old fashioned lover boy | megumi fushiguro

chapter three

The car pulled over by a large shopping center area. It was filled with banners and balloons, advertisements and falling leaflets, overall, a very loud place to be at. The driver gestured Megumi to wake the girl up, but he was distracted by the lousy disturbance outside.

The place was packed with people, since it was Saturday, and the crowds of people of all looks and height looked vastly overwhelming. The drowsy Yuki seemed to have woken up by the sudden halt of the vehicle, and was rubbing her eyes while letting out a long yawn. "Are we there yet?" she asked, peering at the commotion from the glass window, "Harajuku...I'm finally back."

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"Are you tired, Yuki? You slept for a while on the car," he asked, while they both walk through the crowds. They have been wandering through countless stores and stalls and uncovered all the nooks and crannies of Harajuku now, and their feet were practically dragging them to move.

"I just like to sleep on cars, relax, idiot, no need to worry!" the girl laughed. She began skipping on the pavement, making him have to catch up with her.

"Look, it's so pretty outside today, Fushiguro, the clouds look so fluffy and soft. I want to eat it somehow," she said, pointing at the sky and broading her shoulders.

"Little kid," he gazed up and sighed.

The two noticed a crepe stall near them, and the scent of the rich chocolate sauce and whipped cream only drew them closer to the smell. The flipping sound of the thin crepes must have attracted a small crowd too, since as they approached the stall, it only got further away. Several people were pushing through, some in a rush, though some were slow as ever.

"Crepes?" she called out, astonished by the bright lights.

Unfortunately for the pair, the jammed area got larger. Murmurs of the storms of people rambling from car, buses and train stations, and soon, the girl was only to be seen if he tip-toed.

"Yuki, should we get out of here?"

"I agree," shouted the girl, barely making it to his eyesight.

Megumi grabbed her wrist quickly and pulled the girl back near his arms, "Hold on to me, you'll get lost." His grasp was tight and caused her skin to redden.

"Ow, Fushiguro.." she cried, while being slightly confused at his action, "Oi, Fushiguro, my hand, are you okay with this?"

The boy ingored her question while still holding on tight to her hand. His eyes would survey left and right, while still keeping a close look on her.

He continued to lead her to a calmer site, to where the trees and benches were, and where they could finally take a breath of fresh air. It was further away from the center, where their driver pulled up ; both of them breathed out in relief, sweating.

"You can let go of my hand now," she suggested, looking at the sight of her pink hands. The shape of his fingers were imprinted on them, "If you want to." Yuki teased the boy, making him startled and mutating to the same shade as her wrist.

"I-I'll hold on to it, if you don't mind. A child like you'll get lost in a blink of an eye," he stuttered, then let out a displeased critic, "Hold on to me, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" her arm made its way around his, and she held to him like a purse, "Is this alright, or do you want to hold hands, Adult-san?" The brunette kept joking, disguising her blush with a cheeky smirk.

"That sounds illegal, I'm not a groomer."

"Fine fine, I really wanted those crepes though, I'm starving," Yuki yelped out in a raspy voice. Her throat was dry and her stomach was a rumbling mess. She held her belly and wailed.