bookstore girl [m. chifuyu]

꒰ eight ꒱ ⁞ embrace

Chifuyu

══════ ∘◦❁◦∘ ═══════

1:45 p.m., Sunday.

Hours had passed since last night's Toman assembly at the shrine, yet Chifuyu still appears to be bothered by yesterday's discussion.

The thought that you were bound to be exposed to danger if the wrong people learned about your relationship with him terrified the male.

He lays down on the carpeted floor, hands behind his head. He starts to ponder. Just as when things were going smoothly, he knew had to put the interactions to an end. A normal love life is probably something he'll never or rarely get to experience as a member of the most notorious delinquent gang considering that other biker gangs are too persistent in destroying Toman's reputation and as a group.

Should I stop sending her those letters? According to Baji-san, if no one else knows what we're up to, then y/n should be safe.

Chifuyu lets out a sigh as he got up from lying on the floor, dusting off and fixing his clothes. He proceeds to Baji at the counter who had a disappointed look on his face.

"What's wrong, Baji-san?"

Baji clenched something inside his fists. "I broke it."

"Broke what?" silence enveloped between the two as they met each other's gaze. "You broke what?"

The long-haired male heavily sighed, reaching out his fists in front of Chifuyu to open it. A loose gartered black hair tie was revealed to him. "My hair tie. I broke it". 

Chifuyu pursed his lips and blinked in disbelief. "That was it? What was the suspense for?!"

"Nothing, it's just that this one's the last piece from the set I own." He tucks the hair tie inside his pocket. "Chifuyu, will you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what do you need me to do?"

"Please go buy me a new hair tie at the store nearby."

⸻

At the convenience store, Chifuyu took a pack of elastic hair tie with good quality. He made sure it doesn't break easily this time.  

"That would be ¥ 108.81, will this be all?" the cashier asks. While he was at it, he thought of buying something for you. To his left, the sight of the ice cream freezer enticed him. 

"Actually, I have something to add."

At the end, he bought three packs of mochi ice cream — one for him, for Baji, and you.

2:17 p.m.

"Woah, this is so random. Thanks, Chifuyu." says Baji as he delightfully munches on his mochi ice cream. Chifuyu places the pack of your share on top of the counter table, Baji eyes on it. "Another one for me?"