One Time Mistake (All I Wanted book 2) Sakusa K. X OC Fanfiction (ONGOING)

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

After all the pleading, with the help of Komori, Tomoe agreed to this 'date' that only the three of us are aware of. For Misaki, she thinks that this is just some friendly hangout, personally I think this is a date.

I still remember Tomoe's eyes and stern words as she reminded over and over for this last chance. While Atsumu and Daina were out of the picture for the meantime, this might be my only chance to spend my time with her, and maybe talk everything out.

She walks beside me as we head to wherever our feet will take us. We just finished lunch and what I hated about this sudden plan was that I didn't have anything else on mind aside from taking her out for lunch. She suggested that we take a walk around the city since it was not so crowded.

"Stop staring."

I was snapped out of my thoughts. "I wasn't." I mumbled and went back to facing forward.

"You were."

"I wasn't."

"You were~"

I growled. "I wasn't—"

"It's Sakusa Kiyoomi!"

Shit. So much for being not crowded.

The instant I heard squeals and thumping of boots all around me, I had the initiative to run like what I used to, but I remembered Misaki. I was only a few feet away so I decided to make a run for her, but it wasn't long until people started flocking around me.

People were blocking my view, men with cameras and women holding some pen and paper; I could never get used to this feeling. I was staring to get frustrated and any minute I can just lash out, but I tried to stay calm even with their filthy hands touching my clothes.

But Misaki was no where in sight.

Despite feeling their touches, all I focused at the moment was Misaki and where could she have gone. She couldn't have left me, could she?

All I heard where the questions and desperate shouts from my fans. Slowly, my patience started getting thinner and thinner as they continued pulling on my coat or some even tried reaching for my hair. Any moment I could burst and I don't care about my reputation. What I want is respect for my boundaries that they all know—

"Coming through~"

"Hey!"

"Excuse me, oh sorry! Not sorry, heh~"

"My foot you little bitch!"

All of a sudden I felt a hand grab mines. I jumped in my spot, ready to attack whoever it was, but the feeling was familiar and strangely I let myself be pulled.

"Where are you taking Sakusa-san?!"

"Sakusa-san!"

"Sakusa-san I have a few questions!"

"Sakusa-san is she your girlfriend?!"

Girlfriend? I raised a brow. All of a sudden we stopped. The one holding my hand and stood in front of me was Misaki, in a mask and a stylish, black fedora that made her face look unfamiliar instead. Thank kami. And people were blocking her way as she searched for exits, but the questions kept going.