he pointed at a particularly bright star and asked me to look at it always because he would be doing the same while thinking of me.
"that star, would be ours, and ours alone."
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"oh, i'm kinda lost. what's up?"
pfft, same old cliché excuses. you definitely cannot blame me, though. my brain has most likely malfunctioned as the infamous missing haitani- or not, stood in front of me.
he did not respond, but instead gave me the most-impossible-to-draw face of confusion.
ah, the power of not reciprocating the person's energy. well, this one's for not engaging in an argument with me back at the police station, you jerk.
"i said i'm lost. would you mind helping me find my way back?"
why the fuck am i acting like a pick me girl? no- more like blurting out a cheesy pick up line or something.
striking lavender eyes carefully scanned my figure from head to toe as randou plastered the most judgemental-looking expression- followed by a single brow raise enough to intimidate even the most powerful person on earth.
"nah, nevermind. what's that you're holding?"
in attempt to erase my embarrassing act from his memory, i began to play innocent while looking at the poster he's holding.
"oh, you're a missing person?"
god, the silence is so loud.
"and, haitani... r-randou. uh... uhm, excuse me."
honestly, this guy's stare is even colder than ice.
"hey. why'd you give us a fake name? rain? seriously?"
come to think of it, that name's actually a hundred times better than randou.
"haitani randou is also a fake name, loser." he finally spoke. although from the tone of his voice, he's clearly not having it.
"but randou's such a perfect name." i added a faux whine.
yeah, perfect for a pet skunk.
"ugh, gross. are you trying to befriend me?." he flicked my forehead with force.
fine, then. i'll make fun of your name until you grow sick and tired of it, you skunk.
"humble yourself, will you? why on earth would i befriend you?"
true enough, i am actually trying to befriend him. just... not making it obvious.
letting out a sarcastic scoff, he began to fold the poster before putting it back in his pocket.
"it's atsuya. atsuya randou. i don't have any sibling nor any connection with the haitanis. i am not a delinquent nor a mafia member, just a normal teenager. i hope that answers your question. anything else?"
wow, that's unusually polite for a hot-headed emo stranger. not that i'm complaining, but didn't he just mention earlier that he doesn't want me to befriend him?
