kokomi thought that it's about time that she finally get herself a lover. it's getting exhausting having to entertain men who only likes for her looks. she wants someone sincere about their love towards her.
she thought that renting a boyfriend woul...
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on the other side of the pedestrian lane, there, kokomi watches as you puff out a smoke of cigarette while waiting for the walk signal to turn green. a glitter of admiration lightens up kokomi's eyes as she observe your every movement. from pulling your cigarette away from your mouth, to checking your wrist watch. she can see it all.
"...so cool." is what she thought. "but totally not my type. seems like a bad influence. i can't be around someone like her."
this is who kokomi teruhashi is. the hobby of going out to show off her beauty has been an addiction for her lately. while she's out on a walk, the sudden urge to make comments about strangers seems to consume her.
suddenly, your gaze shifts from your wrist watch to kokomi's direction. she notices you letting out a inconspicuous sigh. apparently, it's not inconspicuous enough for her. "what the hell is her problem?" within her, her inner truth of self, she's portraying a soured scowl. while on the outside, she's visibly showing you a soft smile.
you took out your phone, glancing at the screen before glancing back at kokomi. before the pedestrian lights turns red, you start to stroll down the lane, to her direction. this caught kokomi off-guard, she consciously told herself that you're probably just going to stop by the cafe behind her or throw your cigarette in the trash bin near her.
"excuse me," you called out.
"oh, you've got to be kidding me!" kokomi internally cursed. on the outside, she showed a concern gaze and a subtle hum.
"this is you, right?" you lift your phone up for her to get a glance at the screen.
kokomi's eyes widens at the sight of picture on your phone. "how did you get that?" she questions. no one should have a pretty picture of her. if men were ever to discover that you hold such a beautiful picture of her, all hell will break loose. if they're already desperate enough for her presence, what more for a picture of her?
at least, that's what kokomi thought.
"i'm..." you rub the back of your neck with your hand. "probably your boyfriend."
