𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄... | !! miya chinen !!

ep. 3

(y/n) giggled at his statement and nodded.

"it's fine... it was a pretty good game tho, i had a lot of fun, hopefully i got that 'lab rat' nickname out of your mouth"

miya's eyes lit up as his mouth was agape, at loss for words. he made eye contact with the young girl in front of him before giving her a soft smile.

"yeah... me too... and don't worry, you're no longer a lab rat"

he spoke softly and giggled as both teens ignored the cheers and screams that were surrounding both bodies.

"let's do that again some time..."

"yes... yes we should"

miya nodded almost immediately. right as they both were getting into conversation, (y/n)'s phone alarm went off, cutting the conversation short.

"oh um... i have to go.... i'll see you soon, chinen"

she smiled softly.

"miya... call me miya"

he corrected her.

"miya."

she nodded and giggled.

"when will i see you again?"

the black haired boy asked curiously.

"um.... soon, probably... you're mostly going to be seeing me here.... just not during the day.... um bye..."

she exclaimed before jumping on her skateboard before leaving the scene. the crowd surrounding them soon engulfed miya in a sea of positive feedback which he tried to ignore but soon gave in and said his 'thank you's.

'just not during the day?'

——

"ugh this fucking sucks..."

(y/n) whispers softly as she climbs back onto the balcony outside her room.

with success she soon got in and hid her skateboard under her bed, later on changing her clothes, replacing them with smooth white fancy fabric.

she sat on her bed, her legs dangling out of her night gown and hovering over the floor. her body still filled with the rush and excitement from a few minutes ago.

"miya chinen. miya chinen."

she repeated his name. sure, she knew who the pro skater catboy is, but she now knows him. she personally confronted and challenged him.

she wanted to remember his name forever. he gave hope on having a hint of a normal teenage life. 

she brought her two slim fingers up to her lips, softly grazing the soft skin, her mind stuck with the image of miya.

"i kissed him..."

she giggled and laid on her bed.

"oh my gosh i'm so stupid, why did i kiss him?"

she covered her face with her hands hiding her very evident blush.

"if only i didn't live in this prison i would freely be able to talk to him during the day and not only when i'm in 'S'"

she sighed and covered her body with her plush and soft blanket.

"well, tomorrow i need to go to school so hopefully that will get my mind off of him."

she nodded and sighed once again before closing her eyes, drifting into a deep slumber.

——

miya stayed in 'S' until his stamina gave out and decided to head back home to get some rest for tomorrow's skateboarding.

as he reached his house, he went to his room and immediately laid on his bed.

"that was so weird..."

he spoke to himself and sat up, placing his skateboard besides the bed.

"y/n...."

he had her stuck in his mind for the past hours ever since she left. he kept repeating that exact moment they kissed.

it was his first kiss.

he gave it to someone that has the same passion as him.

he never expected for his first kiss to be something... like that. though, he didn't care at this point. what happened happened and he responded so it isn't something he should be mad about.

the kiss was something that involved his main passion in life. skateboarding.

the young teenage boy is dying for an answer.

"just not during the day?"

he shook his head and messed with his black locks.

"what do you mean by that (y/n)? ugh you got me so worked up, it's so fucking annoying."

he growled and started removing his clothes, placing them in the laundry pile so it could be ready for tomorrow. afterward he put on his pajamas and laid in bed, staring intensely at the ceiling.

"you're annoying, (y/n)... i hate how that intrigues me even more..."

'why did i even bother to talk to her in the first place? it was like my body moved by itself. i'm in a very deep place now...'

those were miya's last questions before drifting to sleep, with (y/n) face being his last thought of the day.