AILUROPHILE [✓]

Eye candy

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❝ To describe someone who's attractive and has considerable visual appeal ❞

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Heavy droplets hit my face, the sudden coldness causing my hair to rise up on its ends. The initial reaction I could muster was to stir helplessly, the wetness making my forehead crease in annoyance.

My veins felt like they'd burst into fragments the moment I got accustomed to the consciousness, a ringing sound in my ear making things way worse.

Was I dead?

Good fucking riddance.

Slightly peeking at my familiar surroundings, I noticed the blond bundle of energy immediately bob his head right in front of my face, brows pinched together. He held a bottle of water in one hand, his lips letting out a surprised gasp.

Cute.

"I guess it's heaven."

"Y/N! You're awake? Are you alright?"

My body ached, as I realised I was cramped up in the bed that I usually felt comfortable in. The arms I put all my trust in to get myself up shivered, with the sour taste of bile in my mouth.

"Oh God..... Did you... bring me home?"

"Of course. Was I supposed to leave you on the streets in the middle of the night?"

I almost felt sorry for him. He had to carry me all the way to my apartment, in the dark, too, and I wasn't exactly the lightest person to hold. Plus, there were very high chances of me mumbling embarrassing stuff in my state of stupor. It'd happened quite a few times, and Hina was a witness.

"Thank you... I mean it. Maybe I should start eating something other than ramen." I heaved out a puff of air, trying to stand straight, "Now, back to the grind."

"Oh hell nah, you're not moving an inch. I don't care if you fail your tests." He pushed me down, his voice sounding surprisingly stern, "And yes, you will be eating things other than ramen, and no, coffee isn't a part of it."

"You're starting to sound like Yuzuha."

"Nobody cares."

I wasn't stupid.

Well... I was, but not that much, as astonishing as it was.

I had no idea what came over me, what triggered me to say it out loud out of the blue, but I was grateful for this sudden urge. Because if it wasn't for this moment, I'd have never found the courage to ask about it.

"Mikey. You... don't like Yuzuha, do you?"

His reaction said it all, I didn't even have to hear his answer. But... what was the point of keeping the whole thing up for so long? Although I'd suspected it for a while, I needed a confirmation.

"I— um." There was an uncomfortable pause, "Don't be mad! I can explain. There's a very valid reason behind this." He flailed his hands around helplessly, while I was silent the whole time, unsure of what to say.

Observing the look on my face, he continued, "Back then, when I noticed her.... she looked.. uh, very familiar. I couldn't remember her face vividly, but I knew I'd seen her somewhere. But I was with Chifuyu and Draken, and they... they thought... yeah."

"You don't have to explain, I'm not mad. There's no need for me to be." I waved my hand dismissively, distracting myself with the rubber band that rested on my nightstand.

I did feel a little upset, yes. Because he lied, but then again, I'd done it more than him.

But relief? That overpowered any emotion I experienced.