"i want to breathe with you always, don't you know what i feel?" - going crazy ; treasure.
treasure imagines for our lovely treasure! (requests closed)
plot. the girl was on a mission. find a date until the end of the week to avoid an arranged marriage. kanemoto yoshinori ticks off all the boxes in her standards, but having him as a date was her hardest mission yet.
WARNINGS. cursing ahead!
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she was in the middle of an important mission.
find a date for this fuck you i'm rich family evening event that would determine whether she would get married or not at her early twenties. the prime of one's life. this mission would likely determine her life and her overall future.
"i'll do it."
he looks like a strawberry.
that was the first thought y/n had formulated the first time her eyes landed at this ethereal being with the reddest shade of red on his head.
he smells sweet. he carries around the scent of strawberries. his perfume, most likely.
however as of the moment, she did not even think about anything.
"are you crazy?"
the strawberry blinked his eyes, "don't you need a date?" he asked. innocently. those innocent eyes that shone right through her own—god, they were unresistable seeing them simmer at her.
"i'll be your date," he repeated, fixing his position in his seat. his eyes continued to glow as he tried to fish for her gaze. her gaze was long gone since she was now avoiding looking at his eyes in case she caves in.
"you can't be my date." think of excuses.
"why can't i? i'll be good to you.." his voice trails off. "as your fake date." he finishes cleanly, and surely.
think! "your hair is really red. my family wouldn't like it. it's, uh, a familial prejudice against hair colors. yeah. they hate hair colors," she blurted out. they would not care the slightest. all that matters is that their only daughter would get married to a freaking wealthy family.
she heard the strawberry head shift his position. a small amount of silence dragged on. every single heartbeat that passed, she swore her ears were kinning his hair.
"i'll color my hair back to black tomorrow. if that's what you want," he slowly said. his red hair was his trademark. everyone knew him just from his crimson tinted hair. from mid-freshman year to now in junior year in college, his hair was bright red. and now, he was suggesting to color that beloved red hair black.
him and his persistence. makes it harder not to love him. "it's not what i want, yoshi. don't color your hair. i was kidding," she mumbled under her breath loudly to still remain coherent.
"it's what i want. i want to be your date."
she looked at him straight. upon meeting the intense, heavy gaze of a kanemoto yoshinori, she was sure she wanted to sink down the pacific ocean because she could not stand looking at him without turning into a strawberry herself.
