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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐩, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨.
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warning: smut
rintarou sits on the beige colored couch, it's color matches the entire theme of her living room — it screams optimism and brightness. there's house plants in almost every corner of the living room, but not a lot where he feels like he's outside. there's two windows that leads out across the street to the other apartment building, but y/n shuts the curtains out of fear of being watched — she'll never understand why people keep the curtains wide open at night.
y/n sits next to him on the couch, leaving an arms length amount of space between the two. she sits with her legs folded on the couch, and her torso turned to him. "y'know you're hairs still the same," y/n says, lightly playing with his hair. she makes eye contact with him before pulling her hand away, "sorry, i didn't mean to—"
"it's okay," rintarou laughs, catching her hand before she completely pulls away.
bingo.
their hands lower in between them on the couch as their eyes lock onto each other's. y/n's eyes shifts down to his lips, then back up at him. there was something appealing to her eyes to rintarou, then her lips, her scent that was sweet but unable to name, her hair was messy — but a natural messy where she seemed in her comfortable state.
