𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 X 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 17: 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺

Following that encounter, Ran didn't allow me to go with him; instead, he would just simply ask for a connection to some random businessman whom I know, and I also funded his travels.

After school, I'd always find myself in his apartment, cooking, cleaning, and washing his clothes while he was away, and I'd wait for him to get home. Every night when he came home, he'd pat my head and kiss my forehead when I welcome him at the door, and we'd watch movies and cuddle before he walks me home.

Walk, because I always insisted on walking instead of riding his motorcycle so I have the excuse to spend more time with him. So we could bump on each other off the pavement and see who gets hit by the bus first. So far, none of us got deleted by truck-kun yet.

Although we've never kissed or had actual sex, I find what we have is something too hard to explain; we would laugh, eat together, stroll, and watch the moon. No one knows about this, not even Takashi or my parents.

We are each other's secret, living on our own lives in our world.

We didn't even talk about it; I guess we're both afraid to say what we want to say. I'm not sure if he feels the same way, but I do know that it'll hurt once this is over-I don't want it to be over.

Nestling on the kitchen counter whilst he has his back on me and I'm braiding his hair. It takes everything in me not to drag him on the couch and cuddle with him. I guess I'm starting to get sick trying to hold myself whenever he's around.

It's been months since we were like this. His clothes, bedsheets, pillowcase, and covers starts to smell like me.

Never in million years I imagine myself wanting to protect and take care of someone. Never in a million years I imagine myself wanting to be loved, protected, and taken care of by someone.

Ran's hand starts to draw circles on my knees and leans back heavier on me.

"Y/n? Thank you, for walking in our lives, I feel like Rindou and I would not be close to the truth if it wasn't for you. None of this could have happened if it wasn't because of you. "

I open the radio.

Dance to this starts by Troy Sivan and Ariana Grande starts playing

Young ambition
Say we'll go slow, but we never do
Premonition
See me spendin' every night with you.

I grab the hairbrush and pretend it's a mic.

Oh, yeah, under the kitchen lights
You still look like dynamite
And I wanna end up on you

I point my finger towards Ran, he smiles, grabs my hand, twirls me twice before we face each other.We holds each other's right hand, his left hand on my back, and my left hand on his shoulders, as if are waltzing.

Lovers with their hands tied. We starts dancing barefooted around the kitchen counter as though this is the last time well be able to use our feet in this cosmotellurian chamber.

Oh, don't need no place to go
Just put on the radio
You know what I wanna do
We can just dance to this
Don't take much to start me
We can just dance to this
Push up on my body, yeah
You know we've already seen all of the parties
We can just dance to this.

We let go of each other and danced across the kitchen on our own whilst humming to the tune.

My grin is as wide as Eurasia, and our feet feel so light on the floor, our hair bounces slowly and serenely, and our eyes twinkle with delight.

The word "happy" is an understatement to describe what we feel, everything in this kitchen is a witness to that.

By the end of the song, we are slowly dancing under the kitchen light.

I'm hugging him and he's hugging me.
The side of my head is resting on his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. I want us to stay like this, even if he's done using me for my connections.

"I've never had this warm hug before.....Y/n?"

"Hmm?"

Y/n, don't fall Inlove with me."

"I won't."

I lied.