breath before coming out clean.

"I ran after a suspect, he has wounded me before getting caught by the police." Akechi said, lying through his teeth.

"That's…" You sighed. "Just be careful next time."

Akechi nodded. It wasn't like you would believe him if he got injured because of his Metaverse mission.

It was already June, two months flew by and Akechi has been staying over at your apartment often. Usually for you to treat his injuries. His wounds has healed, fortunately no scars were formed and his health has gotten better.

Akechi still acts princely and nice to everyone— engaging in small talks, remembering when fans asked him about something, or when he puts on his model student facade in front of everyone. To you, he dropped the princely act. He was still nice towards you, thanking you for helping him and returning favours whenever you needed help, such as studying during the weekends or when you had a cockroach in your bathroom.

"You can rest up, I can take care of this." Sae says to Akechi. Her fingers typing on her laptop and her eyes are glued to the screen.

"No buts, you may go." She added sternly, leaving Akechi stunned as he quietly left the office.

It was a Saturday, school finished hence why he went to the Special Investigation Department just for him to be dismissed by Sae. There were no tasks given by Shido. He has no homework to do.

He wandered around the busy streets in Shibuya, going to the underground mall nearby the station. He stopped his tracks when a familiar silhouette appeared in a distant.

There you were, looking at your phone while idling by the green frog train. Relief washed over him as he come closer.

"Fancy to see you here." He says as you put your phone away.

"Oh hey, Akechi."

He looks around, to see whether you were out with your friends or waiting for someone. "Waiting for someone?" He asked.

You gave him a small smile. "No, I was looking for a place to eat."

"I know a place. If you don't mind I follow." Akechi suggested.

"Sure," you agreed immediately.

He brought you to Akihabara, another busy and packed area. He brought you to a cafe, known for their Italian food. Jazz music plays in the background as you entered the calm, warm atmosphere.

"This is amazing. I didn't know you were a cafe type." You awed, admiring the aesthetics of the cafe.

"I discovered this place when I wanted a quick grab of coffee." He replied.

You ordered some pasta and a refreshing drink. Akechi ordered some Bolognese pasta and a La Via del Tè Notturno black tea with no sugar.

"Do you have time after this?" You asked, using your fork to pick onto your pasta.

"No, why?" He titled his head, asking back at you.

"I have a place to show you."

The sun was settled and darkness occupies the sky. You brought him over at Kichijoji, a trendy area with a bustling nightlife. You giggled as you dragged him all the way to Jazz Jin, a club where you can enjoy jazz and drinks. A calm and relaxing atmosphere to enjoy.

"What's this?" Akechi asks, looking at the fluorescent sign.

"A jazz club, don't worry we can go in." You smiled, pushing the door open.

"This place is lively," He commented, sitting at a table where it faces a grand piano. He looked at you.

You were lively, interactive even. You made it look so easy, talking to the staff and chatting with the bartenders like they were your long time friends. Akechi watched you joked around with the performers.

It was the turning point of his life. It was when he realised he actually wanted to be with you.

He yearned to be loved, to be desired, to be relied on, and cared for by others. He was particular with his personality, devoted himself with his studies, becoming an honour student, and even become a detective so it looks good on him.

All that just to shatter when you're here.

You cared for him when he pushed you away. You talked to him when you had no obligation to. You hung out with him not for his reputation. He showed you his vulnerable side, where he was injured. A side of him no one else sees except for you.

He has come to a realisation that he may fallen for you.

"Akechi? Are you okay?" Your voice echoed in his mind. You forehead was in his vision as you placed the back of your hand on his forehead.

Akechi smiled warmly, "I'm fine."

You noticed his smile was different, in which you returned a smile back at him. "Glad to know."

You fell asleep on the subway. Your head resting on Akechi's shoulder as the train speed towards your stop. It was a long night at Jazz Jin.

He carried you towards your door, unlocked it swiftly as you told him your password weeks ago in case he was hurt. He gently placed you on your bed, making sure you're comfortable.

"Akechi?" You mumbled as you opened your eyes.

"Yes?" He answers.

"Stay." Your voice was languid. Your hand clinging onto his arm.

"I will," Akechi said softly as he sat by your side.

You sat up on your bed, looking at the boy in front of you. A glimpse of your lamp shone dimly beside him. Your eyes met him, deep at his brown ones.

"Thank you," you said, taking his hand to yours.

"What for?" He gave a startled look when you thanked him.

"Showing me a side you don't want others to see." You continued.

"I need to tell you something," his chest was heavy. Like a weight needed to be released.

You leaned closer, indicating you were all ears. Your thumb caressed his gloves.

"My father was a bastard, he left my mother after learning she got pregnant. I was undesirable. She committed when I was young."

It took your minutes to process the information. You whispered, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have be—" You hugged him.

"I'm with you," your voice was muffled as you hid your face into the crook of his neck.

Akechi slowly wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close, breathing in your scent as you pat his back. You loosen your grip, wiping the tears on his face.

"I see you," you smiled, holding his face as you wiped another tear.

Akechi lets out a breath, his eyes glimmered from his tears. "Thanks," he says, voice slightly shaken.

His gaze soften as he leans closer. You didn't pull away. He tilts his head and leans in.

The kiss was brief, warm, and soft.

"Ah, sorry. I wasn't on—" Akechi spoke but you grabbed his face and crashed your lips on his.

He groans as your hand slips into his hair. His lips gently danced with yours. Breathless, you pulled away. Your face being extremely red and warm.

"I like you," he finally admitted, lifting the weight off his chest.

You planned to return back to your hometown at Natlan, specifically at Scion of the Canopy. A large city known for the beautiful mountainous region, more on the agricultural side of the country. After studying your ass off at university of another country, you took the break as an opportunity to visit back your home. After all, it has been decades since you left to pursue further education.

Your parents happily welcome you in their arms when they picked you up at the airport. You happily catch up with them, talking about how crazy the amount of work you have to finish by the final semester. You also told them about your friends; how they treated you, the way they made you laugh despite the heavy workload, and how much they appreciate you as their friend.

By the time they reached to your house, your neighbour whom you also know since childhood greeted you.

"Oh dear you grew up so well! You should see my son! He would love to see you back." Your aunty, also your neighbour— technically not your aunty but it's a way to address her respectfully— smiled as she hugs you.

"He recently came back too! We should celebrate both of your hard work!" She added with a proud voice.

Your mother nodded, immediately excitement to throw a huge party. You nodded awkwardly, not wanting to look rude on the day you came back. Knowing how excited your mother and aunt was, you knew the whole neighborhood is invited to celebrate. You haven't heard from aunty for a while, especially about her son whom was about the same age as you. All you know was that his parents weren't going well so they had to step in and take care of him. It was unfortunate but luckily he was saved from his father. That son is Kinich.

A boy you remembered that always follows you around like a little duckling to its mother. Since young, you never questioned his strange behavior— how he flinches at the smallest action or when people raise their voices, his very quiet demeanor, and his body was covered in plasters and bruises (before he fully healed). You treated him well with kindness, like any other human being. You shared your food, your snacks with him without hesitation. Your mother always tell you to treat Kinich kind because he was saved from someone evil. You saw and heard stories similarly to his situation and tried your best to accommodate.

You two were inseparable until you got a scholarship to study in a different country during middle school. You wanted this so you did take the offer, your parents threw a farewell party, you left without saying goodbye to him.

"Let's get you to your room. We kept it clean." Your father says as he helped you dragged your luggage towards the house.

You flopped yourself on your bed. Reminiscing about your childhood and the nostalgic feeling. You took a deep breath, finally relaxing after a long flight.

You already unpacked everything; your clothes, some essentials, and a gift your best friend has given you.

You got curious, suddenly remembering the gift. It was wrapped beautifully in a cuboid box with a giant bow. Before you could open it, you were called.

Groaning at the terrible timing, you left the gift and went downstairs to see what your parents called you for.

POP

Confetti flew right at your face, surprising you as you yelped backwards. You almost stumbled back before someone had caught you right in their arms.

"Thank you..." You looked up, bright yellow-green eyes. He has this clean, shaven eyebrows, slightly arched was raised. A man roughly your age carefully hold you like you might break any second. He has smooth, tan skin

"No worries." He said. His voice was deep and soft. You stared into his eyes briefly before taking a step back. His pupils dilated when he looked intently at you.

In the middle of the chatter and clinking glasses, your family voices blur into the background as you caught a glimpse of him. Your attention snags on him. It was faint, at first. Warm lights flicker across his face, an uneasy feeling lingers as your stomach churn. Even with your cousins laughing behind you and someone tugging at your sleeve, your gaze remains on him. You've seen him before.

Your cousin called your name for the fifth time. She tugged on your sleeve for the final time before you snapped out of your head. "Sorry," you apologized politely.

"Jet lag, right? It's fine. We're about to finish up so you can rest up." She chuckled, grabbing your empty cup.

You smiled, thanking her while you go entertain your relatives as they were curious about your university life.

"You should see our apple farm. Kinich can bring you there. He helped us when he came back." One of your uncle exclaimed. He laughed loudly, getting slightly tipsy from the beer. His face flushed red.

Kinich perked up when he heard his name. He looked at your direction. It's Kinich... You thought, eyes widening in realization.

"What about this Sunday? You should catch up with him. You two were inseparable back then!" Your other aunty suggested. Your relatives suddenly agreed, excitedly urging you to rest up so you could catch up with Kinich.

That's when you suddenly ended up meeting him outside a convenience store late at night. You wore your pyjamas loosely, your hair was slightly messy, and your hand were clutching onto the plastic bag that carries your midnight snack.

Kinich stood right in front of you close enough that you weren't sure whether to step back or hold your ground. He has this unreadable expression on his face, his deadpan eyes observing you. His large white tee with a cartoon dragon was distracting, along his loose shorts.

An awkward hush settled over the space between you. He shifts his weight, eyes flicking away, and the noise around you dimmed, leaving a thin uncomfortable silence. You slowly blinked, thinking what to say to cut through the deafening silence.

"Hi...?" Is this really what you can think of? It's too late now, he's going to think you're weird.

Kinich cleared his throat, "Hi..."

Time really changed. You noticed he has matured. He has gotten taller. His features were more structured and refined, showing his sharp jawline. Under the soft fluorescent lights, you couldn't make out his expression.

"I bought some ramen and uhm, your favourite Saurian Crackers." You showed him the bag.

With that, you two were munching on the snacks you bought while walking home. You took another piece, crumbs falling between your steps. You began briefly talking about your high school and university life. How sometimes you got dragged into chaos and trouble.

"It was scary but fun." You smiled, remembering how fun it was hanging out with your friends.

Kinich listened as he took another piece. "What about you?" You asked him.

"It's the same. There wasn't much happening here. Uni was fun... Met a couple of friends. They're nice." He replied softly.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that aunty wants you to come over at noon for lunch." Kinich added.

"Oh, sure. I'll be there." You nodded.

Your house was right next to his. It wouldn't be a problem since it's within walking distance. You waved him goodbye when you reached home. "See you tomorrow, Kinich."

11:58am, just 2 minutes before lunchtime. You rang the doorbell and knocked, expecting to see aunty or uncle. When the door opened, it was Kinich. He was covered in sweat, his face was red as he pants. He was wearing this tight black zipper shirt? Not going to like, he looks hot.

Your ears turned red as you were stunned to see such a view. "D-did I interrupt you?" You asked nervously.

Kinich let's you in as he replied. "No, I just finished working out."

"Where's aunty and uncle?" You asked as you sat on the sofa at the living room.

Kinich locks the door as he looked away for a second. "They went out. Turns out they have a seminar to attend until night."

"Oh."

"I made Saurian's Hunter Reward. It's in the oven." Kinich says nonchalantly. "I'll be upstairs if you need me." He added.

You nodded as you watched him walked up the stairs. Okay, now you're alone with him at his house. This wouldn't be a problem, you did this a couple of times before. Yeah just act normal.

You went to the kitchen, taking your plate and some utensils. You took your portion of the meal and placed them on the dining table. You remembered, has he eaten? He didn't say anything about lunch, so you figured he haven't eaten yet.

You walked up the stairs, trying to remember where his room was. His door was left ajar, soft light emitting from his bedroom. You assumed he was done showering as you could hear his voice.

" Hah..." A deep groan escaped his lips. You pushed the door opened, holding onto the doorknob as you called his name.

"Kinich...?"

He was still in the same shirt except for his pants. He held his throbbing dick in his hand as he eyes shot up at you. Red and cheeks were flushed red.

Arousal filled the air as you clenched your toes. You gripped onto the doorknob, debating whether you should leave right now.

"I- I should-"

"Please..."

He pulled you into his room, shutting the door behind you as he trapped you in his arms, his face snuggled in your neck. Inhaling your scent.

"I'm sorry... I don't want you to see this." He said softly.

"B-but... Please help m-me." He stuttered.

You watched his chest heaving, his hot breath shudders on your skin. His hot, red tip cock was throbbing against your crotch. You gulped, just this once.

His breath hitches as you slowly touched his wet dick. "L-like this?" You asked, already feeling hot. Your squirmed your thighs, an unfamiliar feeling in your gut.

"Hah... Ngh..." He moaned softly, whispering your name in your ear.

"You're doing so well right now, mmh..." His voice was hot and seductive. He hisses through clenched teeth. His head leaning towards you. His hips jerked forward while you slowly touched his warm skin.

He lets out a lewd gasp as his cock twitches in your hand. "I think I'm gonna cum." He pants on your neck.

Right about time, he's cumming- thick ropes of his cum sprouting from his cock like a garden hose- landing on his shirt and yours. He took desperate gasps of air.

You can't ignore the ache between your thighs. Watching him getting worked up under your touch was making you feel arouse. You grabbed his shirt and you felt the heat rushing to your face.

Your voice cracked, "C-can I... Have a turn?"

"You sure...?" He asked you back, sounding unsure as he looks at you attentively.

You nodded eagerly, "Please."

Kinich slowly grazes his finger to the wet spot forming. He whispered softly, "It's dripping wet. I'll make you feel good."

You whined, feeling strange as it was your first time someone has touched you like that. You never had the time or the interest to masturbate. You spread your legs, giving him more access as you grabbed his shirt tightly.

He slowly pulls your bottoms away, revealing your wet cunt. You jerked at the cold air touching your skin. His finger carefully rubs your outer lips. Your breath shudders, his cold fingers were coating your wetness around.

"I'm gonna put one in, okay?" His voice was soft... And hot.

You gasped when he slowly slides a finger in. The sound of your wet slick and his finger pumping in and out filled your eardrums. You try to breath through it. Your hips pushed up, your fingers clenched tighter on the fabric of his shirt. You squeezed your hand as he adds another inside.

His mouth brushes against your cheek, his warm skating on your skin.

"You're doing so well." He whispers.

His fingers curl deep inside you, slow and precise. You can feel every inch of it. Every time his hand drags slick out of your pussy and spreads it deeper. Every time your body clenches tight around his fingers. You're soaked, leaking down his wrist, wet enough that it fills the space with thick, soft sound.

The knot tightens as you yelped his name. "C-close!"

"Breathe, baby. I'm right here."

"Kinich—" you gasped. "I— I think—" Your mouth fell open, a choke of your breath as your thighs shook while you leaned closer to his chest. Your slick gushing over his fingers, pouring everything out.

The chat exploded. Thousands of messages kept flowing. The chat spammed heart emojis and the word girlfriend. You read the comments, many of them were requesting a proper girlfriend reveal.

"No... no, she's just a friend." You insisted, voice already cracking. Your eyes portrayed a wave of emotion; anxiety and anxiousness. You were dying inside, trying to do damage control. How are they so quick to catch that little notification?

"Oh my god..." You muttered, realizing that little detail became the hot topic, a headline on the live stream gossip account. The viewers weren't buying your excuse.

"He's definitely lying 😏 "

"Who's the girl? 👀"

"Is he smiling!?"

"He said it!🗣️"

"CONFIRMED!!!!💞💞💓💓"

"Girlfriend reveal right now!"

"I bet she's hot like him.👉👌"

"Imagine this was a prank.😹"

"Haha it can't be. It looks too real."

"Do you think she's watching right now?"

"Hi girlfriend!!!❤️"

Internally you were panicking. Oh my god, how did famous people handle this? You were just pretending to be Kinich! The famous streamer. How did he handle situations like his before? You tried to act natural, you cleared your throat.

"I swear, it's not like that. She's just a friend. Uh, we... we met at school. I mean, not really school— it's complicated." Your ears turned red and started stammering. Your voice getting higher as you continued.

"OH MY GOD HE'S STUTTERING 😭"

"BRO IS IN LOVE"

"OKAY INVITE ME TO YOUR WEDDING!!!"

"Not really school? 😏"

"Young love."

You ran a hand down your face, sighing deeply. "I'm fucked..." The mic caught up.

"LMAO HE'S SO DONE 💀"

"BRO IS COOKED"

"LMAO"

"THIS IS HILARIOUS"

"WE CAUGHT HIM LMAO"

The stream spiraled into chaos. Donations were flying, requesting to introduce the mystery girl to them. The emotes wouldn't stop. Someone even changed their username to "JustAFriend".

You just clicked on end stream button with a pained smile and slumped back in your chair. Your heart is racing, not just solely because of the chat but also about Kinich. You were aware that he was supervising the stream. You knew ending the stream early would not help the case of the "supposedly" girlfriend.

Kinich stared at the live stream ended words on his phone. Seeing your name on his phone made him want to crawl to Ajaw's cave. He didn't mean to text you when you were showing your phone to the camera. Maybe his internet was acting up. He swore you received the message early. Kinich frantically typed an apology message.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to send you the message that time. I thought you received it already!"

After a minute, you texted back. "It's fine. I'm trying to clarify the heat right now. Your fans are going crazy."

Just when you posted on your story about the clarification. The hashtag #JustAFriend went viral. Videos of the scene kept replaying. Fans making up theories and investigation on your profile.

Suddenly he called. Bewildered, you hesitated then picked up. "Any updates?" He asked, his voice soft and quiet.

You looked at yourself on the screen, still feeling weird seeing yourself in a different point of view. You sighed, "The internet thinks we're dating now."

He winced audibly. "Oh..."

"Well, they're about to find my account at some point." You added, your tone has a hint of defeat.

"What do you mean?" Kinich asked concerned.

"I do violin covers on TikTok." You explained. "Hopefully they don't find it. I mean, they saw my name... They'll probably know."

Kinich replied, his tone was sure and confident. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to avoid that." I'll ask my PR team to take care of that.

"I just saw a fan post about us. The tag JustAFriend is getting viral." He added with a small chuckle.

You crosses your arms, "I was just showing Ajaw and suddenly we're in a fake relationship."

"You're welcome?" His voice was unsure, slight mischief underneath. As if, he wanted this.

You furrowed your eyebrows, silently judging him. "This is not what I signed up."

"At least they like you."

You blinked, dropping your arms. "What do you mean?"

Kinich switched the camera to the computer in front of him. Pointing at the comments from his fans. "They called you adorable when flustered."

"You read the comments!?"

Kinich laughed, his voice getting louder. "I'm curious. Gotta know what my fans think." Never knew I would look like that when my friends tease me.

"Okay genius, tell me what to do. You handled it before right?" You watched Kinich paused when you asked him. He opened his mouth slightly before closing it back. You rose a brow, waiting for his answer.

"I've never done it before." He said.

"Sorry?"

"I was never careless. I never did anything like that before."

"So you're saying I'm careless?"

"What? No! Wait, let me just think how to handle it okay?" Kinich took a deep breath. "Let's just address it quick. A short live to clarify everything?"

"Sure, let's do that before they find my account." You nodded.

You two had scheduled an emergency stream tomorrow morning. You hope the trend will die out soon before the emergency stream. Before you ended the call with him, you called his name. "Oh by the way," he looked at you. "I agree with them." Then you ended the call. Leaving him stunned.

You sighed, standing up from your chair and stretched. You went to Ajaw's room to check on him. The little chameleon was avoiding your gaze but facing you. Ajaw noticed the shift in your personality and demeanor, like how you always greeted him with a smile. You talked to him like he wasn't being an annoying shit a few moments ago. Sometimes he buzzes at you for petting him, which was unusual.

You picked up a little snack for him, "Hey Ajaw, here's a snackie for you." You cooed, pitching your voice higher to imitate how dogs owners talk to their dogs. Ajaw moved his tail, crawling towards the tongs. His tongue already snatching the food.

"I messed up, Ajaw. The fans thinks I'm in a relationship with him! We just knew each other a few days ago. Just friends! This just doesn't make sense to you but we swapped bodies like a few days ago. I'm living as him right now. Isn't that crazy?"

You watched Ajaw crawling away from you. Clearly he wasn't listening to your rant. Well what could you expect from a reptile? Kinich did mention that Ajaw is quite spoiled.

Talking about Kinich, you lived as him for quite a few days now. You knew what to do as him, greeting his friends, staying reserved, being blunt, and acting like the cool guy. The last one was what you thought of him. Come on, he's acting like those nonchalant guys that's trending on TikTok.

He is smart, getting good grades at school. He is athletic; he does rock climbing as a hobby and he works out in his home gym. He can cook and bake. The cooking and baking show he has on his channel has millions of views. He has a reptile as a pet. Isn't that already a bonus?

You watched Ajaw chilling in a tree branch. His tail facing you while he gazed at the leaves. You listened to the silence. Your cheek resting in your first as you collect your thoughts. You need to prepare a script for tomorrow's formal stream.

"I gotta go, Ajaw. You should rest, it's almost your nap time." You smiled as you stood up from the chair. You switched the lights off when you left.

You went back to your bedroom, preparing a sticky to write down the main focus on the stream.

Address the "scandal"

Talk about you being friends

The text was just about school

Explain how the text does not mean anything

That should be fine. Hopefully they will understand and tone it down.

Kinich has arrived at his house— where you're staying. He took off his shoes, noticing that his mother wasn't around. "Where Miss Mavuika?" He asked while looking around at the common area.

You put your hand on the handrail, looking back at him. "She's out."

"You kept my room clean," Kinich commented. The bedsheets were folded properly. Pillows in the right position. His blanket tucked in. No clothes in sight. His chair was in place. Books and papers were organized on his study desk.

"A clean space is a clean mind," you answered as you set up the camera.

"You're setting up like we're making a YouTube apology video." Kinich sighed as he took the camera. He angled it higher and took the chair, arranging it within a safe distance.

Behind the camera was the PC, on the monitor was a little sticky note you pasted. It was clear enough to see from the chair.

"Okay, we're starting..." You said as you clicked on the start streaming button. Kinich stood behind the camera, watching you awkwardly staring at the camera.

Thousands of views flooding in. The chat already asking questions on today's stream.

"His headphones isn't on?"

"What's going on?"

"Something's telling me it's a special live"

You sighed, "Okay chat. I am here to clarify yesterday's stream."

"Bro I thought it's real"

"Wasn't he like blushing and stuff?"

"He's definitely in love with her dude"

"Stage 1: denial"

"Frfr"

You continued, voice firm and serious. "The girl from yesterday is a friend. We met recently. There is nothing going on between us. Would you guys please respect that? She's uncomfortable and I'm uncomfortable."

Kinich nodded, approving your choice of words and is pleased on your speech.

"We had a project and I asked her to check on my part. That's all. It's about school."

"Sorry Kinich, we didn't mean to"

"He's so brave for speaking up"

"Proud to say I didn't believe it"

"Whether you believed it or not... You should keep it to yourself. Small matters does impact a lot." You added.

"Woah awesome quote!"

"Bravo!!!"

"Kinich the best!"

"W Kinich"

You gave a small smile, "Thanks chat. I hope you have a great day or night." Then Kinich turned off the stream.

You sighed, "Finally. That was nerve-wracking."

"You did well. You were quite professional." Kinich praised.

"Wanna grab lunch? My treat." You smiled, noticing the clock almost hitting lunchtime.

"Sure, you better not use my money." Kinich chuckled.

"Nuh uh, I'm Kinich so I'm using my money." You shook your head. He playfully rolled his eyes.

You switched on to Netflix, holding your takeout container as you were searching a movie to watch. Kinich sat beside you, his meal in his hand. "What are you searching for?" He asked.

"A movie. Don't know what to watch," you replied nonchalantly.

"Spiderman?" He suggested.

You looked at him, "Which one?"

"The Amazing Spider-Man."

The empty containers were placed on the coffee table. The living room was dim except for the soft flow from the TV. The light from the screen painted the walls with shifting blues hies as the main character- Peter Parker, Spider-Man, were swinging across the skyline. The air felt easy— just the warmth of the sofa, the hum of the movie, and the kind of silence that only feels comfortable.

The scene played the climax, you couldn't help but clutch onto the pillows. You were really into the plot. The scene where Spider-Man was fighting Dr. Connor, who had turned into a reptile. Tears flowed down your eyes as you watched Gwen's father has been killed. Kinich who noticed your sobs, passed you some tissues.

The screen flickered in front of them, the credits rolling in. Neither spoke but your sobs echoed. "I... I can see why you recommend this." You sniffed as you blew your nose.

Kinich smiled softly, "Yeah. He just want to do the right thing. He's just a teenager."

Their eyes met, her glistening eyes staring into his yellow-green eyes. A quiet static sound erupted. The lights blinking. Light bled at the edges of their vision.

"What—" You started but the world titled.

A heartbeat later, you opened your eyes. A sense of familiarity rushed through, you looked up to see Kinich in his own body. The room fell silent.

You looked down at your hands. "Are we...?"

Kinich blinked, touching his chest as if to check. "I think so."

"We're back!" You exclaimed, couldn't help yourself but embraced him into a tight hug.

After what felt like minutes, you pulled away feeling embarrassed. "Sorry... I was excited." You apologized softly.

"It's fine, I'm happy we're back." Kinich smiled.

You touched your arms, legs, your waist and your chest. You felt strange after having your body back. "Did you get put on my push up bra?" You asked after checking yourself out.

"It's a bra?" Kinich sounded bewildered.

"Nevermind." You said, getting up from the sofa. You grabbed the containers, collecting them into a plastic bag and throwing them out.

"I should meet Ajaw officially. He's been quite affectionate lately." You smiled, remembering the times he listens to your rants and how you always pet him.

"What do you mean affectionate?" Kinich asked, his tone was already confused. He followed you up the stairs to Ajaw's room.

"He comes to me for pets and he listens to me. He's so cute when he smiles." You explained, recalling how Ajaw acted from the last few days.

You told him when you randomly come to his room and Ajaw immediately rushed to you. You were complimenting Kinich for having such an affectionate pet. When you entered Ajaw's room, Ajaw stared at an unfamiliar figure approaching.

"It's me Ajaw." You greeted him softly. Ajaw slowly crawled towards you, flatly avoiding the man beside you.

"Ajaw isn't affectionate. He just eats and sleep." Kinich said, crossing his arms.

"He's a great listener, Kinich. Maybe you're not affectionate enough." You said in a slight teasing tone.

"I am," Kinich insisted.

"Ajaw says otherwise." You replied back.

Kinich watched you pet Ajaw with admiration. You whispered compliments at the reptile. He sighed, already accepting defeat that Ajaw loves you more than him. He's literally Ajaw's owner! You met Ajaw for a few days and won him over.

Kinich walked out to his bedroom. You didn't hear his footsteps fading as you were busy talking to Ajaw. By the time you noticed, he was already gone.

"You're not sulking are you?" You asked, closing the door behind you.

Kinich scoffed, "No. I'm just a bit sad."

He was sitting on his gaming chair, his eyes glued on his computer as he was typing on his keyboard loud. It was amusing to see Kinich acting this way. You smiled mischievously, approaching him. "Jealous he likes me?"

"..."

"Yeah." He stopped typing, shifting his chair to face you. "I am jealous."

"..."

You hesitated, walking back slowly. His tall figure towering you until your back touches the wall. Your jaw clenched as you squirmed slowly. "Just didn't expect you to... Say that." You muttered under your breath.

"I'm being honest." He replied bluntly, just like how he was always taught. His right arm was caging you. He pursed lips subtlety, barely even an inch.

He whispered, his voice was thick and unsteady. "You always tease me, even on calls. Am I that soft target for you to tease every time?"

Every little banter, the friendly chaffing you joked around always made the two of you smile. You had that natural jester in you, cracking up jokes that everyone loves— bringing up a bright smile on their faces.

"Did I say anything that offend you?" You asked as your fingers fidget. Afraid you did something too far or over the line.

Kinich leaned closer, his veiled glance watching your figure. "No."

Your heart flutters. His eyes soften as his lips curled up. He gently took your hand, caressing your smooth skin. His yellow-green eyes tells you that he wasn't sure but wanted this. You put your hand on his shoulder, your eyes already telling him the answer. You wanted this too.

The air felt thick. The silence stretched, humming with things neither of them dared to say. You noticed everything— how close he was to you, the warmth radiating off his skin, the way his eyes flickered to you and lingered. His thumb brushed slightly against yours, a small motion, like he was testing the waters. He leaned in slowly. You followed.

A shift of weight, drawing you two closer. One breath away. Slowly, closing your eyes. You felt his lips on yours. His hand slowly caressing your cheek. The tension grew even thicker. Your lips danced, you slowly deepened the kiss. You felt his hand into your hair, holding you delicately— fingers touching your scalp at the crown of your head. His other hand on your hip that was above his, holding its dear life like you're porcelain.

His tongue nibbling onto your lips, requesting for an invitation. You let him in, allowing him to explore and taste every inch. You grasped on his shoulders— arms shaking from the adrenaline rush. You pulled away, seeing the string of saliva between you two, you blushed. Kinich opened his eyes, panting from holding his breath, and his arms around you. His ears slightly turning red.

"Are you okay?" He asked tentatively, a nervous tinge in his tone.

"Yeah, I am..." You replied softly.

You feel his thumb caressing your cheek. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't do this. Can't help it..." He apologized. His eyes showing regret, but burning with with desire.

You shook your head. "Don't... I want it too."

Kinich smiled, smashing his lips back to yours. Instinctively, your body arches up against his. His body was pressed down against yours. Every time one of either of you pulled back to breathe, the other leaned back in for more. The kiss was juvenile and inexperienced, yelling desperate and needy.

His thigh shoved between yours. His hand went down from your hips to your thigh. For the next second, suddenly he was on top of you on his bed. Your thighs clenched as his straddled you. He peppered a few kisses in the crevice of your neck, then moving down to your collarbone. You groaned, bringing your hands up slowly to his head of hair and threaded your fingers into his hair.

"Kinich..."

How are you so beautiful and incredibly sexy at the same time? What is he doing and why does it feels so good? Do you want this too?You said you want it. He wanted to make you feel good. His lips were firmly latched on your pulse, no doubt he's leaving a mark.

His breath shudders as you cried out his name. His entire body just trembles, he felt painfully hard. Your names spills from his lips, like a desperate prayer. You raised your hips, begging for movement and friction.

"Sh-shit..." He groaned, breath tickling your ear. His forceful fingers dig into your hips, controlling your movements against his clothed erection. You rolled your hips desperately, feeling his every ridge.

"Kinich... Please—" You muttered. The next second you felt his hands squeezed your thighs before pressing you on his hard bulge. He takes a moments to latch his mouth on your skin, desperate making you mewl and moan. Every gasp and squeal you let out, he grinds his hips against yours.

You feel so, so good.

He couldn't stop.

His body moved on his own, going after that it desired. His pants was incredibly tight and wet with precum. He needed more. "Can we... Please...?" He looks at you. Eyes pleading softly. "I can't hold on... Please..."

You nodded. You badly need him too. Your hips squirmed, slowly humping and rubbing on the bulge. Your wet cunt were soaking your shorts, damping his trousers with a loud squelch. He gently lifts your shirt off, unclipping the bra, tossing them to the floor. You helped him take his shirt off, moving your legs away as you pulled his trousers.

"You wanted more right?" You asked, meeting his eyes. The way your hands run through his hair made his head spin. You made him lay on the bed, with you on top settling on his lap. You continued to grind on his wet bulge, rubbing your clit on the tip.

Kinich bit his lips, unable to hold back his suppressed groans. His hands around your waist, holding you gently as you grind down. "Sit on my face..." He breathed out, barely a whisper. "Please... I want to taste you." He said, voice cracking. "Please..."

Before you could answer, he lifts you up effortlessly, after pulling your shorts away, and traps your knees between his face. You could feel a gush of cold air as he spreads your legs.

"Fuck, you're already so wet... It's dripping." His words made you ache more, you clenched onto nothing. You grabbed the bed frame when he pulled your panties to the side and spreads your lips apart.

"Mmh! More!" Your back arched as he gave a long lick. The obscene wet sounds, deep, pleased vibration of his throat. He was savoring you. Tongue curling just right, lips dragging in a way that makes your hips twitch. His tongue slides in deeper, his nose nudging your clit.

You gasped out his name. Your arms tremble against bed frame, your hands were loosing its grip. He was practically inhaling you! His thigh shook as his hands gripped onto your plushy thighs. His tongue moving across your lips and pussy, earning him a knot in the pit of your tummy.

"Gah— Mmm... I'm close—! Gonna cum!" You squealed and grabbed onto his hair. Eyes shut, chest heaving, toes curled up, back arching, and hips twitching. Your thighs closing, squeezing his face.

You tried to get up but failed as he brought you back down, rolling his tongue. He inhaled your juices before your body shook with ecstacy.

Your body trembles as you creamed on his face. Your mind was hazy, couldn't register what Kinich mumbled under you. Your body jolted from your orgasm.

"Fuuuuccckkk..." He dragged out. His lips and face were coated and glowing.

Kinich lifted you up, making you sit on his lap. He wipes your sweat, making you feel comfortable. Your chest tightens as he brushed your hair away. The warmth fills the room. Your chest flutters with a tingling sensation.

"Thanks..." You murmured, feeling shy all of the sudden. "You okay?" You asked, noticing his swollen lips.

"I'm good." He answers.

Your hands landed on his broad chest. His breath hitches as you straddled him, caging him. His eyes never leaving yours, filled with arousal, red painting his cheeks. He was still hard, inside his boxers leaking under your wet cunt. You leaned closer to his ear, whispering softly. "It's my turn."

Your hands slowly goes under, unravelling and undressing his lower parts, pulling his boxers. His hips raised, helping you take them off. You kissed him softly, distracting him from your hands.

You gave him small languid pumps, your cold thumb and fingers touching his leaking tip, massaging it. You teased him for bit, pinching his hot skin. His voice was shaky, begging you to continue.

"Please, don't stop..." He said between your kisses.

You broke the kiss and buckled your hips, positioning your thighs between him. You threw off your panties and used your hand to guide his tip below your weeping cunt.

His hand stopped you. "Let's take it slow." Kinich said softly, leaning down as he spreads your legs wider. You nodded as you bit your lips under that foreign sensation. "O-okay."

He slowly slides a finger in, rubbing his index finger. "Ah! Nhhgh! N-not so hard..." You kept at least an eye open, watching him curiously finger you. Your body is heating up. You pant like a dog in heat. Your gaze on him was fierce, eager with desire. The way your breath stutters when he pumped his finger in. You felt his finger curled up inside, which you arched and moaned loudly in response. "Ki—!"

"Shh..." Kinich shushed you. He adds another finger, scissoring and stretching you out. The way he pumps and ruthlessly thrusts his fingers inside your clenching hole, sending you into cloud nine. You teared up from the pleasure; whining and moaning for more.

Your mewls, moans, whines are getting higher every second. Legs spread out, hips twitching as he hit another good spot. Kinich enjoyed this side of you; all spread out, pussy clenching on him, eyes rolling back to heaven as your sweet juices flowed out to his hand. Toes curled up at the erupting feeling. You felt a knot forming, this time you recognized it. "Coming!" You yelped.

His hand were drenched, each finger were coated. You watched him licked them before switching positions, your back on the sheets.

His hand gently swipes the damp strands of hair off your forehead, kissing your temple lovingly. "Hold onto my shoulders if you need. I promise I'll be gentle. I promise."

"Just the tip..." He said, assuring you.

Kinich grabs his cock at the base, hips flushed with yours and starts rubbing his tip on your pussy lips. You whined, wanting more. You pulled your head back, feeling his cock head rubbing your clit. Kinich sucks in a breath, clenching his fist. He slows down, causing you desperately beg him.

Kinich slowly pushed his blunt head pressing into you, sliding past your folds. You swallowed a moan as you felt the stretch, savoring the feeling.

He moved his hips, grinding and pushing his cock head in and out. It felt too good. Every thrust had brought you closer to the edge. His breath is shaky. Lips bitten raw as he tries to suppress the moans that want to escape him.

"You're soaking wet," he murmured.

Kinich pulls out again to your frustration, you're moaning so much as he rubs his cock on your folds again, faster. His mind blank, gasping as he pushes his tip past your folds, re-entering your dripping hole with a squelch, before pulling out again. You mewl at the emptiness, your hips bucking.

"It's okay. You're doing so great. I got'chu. Just relax." He whispers, hands rubbing soothing circles on your hip when you let out a high pitched moan.

"C-can you just, stick it in?" He watched you shocked. "Are you sure...?" He asked, making sure you actually wanted it.

By the time you said yes, he slowly slides in. He makes sure you're comfortable enough— by plastering kisses, praising you for doing so well, letting you dig your nails onto his back, doesn't matter if it hurts him as long you're comfortable.

He's so big, you can't help but winced as his thick cock stretches you out— the feeling foreign and something you didn't expect. Still, you take a deep breath and focus on his voice; low and comforting.

"Good girl, you're taking me so well. You're doing amazing sweetheart." He's halfway now, pausing to let you adjust as he throbs inside you. Just by looking at the way your bodies are connected is almost enough to make him cum on the spot.

"Pain is starting to go away? Then let's get the hard part out of the way, yeah? I'm going in deeper again but stop me if it's too much."

Your breathing has steadied, the pain slowly subsiding as a warm, pleasurable sensation grows in its place.

"You alright? Need more time?" Kinich felt how your body was slowly accepting him so he took a slight risk. He pushes in again but this time with the intent to go deeper than before. You tense up again and crying out his name.

"It's okay, I'll stop. Take your time." He whispers softly, watching you attentively.

"No, no... It's just... an uncomfortable feeling, but it's starting to go away." You wrapped your arms around his back for comfort.

This goes on for a while until he's fully inside, waiting for you to adjust to his size. "Okay... I'm ready."

His cock slid out of you again and with gentle force, he pushes in even deeper causing you both to groan. You felt a shock of pain and pleasure within your legs but refused to stop at this point.

On the other hand, he was trying his best not to cum already. He whimpered softly as he forces himself to calm down before he could orgasm prematurely. Sweat beads formed on his forehead and falls down onto your chest.

Kinich slides out of you again and presses back into the same spot within your walls, causing you to arch off the bed and cry out. While there was still a pain within you, it was numbing off into an aching sense of pleasure. You scratch his back as more cries fall from your lips while he continues to go in and out, his thrusts is deeper each time.

"Go scratch me, mark me, make me yours." He gasps out. Every movement he made felt like a battle with his body to not lose himself inside. You're so warm, like a pillow hugging him.

You gasp at that, eyes wide and your pupils blown out— getting lidded with your lips open. Kinich was going to hold himself back and not say all of it, but how the fuck could he not when it's you, when you look like this. So vulnerable and cute.

"Spread your legs a little wider, darling." He exhaled and you obediently followed his needs.

"Hmm, you're so tight around me. Clenching and clinging. We hardly did anything and you're already so damped." He said it confidently like how he learned it in adult websites and books. It says it will arouse your partner more, making the intimacy an experience.

His cock twitch a little, he's close. His thrusts were getting sloppier, less rhythmic and more desperate as he chased for every ridge and vein in your heat. He groaned once more, feeling your tight warm walls around him. He felt ecstatic, loss of words on how good you feel.

You let out a high pitched moan as his thumb rubs your clit, giving for stimulation. "Ah, Kinich— fuck! Haaak, hnng!"

His thumb flicks faster. You're dizzy, your thighs were quivering. Your chest heaving as you writhe under him. You could feel another orgasm approaching, a tight knot forming in your tummy. "Hnngh, aahk, goooood..." You sobbed.

You could his cock twitching inside, he's close. You held him closer, not letting him go. Tears streamed down your cheek as you sobbed. "Ah, where... f-fuck— should I... Ngh, cum?"

"Hngh, please *hiccup* inside..."

"Are you sure?"

Finally with a sharp cry, you broke apart. You can feel your walls spasming around him with your release, wet and gushing over his cock. He hisses when you clamp down around him, thrusting deeper and rutting until he shudders inside you, spilling hot and thick ropes of cum while his teeth sink into your neck.

He wipes your tears as you catch you breath. His cock still inside you. Kinich grabbed some tissues to clean you up. "It's okay. You did great." He said softly.

You're not sure how much time had passed. You're hot and sticky, all of your muscles scream at you, clearly overused. Kinich is still nestled inside of you, his length softening but his hips still stutter as he overstimulates himself.

When you relaxed, Kinich gently pulls out. He took more tissues and wiped the excess liquid. He gave you a soft smile, "I'll grab water for you. Just rest here."

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And that's for part 3! I also have a separate Kinich smut one shot coming right up! Actually, there were more after that but I can't think of anything. I wanted to add the yearning and mutual pining part, the romantic tension, the comedy, and the typical fanfic plot. I'll do when I feel like it. Hopefully you guys enjoy the smut, I literally did research and rewrite quite a few times. 😭

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You're laying on your bed. Thoughts running here and there. Questions appeared one after another. You're a guy and it's the same guy you saw in music room. How did it even happened? You remembered falling into the lake by a big dog.

You watched the doors slammed open, revealing a tall woman with orange-red hair. She wore a leather suit with latex gloves.

"Are you okay? I heard you fell into a lake." She examined your arms and body.

You nodded. She sighed in relief. She took another glance before going out to settle your discharge.

You began to rummage through the backpack to at least find some information about this guy. You found a phone and a wallet. You took the ID card out. Kinich Malipo. 18 years old, okay your age that's good. You took his phone, unlocking it by face recognition.

You were bombarded by hundreds of messages. You replied to each of them, telling each you're okay and there's nothing serious. News travel fast. You noticed a reminder on his phone. It says stream at 8 PM. So he's a streamer? That's new.

You can't help to look through his socials. You grew curious about him, especially his streaming life. You strolled through his feed to see hundreds of posts about his gaming setup, food, pictures of places, skies, and a chameleon? What's a chameleon doing there? You saw so much pictures about that chameleon on his feed. Must be his pet? That's strange. People often go for a dog or cat. You shook that thought off until you came across a selfie, which is the most liked post. 10 millions likes? How crazy famous is that streamer? It's just a selfie and caption is just 'thanks for 7 millions followers'. That post was just 2 weeks ago!

You can't help but got curious to see the comments. You brave yourself to see what kind of comments he encounters daily.

"Kinich the GOAT"

"Face card never declines"

"The way I lick my screen immediately"

"one chance pls"

"LOOK AT THAT MAJESTICAL FACE! YOU DEFINITELY WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THAT LOOK!"

"gaming skills and face card are on par... I'm jealous"

That's cute. He receives compliments daily. You laughed softly. He does look good. Not bad actually. You went through his highlights; just a bunch of promotions he did, photo dumps, clips from his streams, and cooking shows? He does cooking show for his viewers? You didn't expect him to be such a good cook. He even made Saurian Hunter's Reward!

Your stomach growled from hunger. You can't help yourself! It looks too good! Wait, you need to find your body! Since this Kinich guy fell into a lake (you did too), then your body should be in this hospital too!

You quick got up from your bed. Leaving everything in place and tried not to make it seem suspicious. You quietly walked out of your room and slowly checked each room to see your name. Each room has the patient's name displayed on a board, so definitely it has to be there.

Ah there it is! You slide the door open, hoping to see your body. At last, you saw yourself look through your backpack.

"Excuse me..." You softly said, loud enough for 'you' to hear.

'You' looked up. Eyes widen. Hands stopped as you walked forward. You scratched you nape, feeling strange seeing yourself in another's eyes.

"Are you, by chance, Kinich Malipo?" You shot an awkward smile and hoped it's you got the right person.

"Yes, you're...?" Hearing your voice from another's ears feels weird. You were used to hearing it on your own but from others, it sounded slightly different. You said your name— introducing yourself— also explaining the situation.

"I suppose we switched bodies from the lake." Kinich voiced as 'his' thumb and index finger held 'his' chin.

"I guess we have to be stuck like this for a while. I hope it'll be over soon." You sighed.

"Me too. We need to plan efficiently. Let's meet tomorrow. I'll text you the details." Kinich rejoined.

You two established a plan. Just lay low until tomorrow. Pretend to be each other so nobody suspects a thing out of you. Hopefully it'll go smoothly.

You returned back to your room before the orange-red haired lady comes back with a receipt. She grabbed your bag, insisting that you need to rest and suggesting you shouldn't overwork yourself. On the car ride back home, it was quiet and deafening. Her eyes were fixed on the road. No radio, no songs, not even a hum(?). You watched the view outside the window to beat the silence.

Once you reached home, the lady began to take off her shades. She spoke with eloquence, giving you 3 instructions;

1. Heat up the stew she made.

2. Feed Ajaw.

3. Lock the door.

You presumed that she would not be home because she left you at the porch. You turned around and froze. This house is magnificent. You couldn't recognize the streets because you were occupied by your thoughts. The streets literally gave out the most obvious answer! This kid is disgustingly wealthy.

You twisted the door open. The smell of leaves and musky wood filles your nostrils. The lights automatically switched on. The show keeping room. You took of your shoes. The next room was a family room with sofas, a large carpet on the resin floor, a large coffee table on the centre, and walls filled with paintings. You walked past the room, walking right into the living room. You furrowed your brows. The room before wasn't the living room? You saw hall way to the kitchen and the stairs.

You walked up the stairs, another hall way with 2 doors. You opened the door on your right. It looks like a forest. The room was designed like a forest. There's a huge cage with branches inside. You saw the yellow chameleon. This must be Ajaw. You recalled the instructions. You looked around the room to see if there's any labelled containers or boxes for food. Luckily there's a container labelled Ajaw's food. You used a tweezer to pick up a worm and placed it near Ajaw. The chameleon quickly ate it and pointed his tail towards the box, demanding more. A hungry fella.

You went to the other room. Finally you found his bedroom! You got drained out from the tour you put yourself in. You put your backpack on your sofa and laid on bed.

"Finally!" You sighed and relaxed on the soft bed.

You sat up, remembering the most important thing and it's showering! But you're in a boy's body! How could you take a bath in someone's else body? At first you thought of getting it over but the thought of him seeing your naked body is embarrassing.  You decided to respect his privacy.

Your phone ring as a message had popped up. It was from Kinich using your number of course. (It's not like you two can switch your phone).

Kinich (from your phone): I have a problem to address.

You: me too...

Kinich: I'll say mine. I'm sure it's the same.

Kinich: It's showering. I respect your body and your privacy. I assure you that I am NOT creepy or perverted.

You: yeah, that's what i'm thinking about

You: maybe we could try closing our eyes? wearing a blindfold could prevent unwanted incidents

Kinich: That's some good suggestions. I'll try that.

Kinich: I hope you do the same too. Let's respect our boundaries.

You: 👍

You found a long headband. This can be your blindfold. You opened the door to your bathroom, memorizing each corner and the whole set up. You tied the headband tightly so it wouldn't slip off.

That bath went smoothly without an issue. You finsihed your bath and wore the pyjamas. Everything else was fine. No body problems.

Ding!

Kinich: Do I have to wear a bra?

You: (you say your answer because it's subjective)

Kinich sent a 👍 to your message

Kinich: Tmr, 5 AM at the park. Is that okay?

You: nope, will be there tmr

Kinich: G'night.

You: you too

You arrived at the park using a car form the garage. You waited at the lake. You even brought extra clothes and a towel so no one would see 2 drenched teenagers at the park in the middle of 5 AM.

"You're early," Kinich said.

"Yeah, I want to get it over with." You replied.

You were about to jump in before Kinich pulled you away. "Let's discuss first."

You recalled the events before the fall. "I was just walking here until a big dog pushed me."

"I slipped off and fell into it."

You crossed your arms. "Do you suggest we should redo it? How are we supposed to find a big dog to push us in?"

"I used to trains dogs before. Let's find one right now." Kinich said as he grabbed 'your' wrist.

It wasn't too long before you two found a stray dog. It was resting on the soft grass. Kinich slowly approached it. The dog noticed him and began standing up. The dog hesitated before skipping its way towards him.

"I brought him treats. Don't worry." Kinich said as he pets the dog.

It was a miracle that the dog is able to understand what Kinich taught him after 5 tries. You found a stone that's big enough to trip on and place it in a way that you'll fall into the water.

"Okay, when I'll whistle when the dog pushed me and you'll trip on the rock." Kinich said. You nodded, hoping the plan would rock.

The dog raced towards Kinich. He blew a whistle and you immediately tripped on that rock, resulting you two falling into the lake at the same time.

It felt like forever when you two submerged into the water. The dog somehow knows how to swim and rescued you two. You coughed the water out, you body feels cold, and your ears had this slight raining noise. You looked over at Kinich. He was panting as 'his' face was facing the ground while you were laying on the ground.

"It didn't work..." He mumbled.

You sighed, "We tried. Let's dry up." You two went to the parking lot. You opened the trunk of 'your' car and wrapped a towel around you. Kinich did the same too (you have a car). The dog followed you two and wagged his tail. You smiled and pet him softly.

"He's surprisingly talented for a stray." You commented.

You could see a small smile forming on 'his' lips. He chuckled, "Yeah. You should call Ifa. His family are vets."  You nodded and texted this Ifa guy.

After changing, there was a moment of silence. You watched Kinich zoning out. Probably thinking another way to resolve this issue. The sun was rising. The birds started to chirp.

"Do you want to go out and have a chat?" You asked.

Kinich looked at you, "For?"

"We have to live like this so it's better to learn about ourselves. Better to not be suspicious." You suggested.

Kinich nodded. "Lead the way."

You smiled, "I know a place."

You brought the dog with you and drove to one of the pet friendly cafe. You got a table with a view beside you. The dog looked at your with starry eyes as you ordered breakfast for you and the dog. Kinich ordered some Saurians crackers and regular pancakes.

"Okay, let's start with the basics." You started as you took your phone out.

You typed down family and friends on the notes app. You listened carefully to Kinich as he talked about his family.

"I have an adoptive mother. Call her Miss Mavuika. She's a commander from the military. I have a pet chameleon. His name is Ajaw. I got him 2 years ago."

"As for friends, I have a few. Mualani, Ororon, Ifa, Varesa are my closest."

You asked him about his schedules, habits, preferences, and school. He answered to each respectively. He continued to talk about how he wakes up everyday (on school days) at 5 AM to work out then bath. Breakfast around 6 AM, brush teeth, pack for school, and feed Ajaw morning snack. After school, he would go for his rock climbing club for practice. Then he would return home for cool down and relax.

"I have to do that?" You asked.

"Yes. I need the strength for rock climbing." Kinich answered.

Then he talks about his habits where he's just a quiet and blunt guy. He prefers to have a well structured plan rather than going with the flow. As for his school life, he explained how he just have to maintain high grades as he is one of the top 10 in the school.

It was now your turn. You talked about your family— your father is an engineer from a big company and your mother is a HR manager of another large cooperate. You're just an only child that is passionate about music. A violin prodigy and the nation's representative violist. You teach children about music and playing the violin.

Your routine consists of studying for 2 hours, shower, breakfast, prepare for school, and school. Every after school you would either attend your music academy to teach or return home to study more. Basically a lot of violin and studying. You also told Kinich that you're the top student in school so he has to maintain it until graduation (you've been the valedictorian since you entered).

"Any questions?" You asked Kinich.

"Are you always a walking zombie your whole life? Studying and playing the violin. That's it?" Kinich scoffed.

You choked on your saliva, "Excuse me? I have a reputation to uphold."

Kinich rose a brow at you. "Me too."

"I get it now. You're a sassy guy." You taunt as you crossed your arms.

"Sassy? Me? Nonsense." Kinich laughed.

You shrugged it off. The server had arrived with your meals. You gave the dog his meal as his ears perked up from excitement.

After sending the dog to the vet, you went back home. You figured his mother is still away since the house is quiet. You recalled what Kinich had said to you.

"You have to stream today. I'll send you the details about it."

You sat on the gaming chair, switched on the monitors, set up the stream, and the chat flooded in like a tsunami. You waited for Kinich's instructions as he said he'll be monitoring. You made sure the microphone and the web cam are switched off.

"Just try to keep it cool. The viewers wouldn't notice the subtle change. Just play an indie game and talk about life but I'll tell you what to say." You nodded.

As the clock hit 9 AM, you started the stream by greeting the viewers as you waved at the camera. The chat has thousands of messages, you couldn't read a single word from it.

"Don't worry. I'm doing fine." You said calmly.

"We're just gonna play this game called Coffee Talk and we're just going to chat."

You opened the app then a donation came with a question.

"What happened yesterday?" It asked. You thought for a while. Then Kinich sent a message to you.

You read what he said. "Something personal came up last night. Don't worry. It's not bad."

Another donation requesting an Ajaw update. You took 'your' phone and found a picture taken yesterday. You proudly showed it to the audience. However, there was a notification from Kinich and it was already too late.

The chat exploded. Posts and tweets about your phone notification blew up. Donations from your viewers specifically asking who messaged you.

The thing is that you and Kinich exchanged numbers the day you met (aka switched) and you specifically said to put his name on your phone, so you put yours in his. Kinich also explained that he does talk about his friends, never anything else.

So the message from 'him' has gathered so much attention all over social media, like how a famous celebrity got caught in a scandal.

Famous streamer Kinich has a secret girlfriend!?

You panicked as you saw questions popping up after another. All of them were asking about this mysterious girl contacting you. You tried to play it cool and tried to excuse it as a friend. However they were not buying it. They claimed the message seemed to intimate to be platonic.

How is saying good job intimate!?

You tried clarifying. Repeating the famous 4 words. "She's just a friend." Your audience were not believing it. "That's what every guys said before falling in love."

Kinich apologized to you in text and he said just let them be because any persuasion isn't working. You sighed and told the viewers they won.

"Told you he has a girlfriend this whole time!"

"Sometimes he talks about her"

"Definitely"

"Where?"

"His most recent cooking show"

You read the comments silently. You sighed in defeat (again). You cleared 'your' voice, pretending to cough. "Enough about this."

"Someone's shy~"

"This is fun"

You immediately switched the camera and the mic off. You called Kinich, frantically throwing questions at him on what to do because the viewers wouldn't listen.

"Help me!" You whined, almost at the brick of crashing out. "Has this happened to you? You're so causal about it."

Kinich replied calmly. "No. It's funny how they think I'm a lonely loser who can't pull and were genuinely surprised."

"I thought you talk about your friends?" You asked.

"Yeah, just on the surface. They never text me during streams unless I did." Kinich answered. On the other side of the screen, he was doing your strict violin routine. He was struggling on getting his fingers used to the strings.

"..." You paused, hesitant on what else to say. "You... You set me up!" You stammered.

"Did I?"

"You definitely did."

In the middle of the day, your— more like Kinich's— friends texted you about the supposedly girlfriend reveal on your stream. There were videos and screenshots of it all over the internet.

Mualani, a friend of his, was overjoyed when she heard the news. She kept saying that she thought Kinich would die alone because he is rarely the romantic type. "This is so unexpected of you."

Ifa, another friend of his was beyond shocked when he heard it. He thought 'you' would just work and sleep for your whole life. He congratulated you for having someone. So did Ororon and Varesa.

Your eyes widen, your fingers tapped on the screen fast to clarify the misunderstanding of the news. You tried to reason out and insisted it was because they wouldn't listen.

"Okay Kinich"

"Whatever you say"

"I'm not buying it"

"This is juicy"

What are you doing to do?

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