"You can relax..."
"I promise to take extra care of you."

The sensation of someone's warm fingertips carefully travelling up the crook of your neck felt very vivid. And just by hearing his voice alone, you knew that you were being drawn in like a moth to a flame.

His breath tickled the edge of your ear, and during the moment all you could spot was that white head of hair burying into your shoulder. He was being so gentle and so delicate-- despite hovering over you with a bit of his weight pressing you against his bed.

Your hands tremble slightly as you carelessly wrapped your arms around his slim torso; currently exposed to you, and for only your eyes to see. You feel a spur of red filling your cheeks as his lips pressed further and further along your neck before gently meeting with your collarbone. It caused you to gulp, aware that he was going to take his time with you... as if he was trying to savor his treat.

His forelocks obscured his features, but a small smile-- mixed with lust and hunger-- was definitely present.

He softly ran a hand up your forearm and right up to your wrist, feeling your veins before he ended up reaching the palm of your hand, interlocking your fingers in a tight, possessive clutch.

It caused you to shiver, letting out a sigh while his other hand worked on undoing the red bowtie holding your uniform collar together. During the moment, you felt helpless, helplessly attracted to his touch, and the way he breathed.

"...My [Y/N]."

"My sweet [Y/N]..."

And then, he tilts his head up to view you in exchange for your attention. Your eyes narrow onto the enchanting irises you've grown fond over...

A sweet, vibrant shade of yellow. Golden, like the rays of sunlight.

"Can you promise me something?"
"I want us to always be together, even in-"

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

"AGh--!!" Your eyes snapped open and you yelped from the sudden heart attack you were having. You flung forward, clenching your bedsheets in one hand as you stared at your bedroom space before you with wide eyes. "Ha.. haa ..." You were panting heavily, exhausted and fatigued as if you'd just ran a marathon.

"That was... t-that was... just a dream..?"

You glanced at your alarm clock beside you, watching it ring obnoxiously loudly before you reached over to turn it off. After that, you just sat in silence for a while in your dark room...

...

....

......

"HUH?!!!!!!!!!"

You reacted loudly, touching your face as it erupted in a red that far exceeds a volcano. What was that?! Why were you dreaming about... about .. Seiichiro, of all people!!? I mean, what the hell, what kind of preverted fantasies were you about to indulge in just now?!!

Covering your eyes, you started shaking your head vigorously. Yet every time you saw nothing, all you could remember was feeling how real and electric his touch was. And his bare body... how sweaty it was... and how naturally defined it is considering his physique, similarly to Shiro.

"No no no!! This is messed up!" You pulled your hair out, "Doesn't that make me insane?!!! I wish I forgot all about that--!! ah... h..huh?"

During your panic, you stopped the second you noticed something. Your eyes lowered towards your blankets, and when you pulled them up slowly you took a cautious, but curious, glance between your legs.

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'Oh, Y-You've got to be kidding me!!!' You thought as you gripped the fold of the fabric.

Before you knew it, you were watching your bedsheets toss and turn in the washing machine as you stood there watching it, brushing your teeth leisurely. You seriously couldn't believe yourself.. or more frankly-- you couldn't believe the nerve of your body!! At least you're not the only one in the world who has struggled with such.

You then rubbled your temples. "Okay, let's just push that to the back of my mind for now...." Of course, you moved on with your day. Finally, today was a Saturday, but unfortunately you really didn't have any plans for the day. As much as you wanted to have fun-- maybe go to an amusement park or the library, you felt the strong desire to unwind at home.

Hours later, you were munching on an onigiri while lazily sprawling out against your couch, flickering through TV channels boredly.
*Note: Onigiri is a Japanese snack shaped in a triangular shape, molded with rice and fillings of your own preference. It's a nice, filling delicacy.

And just as you stopped on a noteworthy show, you felt your phone vibrating beside you.

Shiro! is calling...

Your eyebrow raised briefly, and before you knew it you were taking your device into your hand, wondering just what he could possibly want from you. 'I forgot that I even had his number...' You stared at the contact on screen, nervous, but yet very excited at the same time.

Without much thought, you pressed the green icon, accepting his call request.

At first, you heard nothing. You had a feeling he was trying to assemble his thoughts-- because a second later you heard him clearing his throat, muttering something off to the side. "I wanted to...-- No.. that's too forward.. I'm offering to tak-- ah, too formal..." He grunted, "How would my brother go about something like this..?"

For the moment, it doesn't look like he realized that you already answered, and was listening in on his outward commentary. "Hm..." He hummed, wrestling with something on the other side of the line.

You couldn't help but keep smiling. For someone who looked pretty meticulous, Shiro was also a bit of a clutz. It was a little charming, in a sense. "Are you finished talking to yourself over there, Shiro?" You had asked him, to which you caused even more silence to intrude. Wishing you could see what kind of expression he was making, you covered your lips to stifle a laugh hearing how he stammered for the first time.

"Hu-..Huh? [L/N], you were.. you were here the entire time?" His voice shook a bit.

Obviously, you wanted to tease him some more. I mean, seriously, you couldn't let such an opportunity slide! To break his character would be nothing short of a break-though. "Mhm~ And I heard every word," Well, only a couple of sentences, "What? Were you planning on asking me out on a date?"

"..."

He refused to answer that.

"We-Well, you see.. I-- just..."

You sat up, smiling evilly as if you had successfully pinned his back against the wall. Any longer and you were sure he'd be at your mercy! Shiro heard you coo playfully before snickering afterwards. "I'm teasing, I'm teasing. I just wanted to see if I could make you stutter, I actually didn't think I'd get to hear it so easily. Man, if only I could see your face right now! You must look like a ripe tomato!"

Laughing out loud some more, you tried to get underneath the skin of your friend to provoke some honest emotion out of him, only you heard him stay silent, much like always.

"....Ah..." You quieted your laughter. 'Did I .. actually end up striking a nerve? It's pretty hard to tell...' You thought and scratched your cheek awkwardly. Seriously, you had no idea what he was thinking! And because of that, you wanted to apologize before the situation grows even dire.

Shiro's voice turned subtle... much quieter than usual. He didn't know what to say, most likely due to his embarrassment. "Actually... You're not very far off the nail there, I was hoping you'd join me for some breakfast..." He paused, "You see, I just wanted some company for a while." Perhaps he was only making excuses for himself, when really the answer was staring you right in the face. "And this is pretty trivial knowledge but, I'm standing outside of your apartment as we speak."

You immediately jumped up and glanced at your door. "Wait-- what?! R-Really?" That was... Interesting. He was waiting for you..

And he wasn't planning on taking no for an answer, either.

"I'll be right there! Just let me get ready!!" You afterwards eagerly spammed the hang up button, so you didn't know what he was going to say to you next. What can you say? You were anticipating a breakfast out for decades now!

Taking a brisk shower, and then doing your hair and face care routine took minutes to achieve since you pushed yourself into a rush. You met up with Shiro in little less than thirty minutes, opening your door just to realize he had been waiting on every passing second just for you.

You saw that he was dressed like you two were going out for a very casual breakfast together, wearing a light blue shirt with buttons, also flashing his white undershirt that was sloppily tucked underneath. His black crossbody sling bag is comfortably hooked along his opposite shoulder horizontally, and his fingers clenched the strap using his thin but slender fingers.

His stare stayed on you for a while.... taking in your appearance just as you were doing to him. Shiro then looked away and you both departed not soon after. You assumed he wasn't the type to throw out compliments left and right, especially towards you-- someone who he hasn't gotten to know a full month yet. The guy's introverted enough, and was already debating whether or not to flatter you. He was most likely overthinking even the smallest things...

By the time you arrived, you noticed you two stepped foot inside of a homely cafe; with relaxing furniture and decorations that bring a kind welcome to it's guests. The aroma of fresh coffee beans, tea, and other delicacies was already enough to make your mouth water. Shiro had entered after you, giving the surrounding area a brief scan around while he calmly followed behind your energetic self, jumping and bouncing around.

"Ooh! Are those... Puff pastries?!!" You approached one of the counters showcasing many baked goods in a way that becomes pleasing to the eyes. You pressed your face up against the glass, your [E/C] eyes sparkling brightly while you gushed over the treats you were mostly fond over.

That's when you snapped your head towards the young man, who looked genuinely startled in you doing so. You looked like you were ready to purchase the entire cafe if need be.

"So breakfast's on you, right?!!"

Now situated at a table together, you and Shiro sat across from each other while he took a sip of his coffee. He looked surprisingly cautious in doing so, as if it was his first time trying the beverage all together. You saw him openly cringe after the bitter taste... nonetheless he continued to drink his iced coffee before he ended up abruptly pulling the straw away from his lips.

"It's good. I've never had iced black coffee before." He said flatly, making you squint. What the? Was he some sort of masochist, or was he seriously disgusted by the coffee? It was.. once again, hard to tell. Maybe he was some kind of robot. The thought of it kind of made you tempted to giggle.

He then sat his plastic cup down. "You should know that I'm not just here to have a chit-chat and eat puff pastries, [L/N]." Shiro said as he fixed his hands together on the table, intertwining his fingers. Your jaw immediately dropped and you began pouting. He was getting straight to the point, before you've even filled your stomach!

"Ah- Ah! Wait! At least let me order something first..!" You complained, yet Shiro pretended as if your words flew out the other ear. He tilts his head slightly, startling you due to his adorable appearance in doing so.

"I've decided to give you something special." Afterwards he leaned forward and gave you a proper smile-- something that's pretty rare for anyone to see, really. Your heart jumped, subconsciously at that.. not only because he was being so mysterious like always, but-- also because he was seeming so vulnerable.

"And I.. I want to let you in on my plans for my brother. I need you to help me."

Just as you were beginning to believe he was confessing something else to you entirely, the wild fantasies spinning around your mind collapsed onto your head, literally breaking your false hopes. "Ah...." Your voice narrowed. What were you expecting, anyway? For someone as nonchalant as him to have a crush on you?!

You blinked a couple of times and then laughed a little awkwardly, pulling your gaze from him subtly. "Is that so?" Still, this conversation was just as interesting, above all else. "This plan of yours... It sure sounds serious." Perhaps it had something to do with this prank he had mentioned a few days ago.

Shiro then scratched his cheek. "He's about to get everything he deserves. What he did to me...--" He abruptly quieted, noticing you were following along intently. Had he kept going, he'd accidentally say something he shouldn't.

"So I did something. Don't you want to help me bring his crimes to justice?" He asked you. Upon cryptic wording however, it felt easy to read in between the lines using enough perception. You leaned your cheek against the palm of your hand, raising an eyebrow as you tilted your head to the side.

It can't hurt to help, right? "Sure, sure. I'm assuming you need me to do something. So what is it?"

Shiro, as if on cue, reached for the zipper on his sling bag and then went to grab whatever was inside. Not before long, what was sitting against the table before you was a small little keychain. It was a cute squirrel chain, small enough to fit against someone's thumb. You were almost impressed by how adorable it looks.

"What's this? Is it Seiichiro's?" You lifted it up by the metal ring and then countered his stare using your own. Perhaps it was.. rightfully, you were in no place to judge-

"No, it's yours now." His sentence grew stale and he waited patiently as if you were going to get the hint. But regardless, he saw that you were genuine in your particularity with the object-- realizing you were probably blinded by its cuteness.

And over to your far left, was movement coming from one of the customers interacting with one of the servers. A gentle looking brune, his bangs swept backwards with obvious strands falling down his forehead. He was dressed in a black apron, having a neat, white undershirt underneath as he traveled with a brown notepad and a wooden pencil tucked behind his ear.

With a turn of his head, he noticed two people who looked awfully familiar... Causing his pale blue eyes to squint a little. "Hm..?" From this distance he could only spot your [H/C] hair from behind, as you sat there in your seat--talking to someone who he couldn't discern. Your posture was blocking his view.

"[L/N] [F/N]?" Eh, he thought he was just crazy, so he looked down at his notepad before writing down the last of his notes. But he peers over again, this time curious over who you were sitting with--clumsily ignoring his guest.

Leo leaned forward a bit, pushing most of his weight against the tips of his toes. You were definitely talking to someone there... And he didn't know if what he was catching a glimpse of had been white hair or not.

He was forced to return his attention up ahead when his guest started bickering with him for looking so distracted-- to which he was seen bowing repetitively in the background, just near you. However you failed to notice the talkative young man.

Shiro had your attention, and that's all he wanted.

Speaking of, the twin just kept looking at you as you held it up high like what he gave you was meant to be a jewel. Did he feel guilty for roping you into his problem? No. And he didn't mind doing what's necessary to involve you, either. The shiny charm jingled the more you waved it around, appearing happy in the meantime Shiro was gathering his darkest thoughts.

His messy hair obscured one of his glowing red eyes, providing a shadow over his dulled, unprecedented grimace.

Whatever it is that he wants from you.. It's certain that it wasn't going to end pretty.

[Chapter END]