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Rosy hued gown of the evening dawned over the city as she laughs swirling around dancing hand-in-hand with an equally young moon, leaving stars everywhere as they sigh.
Tokyo blushed under the shade of its infamous Ginko trees at the stolen kisses and sealed confessions looming within flushed hearts so full of love—the air was thick of it.
Heart-shaped balloons, tiny photobooths cramped with couples, cream cakes and roses bloomed at each corner of the street with a promise of 'forever', overflowing stalls and karaokes with violins tieing the atmosphere together—Tokyo reeked of love tonight. The Valentine's festivities sprawled across the heart of Japan like constellations on a silent country night.
"Achoo!" Park Aerum sneezes out of the blue—dropping her strawberry ice cream on the pavement in the process.
Haruto who stood right behind her whips out a handkerchief on reflex and carefully dabs it upon her nose, unfazed by the sulking whines coming out of the girl's mouth.
"You should be more careful," He says batting away a stray strand of hair from her eyes before tucking it behind her ears.
Aerum swore fireworks exploded right then and there throughout her body and as he pulled her closer under the golden street lamps—lips meeting but not touching—she silently wished he would take her lips between his and bury her in his arms but god did she knew he is too good for his good, to be tainted in the ways she dared to think of.
Right there in that very moment, Park Aerum knew, oh, she knew, she is willing to drop everything, lose all ice-creams, dive into the ocean (she doesn't know how to swim), leave sandals on the mighty stairs like a runaway midnight Cinderella if Watanabe Haruto is the one who is going to be the one coming looking for her, bandaging her bruised knees, holding her hands, embracing her in his arms—walking beside her. So corny.
Aerum felt so weak in the knees, she was thankful for the firm grip the ravenette held her within.
"They are watching us," He whispers against her lips, vanilla breath tucking on her heartstrings.
"Let them," she whispers back—catching onto his gaze which wavered from her eyes to her mouth, "Wanna kiss?" She grins almost catching him off guard as he looks away so cutely flustered running a hand through her blonde hair to straighten them.
"I am sorry—I didn't mean to—" He blurts avoiding her gaze—eyes widened with a gaping mouth thinking why did I do that?
"OI LOVEBIRDS!" Someone yells—the voice enough to make Park Aerum gag her guts out and roll her eyes out of the socket before ripping her ears apart while she ridiculously screams at the radio until it bleeds. Sweet baby Jesus, did she hate this person. "Cut it off! It's givin' us diabetes!"
