⚘ Accidentally kissing reader

⚘ A bet for your heart (Hikaru & Kaoru)

⚘ Looking prettier with a smile in your face

⚘ Dating Hikaru & Kaoru

30. Cousin

Kaoru was peacefully working in his room, perched on the floor, when the chaos incarnate entered. 

“My cousin is coming–” Y/n burst through the door (without knocking. again) as soon as she got off the phone with her mother, who informed her that her cousin would be coming, and since her parents weren’t home, she was asked to host her. “–the one that didn’t make it to the wedding."

At this point, Kaoru was done pointing out this habit. He gave an annoyed look at her outburst. He did notice that now she crashed the door only in case of emergencies. Still, he would appreciate if she didn’t break in at all. “Well, good for you… If I remember right, you haven’t seen them in a while.”

“We need a plan,” she began seriously, hopping up on his bed and turning to face him. “On how we act while they’re here.”

“Sure we’ll get there,” he rubbed his temple, giving her a resigned look, ‘she just welcomed herself in…’ “Since you’re here… do you have a kimono to attend a formal event?”

“I do…” she said, pondering on where she put it. “Oh, right– they’re back at home. Should I get them?”

“Just go buy a new one,” he stated. “You’ll need a few.”

“New ones just for one classy-traditional party? Feels like a waste,” she brushed him off. Money is a luxury she’s not wasting on articles of clothing she has.

“And it’s not a waste when you buy random things that you see,” he raised his eyebrows at her, judging her budgeting skills.

“They’re essential,” she objected.

“I had a feeling you’d say that…” he said, grabbing something from the nearby drawer. “So here,” he held out his credit card towards her.

…….....

Y/n stared at it…. Then slid off the bed, landing in front of him. “Why… are you holding your card?”

“Take it and buy the clothes,” he said, acting as if he occasionally handed his fake wife his credit card.

“You could’ve just bought one yourself.” She could not believe her eyes.

“I wasn’t sure which one you’d like. It’s better if you choose yourself,” he said casually.

This was suspicious. Too suspicious– “You’re not planning on holding it over me are you?”

“Why would I even do that?!” he exclaimed, losing his composure.

“Well, my father gave me his card once and used it to guilt-trip me that they provide for me, yet I don’t listen–”

“I would never!” he cut her off quickly. He was bothered by the fact that she had to go through that and that she could accuse him of that.

“You’re really giving this to me? For free??” Y/n said, cautiously eyeing the card. Nevertheless she took it. 

“Yes, it’s for the arrangement after all, as we need to be maintaining an image. Use this however you please– without making me bankrupt,” he stated firmly, raising a finger.

Y/n held it up in the air, her eyes practically sparkling. “Never have I imagined something like this would fall into my hands…” she muttered. Beaming, she whipped her head towards Kaoru and blurted. “I love you!”

………

……..

Kaoru just sat there with a blank face, processing what she said…..

“What… you’re not planning on taking it back, are you?” she said, quickly hiding the card in her pocket at the complicated look on his face.

“Don’t just casually say such things,” he said, trying to fight the heat creeping across his face even though he knew she didn’t mean anything by it.

“Why not? I said it cuz I’m happy,” she said thinking nothing of it.

“Do you just randomly say that to other people?” 

“Not any people. I’ve said it to Chihiro and Nanaka before and Koyomi. There’s nothing wrong with that,” she said, bringing out the card to admire it.

The realization of being sibling-zoned without even doing anything just came to Kaoru. He brushed the thought off, clearing his throat, “Anyway, make sure not to go and buy a whole library with this… or random trinkets.”

“What do you take me for?” She made a mock offended look. “As I was saying, we need an emergency plan.”

“What exactly is the emergency plan?” 

“We need to—” she cleared her throat, “—figure out how to look like we share a room. Believably.”

“We did share a room at your parents,” he began. “I’m never sleeping in the same bed with you again.” He is not planning on subscribing himself as a free pillow.

“You don’t understand,” she stopped him. “It’s my cousin. She’d see right through our facade the moment she steps foot through the door.”

“We pretend harder?”

“We remove all evidence that we sleep in different rooms,” she slapped her palms together.

Step 1– Share a room.

Kaoru stood in Y/n’s doorway with his arms crossed, appraising the chaos that she calls her room.

Building models, drafting boards, empty instant ramen cups forming a shrine on her desk. And an A0 blueprint taped to the wall that literally said BEAM DESIGN TO CRUSH MY ENEMIES, which he’s going to pretend he didn’t see.

“Are you going to help me move my things?” she said, looking up at him. They planned to move her things to his room, the first step in making it appear to her cousin that they’re happily married. "Also… why do I have to shift? You could've moved in here." Y/n says.

“Your room's a garbage dump. How do you expect me to move in here?” he said, giving the pile of mess a look. “You’re not planning on taking all of these, are you?” Kaoru gestured at the books and papers.

“Didn’t we agree to move my things?”

“I meant your personal bedroom things—” he quickly added. “Not that… do not bring that mess of your academic things inside my room,” he pointed to her scattered books and papers.

“You should've clarified it,” she said, grabbing her pillow, blanket, and the cat from the table.

She was stopped by Kaoru at the door.

“What now?”

“Keep that here,” he pointed at the cat dangling underneath her arm.

“Louie can’t sleep alone,” she said, cradling her cat.

“He’s a cat–” he stated as if that explained everything.

“Yes,” she replied, nodding seriously. “A social creature.”

“He sleeps eighteen hours a day.”

“Lonely ones sleep more,” she shot back immediately.

Louie let out a small, pitiful meow, burying his face into her shoulder like a tragic orphan.

“See? He agrees,” she said, adjusting the blanket and the cat in her arms.

Kaoru stared at the cat. Then at her. Then up at the ceiling like his patience was evaporating.

“And you,” she countered, stepping out of the room anyway, “are supposed to be accommodating my emotional needs if you want to appear to be a doting husband.” She paused, then added sweetly, “That includes my cat.”

Louie stretched a paw outward, landing it on Kaoru’s sleeve. The cat kneaded once.

Y/n smiled triumphantly. “Look at that. He’s bonding.”

Kaoru let out a resigned sigh, knowing clearly well that the cat controls the household, but his owner is too blind to see. “He enters only when you go to sleep, and he stays in a corner.”

“Deal,” she said, skipping out with the cat and her things.

Step 2– small habits

They sat across from each other on the low table like diplomats preparing to sign a treaty.

“We need to make up small habits,” Y/n said as she skimmed through a book.

“Small habits?” Kaoru repeated. “Like how you leave your skateboard lying around and end up tripping on it—”

“That was one time!” she glared at him. “And no. If we’re going to be convincing, we need… habits.”

“You mean act like I do when we see your friends?”

“This will be different–” she began. “This is my cousin we’re talking about who’ll observe us in the close proximity of this house. Besides, they can’t keep a secret. The moment they get drunk, they’ll let everything out.”

“What do you suggest we do aside from hand holding and acting affectionately?”

“Okay, I’ve got resources,” she said, closing the book and putting it on the table. “Couples have… patterns.”

“Patterns,” he repeated.

“Yeah. Unspoken stuff,” she continued. “Like knowing each other’s routines. Finishing each other’s sentences. Complaining together.”

“Complaining I can do,” he said immediately.

“Unfortunately,” she muttered. “Also,” she went on, “inside jokes. Nothing obvious. Just… looks.”

“Looks,” he repeated, wary.

“You know,” she said, glancing at him sideways. “When someone says something ridiculous and you just look at your partner like, ‘can you believe this?’”

He considered this, then nodded once. “That’s effective...”

Then she went straight to the actual stuff. “Married couples should do things like spontaneous forehead kisses.”

“Spontaneous—” Kaoru was speechless.

“Scheduled forehead kisses then?” she tried again, realizing he was not going to agree.

“Why not we act like the couple who doesn’t show affection in the presence of a third party,” he suggested instead.

“Hmm, that works,” she said thoughtfully. “If no physical affection… then how about sharing desserts with one spoon?” she proposed.

“No–” he immediately shot her down.

“Feeding each other bites?”

“No. Where are you even getting these ideas?”

“This,” she held up the book.

“A romance novel??” He couldn’t believe this, but knowing her, this shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

“What’s with that look?”

“What on earth made you think you’d get decent ideas in there?” he said, rubbing his temple.

“Look Kaoru,” she set the novel aside. “Did you ever have a girlfriend?”

“I did.”

Y/n looked at him like this was news.

“What? I had a life when I was in college,” he explained seeing her stare.

“Okay…” she said. ‘Not that he had any business sharing this with me.’ “Did you ever live with said girlfriend who’s cousin will be coming to stay with you for a night?”

“No…”

“Then,” she reached for the novel and held it up. “I suggest we let the pros handle this.”

“I have a hard time finding faith in a book that tells us to share a spoon?” he glared at the novel.

“This is a popular novel. Ask Carla.”

He glared at her, ‘You can’t be serious.’

She stared back. ‘We don’t have a choice.’

“Does it suggest anything normal?” he finally said, with a reluctant sigh.

She hummed. “Here’s a subtle one. Brushing teeth together.”

“I am not engaging in synchronized dental hygiene.”

“But it’s domestic,” she argued. “Very convincing.”

“Next.” He dismissed that option.

“Leaving little notes for each other,” she said. “Like ‘Good luck today’ or ‘Don’t forget lunch.’”

He paused considering it. “That’s… acceptable.”

She smirked. “Writing that down. We leave notes purposefully that my cousin finds one.”

“Please don’t write anything that would traumatize them…”

She flipped the pages. “Oh. Apparently couples also steal each other’s clothes on purpose.”

“You stole my jacket last week,” he said pointedly.

“So let me—”

“You are wearing your own clothes when we greet your cousin–” he shot her down before she could finish that sentence. Her ideas were starting to drive him insane. “That’s enough,” he said finally.

“Enough of my expert research?”

“Yes,” he replied flatly. “If I hear one more suggestion involving desserts or dental activities, I will file for divorce.”

She laughed. “Okay, Mr. Practical. Enlighten me on what you think we should do.”

“We’ll keep it subtle. Things people don’t question.”

“Such as?” she prompted, leaning back on her hands.

“First,” he said, counting on his fingers, “we exist together.”

“Exist?” She mulled it over. Noted.”

“Second,” he continued, “Married couples adjust each other without asking. A crooked tie or a sleeve.”

Just like he had occasionally noticed others in business parties do.

He demonstrated by reaching out to fix her pendant that was facing the wrong way, his fingers brushing against her collarbone in the process. He froze when he realized he’d actually done it. “…Like that,” he said quickly, withdrawing his hand.

Y/n stared at him trying to figure out what just happened. “You just proved your own point–”

“Third,” he continued, ignoring that. “Casual physical contact. Passing touches. A hand at the back when navigating.”

“I feel like it would be a lot simpler to explain if we just forehead kissed each other and called it a day,” she said, dropping her forehead against the table.

He stared at her figure before finally calling out her name.

“Yeah?” She picked her head up to look at him.

He began after careful consideration. “Would you… feel comfortable kissing someone you’re not dating?”

She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Thought about it. Then dropped her forehead on the table with a loud thump, startling Kaoru.

She was silent for a few seconds, making him wonder if she had hurt her head.

“I don’t think so,” she finally said, suddenly feeling embarrassed that she even suggested that in the first place. She tried her best not to groan out in frustration, thinking of the time she impulsively kissed his cheek.

“So we stick to those,” he said. “Not whatever chaos you were proposing. We need something that shows we’re comfortable.”

“Yeah, makes sense,” she agreed.

Step 3 – Q/A

“My cousin is perceptive,” Y/n said solemnly. “We should anticipate questions.”

Kaoru nodded. “First, how we met.”

“Oh that’s easy—” she began.

“No illegal skating clubs,” he cut her off before she start.

“I wasn’t gonna!” she scowled at him. “But I do need to provide them with good tea.”

“We met through mutual acquaintances,” he stated. Just like they told everyone else.

She pouted. “That’s boring.”

“Boring is believable.”

“Okay...” she conceded. “Next question.”

“When did we start dating?” he said.

She leaned back, thinking. “Too long ago and it’s suspicious we hid it for this long. Too recent and it looks rushed.”

“Six months,” he decided. “Enough time to justify the situation.”

“Cool. We bonded over—”

“Shared interests,” he cut in.

“Skating??” she looked at him. She was sure he didn’t want his double life made public.

“Science,” he stated. “You study architectural engineering and I am an Ai calligrapher. We have common interests.”

She scribbled an imaginary note in the air. “Romantic.”

“Third,” he said, “who proposed first.”

She perked up. “Me.”

“No.”

“Why not? Technically I proposed the deal first.”

“Technically we’re faking this—” he gestured around. “And it would be inconsistent.”

“You proposed when my parents arranged my marriage to that bastard—” she proposed.

“That’s believable.”

“Next,” Y/n continued, “what we argue about.”

“Who would think to ask that?”

“It’s my cousin. It’s best to be prepared.”

“That cat,” he pointed to Louie who was lying on the floor beside the table with his limbs sprawled.

“Okay. And your work hours,” she added. She wanted to say his obsession with Carla but there was no way he’d agree.

“Acceptable,” he nodded.

Then Y/n smiled. “We’re so going to fool them, aren’t we?”

Kaoru smiled subtly. “Yes. As long as we remember our answers.”

Step 4 – Action

The front door swung open and Y/n’s cousin burst in. “Y/NNNNN!!” They tackled her in a hug and nearly knocked both of them backwards.

Kaoru stood there politely not knowing how to react to this. He had prepared for polite small talk, not WWE family reunion.

Y/n wheezed. “Hii— okay, I need my lungs, please.”

Her cousin released her only to scan Kaoru up and down. “So this is the husband,” they said.

Kaoru offered a respectful nod. “Yes. Sakurayashiki Kaoru. It’s a pleasure to meet—”

“Oh my god,” Cousin said, cutting him off. “She used to have posters of boys with your face shape all over her room in middle school. She literally has a type yet she insists she doesn't.”

Y/n on the other hand shut down, her soul leaving her body.

Kaoru turned slowly toward her. A very faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “…Is that so?” he asked in a suspiciously innocent tone.

Y/n shook her head fast. “No. No. Stop talking. Everyone stop talking.” He is definitely using that information later.

……..

They moved to the living room. Her cousin settled in comfortably, chatting animatedly. They asked the predictable questions so far.

Y/n and Kaoru sat side-by-side close enough to look natural.

Then her cousin leaned forward. “What’s the first thing you noticed about her?” they asked looking at Kaoru.

Kaoru calculated the answer. “Her laugh,” he said carefully.

Y/n looked between the two of them. ‘No… that’s too basic.’ She disapproved.

The cousin scoffed, “That’s all?”

Kaoru didn’t back down. He thought for a moment, looking back on her daily habits, patterns that are noticeable. Then he said it soft, offhandedly. “Her frown…. The little one she makes when she’s concentrating.”

This caught Y/n off guard. She stared at him waiting for him to explain further.

“You do this thing,” he continued, lifting one hand to shape the air, “where your eyebrows pull together in focus.” He spoke as if remembering a fond memory from the past. “I thought you’d get wrinkles with how hard you were frowning,” he finished with a smile directed at her that very much would have made him appear lovestruck if she didn’t know this was an act.

 Kaoru, on the other hand, didn't know when he memorized that little gesture, a trait Y/n herself never noticed. He realized he’d spoken too much. “It’s… recognizable,” he finished, turning his gaze away.

Her cousin looked between them with a look— ‘ohhh I see how it is.’

“Does she still sleep talk?” her cousin said out of nowhere.

“Sleeptalk?” he looked intrigued.

“I do not—” Y/n cut through.

“She once accused a lamp of eating her homework in her sleep,” the cousin said. “Very seriously.”

Kaoru turned toward her. “You… argue with furniture in your sleep?”

“It had aggressive lighting in my dream,” Y/n muttered. “And I was sleep deprived.”

Her cousin wasn’t done. “She also used to get lost. Constantly. Once she circled the same café three times and convinced herself it was following her.”

Kaoru folded his arms, nodding thoughtfully. “That explains several things.”

She had expected her cousin to bring out stories from their childhood but not to this extent. Seems like she had underestimated them. “Okay! I’m going,” she announced, already getting up to leave.

Kaoru reacted before she could leave. His hand reached out and caught her wrist, gently tugging her back until she flopped beside him again. “You haven’t seen your cousin in a while. Stay.” He was enjoying the stories.

Her cousin’s smile widened. “Yea, we got a lot of catching up to do–”

Y/n shot Kaoru a look that screamed betrayal. “You’re supposed to defend me.”

“I am,” he said, then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “— I haven’t told them what you’ve been up to here, have I?”

She huffed, glaring at him.

Her cousin clasped her hands together. “Where was I… Oh– Did you know,” she began, “that Y/n once cried because her favorite mug broke?”

“It is a sentimental mug!” Y/n protested, trying to squirm away again–

Only for Kaoru to slide his hand around her waist, keeping her from escaping. His posture shifted subtly as he angled toward her. “I think I know that mug.”

 “You do?” her cousin said.

“Is it a superglued cat mug?,” he continued. “She still uses it.”

Her cousin gasped. “He knows!”

“Stop exposing me,” Y/n groaned, voice muffled as she hid her face in Kaoru’s upper arm. Her fist thumped lightly against his side, more in protest than impact.

Kaoru barely reacted. If anything, his arm tightened around her waist as he tilted his head slightly toward her, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement. “You punched me.”

Y/n finally peeked up, eyes narrowed as her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “You deserved it.”

He considered that for a moment, then exhaled. “Very well. I apologize.”

She peeked up at him, surprised. “For what?”

“For finding it amusing,” he teased.

She groaned and pushed her face against his arm again.

Her cousin gasped theatrically. “Domestic violence already?”

“It was a love tap,” Y/n shot back trying to pull away again but his arm remained secure around her, not moving.

“She’s always been feisty,” her cousin said.

Kaoru glanced at Y/n and shot that pretty, fake smile. “I’ve noticed.”

Y/n groaned again and buried her face back into his arm. Kaoru adjusted without thinking, his chin dipping slightly toward her hair. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“I’m merely listening,” he replied, unbothered.

“Can we be done now,” she muttered. “Before she reveals my entire childhood?”

………..

“I swear,” Y/n muttered into the pillow, voice thick with exhaustion and wounded pride, “I’ll take revenge when they get married.”

She was sitting on the futon by his bed, plotting revenge.

“Plan it later. Keep him to your side,” Kaoru said flatly, pointing toward the cat.

“Kay,” Y/n replied, lifting the cat so it nestled against her chest. Y/n set the cat down carefully on the futon beside her. “He’s harmless. Mostly.”

Kaoru sat on the edge of his bed, eyeing the cat with suspicion. The feline yawned, stretched, and promptly sat down with the attitude of someone who owned the futon. “…It’s plotting,” Kaoru muttered.

Y/n chuckled, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “You worry too much.”

Louie looked at the bed.

“Do not come up here,” Kaoru told the cat and laid down, closing his eyes. "And do not bother me."

“Kaoruu,” she called out his name.

“What?” he said in a rough voice.

“Good night.”

“...good night,” he muttered.

When she woke up in the middle of the night responding to the calls of her empty stomach, the room was dimly lit by the faint moonlight coming through the curtains.

She slid out of the futon quietly and stepped around carefully to avoid her sleeping cat lying somewhere by her feet. Until her foot didn’t miss.

“Oh no—oh no—” she whispered desperately, lifting her foot instantly to relieve the pressure off the furball. But her balance betrayed her and she fell the other way…

Kaoru sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed like a disappointed parent. His hair was mussed from sleep, stray strands dangling over his forehead, which only made the anger look… cute. Not that she would ever say that out loud.

She sat on the futon in front of him, back straight, hands on her knees like she was awaiting execution while her cat sat like a loaf of bread beside her like he was waiting for food.

“What were you doing? Gymnastics in the middle of the night?” Kaoru said, voice dripping with disbelief.

“I was trying to go downstairs…” she muttered, looking away from him.

“And you tripped.”

“…Yes.”

Kaoru pinched the bridge of his nose. His peaceful sleep has been shattered, ribs nearly crushed by her. “Of all the things you could have fallen on, you fell on me?” He lay down a futon just so that she wouldn’t intrude on his space, yet she went and ended up crashing into him. 

She pointed at the cat. “I couldn’t fall on him! He’d be squashed!”

“So…” he began slowly, “you thought it was a good idea to fall. On. Me.”

She looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes. I mean— I fell the other way and you happened to be there.”

Kaoru didn’t know what to say anymore when Y/n suddenly leaned forward, brows scrunched in concern. “Did I hurt you?”

“…What?”

“When I fell,” she clarified, slower this time with worry. “Did I hurt you anywhere? Your ribs? Your shoulder? Or—”

“No. Don’t—” he paused, seeing her flinch at his sudden loud voice. He cleared his throat. “Don’t worry about it,” he finished, softer this time. The irritation of being disturbed softened, unwillingly. “It’s fine. But you did hurt my sleep,” he added, sighing with full dramatic disappointment.

Y/n’s mouth fell open, offended. “I was trying to get a snack—”

“And instead I got body-slammed,” he muttered.

“You make it sound like I did it on purpose!”

Kaoru raised an eyebrow. “You did choose me over the cat.”

She gasped, pointing at the cat again who was now curled up. “I was protecting him!”

Kaoru just shook his head, but the irritation had nearly vanished —

“I’ll make you a sandwich as an apology for falling on you,” she said it like it was the most normal declaration in the world as she shuffled toward the door, blanket trailing like a cape.

Kaoru glanced at the clock. Then back at her. “…In the middle of the night?”

“That’s why it’s called a midnight snack,” she deadpanned, stopping at the door.

He opened his mouth to say something but she was already out. He exhaled. He had no choice but to follow her down anyway to supervise in case she trips down the stairs.

………

Y/n placed another slice of cheese.

"We're eating a whole meal in the middle of the night?” Kaoru said observing her. “That's not exactly healthy."

"You sound like Miya," she said, placing the bread on the plate. "Also, it's called a midnight snack."

"At least the kid knows what's good for him."

"I don't do this every night," she said, putting the fillings on the bread. "Just on the nights  I can't sleep."

"Do you have difficulty sleeping?" he said, watching her as she got sauce on her fingers and then licked it clean.

"Only if I'm not sleeping on my bed," she answered, comparing the amount of mayonnaise she put on her sandwich.

"Did you not have difficulties when you first moved in here?" he said watching her take a spoonful of mayonnaise to spread on the other sandwich. "Wait— wait not that much," he grabbed the spoon from her hand.

"I did initially," she said, hopping up to sit on the counter. "But I got used to it." 

"You could've come to me about it," he said, completing his sandwich with a lesser amount of fillings compared to hers.

Y/n, about to take a bite of her sandwich paused and stared at him.

"I mean— having difficulties sleeping can be troublesome," he explained quickly. "Carla has good suggestions on what to do while having sleeping troubles. It works well so..."

"I think a goodnight kiss would've made me sleep better," she smirked in a teasing tone.

"Stop making things up!" he said, turning away as the warmth rose on his face before he could stop it. Thank goddess the lighting was low.

She laughed, muffled by the sandwich in her mouth, clearly pleased with herself. “You’re very flusterable for someone who appears to be immune to nonsense,” she said. “It’s kind of endearing.”

“It is not,” Kaoru replied immediately. “And I am not flustered. You’re simply being… inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate?” She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “All I said was a goodnight kiss.”

“That is precisely the problem.”

“You worry about my sleep,” she said more gently now. “That’s kind of sweet, you know.”

“I worry about many things.”

“Like where to charge Carla.”

“Yes.”

“And mayonnaise abuse.”

“The amount of mayonnaise you put in yours is horrifying," he said, giving a side-eye to the sandwich on her hand.

“It tastes great–” she objected.

“…If you’re having trouble sleeping,” he said carefully, “you could wake me. Instead of sneaking off to build health hazardous sandwiches.”

“Oh?” she raised her eyebrows at him. He hates being disturbed in his sleep yet he’s telling her this.

“For practical reasons,” he added quickly. “Talking helps some people. Or tea. Or just not being alone.”

The teasing drained from her expression. She nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

—

Y/n swung her legs lightly from where she sat on the countertop, happily eating her structurally unsound cheese and mayonnaise monument of a sandwich. A bit of cheese smeared onto her fingers.

She looked left. No napkins. She looked right. Kaoru— within arm’s reach.

Without hesitation— without a single thought firing, she reached out and wiped the cheese across the sleeve of Kaoru’s shirt.

Halfway through the motion, her brain rebooted. She froze. Her hand remained mid-swipe, palm still pressed to his arm.

Kaoru stared at her hand. Then, painfully, he slowly lifted his eyes to her face.

His expression passed through four exact stages:

Confusion —> Realization —> Disbelief —> Scowl

“…Did you…” Kaoru began very quietly, “just use my sleeve as a napkin?” He saved himself from being used as a pillow only to be treated as a napkin instead.

Y/n smiled weakly, retracting her hand. “…I did not think it would happen like this,” she said, trying to defend herself.

His eye twitched. “You—” he gestured at her, “—are a menace. A danger to society and fabric alike.”

“I didn’t see any tissue—!”

“There were paper towels,” Kaoru snapped, pointing to a roll sitting two feet away on the counter.

She followed the direction. The paper towels had been there the whole time. “…Oh.”

Kaoru’s eyes narrowed in slow, dawning vengeance.

Y/n saw the shift. “No. Don’t think about it—” she started, hands up.

Kaoru stepped forward, deliberate, predatory. “I’m absolutely thinking about it.”

“No— Kaoru. This dress is new and light in color. You know— light, soft, stains-forever.”

“You should have thought about that,” he said calmly, “before using me as your personal napkin.” His voice was far too composed for someone seconds away from comitting petty violence.

Y/n tried to hop off the counter, but Kaoru was fast. His hand slid around the back of her thigh just above the knee, pulling her forward before she could land and escape.

She gasped and scrambled, palms pushing at his shoulders.

The movement brought her closer instead— him leaning close, standing between her knees, her balance tethered to him whether she liked it or not.

“This is not a fair fight—!” she protested.

“Oh, I didn’t know we were fighting,” Kaoru said sweetly. “I thought we were… sharing napkins.”

“Stop. Stop right now—” she tried wriggling, leaning back, but he held her steady with enough pressure to keep her from moving back. Her heel kicked the cabinet uselessly.

“Kaoru, I swear if you wipe anything on me I will—”

“What?” he asked, leaning, face dangerously close to hers. “Use me as a napkin again? Or a towel this time?”

She tried for one last escape move by moving sideways— but he shifted, bracing one hand on the counter beside her hip, effectively caging her in place. He was still holding her thigh, just standing there, annoyingly close, with that annoyingly smug face, while she sat helplessly, half-laughing, half-terrified for her dress.

“Kaoru,” she whispered, her eyes pleading, “please don’t ruin my dress.”

He looked at her for a moment, expression softening. “…Fine. But if you ever wipe mayonnaise— or anything on me again, I will use your favorite pillow as a doormat.”

“That’s injustice.”

“That’s fair.”

She pushed at his face with her palm, glaring, “It’s not.”

She could feel the corners of his mouth tugging upward against her palm. He chuckled, gripping her wrist gently and moving her hand out of his face. “I never thought someone would use me as a pillow…” he dipped his head low, “...and now as a napkin.”

They didn't realize the position they were in until they noticed a figure in the doorway staring at the very clear position of—

Y/n sitting on the counter. Kaoru standing between her knees. One of his hands braced beside her hip. One of her hands was close to his lips. His face way too close to hers.

Kaoru straightened fast. He stepped back and pretended to adjust his glasses, only to realize he wasn’t wearing any...

Y/n very, very awkwardly placed her hands in her lap, fixing her dress that had hiked up when she flailed to get away from him...

Her cousin stood there. Holding a glass. Dead still. “…I was… just getting water,” her cousin said slowly, breaking the silence. Then looked between them.

“I—uh— we were getting— midnight snacks,” Y/n explained.

Her cousin raised a brow, then smirked. Evily. “Ohhh, I see…” they said slowly, leaning against the doorframe like they were watching drama unfold. “So who was snacking on who?”

“COUSIN!” Y/n squeaked, voice shooting up an octave.

Her cousin continued, unfazed, “Look, I’m not judging— good for you for finally getting some—”

“WE WERE LITERALLY JUST TALKING AND MAKING SANDWICHES,” Y/n cried, hands flailing as she jumped off the counter.

Kaoru attempted to speak, “What she said.”

Her cousin pointed at Y/n, at Kaoru, at the counter, at the space between them. “That’s not making sandwiches.”

Her cousin sighed and started walking away, but paused at the doorway. “Oh, and I don’t know how thin the walls are here, so if you're planning to… bang—”

Y/n closed the distance between her and her cousin. “Just. Go. Back to bed—” she said, grabbing her cousin by the shoulder.

“Maybe try to keep it down while I’m here,” her cousin finished and winked and disappeared down the hallway.

………

…………

 The silence that followed was thick..... 

“…We are never speaking of this,” Kaoru said finally, breaking the silence. But he couldn’t get rid of the memory of her thighs around him, her hands on his chest, the way she was so close—

“Agreed,” she said, not looking at him because if she did, she was going to combust.

29. Ema: An Ally or a Menace?

Y/n was getting ready to leave to take Chihiro and Nanaka shopping, in other words babysit them and get them off Reki’s mom’s back.

She rummaged through the laundry looking for her jacket. “Where did I put it?”

A moment later, she pulled something out—

“Louie?! What are you doing in here? Again–” she reprimanded, holding him up. The cat just gave her a side eye like she bothered his nap. “Kaoru’s definitely going to complain about you shedding fur,” she said, setting him down. She crouched down, covered his ears, and whispered, “Don’t listen to him.”

The cat shook his head, yawned, stretched and went away— possibly to find somewhere else to sleep.

She began digging through the basket again, spilling the contents. “Is it in the living room?” she said, haphazardly stuffing them back into the basket and leaving for the next destination.

She did find a jacket in the living room. But it was not hers. “When did he leave such a nice jacket lying around?”

She looked around. Then proceeded to put the jack back to its own spot. But stopped to mull over an intrusive thought. “I’m getting late though…”

……....

.....

Y/n stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror, Kaoru’s jacket hung loosely off her shoulders. It was big for her, the sleeves reached her fingers, but the warmth was comforting. “So this is what a guy's jacket feels like…” She turned around, admiring the way it enveloped her body. 

She pulled it closer and muttered, “What am I doing? I’m not even desperate…” ‘This isn’t mine. Not the jacket. Not this strange, growing feeling of comfort in this jacket.’ Although the jacket was pretty neat she had to admit.

“Why are you wearing my jacket?” Kaoru’s voice came from behind her just as she was about to take it off.

Y/n froze. She didn't notice him coming. She whipped around, eyes wide, caught red-handed.

His tone didn’t sound accusing but the look he gave her definitely indicated he was trying to interrogate her soul. He was standing there with his arms crossed, sleeves of his sweatshirt rolled up to his elbows, waiting for an explanation.

“I’m… I’m taking this—” she blurted the most pathetic excuse her brain could conjure.

Kaoru narrowed his eyes, moving to close the distance between them. “Go wear your own,” he said, stopping right in front of her. “Last time I checked, the laundry was swimming in your jackets."

She should explain herself. But what would she even say? She still hasn’t recovered from the time she pecked him less than a week ago. There is no explanation to justify her actions. She could say she wanted to see how it looked on her… Panicked, she did the only thing her mind could come up with....

She bolted.

“Huh—what?”

She ran past him, out the door.

Kaoru stood there trying to make sense of what just happened. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “…She really ran off in my jacket,” he muttered. “Carla, remind me to check the laundry for missing clothes. Apparently, my wardrobe is in danger.”

—

At the mall,  Y/n walked between Chihiro and Nanaka, each clutching one of her hands.

“Okay, mission of the day,” Y/n declared. “Find the two of the coolest clothes.”

“I wanna wear cute clothes,” Chihiro said, hopping beside her.

“That too,” Y/n added.

“I’m gonna cosplay like Kojiro!” Nanaka declared.

“You mean cosplay a chef?”

“No, the cool one! With the muscles and tattoos,” she stated as if it were a normal choice of fashion.

By coincidences and unforeseen circumstances, the twins once ended up seeing Joe in his S attire. And that’s when Nanaka fell in love— not with Joe, his fashion choice. Of all the diverse styles out there, she just had to idolize Joe’s. The twins did not know about S and so the only explanation Reki could give them was that Kojiro was cosplaying.

“Why not dress like Reki?” Y/n suggested. She can not let Kojiro corrupt an innocent soul’s fashion choice.

“He’s too plain,” Nanaka noted. “Reki–nii also doesn’t have muscles. We want muscles.” Chihiro nodded along. Kids can be brutally honest sometimes. Y/n did not have the courage to hear their opinions on her wardrobe.

“Make your own muscles when you grow up…” There was nothing she could do if the twins were interested in muscles. Nevertheless, she tried again, “How about dressing like Kaoru? He wears pink.”

“We can’t dress like him–” Chihiro quickly said.

“Why not?” Y/n braced herself for another critical opinion— hell she was looking forward to it. But it wasn’t an evaluation at all.

“Koyomi-nee says that’s what you should be doing cuz he’s your baby daddy,” Nanaka explained casually as if that's something a kid as small as she should know.

Y/n stopped walking. “B-baby?! She—what the f… what did she even tell you two?” She crouched in front of them.

“She also said that Kaoru-san’s the type to cuddle affection to you in secret,” Nanaka said.

“Away from people,” Chihiro added.

Y/n groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “I’m going to throttle Koyomi when I see her next time.”

………

They decide to go to the arcade first.

Y/n pulled out her phone. Reiki and Langa had a school trip so she texted Miya:

 Arcade. If you’re free, come win stuff for the twins. I’ll give you food😏

Miya texted back:

What makes you think I’ll get tempted by free food like Langa?

Nevertheless, he arrived ten minutes later.

“You sure got here fast,” Y/n said.

Miya crossed his arms, trying to play it cool. “Don’t misunderstand. I just happened to be passing by. And I had nothing to do at this moment.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, very obviously not believing him.

The twins clung to Y/n’s arms as they stepped into the arcade.

“Y/n-nee! Y/n-nee! Look, look! The racing game!” Chihiro tugged her left arm.

“No! The claw machine first!” Nanaka tugged her right.

“You’ll split me in half, you two—one at a time!”

……….

“I want the pink bear! The sparkly one!” Chihiro said, grabbing onto Miya.

“I want the dragon!” Nanaka said, climbing onto him.

“This one? It’s a piece of cake getting this one,” he said with an air of confidence.

Y/n whispered behind them, “Watch him fail.”

Miya grabbed the joystick harshly, “I heard that—”

The claw lowered… caught the plush— And dropped it halfway.

The twins gasped. Y/n tried not to laugh. And failed.

Miya’s eyebrow twitched. “Don’t laugh. You’re the one who jinxed it.”

“Or,” Y/n said with a smug grin, “you’re rusty.”

“Excuse me? Who was the one who called me begging for help.”

“Texted–” Y/n stated.

Miya shoved another coin, his pride on the line. “Same thing.” 

The claw lowered again. This time he was successful. The plush dropped into the prize box. The twins squealed and hugged him.

“Yeah! Who’s rusty now?!” he smirked.

………..

They went to the ball pit next. It was a sea of neon colors. The twins were already diving into it.

Y/n rolled the sleeves of her (Kaoru’s) jacket up, knee-deep in plastic balls as she scavenged for the twins. “Where’d you go—oh—got you!” She fished Nanaka up from beneath the surface.

Miya stood at the edge of the pit with a judgemental scowl. “You expect me to skip around like a literal child here?” he scoffed, chin tilted up like he was above this.

Y/n deadpanned, Nanaka still tucked under her arm. “Skip? Miya, I’m literally wading.”

Chihiro popped up from under the balls beside her. “Miya-nii! Come in!”

He looked horrified. “I won’t jump into a pit of plastic spheres.”

“No, but wouldn’t hurt to try,” Y/n said.

“This is for children!” Miya snapped, as if he was embarrassed seeing an adult roll around in a pit of balls.

“You are a kid so–”

“I’ll have you know I’m extremely—” Miya didn’t even finish his sentence when a random kid bumped into him, making him fall into the pit.

He burst upward like the undead rising, eyes glowing with vengeance.

The random kid peeked over the edge, unfazed he pushed an adult–child in. “Sorry, mister!”

Y/n snickered. “Good to see you at eye level with your real age.”

“…I hate you,” he muttered, turning to walk towards the edge.

That’s when Nanaka chucked a ball at Miya.

“I’m not playing,” he declared.

Y/n flicked a ball at him. It hit the back of his head with a bonk.

That was it. “You wanna fight then fight me like a man!” he said as he dragged himself to the center of the pit.

Y/n grinned. “The twins will see to that.”

The twins jumped on him, burying him under the balls.

“THIS IS CHEATING–”

Y/n watched smiling. “You’re doing amazing, Miya-nii.”

………..

The four of them sat on a bench near the plaza, shopping bags piled at their feet, each armed with ice cream.

“I can’t believe all the ugly clothes you tried to make me wear back in there. How do you even find them?” Miya said, horrified, thinking back on the rainbow colored dog eared hoodie she held out. Even more horrified it had dog ears.

“It works with Langa. He wears whatever I pull out,” Y/n chuckled thinking of the time she made Langa try on Lolita clothes and he agreed without hesitation. He almost considered buying them until she and Reki stopped him.

“And that’s why it’s better if his mom buys his clothes,” Miya muttered.

“Can we go skate at the park?” the twins said, finishing their ice cream.

Y/n almost wiped her hands on the jacket. But stopped herself, recalling that it was stolen borrowed property. “Sure, we can go to the park. But no crazy stunts, okay?”

Chihiro nodded, while Nanaka bounced excitedly. “Yay! Let’s go!”

They went home, dropped the bags and grabbed their skateboards.

............

"It feels like I’m babysitting," Miya said, watching the twins jump around.

“Technically, you are a kid,” Y/n said, as they stepped into the park. “So I’m the one who has to take care of an extra kid.”

“I’m not a kid!” Miya protested, glaring at her.

“Uh-huh… how so?” Y/n, shooting him a playful look.

“I’m 14! And I can fluently insult people who get on my nerves,” he stated proudly. 

“That just proves you’re a rude kid,” Y/n pointed out.

“You’ve been messing with me on purpose the whole day,” he said.

“I’m not, kid,” Y/n said, trying to ruffle his hair.

“Get away– I’ll bite you!” he swatted her hands away.

One thing led to another and now Y/n and Miya crouched on their boards, at the top of a slope each teaming up with a twin— Y/n with Chihiro and Miya with Nanaka. The makeshift finish line was marked by a bright orange cone at the bottom.

“First one down wins!” Y/n called. ”Ready? Chihiro?”

Chihiro nodded, standing on her board.

“I hope you’re ready to eat my dust,” Miya said, smirking at Nanaka.

“Yes! Eat dust!” Nanaka said excitedly.

“Bring it on!” Y/n shot back. “Don’t forget, bragging rights are on the line.”

They pushed, wheels rolled smoothly over the concrete. They had to go slow instead of pro mode to match the twins pace. Nanaka was doing well for her first time down a slope.

Suddenly, Y/n looked around, grabbed Nanaka, and pulled her into her arms as she stopped. “Hold on– where’s Chihiro??”

She just realized one twin was missing–

Miya paused too, about to throw in a sarcastic remark for stopping the race halfway but stopped when he looked around. “You lost her??”

“I don’t know how I just lost her like that!!” she said, putting a flailing Nanaka down.

Then they looked up the slope.

There she was, Chihiro still standing on her board. Turns out she didn’t move from that spot at all.

“You know if I were a kid, you probably would’ve lost me in an empty place like this too,” Miya pointed out. “And I’d probably get kidnapped by a nice-looking stranger who gave me chocolate by the time you realise I'm gone.”

“You’d be the kid who’d run away on purpose just to bite nice-looking people,” she retorted.

.........

......

“The hill is too high…” Chihiro mumbled when they got to her.

They had to put a hold on bragging rights and the race.

The time came to leave the park.

“Okay, not a single scrape? I’d call that a win,” Y/n stated proudly. “And no– I didn’t lose anyone,” she added, seeing Miya open his mouth, obviously to comment on the previous incident.

“But I couldn’t go down…” Chihiro said dejectedly, clutching her skateboard.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Y/n said, crouching down to her level.

Chihiro buried her face into Y/n’s shoulder. “We couldn’t finish the race because of me…” Chihiro said, her voice muffled against her shoulder.

“No, sweetie,” Y/n murmured, wrapping her arms around her and rocking her gently. “Slopes can be scary, but that’s okay. You don’t have to do it if you’re not ready. You’re brave just for trying, you know that?”

Chihiro peeked out from Y/n’s arms, eyes hopeful. “Really?”

“Really,” Y/n said, giving her a little squeeze. “And if you ever want to try again sometime, I’ll be happy to skate with you again.”

Her frown softened as she held out a pinky. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Y/n said, wrapping her own pinkie around hers.

…….

They started for home. Y/n carried both twins who nestled into her arms, breathing softly as they drifted into sleep. It had been a long day after all. The twins were getting heavier, she noted. But not impossible to carry.

Miya walked beside her, carrying all of their skateboards. “You sure you can carry them both to the house?” he asked skeptically.

“I’m the only responsible adult here,” she said, adjusting her grip. “Of course I can!”

“Your left arm is shaking,” Miya pointed out flatly.

“Why don’t you carry one of them?” she said firmly, shifting Chihiro higher.

“They like you more–” He was okay with carrying luggage.

She can carry them, although it might give her a muscle pull but Miya doesn't need to know that.

They had just turned the corner when a familiar figure came into view-

Kaoru.

“What are you doing here? I'm starting to think you stalk Y/n,” Miya said.

“I went to see Joe. Besides, I see no point in stalking her. I see her at home every day,” Kaoru responded with a frown as if they greeted each other like a normal married couple under the same roof.

“It’s no fun messing with you,” Miya muttered.

Y/n’s brain, on the other hand, snagged on the word home.

“...Y/n?”

She snapped out of it hearing Kaoru call her name. “What?”

“Aren’t they heavy?” Kaoru said, staring at the twins in her arms.

“Don’t worry, I can carry them,” she said, moving forward. "Not heavy at all."

“Watch closely you’ll see her arms shaking,” Miya leaned towards Kaoru and whispered.

“Are you coming or not?” she paused and called behind her.

Kaoru looked at Y/n with an unreadable expression on his face.

“W-what?” Y/n said as he stepped toward her.

“I’ll carry one of the twins,” he explained, reaching out.

"Oh I'm fine..." Y/n began, but Kaoru already securely took Chihiro in his arms, who slept like a log amidst the transfer. 

“We’ll move quicker this way,” he said, looking at her with a subtle smile then moved forward.

Miya and Y/n stared at the soft and unguarded scene unfold in front of them. Then they glanced at each other, the question evident— ‘he knows how to carry a kid??’ Miya opened his mouth to comment on it. Y/n frowned with a look that clearly said, ‘don’t ruin this.’

‘Are we gonna pretend it’s normal?’ Miya communicated with a look.

‘What do you rather we do?’ she shrugged, adjusting Nanaka.

‘Take a picture!’ he motioned but he struggled to get his phone out of his pocket secretly with everything he was carrying. “Damn it–” he groaned.

“Are you two planning on standing there all day?” Kaoru called them. “We have to get the twins home.”

...........

“What do you think of kids?” Y/n said, skating around him as they walked after dropping the twins off. She did ask Miya if he needed to be carried home only to get flipped off by him.

“They’re annoying,” he said without skipping a beat.

“Of course, the ones we know are but that’s not what I meant,” she stopped and picked her skateboard up to walk alongside him. “I meant literal children. You were very natural back there. Holding Chihiro like that. Never imagined you got a secret soft side.”

“I’m capable of basic competence," He glared at her. "Where’s this coming from?”

“That day when my aunt asked about kids,” she said, cringing at the thought. “I was wondering what you would like your kid to look like? Hypothetically."

"I do hope the kid doesn't have your sense of awareness. They'll barely survive," he said unexpectedly.

"I'll let you know I lived up to 21 just fine. Jokes aside, how would you like your kid to look? Maybe they have your hair, or your eyes. They'll look cute with pink hair. Not your eyes though. Your eye color gives a serious and sly vibe," she said. 

"You're right... " he hummed after thinking for a while. Y/n did not expect him to agree so readily without a remark.  “If they had your eyes, I suppose that wouldn’t be bad,” he said offhandedly.

Y/n almost tripped over nothing. This topic was going in a way more personal direction. When she meant kid, she didn't literally mean it with her. “... hold on—,” she began slowly. “M–my eyes?”

Kaoru didn’t seem fazed at all. “Yes. They’re… expressive. Warm. A kid with those eyes would look kind.”

Y/n’s face went hot. ‘Warm? Kind?’ What was he even saying right now? Who the hell is this? Kaoru’s secret twin? Nevertheless, she composed herself and said, “Did you just accidentally confess to wanting children with me?”

He stopped walking to process what she said. “I—” he scrambled. “I did not confess. You said hypothetically. In a general sense eye shape is… it's just a trait.”

Y/n stopped too and smirked at him. “You really think my eyes are nice? I’m flattered.”

“Just… keep walking,” he said, speeding forward, leaving her behind. He was so done with her nonsense. Although he shouldn't have answered without thinking.

“You didn’t answer my question!” she trailed after him. “Come on Kaoru~ you could’ve just said I have pretty eyes.”

That day, little did she know she’d be regretting teasing him like that.

_

A random girl, whose name she learned was Ema, appeared in front of Y/n as she was minding her own business in college. Judging by the look on her face, Ema clearly planned this ambush with purpose.

“I would like to ask you a personal question,” Ema stated, sitting beside Y/n on a bench in campus. 

“...a personal question?” Y/n repeated, before sipping her coffee that Ema got her from the vending machine. Ema treating her to a drink was partly the reason she decided to hear her out.

“But I swear it’s because I want to know about you. So it’s a genuine question,” Ema said earnestly.

“Okay…”

Ema went straight to the point and said with utmost sincerity, "Do you and Cherry-sama have a secret love child?"

Y/n nearly spat her drink. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!” she coughed, grabbing the tissue Ema handed her.

“A secret love child,” Ema repeated after Y/n calmed down. “There were two, actually. I saw you with Cherry-sama the other day. And Miya too.”

“You know you could’ve just told me you go to S first instead of dropping a bomb like this out of nowhere,” she said, giving Ema a side eye after she recovered from her initial shock. 

“Oh… sorry. I got too excited,” she said apologetically. “As I was saying— do you and Ch–”

“Okay, okay. I get it,” Y/n couldn't hear her say the word secret love child another time. “You think you saw me with Cherry and Miya?” 

“I didn’t think so at first. It looked too good to be true. But when I looked closer, I could tell it was definitely Cherry-sama and Miya,” she stated firmly.

There’s no point in denying at this point. “Yes, that was Cherry and Miya.”

“Do you have two kids together?” Ema said again as if she were catching up with an old friend.

“No! How did you even get this idea??” Y/n exclaimed, utterly dumbfounded. 

“I saw you two carrying two kids that day on my way to the skate park,”  she recalled.

“Two kids…?” she muttered. ‘skatepark?’ It rang a bell– “Chihiro and Nanaka?!” Y/n was kind of offended that Ema thought she was old enough to mother kids as big as the twins. 

Ema nodded earnestly. “They were adorable, by the way. I didn’t even know Cherry-sama was capable of being that gentle. At S you usually see him fight with Joe or like…” She mimed Kaoru’s usual expression.

Y/n had to admit she did a great job at it. Before that, she has to clear this… misunderstanding. “They’re Reki’s twin sisters. Not mine. Definitely not ours.”

Ema’s eyes widened as she nodded in understanding. “Ohhhh. That makes sense! I was wondering how you managed to keep that kind of scandal under wraps.”

“Scandal—?!” Y/n’s voice went up an octave. “We didn’t even—! Why would you think—”

Ema leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Because he carried your kid—  one of the kids gently,” she corrected seeing Y/n scowl at her. “The energy was… domestic.”

Y/n groaned, burying her face in her hands. “It was not. The twins fell asleep, so he was helping me carry them home ‘back to their mother’.”

“No secret children then?” Ema said in clarification.

“No secret children,” she stated firmly. “No secret anything. Just a lot of misunderstandings.”

"I see…” Just as she relaxed, Ema said with genuine curiosity, “But why did you kiss Cherry-sama at the campus?"

Y/n stared at her with a stoic look. ‘Of course she had to see that..’

“Was it a S challenge?” Ema began. “But I didn’t hear of a beef between you and Cherry.”

"We're married," Y/n finally said after much consideration. This is the only answer to all of Ema's questions.

Ema took a moment to process that information. Then tilted her face in disbelief.  “...Married?” 

Y/n nodded, trying to act casual under the weight of Ema’s stare. “Yep. Married.”

Ema blinked. Then she very slowly turned her whole body towards Y/n and pulled her legs up the bench, as if afraid any sudden movement would cause Y/n to take it back. “Are you saying this because you lost a beef?”

‘Did learning that Kaoru’s married break her?’ Y/n shook her head, “No. We’re married. Legally. On paper.”

“To Cherry-sama? Cherry-sama with a talking skateboard and who tussles with Joe?” Ema said.

“The same one,” she nodded and held up her left hand wiggling her fingers to show off the ring as evidence. “See?” She was so glad she decided to wear the ring today.

Ema’s mouth fell open. “That’s actually a wedding ring? I thought it was fashion!”

Y/n let out a nervous laugh. “Well, it does match my outfits now that you mention it…”

“No, wait—” Ema’s expression went through at least five stages of disbelief before landing somewhere between awe and existential crisis.. “You’re actually serious?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Why would I joke about something like this?”

“Because…” Ema began carefully. “That’s what Cherry-sama’s fangirls dream of… No. Wait. I take it back,” she said, shuddering under Y/n’s glare. “You’re not crazy like them. I believe you.”

“Thank you–” Y/n replied flatly.

Despite the shock, Ema quickly accepted this fact. “What do you call him at home?” she said out of nowhere. 

Y/n mulled at the answer. ‘I can’t just tell her I call him by his name but which one should I say? Baby? Darling? Honey?? Does it sound basic?! Ughhh I should’ve prepared an emergency nickname!’ She wrecked her head out.

“Forget I asked that–” Ema interrupted. “Your face tells me you’re starting to get mad at me.”

She’s not entirely off the point…

Ema instead said, “When I saw you kiss him in public, I really thought it was because of a beef or something!”

Y/n coughed, waving her hands. “Okay, can we not say that so loud? It wasn’t a stunt, it was—” she stopped herself before blurting out ‘a moment fueled by adrenaline and spite’ “—a complicated situation. And I just pecked his cheek.”

“Do you peck his lips instead of his cheeks in the secrecy of your home?” Ema probed.

“I do not!”  she yelled out. 'First Koyomi and now her!' But then again, real couples were supposed to do that. “I mean— I… we…” Y/n didn’t even know what to say. She was supposed to lie that she did, but it felt so wrong.

“Forbidden marriage, I see…” Ema muttered to herself.

Y/n didn’t have the energy to correct her anymore. ‘As long as she doesn’t think we got secret children…’ “So… what are you planning to do with this information?” Y/n said, leaning against the bench crossing one leg over the other. 

“Huh?” Ema said, startled.

Y/n tilted her head, her tone deceptively casual. “You went out of your way to see me, drop the word ‘love child,’ and now you know I’m married to Cherry. I feel like you’ve got a follow-up move planned.”

Ema’s eyes widened, hands flailing in panic. “Wha—no! No, no, no! I’m not going to do anything, I swear!”

Y/n rested her chin in her palm, narrowing her eyes playfully. “You sure? Because I’m already brainstorming ways to make you forget this conversation. Memory-erasing drink… hypnosis… or maybe a bribe.”

“I promise! I won’t tell anyone!” Ema said, waving both hands in front of her face. “Cross my heart, break my skateboard, lose my money!”

Y/n pretended to consider it. “Alright… I’ll trust you. For now.” 

Ema let out a shaky sigh of relief. “You’re terrifying, you know that? That only adds to your allure.” Ema slumped back and muttered under her breath, “No wonder Cherry-sama looked smitten…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Ema squeaked, sitting up straight again. "Don't worry! I really won't tell anyone!" Ema repeated before Y/n could come up with other threats.

Y/n hummed cautiously.

"I really won't. I wouldn't want to cause harm to my idol," Ema said.

"Right, Kaouru's fangirls got these rules they swear by..." Y/n muttered.

"Cherry-sama's fangirls? They often scare me sometimes. I was so worried when they cornered you that day,” Ema said, shivering thinking of it.

“Aren’t you one of them? And wait— how did you know they cornered me?” Y/n peered at Ema suspiciously. “Were you stalking me?”

“I don’t hang with that crowd. And no. No, I was not stalking you,” Ema said defensively. “I’m just a normal fan.”

Seeing Y/n’s blank expression made her realize she shouldn’t have emphasized on the last sentence. She tried again, “I really wasn’t stalking you. I just happened to see it. You handled it pretty well I have to admit.”

Y/n only raised her eyebrows at this, “...okay.”

Ema realized evading the question only made it more suspicious. “Cherry-sama's cool but... actually... I like you!" Ema blurted out.

Y/n stared at her with confusion trying to interpret the meaning behind what she said. ‘Is this supposed to be a confession??’

Ema seemed to realize what she said sounded weird. "I'm not trying to steal you away from Cherry-sama,” she clarified. “I've always been your fan, the moment I saw you skate."

“You’re… my fan?” she said half in disbelief .

Ema nodded with sincerity. “Yes! The first time I saw you skate for animal welfare I thought you were so cool! The way you handled the turns, and that trick at the finish line—!”

“No one would remember that–” Y/n quickly cut her off. “It’s not like I skate gracefully or—”

Ema shook her head. “You’re skating is real. You’ve got guts and heart! You only compete in beefs when you want to without caring for what others think. That’s why I wanted to meet you! But I never got the chance before.”

“...So, to be clear—” Y/n held up a finger. “You didn’t track me down to gossip about Cherry or start some fan war?”

Ema huffed, “Of course not! I just wanted to meet you! Well… and maybe ask you for some tips.”

Y/n was completely thrown off. She was used to people approaching her to challenge her to a beef. Not this. “Wow,” she said at last, leaning back comfortably. “This… actually kind of feels nice. Terrifying, but nice.”

Ema grinned ear to ear. “Just accept that you have fans too.”

Y/n looked at her skeptically. “Just to clarify—you’re not planning to start a fan club or anything, right?”

Ema gasped, eyes shining. “That’s an amazing idea!”

“Don’t,” Y/n warned, holding up a finger.

Ema deflated immediately, muttering under her breath, “But I already have a club name ready…”

“Just do whatever you will without creating a club out of this.”

“Does that mean I can come to you to talk about skating? My friends don’t skate and I could really use some tips,” Ema said with a hopeful tone.

‘Is this how Reki felt when he met Langa at class one random Tuesday?’ Y/n thought. Rika, Aoi or no one from her class skated. “Yeah, sure.”

“Perfect!” Ema grabbed her hand. “I’m going to get your lifes story out of you!”

Y/n retracted her hand. “Is it too late to change my mind…”

…..

“So you see I got fans too,” she stated proudly.

“And that’s something to be proud of because?” Kaoru raised his eyebrows. She has interrupted his time with Carla just to inform him that she's found someone who shares the same interest as her??

“Rude. Don’t insult my fanclub like that,” she huffed.

"Princess," Tamaki sat up, moving her position so that she now sat across from him.

Hikaru and Kaoru were currently playing a game of shell matching with their guests. Kaoru picked up two, trying to get them to fit, but they didn't.

"Sorry, Kaoru," the girls spoke together. 

"No way! I lost again," Kaoru sighed sadly, while the girls giggled.

"Now go easy on him, princesses. Kaoru is quite the crybaby," Hikaru kindly warned them.

"Hikaru, that's not true! I am not a cry—"

"So you're going to deny it, huh? What about when the two of us are alone playing punishment games? Tell us what happens then, Kaoru." Hikaru moved closer, cupping the boy's chin while an apparent blush was all over his face.

"But that's because you—" Kaoru tried to speak but Hikaru just pushed his chin up more and dragged his fingers underneath it.

"Then what happens?! Tell me! I really wanna know!" The girls squealed.

"Wow, I never noticed the courtyard had such a lovely stream," Yuriko expressed, standing over by Kyoya and a few other ladies.

"It's called a yarimizu channel," Kyoya informed them. "It is said that during the Heian era, people would better experience the seasons by watching the petals or autumn leaves that drifted along the water. I had it specially made for all of you, hoping it would express my desire to spend all four seasons with you." Kyoya then pulled up a notebook. "So what do you say, ladies? This fall there's an autumn leaves tea party with a limited number of invitations."

"Sign me up!"

"Now watch as we work together to eat soba!" Honey and Mori were in a greatly different position, with Mori hunched behind Honey, a blanket covering his body, as only his arms peeked out. Honey's arms were underneath the blanket; both were pretending as if Mori’s arms were really connected to Honey's body. Yet it was not too successful of an experiment, as when Moris's arms went to try and move the food into Honey’s mouth, he continuously missed it, getting remnants of the food all over Honey's cheeks and falling onto his outfit.

"Oh, he's so cute!" The girls squealed. 

"Here, Honey-senpai." Haruhi walked over and started wiping his face a little.

"Cuteness overload!" The girls continued to blush at the three having simple fun.

"Next the princess rushed over to save the knight; she was much stronger than she let on—" Y/n started to describe a story she read the other day to the two boys spending time with her.

"Shouldn't the knight rescue the princess?" A nearby girl piped up, taking a bite of some food on the table.

"I like your story, Y/n," a boy across from her encouraged.

"It seems awfully stupid that she can't recite a story right." Now another girl made her way over, joining the bashing the other was doing.

"Exactly, Yua," the young woman from earlier encouraged. "Who are you again?" The girl turned to look at Y/n with a disgusted expression present on her face.

“Not all stories are supposed to be the same.” Y/n faced over to them, gently placing out the book for one of them to grab. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the glare of a certain man getting increasingly more annoyed. “If that were the case, it would be greatly boring. I can lend you mine if you both would like to expand your palettes.” Her voice was kept in a cheerful manner, keeping the men across from being ignorant of its true meaning. With little stutters, the girls ventured back over to their former hosts, the twins, ignoring the offering of such a book.

“I see it was handled,” Kyoya voiced now next to where Y/n was at. “I thought maybe an expulsion would do.”

“Maybe a re-education.” Y/n looked up, both sharing a curt smile, even if one of them was not able to be seen. “Why don’t you boys look at the book on your own?” She handed it to one of them across from her, got up, and wandered over to the expressive garden. 

"Kyoya-senpai,” her voice rang out, the man dutifully allowing his attention to follow it, “have you ever heard the fairytale regarding that one princess and flow—"

"Watch out, Y/n!" Tamaki yelled, while a ball was flying towards the back of her head at incredible speed. At the warning, she quickly ducked down yet Tamaki still rushed over and jumped on her—despite it being unneeded at that point. 

"Hikaru! You came this close to snuffing out the light of Y/n's life!" Tamaki arose, dirtied from the ground with a fiery anger.

"I was fine," Y/n mumbled, lying dejected on the grass.

"Hey, it's your fault for not catching the ball in the first place, boss," Hikaru told Tamaki, he and his brother walking over.

"Yeah," Kaoru agreed. "Who knew that he'd be so bad at kemari? So much for him being the 'Genji of Ouran Academy.'”

"What?!" Tamaki yelled, stomping over to the boys in a childlike rage. The arguing was quick to commence, Y/n long forgotten as Tamaki heated up. The three soon enough commenced in their routine bickering as Mori snuck through to help the girl up. "You think so? Well, check this out! Starlight Kick!" Tamaki screamed with all his might, mustering up a fast speed and kicking the ball with all his might.

"What?!"

"So fast!"

"Take care of yourself," the twins bid the ball a farewell as the ball zoomed off into the far distance.

"Really, we're terribly sorry about that," Tamaki apologized. In trying to impress the twins and kicking the ball with such power, it had smashed through the window of the newspaper club, hitting the president in the head. Honey, Haruhi, and Mori worked on cleaning up the broken glass as Tamaki spoke to the injured man, one of his club members—Ukyo Chikage—holding an ice pack to his head. The twins' attentions were upon the numerous copies of newspapers, picking up some to read curiously, while Y/n and Kyoya silently observed the scene. 

"Really no big deal," the newspaper club president tried to reassure him. "Could've happened to anyone, right? Just a ball flying through a window and hitting me upside the head—"

"Please accept our apology." Tamaki bowed again, pure embarrassment shrouding his features. 

The president's eyes wandered to where Y/n and Kyoya stood, his expression lighting up as if a new idea had come to mind. "Ah, Takahashi Y/n. You have been quite popular with the club, correct?" The president smiled oddly at the girl. 

"I have been a part of it for some time now," she answered hesitantly. 

"Is there something else?" Kyoya stepped further, garnering the attention onto him. 

"Well, I was thinking this works out perfectly. I was just thinking about approaching the Host Club about a cover story. Interested?"

"I didn't know we had a Newspaper Club," Haruhi mentioned, sitting beside Honey.

"It's more gossip rag than newspaper," Hikaru explained, pulling over some of the newspapers in order to show the girl.

"Yeah, like a trashy tabloid," Kaoru added. "It's filled with stories about scandalous love affairs, family power struggles, and junk like that.” 

"It’s just a lame gossip rag that specializes in stirring up scandal," Hikaru went on.

"Everyone knows it's all lies, so nobody reads it anymore," the twins stated, scrutinizing glares finding themselves upon the president.

"You know, I guess we have kind of lost sight of the truth because we've been so worried about drawing in more readers," Akira admitted. "It's a shame we're just now realizing our error, now that the paper is at risk," Tamaki gasped at his mention, viewing the saddened expression upon a fellow president's face at the possible loss. "We finally realized what we should have been reporting to the students of Ouran." He stood up, soon followed by the other two members, and then bowed. "Help us, please. For our last paper of this semester, we'd like to do an up-close special edition revealing the charms of Ouran's Host Club members. I'm begging you; without your help our club will close."

"You can count on us," Tamaki smiled. "On behalf of the Host Club I accep-"

"We have to decline," Kyoya smiled kindly, shoving Tamaki out of frame with his shoulder.

"But Kyoya! He got hurt because of me!" Tamaki exclaimed, throwing up his arms behind the man. "What's the big deal? Huh?"

"Sorry, we have a policy prohibiting us from sharing personal information with anyone other than our guests. But we'd be more than happy to pay any medical expenses related to your injury."

"And another thing, what makes you think we'd want to help you spread more rumors and gossip? We’ve got a reputation to uphold and you’d just ruin it," Kaoru scoffed. 

"Besides, you guys cause a lot of trouble for other people. And who wants to get mixed up with that?" Hikaru added, shrugging his shoulders while Haruhi rolled her eyes at their statements. 

"I understand." Akira sat down in defeat. "Well, I guess you really can't erase the sins of the past, can you? People won't even give you the opportunity to try and redeem yourself." He squeezed the handles of the chair before a large wail erupted from him. "Oh! My head is killing me!"

"President!" The other members quickly gathered at his sides.

"I'm okay. Don't worry, you two. Oh no! I'm getting dizzy again!"

"President!" they repeated, arms reaching for the man's side in concern. 

“I guess all we can do at this point is disband with grace.”

"No! You don't have to. You can always make a fresh start," Tamaki tried to encourage them, deeply moved by their emotions (ones that seemingly disappeared once Tamaki spoke). "We'll help. We will rally the power of our Host Club and we can reestablish the Newspaper Club together!"

"Well, count us out," the twins were quick to mention, Tamaki looking now as if he were stabbed in the heart.

"You're way too trusting, boss,” Hikaru critiqued, he and his brother taking Haruhi in their hold and heading towards the door. "We can't just go along with everything you do forever." 

"Yeah, we've had enough," Kaoru agreed.

"We're leaving too, Tamaki," Kyoya spoke up, turning towards the door with Y/n, Mori, and Honey all following him. "We're holding an evaluation meeting, mostly about you."

"Hold it!" Tamaki spoke up seriously, the Host Club members stopping in their tracks. "How can you be so heartless? These men are about to lose their club. Don't you feel sorry for them? Their family is breaking up!" Tamaki turned around to face the rest of the club, tears in his eyes, while the other club acted sad. "As your president, I demand you help them! And that is a direct order!" 

Y/n looked back at Tamaki’s emotional expression. Something that was very admirable about the host was the empathy and emotion he would share with others, yet that was not working for most of them. "We're not going to do it," Kyoya and the twins deadpanned, Kyoya now pulling Y/n’s wrist to follow as they all exited. 

Back in Music Room 3, Tamaki was playing with a ball all alone. He used his pointer finger to roll it back and forth, isolated away from the other members. Kyoya, Haruhi, the twins, and Y/n just stared over at the president, who was acting depressed at the moment.

"Well, he's obviously upset with us," Hikaru noted.

"Yeah, he hasn't even changed clothes," Kaoru added.

"I hate it when he ignores us when we're right in front of him. He's such a child," Kyoya mentioned.

"Nah," Honey disagreed. "Tama-chan's just a lonely guy, you know?"

"A club is like a family," Tamaki whispered. "Their family's about to be broken up. I feel sorry for them."

"I hate to give in, but would it really be that bad to help out with their newspaper?" Haruhi wondered, turning to look at Y/n and Kyoya. 

"Hey, since when are you taking his side?" Hikaru questioned.

"Since never. Just listen, okay? I know any moment now he's going to look over here with those puppy-dog eyes he uses when he wants something and none of us will be able to say no and so he'll win."

"Let me guess, you're speaking from experience, aren't you?" The twins chimed in.

"Well, he does pull it often," Y/n observed, hiding her smile from the mention of his childlike actions.

"Besides, maybe I'm wrong, but isn't this the kind of thing you guys usually go for?" Haruhi inquired.

"Well, no," the twins spoke. "This seems like more trouble than it's worth."

"What about you, Honey-senpai?"

"Count me out. I have this cake to eat, and Takashi sticks with me, right?" Honey answered, while Mori grunted in agreement.

The five stood, watching Tamaki peer over with his iconic puppy dog eyes. "Those are the eyes," Haruhi sighed, knowing she was going to give in.

"Puppy dog eyes," the twins added, now moving away to not fall in the trap. He looked over once again, staring right at Y/n.

"Ah, Tamaki," she sighed, lightly slapping her face while he let out a little whine. "I just—I just don't know." He did the look again, and she gave him a look of defeat, turning to Kyoya.

"There will be some conditions," he told Tamaki, sharing a look of concern with Y/n. Tamaki propped up excitedly, a little bark exiting his lips. "The outline for their article will be submitted by us. Interviews are strictly prohibited. And it is vital that our client's identities be kept confidential. Do we agree?" 

Kyoya was one who knew the hidden attitudes that different people or groups worked to hide, but he also knew the good-hearted and determined nature of his friend. Therefore, with a sigh he began to write and turned towards the others for their vocal confirmation. 

"Well, if you think it's cool, Kyoya-senpai, then we do too." The twins nodded in agreement.

"I'll do it since Kyo-chan says it's okay," Honey spoke up, munching on his cake.

"You know what you are doing, Kyoya-senpai," Y/n voiced, turning towards him. "So, you have my vote." She nudged his shoulder and he looked down a little, smiling the tiniest bit.

"That's the shadow king for you," Haruhi muttered.

"Though, there is one more thing I must do before we begin. Y/n, I would like to speak to you for a moment," Kyoya spoke, taking her arm softly and dragging her away.

"Of course!" The president of the Newspaper Club beamed. "If you allow us to cover you, we promise to observe your conditions."

"Well then, you may start tomorrow," Kyoya informed them.

"Excellent!"

"Is your bump feeling better?" Y/n inquired on Kyoya's side.

"Oh, that? Don't you worry, pretty lady; it's no big deal. I hardly feel it anymore," he reassured her. "I owe a lot to this bump, because without it, we'd never have come together for this article."

"That's true, but we're still very sorry it happened. I brought you a little something, as an apology of sorts," Kyoya told them, opening up the first aid kit.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I really appreciate getting to truly meet you all too." The president's eyes stayed a little too long on the two ahead.

"No problem," Kyoya quickly said. "Please excuse us." He grabbed Y/n's hand this time, turning around to leave.

"Oh, it just dawned on me," Akira said, causing the two to stop in their tracks at his comment. "Your family runs the Ootori Group, right? They manufacture medical equipment, don't they?"

"We mostly deal with hospital management," Kyoya explained, gripping Y/n's hand a little tighter, which made her look up in confusion.

"And Y/n, the Takahashis work in the technological field; did you assist in such a high-quality kit?" There was an eerie pause, a new feeling being cast over the room. “I'm so glad that we'll be working together. My father is a president too, of the Komatsuzawa Publishing firm."

"Yes, I'm well aware of that. So being president of the Newspaper Club is your way of preparing to take over the family company?"

"Well yes, to an extent, but I have a younger brother. He's a bright young man; my father is very proud of him, you see. So now my father has decided to turn future management of the company over to my younger brother, thereby passing over me, the eldest son, the firstborn," he expressed, clenching his fists. "However, if I'm able to finish my third year at Ouran Academy as the president of a successful Newspaper Club, I think he may reconsider my candidacy as his successor."

"Well," Y/n whispered to herself, taking a breath to gather herself. “We wish you good luck.”

"Well, I hope you understand, I cannot allow this club to fall apart, no matter what. Luck or not."

"Please excuse us." They finally stepped out the door, looking confusingly at each other.

"The Daruma doll fell over!" Tamaki yelled, quickly turning around to try and catch the rest of the Host Club while they were walking. 

Their club was currently outside, indulging in some fun games. Yet for these activities the Host Club also had the newspaper club observing and taking pictures for their club.

"The Daruma doll fell ovvv-er!" He continued to repeat it a few times, trying to catch his friends in the act of moving. "I saw you move, Hikaru and Kaoru!" He claimed, shaking his hand at the twins.

"President, what on earth are we witnessing?" A member of the fellow club asked.

"Could it be some kind of new religion?" The other member wondered.

"Why are you asking me? How the hell should I know!"

"I can tell you!" Y/n wandered over with excitement. "It's a type of commoners' game; it doesn't require any money and can be quite enjoyable." The woman shared with the men that it was known, similar to Tamaki, she had a soft spot for learning and indulging in different commoner activities. Since she had lived a more isolated life up until meeting the host club, there were all new excitements to learn and different facts about her friends that she found most enjoyable. 

"There is a wide variety of them too; all you need are friends to play with," Tamaki added, popping up to Y/n, his hands out and eyes sparkling.

"And what does this have to do with our coverage of the Host Club?" The Newspaper Club president asked, agitated.

"You need to learn friendliness!" Tamaki pointed his finger at him, his emotions doing a one-eighty. "Y/n has even gotten better."

"Hey!" the girl scowled.

"If you want to clear the negative reputation of the Newspaper Club and attempt to capture the hearts of your readers, you must try to be more down-to-earth! I can just imagine the headlines now: 'The Handsome Boys and Girl of the Host Club Enjoy Commoners' Games!' With pictures of us frolicking in the scenery of early summer. It would be the perfect facelift for your front page! And it gives you the chance to show a certain commoner is happier now, reliving his childhood with us! "Tamaki finished, feeling proud of his vision of the newspaper and glancing over excitedly to Haruhi. 

"But president," one of the boys muttered. "I don't think I understand what he's saying."

"Are you sure that this guy isn't just a complete idiot?" The other member chimed in.

"Don't let your guard down just yet. This is all part of his strategy; we need to learn more about Y/n and Tamaki." The president told them, his eyes falling upon Haruhi. "The commoner in question is perfect."

"Why can't this be over?" Haruhi complained.

"You're Fujioka, right?" The president walked up, with his notebook and pen ready. "You wouldn't mind if I asked you a few questions, would you?"

"Um, sure."

"So, why did you join the host club?"

"Well, um, honestly I joined because I was forced to."

"You're also an honor student here on a scholarship, correct?"

"Um, yeah, I am."

"So, in other words, the fact that you’re a member of this club is just another example of how the Suou family likes to flaunt their power?"

"Say what?" Haruhi gawked at him.

"Now if you would, please tell me some details about Tamaki's dark side." He moved closer to her face, looking her straight in the eyes. "If you can help me out here, I just might be able to set you free."

"Sorry but as far as I can tell, he doesn't have a dark side."

"That can't be right," he scoffed. "You expect me to believe a group of high schoolers actually enjoys playing these childish games?"

"I don't think it's that weird," Haruhi told him, Y/n walking over.

"Haruhi, are you going to join us? Tamaki-senpai wants all of us to play, and if you aren't, then I'm out," Y/n interrupted, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the other members.

"Now we're playing kankeri!" Tamaki announced. There was a soda can on the grass, a prop used for their next activity. “And you're 'it,' okay, Kyoya?"

"If I must," the man in question sighed, pushing up his glasses. 

"Starlight Kick!" Tamaki yelled, kicking the can once again with a professional football player's strength, leaving it to zoom off into the distance, nearly hitting the newspaper club's president once again.

"If you honestly think I'm going to fall for the same trick again," the Host Club members started running off, not to be caught by Kyoya. But the Newspaper Club president just kept speaking. "You've got another thing comi—" He was cut short by the can hitting the tree and being sent back, hitting the back of his head.

"President!"

"Damn it!" The hurt male got up, his 'friends' helping him stand. "You'll pay for this, Suou Tamaki."

Tamaki grabbed Y/n's hand, starting to guide her as they ran off into the garden.

"Come on, Y/n!" He encouraged her, picking up his pace with an energetic and thrilled look on his features; it seemed he was truly enjoying life.

"Tamaki-senpai, wait, we need Haruhi." The girl waved her hands frantically to the other one, gesturing her to come and join the two in their hiding. 

It was not long until Tamaki’s rushed running into the maze and lack of knowledge on where he was really going led them to an unfamiliar area.

“Did you get us lost, senpai?” Haruhi queried, an annoyed expression now on her features as Y/n tried to look around for any identifiable clues. “We are lost, aren’t we?” The girl looked over at Y/n. 

“Look, Haruhi, Y/n, I found a great hiding place over here!” Tamaki called out from some distance ahead, motioning towards an entrance to a stone gazebo, vines filled with roses all about it. 

“So, we are stranded until somebody finds us,” Haruhi observed, sitting beside Y/n, her in the middle. “Great. It is a good thing you made Kyoya-senpai ‘it’”

“It is not so bad.” Y/n leaned her head upon Haruhi’s shoulder. “It is a nice day and this place is really beautiful.”

“It is nice,” Haruhi softly agreed, “but, you know, I never thought I’d be playing these silly games again once I got into high school.”

“Don’t you think this is fun?” Tamaki wondered, leaning his head to now fall upon Y/n’s shoulder as the two watched Haruhi in her thoughts, reminiscing on her past.

“I guess. But I haven’t played any of this stuff since I was an elementary student.”

“Yeah, I see.” He sat up, Y/n following suit. “It is new to us, though.” The boy looked over at Y/n with a tender smile. “When I was growing up, I never really had any friends that were my age. My mother would get sick very easily. I was always worried about her so I didn’t go out and play much. Instead I would do my best to cheer her up. I’d always sit beside her and play the piano.”

“It was important for my father that I stayed inside; I had a similar experience where I did not have many friends. My brother was always off with a different independence than I was ever awarded,” Y/n shared. “I think that is why now, especially Tamaki and I, really enjoy these silly games.”

“It’s a lot of fun,” Tamaki agreed, smiling largely at the two. “We should do this again sometime.”

“I think so too,” Haruhi nodded. 

"I'm writing the article." The Newspaper Club members rushed after a fuming president, the plan already set in place despite possible consequences.

"But wait, Mr. President," his member Ukyo tried to stop him.

"It's too dangerous to write gossip about the Suou!" The other member, Sakyo, reminded him. "You don't have any evidence, sir!"

"Who needs evidence?" The president bit his thumb nervously. "All I have to do is expose him and everyone will see it! If I set my mind to it, I can imagine any number of articles that would cause a commotion among the idiots at this academy." Now landing outside of their club room. "I'm going to expose Tamaki for the twit he is." He pushed open the door.

The twins were situated on top of a desk, sitting beside each other, having heard the newspaper president's declaration.

"Hm," Hikaru hummed.

"So, we were right all along," Kaoru observed.

"You two," the president muttered in disgust.

"Well, I guess it was pretty obvious," Hikaru realized.

"The boss is the only one who hasn't caught on yet," Kaoru added. "He must be really dense when it pertains to anything about himself."

"I should warn you, if you threaten him, there will be consequences," Hikaru notified them.

"Are you ready to have the Hitachins and every other club member's family as your enemy?"

"I knew it! You're nothing but lackeys!" the president claimed, pointing his finger at them. "Tamaki's holding his parents' power over all of you.”

"That's not true," Honey commented from behind him, hugging Usa-chan. "We don't hang out with Tama-chan because of his parents. We love him; we all like being with him. That's why we choose to be here."

"He may be a hopeless idiot, but even so," Kyoya spoke up from a different desk. Now all of them were thinking back on how they got invited to join the group.

"Well, what will you do?” The twins queried.

"Please leave Tama-chan alone, okay?" Honey asked sweetly.

"I'll get you all! It's not just about him anymore. I'll write an article that will ruin all of you!" The president of the Newspaper Club yelled, rushing to his desk.

"Go ahead, be my guest," Kyoya encouraged. "Although," he picked up the medical kit he gave earlier, tapping the bottom and pulling out a disk. "What do you think we should do about this little disk? You see, it's been here since yesterday. And it recorded everything," Kyoya finished.

"President! Just give up already!" One of the members pleaded to him, the president in question dropping to his knees as Kyoya walked closer to him.

"Let me explain it to you in terms you can understand. You would do well to remember that the Otori Group and the Hitachiin family alone own enough stock to remove your father from his position as president of the Komatsuzawa Publishing Firm. However, we would never do something like that; we are not like you. What we strive for is fundamentally different."

"I found you," Kyoya spoke, the whole Host Club beside him as they peered at the three. 

"What happened with the Newspaper Club?" Tamaki asked while they started walking out of the maze.

"They had to cancel; something came up," the twins told him.

"Do you think they might start working with more respectable articles now?” Y/n winked over at Kyoya, remembering the earlier plan.

“I believe that is exactly what they will be choosing,” Kyoya confirmed, a knowing grin growing on his lips.

“Maybe they’ll get by without having to shut down,” the twins observed.

"Oh really? That's good news,” Tamaki smiled.

"Let's hurry back to the club room and eat some cake!" Honey beamed on top of Mori's shoulders.

"That does sound good!" Tamaki agreed. "Cake! Cake!" He cheered alongside the boy.

"Kyoya-senpai, I was wondering, is the Suou family really that big of a deal around here, and the Takahashis?"

"Well, the foundation of the Suou family business lies in corporate finance, but they do have some extensive real estate as well. The Takahashi's are mostly known for working in the electronic field, making different devices and technology for Japan and all around the world. The Suous also dabble in school management."

"I didn't know that. What school?" Haruhi queried. 

"Why Ouran Academy? You've been here long enough that you should at least know what the chairman of the school board's name is. You know, if you think about it, you're able to attend school here because of the financial aid you receive from Tamaki's family." Kyoya explained to her.

"Oh,"

"The Takahashis—most of your appliances are probably from them; they make products geared towards all classes, some more affordable for commoners and others aimed towards the elites. They provide different materials to the students in need as well. You should be grateful to them both."

"Haruhi!" Y/n called to her, standing beside Tamaki. "Are you coming? I still have to tell you what happens next in chapter thirty-four."

“You have to hurry up or we are going to leave you!” Tamaki chimed in. 

"Coming!"

"Hate for you to be out here, lost again, calling out for me like a damsel in distress," Y/n joked, nudging Haruhi's shoulder. "That could be fun actually."

"Huh?"

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28. Impulsive Acts

“Fat Louie? Where are you little gremlin?” Y/n tiptoed through the house looking for her cat. She needed pre-class-hour emotional support before leaving.

Her search led her in front of Kaoru’s room. Lately her cat has been sleeping in there often. The door was slightly ajar. He was supposed to head out early for the calligraphy workshop at her college.  So she ignored the ‘knock even when the world’s ending’ rule and let herself in..

“Louie??”

And there he was—

Kaoru, standing in the middle of the room with a Kimono in hand, with nothing but a towel wrapped around him. The sight of him— lean muscles, pale skin, the curve of his collarbone catching the light— it was too much for her brain to take in on a supposedly lazy morning.

She froze.

He froze.

“Do you mind?!”

“I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!” Y/n yelped (a lie), slapping her hands over her eyes, turning around and running into the doorframe with a loud thunk.

“Why didn’t you knock?!” he scrambled to cover up.

“You weren’t supposed to be here!” she said finally running out.

“It’s literally my room!” he shouted. “Great…. She’s probably traumatized. I mean— I’m traumatized…”

Meanwhile… 

“I just saw my fake husband half-naked.” Y/n muttered with her hands in her hair. She pressed her face into her pillow, muffling a scream. “Why did he have to look like that first thing in the morning?!”

All she could think about was that moment. “Ughhh, why was he wearing a towel? Why was he choosing clothes clothless!! Why did he have to have a toned chest–”

 This was so dumb. He was her fake husband. This wasn’t supposed to mess with her head.

“And you–” she pointed at her cat who she dragged down from her shelf before throwing herself on the bed to roll around in an attempt to calm herself. “Why do you always have to chill inside his room?”

She paused and picked the cat up facing her. “Did you see him shirtless before….”

“No wait– don’t answer,” she dropped her face into his fur. “I’ve seen Reki and Langa shirtless before. Joe literally comes to S half shirtless! I’ve seen shirtless men on the beach before. Like hell– novels describe shirtless men with details,” She recited like a prayer against her cat, the feline long used to this treatment. “Think of those. Forget Kaoru. Forget his abs… Well he has nice abs tho– AAAGGHH Damn it!” she dropped her head into her pillow again.

Few hours later

At her college, they crossed paths.

Kaoru studied her cautiously. ‘Is it just me, or is she completely unaffected by what happened this morning?’ His mind had been replaying that moment too many times for his liking. The silence stretched uncomfortably. Finally, he began, “…About this morning.”

“What about it?” Y/n tilted her head innocently.

“You walked in on me,” Kaoru said flatly. “While I was changing.”

“Oh, that,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Don’t worry, it’s already deleted from my memory.”

“…Deleted?”

“Deleted,” she nodded.

He was planning on bringing up the fact she violated his privacy but something in his chest twisted at her nonchalance.  ‘Deleted, huh? Guess that’s it then.’ He thought. He should get over it too.

She was absolutely lying. But Kaoru was unaware of what’s going on inside her head. ‘I am composed. I am cool. I am calm. I definitely did not see his hipbones.’

As she shifted, a stray lock of her hair fell over her cheek. Kaoru’s eyes lingered a moment. “You didn’t style your hair this morning, did you?”

“I left the house in a rush...” ‘For obvious reasons….’

“Mm,” he hummed, reaching into his sleeves and pulling out a hair tie. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“Your hair,” he said, gesturing toward her. “It’s falling all over your face. I’ll tie it for you.”

Her heart skipped. “You—you don’t have to—”

“Stop arguing. How will you get through class if it keeps blocking your view.”

“It’s fashion!” Having him in close proximity at this moment will not be good for her heart. 

“It makes you look homeless.”

Y/n hesitated, cheeks heating, trying to come up with a retort. In the end she gave in under his stern look as she huffed and turned her back to him. She held her breath when his hand brushed her neck, gathering the strands gently.

Kaoru tied her hair into a bun. “…Better.”

Y/n touched her hair self-consciously. “You didn’t have to…” 

“I wanted to,” Kaoru admitted before he could stop himself.

“Anyway,” Y/n cleared her throat in an attempt to clear the awkwardness, “you should really get a lock for your door if you’re going to flash people randomly.”

Kaoru was speechless. “…Flash people?” 

Y/n grinned mischievously at his expression, pleased she’d managed to ruffle him. “I mean, I didn’t ask for a morning show, but hey, free ticket.”

That did it. He raised his hand and flicked her forehead.

“Ow!” Y/n winced, rubbing her forehead. “What was that for?”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Kaoru said, trying his best not to let her get to his head. “You were the one who barged in without knocking.”

“Ohhh, so it’s my fault you decided to be half-naked at 8 a.m,” she teased, her smile widening as she leaned forward into his space.

Kaoru’s composure slipped further. “You…” He clicked his tongue. 

Y/n beamed, satisfied. “You’re embarrassed.”

“I’m not,” he stated. “Why would I be embarrassed?”

“You turned red,” Y/n pointed accusingly.

Kaoru turned his head away sharply. “You’re imagining things.”

“Well I have class. I’ll see you around...” Y/n said.

“Okay. I’ve got work to do...” Kaoru replied.

For a brief moment, neither moved. Then, with a small nod, she turned and walked away.

Kaoru watched her disappear into the crowd. ‘Why does she have to get under my skin like this?’

_________

Y/n walked into the classroom and plopped on a seat. ‘Why does he do that to me?’ she wondered.

“Oh, Y/n~” Rika and Aoi sang in unison and sat beside her.

“What?” Y/n said cautiously.

“We saw your hubby on campus!” Aoi said with a grin.

“Oh okay…” Y/n muttered. She didn’t like where this was heading.

“What’s with the indifferent act? Don’t tell me you’ve already kissed him goodbye!” Rika teased.

“No– I just ran into him…” Y/n said, looking away.

Aoi tilted her head, studying her. “Ahah—did he do your hair? It’s different from your usual hairstyle.”

Y/n felt her cheeks warming. ‘How does she even notice that?’ she thought. “It… it’s nothing.”

“Ugh, where do I order a hubby who does your hair?!” Rika lamented dramatically.

Aoi nodded vigorously. “Seriously! That’s next-level romance. I’m jealous!”

Y/n groaned, covering her face with her hands. ‘Please, let them not say anything more…’ she thought. “It’s not like that,” 

“Not like that?!” Rika said. “Y/n, come on! Only someone special would—”

“—do your hair so gently and passionately,” Aoi finished with a teasing grin.

Y/n peeked through her fingers. “You weren't even there. He… he’s just… considerate. Besides, it’s just hairstyle.”

Her friends exchanged glances. “Uh-huh, just considerate,” Rika began, voice dripping with mockery. “Okay let’s say anyone can do hairstyles. But–”

“But?” Y/n knew she was about to fall in a trap.

“How do you explain the date?!” Aoi finished. “He straight out of a romance novel wiped food off your face!”

She was starting to regret putting on a show that day and was internally cursing Kaoru for playing along with her unquestioningly. “It’s not a straight out romance novel scene! You have to wipe your lover's face and lick that off for it to tingle-” Y/n said. Afterall she’s got a PhD in that area.

But she should’ve been careful… If you say those things in front of ‘knowledgeable’ individuals like herself i.e Rika and Aoi, she’s only going to light a fire.

“Is that why you’re frustrated?” Rika said, grabbing her hand. “Don’t worry we’ll help-”

“NO!” Y/n did not want to hear her finish that sentence. “I’m leaving,” she tried getting up but was dragged back down.

“We’ll leave together after the lecture.”

Y/n sighed. “You’re both reading way too much into it. We’re fine just the way we are.”

Rika raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? ”

Aoi put a hand on her shoulder, ”Y/n, as one of us I’m sure you know you’re living an arranged marriage to slowly yet surely falling in love trope. He picks you up after class dinners like the man can’t breathe staying apart from you.”

‘That’s cuz you’re all supposed to think that!!’ She grimaced. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry that the fake marriage act was going well. Too well as a matter of fact.

Y/n didn’t divulge into the details of how they got married so Rika and Aoi assumed it was an arranged marriage and she couldn’t correct them either. If she mentioned to her friends that she found the fake love of her life on a random Tuesday out of nowhere they’d definitely be suspicious.

“This doesn’t work in real life.”

 “No, Y/n. Do you not see the signs? You can’t just brush that off as nothing,” Rika interrupted.

Little did they know it was an act— ‘I mean, sure, it’s just a contract… but he keeps doing these things. And it’s feels natural. Why does it feel like it’s meant for me?’ But then again she tried pushing the thought aside. 'It is supposed to feel natural...'

Rika poked her. “Shh don’t lie to your heart. We know you like him more than you say you do.”

That’s the thing. Y/n only says that she likes him as part of the act. But Rika’s statement has her questioning herself. ‘Okay… maybe this is more complicated than I thought…’

___________

After class Y/n walked toward the campus gates. 'Should I wait for him? But wait… what time did he say he would be done?' she thought, checking her phone.

……….....

………..

 “Well, well… if it isn’t Y/n Sakurayashiki,” someone spat.

Y/n turned around hearing the familiar yet unpleasant voice belonging to her 'ex-fiance'. He had the same smug face. Same face she’d punched once in high school.

The main purpose of the contract marriage was to avoid a life with this very same smug looking; punchable faced guy in front of her right now. Y/n knew she would be running into him at times as they're in the same college. However she wasn't prepared for the events that would follow afterwards. After all, he had a grudge against her…

‘I should’ve planned out a list of retorts to hurl at him about the nonsense he’s about to speak now,’ she lamented. “Ryunosuke,” she acknowledged evenly.

“Oh, come on. What’s with the salty tone? Don’t tell me you’re avoiding me?” he said, stepping closer. “I mean, we were supposed to get married, weren’t we?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Avoiding you? No. I’ve been busy making better life choices.”

He flashed a tight smile. “I see you still have that sharp tongue.”

“And you still have that fragile ego,” she replied. “Some things truly never change.”

“You think I don’t know?” His voice sharpened as he stepped closer.  “You only agreed to that… marriage to escape me. To make it look like you have some high-profile and perfect life. How pathetic.”

Y/n stared at him, her expression flattening. ‘I think breaking the engagement hurt his pride a lot more than I thought,’ she almost pitied him.

“I bet you’re regretting it. That lame husband of yours is not even worth your time.”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed as her face darkened. “You’re only saying that because you know you’re not half the man he is,” she said sharply.

The next second he lunged, grabbed her arm making her wince. “You’re going to regret talking to me like that,” he hissed.

‘Should I hit him with my bag? No— too soft…’ Her free hand clenched. ‘Maybe a kick? Yes, a good, hard kick in the…’

Just as she was about to put her thoughts to action, a shadow loomed over them. “What do you think you’re doing to my wife?” Kaoru’s icy voice cut through.

Ryunosuke’s grip loosened immediately, as if he’s an animal that sensed immediate danger.

Y/n  exhaled in relief— and disappointment at not landing the kick—and stepped closer to Kaoru instinctively. Kaoru’s demeanor softened slightly as he took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles gently with genuine concern. “Y/n… are you okay?”

Y/n nodded, “I’m fine.”

Ryunosuke scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Oh, please. Cut the act.” He looked Kaoru up and down. “You think you’re something? Y/n only married you because of the money. The image. The marriage is all fake. There’s nothing special about you, you're just a traditional fart.”

Kaoru’s expression shifted from his soft concern to a piercing glare that he directed at Ryunosuke. He’s mad. Not because he got insulted. He barely registered the pathetic attempts at insulting him. ‘How dare he grab her like that–’ 

Kaoru himself may be indifferent to the comments directed at him but Y/n on the other hand felt a vein pop in her forehead. ‘I really should’ve gotten the kick in– No– two kicks–’  

“Feeling jealous, are we? That no one would ever choose to be with you willingly,” she began in an attempt to get back at him. Then with a sudden surge of certainty she turned and reached her hands out to cup Kaoru’s face. “Besides… how can you say what we have between us is fake?”

Before Kaoru could say anything, she pulled him in with a gentle force and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

—

As soon as she reached home, she went to her room, wrapped herself under layers of blankets and lay curled on her bed as an alternative to digging herself under the ground.

Y/n realized the weight of her action a second too late. She doesn’t know what was worse— her behavior or Kaoru’s reaction.

The moment Y/n’s lips made contact, Kaoru’s entire being paused. He could feel the smoothness of her lip balm on his skin even after she pulled away. His glare was replaced with a shocked expression— though momentary— as he stared at her face while she cupped his, still holding on. The next moment, her eyes widened as she let go and although Kaoru masked his shock, the embarrassment crept in as he averted his gaze which did not go unnoticed by Y/n given their close proximity. He almost missed the lingering sensation of her cool fingers on his face. He couldn’t help but wonder if her hands were always this cold.

‘Oh my god. Why did he act embarrassingly cute– That was mortifyingly cute. Why do I think it’s cute! Act annoyed, that's normal! Say I was acting stupid! He should’ve scoffed and turned away, that would’ve been less awkward…’ she thought, tossing around as much as she could under the weight of the blankets.

Kaoru came by her door; peeked inside; wasn't even surprised to see the bundle of blankets. After standing by the door for a while he finally said, "How long are you planning on staying like that?"

"I'm never getting out," she mumbled from underneath. She died from embarrassment. Resurrected. And is dying at this moment. She could not bring herself to face him. Now. Or ever.

"...okay but at least change your clothes before you roll around. It's going to get wrinkled."

............

After a moment of no response, Y/n felt the bed dip as Kaoru sat down next to her.

After carefully thinking of what to say he finally began, "Do you want to talk about it?" 

Y/n clutched the blanket around her tighter.

Kaoru sighed. They had to address the situation but he didn't want to force her to talk. As he was getting ready to get up Y/n finally spoke. "I'm sorry..."

He wasn't expecting an apology. "For what?" tone softer this time.

“For putting you on the spot earlier… in front of everyone. I ki– did that without thinking.”  Y/n was busy cringing when she felt a light weight drop on her body, startling her.

"I'm glad that you're okay," Kaoru said, resting his forehead on her blanket covered body. He wanted to throw hands when he saw Y/n getting grabbed, her face contorted in pain. And now that she's here in the comfort of her room doing her thing, he was feeling relieved. “Just… don’t apologize for standing up for yourself. And you don’t have to get mad on my behalf.”

Kaoru felt her shift under the blanket and backed away.

"I couldn’t just let him sprout nonsense!” Y/n exclaimed, springing straight, the blanket falling off her. “What he said was not true. I didn’t choose you because of money. I—” she stopped. She couldn’t exactly say this was real. That she genuinely chose to spent rest of her life (a year or two) with him… Ryunosuke was right- this marriage was not real. But she had to correct that bastard. “I really didn’t consider money as a factor when I proposed the deal… I just needed someone to sway my parents…” she mumbled, rewrapping the blanket around her and looking away.

“That’s good to know…” he said, slightly leaning in and raising a hand slowly to brush the hair away from her face so he could see her better. “Your hair’s a mess. Should I fix it again?”

Y/n expected him to flick her forehead. She lowered her guard at the gentle touch. But with the way he looked at her, soft and gentle she desperately wished he did that instead. “...it’s fine. Leave it,” she said, praying that he couldn’t hear her thrumming heartbeat.

“Besides… even if you did, it’s okay. I don’t think I’d mind providing for you,” he said, lowering his hand to his lap. It shouldn’t matter to him why she chose him, after all it is a contract based on mutual benefit. 

Trying not to read too much into his words Y/n looked anywhere but his eyes—the ceiling, the blanket, the cat’s tail sticking out at the foot of the bed. Anywhere. She cleared her throat, “I had that handled. If you hadn't shown up I would've kicked him this time."

…………

………… 

Kaoru let out an exhale followed by a heartfelt laughter as he leaned backwards.

Y/n rarely ever heard him laugh like that. But there he was– adorned with a genuine laughter that lit his features up. She couldn’t help but stare in awe. She realized she was gawking, making her pull the blanket up to cover her cheeks  so that he couldn’t see the hue of red across her face. 

He met her eyes. Y/n was too awestruck at the sight that she forgot about turning away to hide. “Next time, aim to incapacitate him,” he began with a smile that reached his eyes. “Somewhere nonhospitalizing, but fatal to his ego. And what do you mean by this time?”

“What?”

“Did you face a situation before where you had to fight him?” Kaoru said with a worried tone.

“No. Don’t worry about it. It’s just…. Highschool drama,” she said, awkwardly laughing.

Kaoru realized he did not know anything about her highschool days. Y/n heard about his from Joe, who described Kaoru’s most embarrassing moments in great detail, much to his dismay. He couldn’t help but ask, “What was it about?”

Y/n was not looking forward to narrating the incident. But the way his expression shifted, it looked like he was unusually eager to hear about it. Thus, she gave in.

……...........

“So… you punched him because he kept asking you out?” Kaoru said. He was sitting crossed legged on her bed, leaning against the headrest.

“Yea. I told him ‘No’. But then he went around telling people that we were dating. So one rainy day he asks me if I wanted to share an umbrella and go to his house again– I’ve never been to his house what does he mean by again–  so I trotted out in the rain and punched him with momentum–” Y/n chattered animatedly, the lump of blankets discarded beside her. “It sounded so satisfying. Though it did hurt my hand,” she said, holding her fist— the one Kaoru assumes she must’ve hit him with. “That’s why I wanted to go for a kick this time…”

“Did you not get into trouble for punching him in front of a crowd?”

“Not really. It must’ve hurt him both physically and mentally so he never spoke of it. But I could still feel the hatred in his bones.”

Kaoru gazed at her, memorizing every little expression she made— that frown of disappointment, that click of tongue in irritation, that smirk of satisfaction.

“I thought you’d call me a gangster for punching someone…. Kaoru??” she said, noticing his gaze on her.

“Oh I uh– he deserved that,” he said, turning away, setting his foot down on the floor. “...and tone down on the pda next time," he added, trying to disregard the fact that he was indeed staring.

Y/n felt the heat creep up her face as she processed what he said, giving her a reality check. She haphazardly looked around for her blanket, trying to untangle it to hide underneath. "Ughh– I thought we were having a heartfelt moment here."

"Well someone had to address the situation sooner or later."

_____________

“We need to recheck the terms and conditions of this marriage,” Kaoru said after a certain incident.

“What is it that you're dissatisfied with?” Y/n wondered.  “I've been putting my skateboard away properly.”

“I noticed. But that’s not it. You've been intruding on my privacy.”

“...Intrude? I don’t even say anything when you act all giddy talking to Carla.”

Kaoru’s composure slipped. “I wasn’t even talking about that! But that is private! Don’t listen in—”

“Yea right,” she waved him off. “Not my fault your ‘private’ conversations are in public domain.”

“As I was saying,” he began with flustered annoyance, “you enter my room too freely.”

“You’ve been hogging my cat in there,” she shot back. “If I need him I have to go inside your room.”

“He just comes in who knows when. You should also tell that cat not to intrude on my privacy,” Kaoru deadpanned.

“Okay, but if he’s in your room next time, what am I supposed to do? Leave him there?”

“Knock like a normal person.”

“I do knock,” she shot back. “You just don’t respond when you’re there.”

“You come at the worst times,” he stated.

She narrowed her eyes. “Worst times? What, are you in the middle of reciting poetry with Carla?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Y/n gave him a pointed look. “Do you wonder if maybe… you’re being dramatic?”

“I’m setting boundaries.”

“Your boundaries have no wall, just vibes.”

He looked attacked. “That doesn’t give you clearance to barge in.”

“Fine. Next time, I’ll leave a formal request outside your door.”

……………….

They sit with the terms and conditions.

“I updated it,” he pointed. “See Clause 3.2.”

“No unauthorized entry into Kaoru’s private quarters. Applicable for pets and owners” She scoffed. “My cat doesn’t follow human laws.”

Kaoru pointed at the clause. “This is for you and also tell the damn cat he’s now legally obligated to knock.”

“Did you write this just to keep my cat out?”

“And you,” he added.

“How could you do this to your son?!” she feigned shock.

“That thing is your son. And I did not agree with shared custody when I signed the contract,” he said, side-eyeing the cat perched on the table.

“Wow. Okay. Fine. Then I’m adding an amendment.” She snatched a pen and wrote– Clause 3.2.2 — In case of emotional emergency, room access override is permitted.

“Emotional emergency?”

“Like when I need my emergency emotional support loaf,” she said. “I’ll die without him!”

“Ugh fine…” he agreed reluctantly. “But I’m adding Clause 6.7 — No bothering Kaoru before 10 a.m.”

“That’s way too specific.” 

“You are annoying in the mornings,” he said seriously. He’s at his wits end dealing with her morning personality. Honestly, he can’t help but wonder where she gets that energy so damn early in the morning…

……….........

.........

Kaoru barely stepped into the kitchen.

“Good morning, honey,” Y/n said sweetly from the kitchen counter. Too sweetly in fact.

“Don’t,” he said flatly without even looking at her. It’s as if he has seen this coming the moment he dragged himself out of bed.

Y/n only smirked and continued. “Want breakfast, darling?”

“Stop.”

“Maybe some coffee, sweetheart?”

Kaoru inhaled summoning divine patience. “It’s too early for this,” he muttered, pressing his temple. “Way too early.”

She leaned forward on the counter, chin perched on her hand, watching him. “Did you sleep well, baby?”

He closed his eyes. What’s worse was she knew that she was getting on his nerves . “I swear to—it’s six in the morning. Six.”

“We do need to keep the illusion up–”

“— to appear convincing to people. Unless there’s someone stalking us this early… go bother someone else.”

“I’m just expressing affection. Fake affection,” she emphasized mischievously.

“No– You’re expressing chaos.”

……...........

.......

Thinking about that is already making him displeased…

“Wait so it’s okay if I fluster you after 10?” She grinned wickedly. She’s already coming up with ideas to bother him.

“Do that and clause  3.2.2 becomes invalid,” he threatened.

She shut up. Emotional support loaf comes first.

They reviewed the whole clause. At the bottom of the page…

27. Happy Birthday

Y/n sat on the floor with the unopened parcel from her parents resting before her. 

She was just staring at it when Kaoru walked in, holding his tablet in one hand, stylus in the other. “Happy birthday,” he said casually.

Y/n looked up. “Did the presents give it away?”

Kaoru didn’t even glance at the box. “No, Reki was spamming the group chat. Do you want something special for today?”

Y/n was a little thrown off by the question. “No,” she said, waving a hand. “I’m fine. It’s just another day.”

Kaoru studied her. “Just another day,” he repeated under his breath.

She grinned, hugging the parcel close. “Besides, Reki’s chaos counts as entertainment, right?”

“That’s one word for it,” Kaoru murmured.

“So you don't have to bother,” she dismissed. “My parents will probably throw another party at the weekend like they always do and you’re invited by the way.”

“Party?” he repeated.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “With relatives and close associates, the usual crowd.”

“And… is that how you want to celebrate it?”

Y/n hesitated for a second. “That’s how we do it every year,” she said. “Although Rika and Aoi said they’d treat me to cake, so we’ll head out to eat.”

“I see,” he finally murmured.

Y/n looked up at him curiously. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, turning away. “Enjoy your meal with your friends. Also what do you want for breakfast?”

Y/n stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“What?” he said, noticing her perplexed expression.

“Are you planning on poisoning me? On my birthday?”

“What would I even get out of poisoning you?!” he said, his forehead twitching.

“Then do you have some kind of terminal illness so you decide to do nice things before you die–”

“I’m perfectly healthy I assure you– and no I'm not doing this because I’m trying to be domestic either,” he added as soon as he saw her open her mouth. “Carla said this would make you happy, so consider me making breakfast as your birthday gift.”

Y/n was speechless. “You asked Carla for ways to make my heart flutter,” she teased.

“I asked Carla what to get you for your birthday–” he corrected firmly. “But she had no idea and suggested this instead.”

“Ah, acts of service. That’s–”

“Finish that sentence and all you’ll get is burnt toast,” he threatened.

She shut up. Only because she wanted to get a taste of food he made and maybe add a few more ridiculous breakfast suggestions.

After the birthday treat with Rika and Aoi, which had been chaotic but fun and also involved getting teased about Kaoru that she tried (and failed) to deflect, Y/n went to Joe’s restaurant who promised her free meal.

“This is the best birthday gift ever,” she said, her eyes practically glowing as another plate of food arrived. “I can’t believe you’re actually letting me eat for free. Without complaining.”

Joe leaned back with a smug grin. “Of course I am. What kind of guy do you think I am? I’ve got to treat my favorite little sister figure on her birthday.”

“I’ll take that as long as the free food keeps coming.”

That's when Reki burst in. "I object!" Reki said, dragging Langa behind him.

"Huh?" Y/n looked up mid-bite confused.

Reki stood in front of Joe. "You cannot continue this date!" Reki pointed at Joe.

Y/n frowned at Joe giving him a ‘what did you do?’ look. Y/n speculated that Joe messaged the others and told them he was taking her out on a date. Typical Joe behavior.

Joe just shrugged looking entirely too pleased with himself as Reki dramatically pointed at him.

Reki slammed his hands on the table. “Y/n, don’t fall for his tricks! He’s just trying to steal you away from Kaoru!”

“Steal me—what am I, a limited-edition figurine?”

Joe laughed. “Oh, come on, Reki. I’m feeding her, not proposing. Her boyfriend will glare at me if I do that.”

“He’s not my—” Y/n started.

“Uh-huh,” Reki said, crossing his arms with a frown. “Then what will your fangirls say?”

Joe smirked. “They’ll understand,” he said with that usual confidence.

“What do girls even see in him?” Reki said.

Joe grinned. “There’s no need to be jealous, kid. It’s charisma.”

“Charisma my ass–”

Y/n muttered watching them bicker. “More like delusion.”

Joe put a hand over his heart dramatically. “You wound me, Y/n. Here I am giving you free dinner—”

“Which you called a date,” she interrupted.

“—and yet no gratitude.” He sighed with mock despair.

Langa slid in beside her, smiling as he handed her a small wrapped gift. “We brought you something.”

“That’s nice of you…”

But before she could say anything else, Langa pointed to her plate. “Also, can I have some?”

“Sure,” Y/n said, sliding the dish a little closer.

“You’re sharing your food??” Reiki said in disbelief.

“He gave me a gift,” Y/n said.

“Don’t feed the kid. He eats a lot,” Joe glared as Langa grabbed a bite.

“Come on, you made us rush here straight from school!” Reki argued, plopping down too. “We deserve food for our efforts!”

“Buy it if you want it,” Joe said, crossing his arms. “You two are gonna make me bankrupt.”

“You literally own the restaurant!”

“Yeah, and freeloaders like you are the reason the bills stack up,” Joe shot back.

Langa and Y/n enjoyed the food while the two bickered in the background.

That Weekend

Y/n was leaning against a corner tired from all that socialization in her parents home. Her eyes followed Kaoru as he was standing near the piano with her uncle, talking about art and business as if he’d known the man for years.

“Kaoru-san! You have such refined taste!” her aunt gushed.

“My word…” she muttered into her drink. ‘It’s almost terrifying of how well he’s playing along…’ 

Her cousin leaned over. “Your husband’s a hit, huh? Auntie said he’s the most cultured man she’s met this year.”

“Of course she did,” Y/n sighed, watching Kaoru flash his polite, professional smile; the one that made people swoon without realizing how practiced it was. 

“Y/n!” her mother called, pulling her toward the circle Kaoru had effortlessly charmed. “Kaoru was just telling us about the art exhibition he’s working on! Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Y-yeah, wonderful,” Y/n said.

Kaoru glanced at her, then leaned closer when no one was looking. “You look like you’re having fun,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth curving up.

“Don’t test me,” she muttered back.

Her aunt clasped her hands together. “You two are adorable! Look at them so in sync!”

Y/n felt her face heat. “W-we just… understand each other, that’s all.”

“She’s right. We’re… rather good at reading each other.” Kaoru was definitely having fun.

All was going well until at dinnertime someone asked the question she dreaded since the moment she rang the doorbell.

“When are you planning on having children?” 

Y/n smiled stiffly, her eye twitching slightly. She whipped her gaze toward Kaoru, silently screaming at him to say something, to direct this conversation away.

“What? You’ve been married for a while now. It’s a natural question.”

“With all due respect,” Kaoru began smoothly, “we’d like it to be just the two of us for a while.”

............

Y/n almost spurt out her drink. ‘He didn’t even blink.’ It was as if he had been rehearsing for this moment for a long time.

“A marriage should be built on time, trust, and experience together. So we believe it’s better for us to spend more time with each other,” he added.

“Practical. I like that answer,” one of her relatives nodded.

“A strong foundation is important, I suppose. That’s thoughtful,” the one who asked the question said.

Kaoru met her eyes. Then gave a smile that clearly said he was pleased with himself.

‘He’s acting like we’ve had this deep heart-to-heart about building a future together…’ she thought.

“Yeah. That’s… exactly what we talked about.”

The sound of rain drumming against rooftops could be heard at a distance.

“Looks like it’s not letting up anytime soon,” Y/n’s mother said, peering outside with concern. “You two should stay the night.”

“Okay,” Y/n  agreed without thinking much of it.

“I’ll prepare your old room for the two of you then,” he mother said.

Y/n froze. “Wait—two of us? Mom? My room.”

“Yes. Don’t worry we left it just as it was,” her mother waved her off.

“You’re letting him–” Y/n cleared her throat and fixed her tone. “Kaoru will be sleeping in my room?”

“Yes.”

“Where will I sleep?” Y/n said even though she already knew the answer.

“With him of course. Aren’t you married?”

"Mom, why not give Kaoru the guest room? My bed’s small for the both of us," Y/n suggested.

"Your aunt is staying there. Besides, your bed is big enough for two people," her mom said.

"But Kaoru sleeps with-" she looked at Kaoru who was standing beside them listening to the conversation play out. She can not say he sleeps with a bunch of pillows unless she wants her cat sold."-he prefers his space. The bed at home is bigger."

“Your bed has enough space too,” her mother stated.

Y/n could feel the invisible smugness radiating off her mom. “Mom—”

Before she could protest further, Kaoru smoothly slid in. “That’s perfectly fine. I don’t mind at all.”

Y/n turned to stare at him in horror. “I don’t want you uncomfortable in a cramped space,” she forced out.

He met her glare with infuriating calm. “It’s just one night. I’m sure we’ll manage.”

Her mother clasped her hands together. “Wonderful! I’ll have the room prepared. You two must be tired. It's been a long day.”

Y/n forced a smile. “Oh, so tired. Exhausted, actually.”

As her mother walked off, Y/n turned sharply to Kaoru. “You accepted?!” she whisper-yelled.

Kaoru arched an eyebrow. “Would you rather I made it suspicious and refused to share a room with my own wife?”

“We literally have to share a bed,” she hissed.

They were standing in the center of her room. Soft cream walls, photos from her school days still pinned on the corkboard, stuffed animals stacked at a corner. Y/n felt him judge her existence.

Kaoru looked around, quietly taking it in. “It’s… cute.”

“Don’t,” she warned. “Just—don’t start. And go ask mom for a spare mattress,” Y/n told him.

“I’m not asking your mother for a spare mattress. You do it,” he said, walking over to the pictures.

“She won’t give it to me without a better reason… I know– I’ll say you kicked me off bed,” she slapped her hand on her table.

“Say that and I’ll seriously kick you,” he warned. “Tell her you kicked me off instead.”

“And have her scold my non-existential bad sleeping habits? No thank you,” she said, shoving spare pajamas his way.

“It’d be rude of me to ask your mother to go through this trouble after agreeing to share a bed in the first place,” he said.

“She won’t give in to my pleas and you think it’s rude… great,” she muttered, holding her pajamas. "Turn around.”

“You’re going to change in here?” He did a double take.

“We need to keep the illusion up. We could go change in the bathroom when everyone’s asleep but I’m too tired for that.” She waited for him to turn away. “Or are you planning on watching, perv?”

“I’m not–” Kaoru quickly added, turning away.

“Don't look unless I say so, okay?" Y/n said, turning away to change.

Kaoru hummed as he reached for the sash of his kimono, his back facing hers. ‘I should get this over with then..’

Y/n glanced over her shoulder, making sure Kaoru’s back was facing her. Kaoru slipped his kimono down his shoulders making her snap her head away as a faint blush crept in.

He may appear graceful and unaffected but his posture was rigid with awareness. He stepped out of his kimono, eyes fixed on the opposite wall. But he was aware of every rustle of fabric, the scrape of her foot against the floor.

Y/n pulled her pajama pants up, hyper conscious of the fact that Kaoru could technically see her if he turned around. She tried to focus on changing as fast as she could. 

Kaoru, on the other hand, tugged the shirt over his head, aware of her movements out of the corner of his senses. His hands lingered over the shirt.

Kaoru adjusted the waistband of his pajama pants, keeping his front turned away. He couldn’t help but imagine her movements. He wanted to punch himself…

Y/n finally finished changing into her pajamas. “Okay… all done.”

Kaoru finally allowed himself to turn to stare directly at her.

They stood there silently, both acutely aware of the other’s presence.

"Let’s draw lots," Y/n finally said, breaking the silence. “Chosen one gets the bed.”

They did. This resulted in luck favouring Kaoru.

“This is rigged…” Y/n muttered.

Kaoru folded his arms, smug as ever. “Life is rigged, my dear. You’ll survive one night on the floor.”

She shot him a glare. “You call yourself my husband and yet—”

“—fake husband,” he corrected.

“Whatever! The point is, this is where you’re supposed to step in and say, ‘No, darling, take the bed, I insist.’”

“And deprive myself of the satisfaction of victory? Not a chance.”

“I’m sure you did something–” she accused.

“I didn’t even touch the paper.”

Y/n huffed, flopping on the floor with a blanket and pillow. "If I wake up with back pain, I'm blaming you."

Kaoru propped his head up with one hand on the bed. "Not my problem. You should've picked better."

Y/n groaned. "I knew it was rigged."

……………..

…………..

‘This is hella uncomfortable,’ Y/n thought as she lay on the floor. Kaoru was already fast asleep on the bed. She took out her phone. 'Since I can't sleep anyway I'll get some light reading done.’ 

That's what she said 2 hours and 99 chapters ago….

Y/n was trying her best to stifle a giggle as she rolled around. "No way, he really said that?!”She was lying on her stomach on the floor, the blanket haphazardly covering her, completely absorbed in the manga she was reading.

She bit her lip, burying her face into the pillow as another laugh threatened to escape. ‘This couple is too adorable,’ she thought, scrolling. ‘They’re making my single soul ache.’

Just then, a groggy voice came from the bed. “…Are you seriously laughing at this hour?”

Y/n froze mid-snicker. “No?”

“Then who’s making that noise, your ghost? What are you even doing?”

“Go back to sleep,” she shot back.

Kaoru sat up fully now, squinting down at her. “You’re the one who’s keeping me from sleeping… you’re reading at this hour?” 

“Couldn’t sleep,” she said without looking up at him.

“Just get up here if you can’t sleep.” His sleep derived state was making his patience snap.

“I’m fine—just five more chapters,” Y/n said, waving him off.

“Read tomorrow.”

"Nuh-uh." Y/n said eyes focused on her phone. “This is  comforting.” 

He stared for a long moment, jaw twitching slightly, before he finally swung his legs over the bed and stood. “Unbelievable…”

Y/n looked up too late. Kaoru crouched down and picked her up.

“Wait—wait, what are you doing?!” she squeaked, clutching her phone to her chest as he effortlessly lifted her.

“Saving my sleep,” he said dryly as he unceremoniously dropped her onto the mattress.

Y/n bounced once. “Ow! You could’ve warned me!”

“I did,” he said, taking the phone from her and placing it on the nightstand. “You didn’t listen.”

“You’re ruining my moment.”

Kaoru settled onto the bed beside her making a barricade with her plushies between them. “You’re ruining my sleep. Stay on your side,” he warned. “And don’t steal my blanket.”

She tilted her head. “Or… what princess?”

“Or… I’ll seriously kick you down.”

“Should I test your resolve, then?”

Instead of retorting like she expected, Kaoru reached out and dragged the blanket up under her chin, tucking it neatly around her shoulders.

This sudden action threw her off. 

“One wrong move and I'll seriously consider kicking you. Understood?” he stated, looking into her eyes.

“Understood,” she repeated, stunned.

With that Kaoru got back to his much required sleep.

For a while Y/n couldn’t sleep. The warmth of his body so close, made her question everything. ‘This was… not part of the plan,' she thought as sleep overtook her.

Kaoru stirred awake when he felt something warm press against his side in the dead of night. He cracked an eye open to find Y/n with her arm draped over his chest.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath. ‘How did she get past the wall of oversized stuffed toys in her sleep?’

He tried to push her off, careful not to wake her as he had no intentions of hearing her comment on the present situation. But every time he moved, she pressed tighter.

At first, he thought he could stay still and wait for her to roll away on her own as he drifted off to sleep. Except at one point Y/n flung her leg over his torso her entire body pressed against him now.

‘Just push her away without touching anywhere else…’ “Y/n…” he whispered, pushing her shoulder. “You’re… strangling me.”

No response. She just nuzzled closer.

“Maybe I should take the floor,” he finally muttered. But it proved impossible to even move. Every time he shifted Y/n clung tighter.

‘I feel bad for her cat if this is what that feline has to deal with,’ he thought as he started to give in to his fate. He stared at the ceiling willing himself to ignore the way her body squeezed against his. ‘She’s heavy. She’s clingy. She—’

His gaze drifted down.

Her face was completely unguarded in sleep, her features relaxed in a way that lightened his irritation. He couldn’t stop staring, tracing the slope of her cheek to her eyelashes. He could practically count them.

He sighed, lifting a hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face but stopped midway, curling his fingers into a fist before retreating. “…This is ridiculous.”

Her warmth and softness was oddly comforting as it made him wonder if he actually wanted to shove her back to her side of the bed or keep her here.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night, but Kaoru couldn’t bring himself to complain anymore.

_________

The following morning Y/n stirred awake earlier than usual.

‘Uggh I missed sleeping in my bed,’ she thought, stretching her body slightly, ignoring the warm figure behind her. ‘Sleeping alongside my husband–’

She stilled her half-awake thoughts…. ‘I have a fake husband!!’ her thoughts screamed as she fully shook the sleep off and registered the arm across the middle of her body.

Then she made the mistake of turning back to see a peacefully asleep Kaoru, his face inches from hers.

She quickly slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him up. She sat up and stared at his figure, her face red. He looked too good like that.

“…no one’s going to believe this,” she muttered in awe after composing herself.

And before logic could stop her, she grabbed her phone and clicked. The soft shutter sound echoed loud.

Kaoru’s voice came out low and thick with sleep. “...Did you just take a picture?”

Her eyes darted to the side as she shoved her phone behind her back. “No…” she said way too quickly.

His brow furrowed. “Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“Delete it.”

“There’s nothing to delete,” she said, smiling innocently.

Kaoru sat up, the blanket sliding down to his waist, pink hair messy from sleep which only made him look even more unfairly good looking. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Delete it,” he stated firmly this time.

“No.”

His brow twitched. “Y/n.”

“Delete what?” she said, inching backward on the bed.

“The photo–”

“It was a photo of the scenery…” she said helplessly.

“Let me see then.”

“...no.”

And then he lunged.

“This is violation of privacy!” she yelped as he grabbed at her wrist, trying to snatch the phone. They wrestled clumsily, Kaoru muttering curses under his breath.

“You’re violating my privacy,” he said trying to pry her fingers open.

In a desperate move, Y/n slipped the phone under her shirt.

Kaoru froze....

They both did.......

Y/n realized his hand was hovering far too close, far too risky. Her heart thundered in her chest. “...You wouldn’t,” she smirked despite her racing heart.

He didn’t move for a moment as if contemplating his actions. Finally, he straightened, “Unbelievable. Also don’t sleep hugging me next time.”

Y/n scoffed. “Excuse you, I only hug soft, warm things like my cat. You’re cold and made of stone.”

Kaoru turned, giving her a flat look. “Stone?” He opened his mouth, to retort  but stopped himself. ‘Of course she doesn’t remember.’ The second she mentioned warm, his mind flashed back to last night — the heat of her body pressed against his, her breath brushing his neck.

“Why are you blushing? Did you dream something scandalous?” Y/n said leaning toward him.

He looked away immediately, snatching his glasses from the bedside table. “You’re so annoying in the mornings.” He walked out the door.

26. He Loves Me Not

Last time during lunch at Reki’s, his family mentioned Kaoru loving Y/n. She brushed it off as they do act like a real couple in public. It’s only proof that their act is paying off.

So how does she explain the accusations of Cherry’s fangirls. They’ve never once publicly displayed their fake relationship at S. They are being absurd right now….

“Thank you,” the leader of the group said, clutching her hand.

Y/n gave a puzzled look. “Huh? For what?”

“For giving us the opportunity to see Cherry-sama’s lovestruck face,” another chimed in.

“Wait, what?” Y/n said, utterly confused. “Lovestruck?” ‘The heck?’

The fangirls nodded in unison.

One girl clasped her hands to her chest. “When he looks at you, it’s like watching a romance drama come to life. So pure… so gentle…”

“His eyes, girl,” another said. “He looked at you like you hung the stars.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about?”

An hour ago….

The crowd at S was still buzzing from the beef. Y/n, grinning ear to ear, showed off a stack of books to Cherry.

“Look! Look!” she practically shoved them under his nose. “Do you see this? Limited edition hardcovers! The guy coughed up his whole collection as penalty. I’m going to build a shrine.”

Kaoru arched his brow. “You challenged someone to a beef for a bunch of books.”

“Says the one who has petty beefs with Joe all the time for anything  random. Besides, these aren’t ordinary books! These are rare limited treasures.”

She flipped through a book with a grin so bright it rivaled the lights around. “Aaah, they even smell like fresh ink. Ka– Cherry, smell this— wait, no. You wouldn’t understand the appeal”

Kaoru opened his mouth to retort instead, he found himself just… watching. The way her eyes sparkled, how her smile lit up her entire face, it almost tugged a soft smile to his lips.

Y/n squinted at him. “You look weird.”

“Says the one sniffing books in public.”

“Don’t slander my treasures!”

Unbeknownst to them, a group of Cherry’s fangirls had been watching the exchange from a distance, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

So the fangirls cornered her.

Y/n, was processing their nonsense at this moment.  “No, no, you’ve got it all wrong. That’s just… Cherry being Cherry .” ‘Lovestruck? Cherry? Impossible. They must’ve been staring too long at his face and mixed delusion and reality.’

“Don’t deny it! We’ve been following Cherry-sama for years, and we’ve never seen him look at anyone like that.”  the leader said. “Cherry-sama’s usually so composed! But with you, he glowed!”

“…You sure it wasn’t just neon lights reflecting off him?” Y/n suggested.

The girls shook their heads, dead serious. “We know Cherry-sama’s faces by heart. And that—” one of them clutched her heart, “—that was the face of a man in love.”

Y/n’s expression was flat as a dead fish. “…This feels like a cult meeting.”

“I think I saw a blush,” a girl in the back added, ignoring her. “Like with soft lighting and everything.”

“Okay, you’re all hallucinating.”

“You’re in denial,” the leader said knowingly.

Y/n stepped back. “I—he’s not—I mean—what?!”

“The tenderness, the longing! It’s undeniable. We’re rooting for you!” they all chimed, before dispersing, leaving Y/n standing there.

Y/n stood frozen “What just happened?” she muttered.

Langa appeared beside her. "This is like a scene from a drama," he said innocently.

"Aghh- when did you get here??" she yelled, clutching her chest.

“When something about love started,” he said, hugging his skateboard. “Are you getting bullied because of the villainess?!”

“Nooo not you too. There’s no love and no villainess!” she said firmly. 'I don’t remember recommending this to him,' she thought.

Yet no matter how hard she tried to dismiss it, the word wouldn’t stop echoing in her head.

Lovestruck…?

___________

“Okay, if Kaoru really likes me, there has to be proof.” Thus Y/n decided to test him because there's no way she can directly ask him that without being made fun of.

Attempt 1

At breakfast, she slid her bowl toward him. “Kaoru, can I have your egg?”

“No.”

‘If he loved me, he’d give me the egg,’ she thought.

“And stop being so damn lazy. Go make your own egg,” he criticized.

She faked a gasp. “You don’t even love your wife to give her an egg?!”

"It's 8 in the morning. Go bother someone else...”

Conclusion: not love. Bonus point- called me lazy.

Attempt 2

They stood in the aisle during grocery shopping. Y/n 'accidentally' reached for something on the higher shelf.

“Ugh, too high,” she muttered, pretending to struggle. “If only someone strong enough would help.”

Kaoru gave her a long look before reaching over her with ease, plucking the item down. “You’re short. That’s all.”

She pouted but noted it down regardless.

Conclusion: He reached over me. But roasted my height(kick him next time)

Attempt 3

She decided to ask directly.  As she left the house she said,  “Kaoru, if I fainted right here, what would you do?”

“…Call an ambulance.”

“Not catch me??”

“I’d make sure you didn’t hit your head. You'd probably lose more screws if that happened.”

“Unromantic!” she accused.

“…You want me to carry you to the hospital or something? You're heavy.”

Conclusion: Roasted my weight! Not in love.

Attempt 4

‘If he’s in love with me, he’ll freak out when I do something reckless… right?’ So, she strapped on her highest heels, grabbed her board, and headed out.

Kaoru saw her go out but didn't comment on it “…You’re insane,” was all he muttered.

Y/n smirked. ‘See? He doesn’t even care. He’s not panicking. Experiment proven.’ And for a while, she was fine. Shaky but fine. She even managed a few clean runs.

Until her ankle twisted mid-turn.

Reki dialed Kaoru panicking. “Kaoru, she—she—she’s dying!”

“Reki I’m fine…” Y/n said.

Within fifteen minutes, Kaoru was there, looming over her with a stormy face. “You absolute idiot,” he said, crouching down. He pressed lightly around her ankle. “Skating. In heels. Do you have no survival instincts?”

“I was testing myself,” Y/n mumbled.

“What test? To see how fast you could break your bones?” He lifted her onto his back without another thought.

The entire walk home was a scolding....

“You could’ve fractured it. What were you even thinking? No, don’t answer—you weren’t.” He adjusted  his hand carefully under her thigh.

“This is exactly why you can’t be left alone.”

“And if you so much as touch that board before you’re healed, I’ll throw every pair of heels you own into the river.”

Y/n clung to his shoulders, her ears bleeding from his nagging. 

Conclusion: He’s mad. This isn’t love. Nope. He’s annoyed. Definitely not love.

Few days later

At Kaoru’s company, Y/n sat cross-legged on the low table across from him, chin resting in her hands as she studied him. ‘All those experiments proved nothing. I only got lectured or roasted...’ she thought.

Kaoru’s brush paused mid-stroke. He could feel her gaze drilling into him. “Are you just going to sit there?” he asked without looking up. “I thought you had something to do.”

“Uh—yeah,” she said, scrambling for an excuse. “I had… something to do in the area, so I thought I’d drop by.” She smiled like she had no ulterior motives.

Kaoru narrowed his eyes. “…Honestly, you’re making me nervous.”

‘Why would I make him nervous? Does that mean…?!’ She straightened. “Why?”

He was taken aback at her expectant tone. “Because it feels like you’re going to break something any moment. Unless you’re here to do calligraphy, leave—”

“Oh okay!” Y/n said happily. 

Kaoru was thrown off by her sudden cheer. She almost looked… relieved? Happy? 

As she walked toward the door she thought, ‘he told me to leave. If he liked me, he wouldn’t want me gone. He’d have found some excuse to keep me here. This confirms it—he doesn’t love me. I was being delulu after hearing that nonsense at S.’

Kaoru frowned, watching her skip to the door. 'Why is she getting weirder day by day?' Kaoru sat up. “Wait— I’ll walk you out.”

Y/n froze mid-step, her hand still on her bag strap. ‘Oh no. That proves nothing!' Her face gave her away.

Kaoru’s caught the shift in her expression. “What’s with that look on your face?”

“I’m… happy!” she blurted, plastering on the brightest smile she could manage.

Kaoru stared at her expression like he was dissecting it. “You look like you’re planning murder.”

“I’m not!” Y/n waved her hands quickly.

“Honestly, if you’re thinking of pulling a prank, I’ll sell your cat,” he threatened as he stepped closer.

Y/n gasped. “I’m not! And don’t you dare touch my cat.”

“Then behave,” he said smiling faintly. Without waiting for her comeback, his hand slid naturally to the small of her back, guiding her toward the door with ease.

Her steps faltered at first, but she quickly adjusted. His head dipped closer to hers as they walked, his hair brushing near her temple.

“You’re tense,” he said casually.

“I’m not tense,” she muttered. Her face, however, was warm.

“By the way, I’ll be visiting your campus next week.”

“...What?”

“For a calligraphy partnership project,” he explained. “One of your professors reached out. They wanted someone with experience to co-host a workshop.”

Her steps faltered. “You mean you’re going to be… at my college?”

Kaoru hummed, moving his hands to her shoulders from behind and leaned in towards her ear smirking. “Mm. Why? Embarrassed to be seen with me, my love? You didn’t seem to have any problem asking me out on dates.”

Y/n turned to him. “N-no! It’s just… you on campus standing there with your diva energy… everyone’s going to lose their minds!”

“I’ll be doing my job, not auditioning for popularity. Pretend not to know me if you’re worried too much.” His hand found her back again as gently dragged her along.

Y/n groaned into her hands. “My friends know you… Do you know how much gossip this is going to cause?!”

“Why does that matter? You are my wife.”

Her cheeks heated. “You can’t just drop that so casually!”

..........................

Just a few feet away, Kaoru’s employees had stopped what they were doing. Two assistants behind the reception desk exchanged wide-eyed looks.

“Did you see that?” the younger one gasped. “Boss actually smiled. like, a playful smile and initiated pda.”

“This doesn’t really count as pda,” the other said.

Another employee leaned against the counter. “No but all these years Sakurayashiki-sama did not strike me as the type to initiate physical contact. Miss Y/n is a god. Who knew he’d light up like that by seeing his wife?”

“Exactly!” the younger one behind the counter said.. “Normally, when he talks to clients it’s all politeness. But with his wife? He was teasing. Teasing! Never in my dreams I thought I'd see this!!”

“Honestly,” the other said, half in awe, “I thought he’d married her out of obligation, but after that? Nope. He’s whipped.”

25. Lunch At Reki's

Y/n sat at the table in Reki’s house for weekly lunch, happily munching on the food his mom had made.

“It’s unfortunate that Kaoru couldn’t come today,” Reki’s mom was saying.

“It’s not like it’ll change anything. He’s gonna sit here and compliment your food anyway. Too damn smooth..” Reki muttered under his breath, his head down, cheek pressed to the table.

“Reki! Don’t be rude to people who are nice. Kaoru's practically family,” Reki’s mom said, smacking his back.

Reki jumped at the contact, rubbing his back. “Ow! Mom it feels like he’s your son who comes home every holiday-”

“Speaking of which, Y/n!” Koyomi practically bounced in her seat. “How was your date with Kaoru-san?!”

The chopsticks froze in Y/n’s hand.  “…Where did you hear that?” She glanced at Reki who sweatdropped under her glare.

Koyomi innocently said. “From Langa!”

Y/n turned to Reki again, who started sweating harder. His face paled.

“And how did he know?” Y/n asked, voice dangerously calm. She never told the gang about the fake date and Kaoru wouldn’t either.

“We… saw you yesterday..” Reki explained.

Koyomi sparkled with curiosity. “Sooo, was it romantic? Did he hold your hand? Did you kiss?”

Reki feared for his life. “Koyomi! Don’t just ask that!!”

“It’s good to spend time with each other. It strengthens your relationship. Marriage must be treating you well, huh?” Reki’s mom said warmly.

Y/n nearly choked. “W-what?? Uh… I guess…” Her face flushed hot.

Reki’s mom only chuckled. She leaned her cheek against her hand with a fond sigh. “That boy stares at you like you’re the last sakura tree in bloom.”

Y/n laughed nervously. “O-oh… does he?” Y/n slapped her hands against her cheeks to hide the color blooming. ‘Oh my god, how am I supposed to respond to that?!’ she screamed internally. ‘She doesn’t know my whole marriage is basically a romcom lie.’

Reki, on the other hand, was sweating buckets. “Mom…” he whined, giving her a pleading look that screamed ‘please, stop talking, you have no idea what’s going on.’

Reki’s mom reached over and patted her hand gently. “You’ll be alright, sweetheart. I can tell he loves you.”

Koyomi leaned across the table, her eyes sparkling. “He must like you a lot, Y/n-nee. Like, a lot.”

 “Eh- don’t say weird things,” Y/n said quickly.

Beside her, Reki looked like he was considering skating off a cliff. “You’re killing me.”

But Y/n’s faint smile carried a bittersweet edge. “I don’t think someone would love me like that. Not really….”

There was a pause. Then, Reki’s mom began, “You know… when love doesn’t arrive the way you expect… that doesn’t mean it’s not real.”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“Love’s quiet, sometimes. It doesn’t always announce itself with grand gestures. Sometimes it’s just there—in small things. In the way someone remembers how you like your tea, or how they do things for you without being asked.”

Y/n stared at her. ‘Can she read minds or something?’ 

Reki choked on his rice. “Mom!” he yelped, burying his head in his arms. “Stop making this sound like a romance drama!”

Koyomi grinned wider. “But it is~”

Y/n let out a shaky laugh. ‘Quiet love, huh’ The thought lingered.

Her mind drifted: Kaoru reaching to tie her hair when she rushed in the morning… slipping her book away at 2 a.m. just to drag her to bed… his hand gently pressed to her lower back when guiding her through a crowd. His actions screamed quiet love…

She dismissed the thoughts. ‘Nope. Not love. Definitely not. He only does those things because I’m messy. He always complains afterwards. Definitely not love.’

Chihiro and Nanaka, were sitting side by side at the table, their food untouched, eyes wide as they listened in on the conversation.

“W-what?” Y/n asked warily, noticing them staring.

The twins exchanged a glance and stated, “...You’re in love with a prince charming.”

Y/n really can’t catch a break. First Koyomi and now the twins. “WHAT—No, no, no. It’s not like that.”

“But you were smiling when you talked about him.”

“I was not!” Y/n hissed, flustered. “Eat your food!”

Reki’s head slammed onto the table. “I can’t do this anymore,” he muttered, praying for divine intervention.

Well at least it was good to know she was successful in proving they got a healthy marriage…

_____

As soon as they were out of Koyomi and his mom’s earshot, Reki whispering yelled, “I am so sorry! Langa just randomly dropped that in front of Mom and Koyomi! I didn’t even think he’d say that.”

Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose. “...Fine. But answer me this…. how did Langa even know it was a date?”

There was a pause.

Reki’s eyes widened. “...It was a date!?”

Y/n froze. ‘Oh, shit.’ When Reki saw them yesterday he didn’t think it was a date. As someone who knows about their arrangement, this is the only logical thought. Y/n just gave herself away.

Reki gripped her shoulders, shaking her. “Y/n… did you— did you fall in love with that coldhearted, unfeeling guy?!”

“NO!” Y/n blurted, her face heating up instantly.

Reki leaned closer, eyes narrowing. “But you’re blushing! Why is your face red!”

“It’s not- I’m not!!” Y/n yelped, pushing him back.

“Oh my god, Y/n!” Reki gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d just discovered the biggest plot twist in anime history. “You’re gone! You’ve fallen for him!”

“I-I haven’t!” she insisted, her voice cracking.

Reki pointed at her. “Then why did you go on a date then?? This is insane. What do you even see in him?!”

 “It’s because I needed date ideas and Kaoru was helping me!” she whisper-yelled back.

“...Oh.” His expression then shifted rapidly from understanding to horror. “Wait– Willingly?!”

Y/n opened her mouth, but nothing came out. How does she explain that?

He dramatically slapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god. He’s in love with you!”

“He’s not-?!” Y/n corrected him, exasperated.

“That’s the only explanation!” Reki said, hands flailing, his whisper-yell not even quiet anymore. “Serious and calculating Cherry agreeing to help with fake date ideas?! Who even does that unless they’re head over heels?!”

“Reki, you’re insane. Did you trip on your skateboard and hit your head or something?” 

Reki wasn’t letting go of his theories. “No, no— Langa was right.”

“...What?”

“He was the one who pointed out that you two were on a date. I thought he was joking when he said he mastered the arts of romance,” Reki said, impressed.

Y/n froze. Her eye twitched. ‘Oh no.’ She knew exactly where Langa mastered said arts. ‘I shouldn’t have lent him my novels…’

“Miya looked disgusted with Langa’s theories-”

“Miya was there too! Ugh– Reki just… shut up,” Y/n muttered, her back hitting the wall as she slowly slid down to the floor. Her hands covered her face, muffling a groan.

Reki was startled by the sudden shift. He stopped yapping. He sank down beside her.

His voice was softer this time. “Y/n… be honest. Not with me with yourself. Do you like Kaoru?”

Y/n’s heart gave a strange lurch. Her mind raced, moments flashing before her eyes—Kaoru’s exasperated sighs, his quiet smiles, the way his hand lingered a second too long when guiding her…

Her lips parted, “I… don’t think so…” 

Reki studied her; gave a small nod. “Even if you do,” he said gently, “it’s okay. As long as he makes you happy.”

The sincerity in his tone hit her harder.

“But if he hurts you I’ll fight him,” Reki said, pumping a fist in the air.

“You literally shake in your shoes when he glares at you,” Y/n chuckled.

“What are you two doing?”

Both Y/n and Reki flinched at the sudden voice. They turned their heads at the same time to see Koyomi peeking from the corner.

“Uh—nothing,” Y/n said quickly, waving her hands. “Just… sitting.”

Koyomi grinned. Without another word, she bounded over and plopped down between Y/n and Reki.

Reki groaned. “Koyomi, you’re crushing me-”

Y/n couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out. The absurdity of it all— her spiraling thoughts about Kaoru, Reki’s earnest advice, and now Koyomi squeezing herself into their little corner was enough to soften her mood.

“What, you didn’t invite me,” Koyomi pouted, leaning against Y/n’s shoulder.