Losing track of time with aren kuboyasu (m!reader x aren kuboyasu)

Chapter 19

Authors note: when I say bike, I mean motorcycle. Not a bicycle, a motorcycle.

„Get on."

He takes out a stunning bike, beautifully coated with only a few scratches. „Woah. I would've expected a busted bike.", you chatter, as Aren taps on the seat behind him. You sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. „Not yet, love. Put this on.". He hands you a helmet, as he starts adjusting his own. „You done?", Aren asks, looking behind him to check on you. You were ready.

„There are some halters beside you, so you don't have to hold onto me. Of course, you can if you want to.", he stutters, as his cheeks slowly turn red. You smile and wrap your arms around his waist. „I'm good. Let's go!"

You drive out the city, the area is quiet and you see mountains and forests in the distance. The sun is slowly setting, the sky taking on a pinkish red color.

The bike slowly comes to a halt. Aren stops at an abandoned bus station. As he sets down his bike, he offers you his hand to get off the bike. „Love.. I know this isn't the most romantic place. But here we're alone. No one ever comes here.", he mumbles, looking at you with a slight blush as you take off your helmet.

You drag him around the bus station. It was basically an empty room in the middle of nowhere. There were graffitis all over the walls. „Do you have a can?", you wonder, looking over at him. „I think I might have one in the back. Lemme go check.". He goes back to look through the bike's storage.

You found a pretty clear spot in the back. The foundation was falling off, but it was fine. „Found one.", you hear him behind you. He hands you a red can of spray paint. It was a beautiful crimson color, similar to the sky right now. You shake and open the can. Spraying some paint on the ground to test it out, you whisper. „Nice."

„Get back. Breathing those fumes in is pretty shit. They're toxic, apparently.", you tell him, as you start spraying. The paint runs down as you paint on the wall. Aren sits in the grass, watching you spraypaint.

You step back, looking at your creation. In big letters, there's something written. 'We're eternal.', added with today's date in the bottom right corner. You flop down next to him, looking at your graffiti. He rests his head on your shoulder.

„You seem experienced. How'd you make it so smooth?", he mumbles, locking your hands together. A small laughter leaves your lips. „You're not the only one with a past. I used to do graffitis at lots of places," you whisper, as you lay down in the grass.

„We moved here a while ago because I got kicked out of my last school. I kinda ruined some walls. With paint, graffitis, holes...", you mumble, as Aren lays down next to you. „I see.. man, so you were kind of a delinquent too!", he chuckles.

He turns to you, taking you into his strong arms. „Mmm.. you do smell great.", he whispers, as he plays with your hair. Laying in a field with your lover behind an abandoned bus station. Really, not something you expected to be doing when you came to PK Academy.