𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 (𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟗.

No. 1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys is playing ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

warning: suggestive!

Y/N's POV

It's been a while since I've been in this position. Back against the wall, knees up to my chest, shoulders slumped forward, arms hugging me around, head tucked in. I feel small and isolated whenever I stay like this. However, it makes me tired, so I lay down on the floor and try fetal position. Before I know it, my eyes are slowly closing so my body can meet rest after a long day.

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I wake up to the sight of Isagi preparing something in front of me. A small low table has unfolded and on top of it are two tall unlit candles. There's also some canned food on two paper plates. I can tell that the food is cooked because of the warm steam rising from it. The black-haired boy hasn't seem to notice that I've woken up as he continues to go in and out of the room. Maybe I should move.

"Oh, you're up," Isagi says, after I finally tilt my head up.

"Yeah. What are you doing?"

He nervously chuckles. "Preparing a dinner date for us."

My eyes widen at his words. "A what?"

"You seemed down earlier. I decided to give you some space after what happened, but I couldn't find you downstairs. Is the guest room your favorite room or something?" He laughed.

"Um..." I clear my throat. "Anyways, how'd you cook the food?"

"The boys and I managed to start a campfire outside. We made sure to do it in the backyard though so the zombies can't see us from the gate."

"Ah I see..."

Isagi sits down on the opposite side of the table and gestures for me to come over. I sit down across from him and watch as he lights the candles with a lighter. Then he grabs my hands.

"Eat well. I made this all just for you."

A blush creeps its way up to my cheeks, but I'm starving so I just nod and dig into the food. It's nothing special, just canned tuna and pork along with rice and a side of bamboo shoots.

"There's also sweet red beans for dessert." Isagi smiles at me.

"Thank you... Isagi."

"Just call me Yoichi already."

I stop mid-bite. "Okay. Yoichi."

I notice the way his breath hitches when I use his first name. His eyes immediately dart away and he puts his chopsticks down after taking a bite. He's nervous, I can tell just from his body language. But it's making me feel the same way. Unconsciously, I begin to mirror him.

"Looks like we're both nervous." Yoichi nervously smiles, rubbing his nape.

The pink on my cheeks only grow darker, yet I force myself to finish dinner. "This food is good. It tastes better cooked, too. Thank you again, Yoichi."

"You're welcome." Yoichi takes a bite. "Anything for you."

I look up at him from my food. I heard that last part even though it came out as a whisper.

Eventually, we finish our food and enjoy a can of sweet red bean paste together as we get lost in conversation of various topics. There's something about Yoichi that makes him such an easy person to talk to. I wonder if he wanted to become a host at some point, maybe as a last resort career.

"Do you um... wanna dance?" He clears his throat.

"Dance?" I repeat.

"Yeah like... slow dance."