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BACK TO DECEMBER | kurenai shu

It's December, the end of the year and the coming of winter, supposedly it's a good month to all. But as (F/N) lies on her bed, it doesn't feel that way, the air of languor never once hits her, she's completely wide awake. She can't sleep. It's one of those days again. But this time it feels something much larger than that. It's as if her body is keeping her up to find out what is that keeps her up tonight.

She grumbles, agreeing, sitting up and looking at her window, shaking her leg in for a while and it is not long until she hoists herself up and leaves her house, going on a little walk.

Clad in nothing but her night clothes and slippers, she walks down Beigoma, the town is small but does not mean the people's lives are, the night was surely awake, flashes of light presumably; cars and motorcycles, with the impossibly loud gurgling and the sound of wheels rolling on the gravel pass her by. Multiple streetlights lined up and lit up, shining on no one. Girls and boys alike walking, talking, laughing amongst themselves, one of them she catches wind of was today's beybattle. She smiles in remembrance of the sport.

"Oh my god! Did you guys see Kurenai Shu?! He was literally so hot today" "Girl, he's always hot" "I know but still! I will honestly let him step on me" "...Okay I could have gotten through my whole life without hearing that" "Oh shut up, you know you feel the same" While the girls giggle uncontrollably and chase each other off. (F/N)'s slippers felt glued to the pavement, and so did (F/N)'s body, completely and utterly still. Eyes darting to different directions. She gulps.

Kurenai Shu.

Now that was a name she hadn't heard in a long time. And still, despite of that, it never fails to make her body feel painfully beautiful things just as he had made her feel, make her mind rewind of every memory of him.

Around Beigoma and perhaps the world now was being involved with Kurenai Shu romantically or platonically no small feat. A romantic relationship with the white-haired male was every girls' dream, goal of the highest order, meaning you succeeded in life somewhat. Kurenai Shu was the very paragon of a perfect male and a lover. Not only because he had hair as white as winter and soft as cotton, framing his blood crimson pools, and when they catch the sun beams, they would look that of flames, that of sunset, and it won't be nature that would take claim of the most gorgeous sunset shown, it would be his, there was his personality, not cold, not hot but just right, his heart wasn't so much as completely closed off as he was surrounded with friends that he enjoyed being around no matter how loud they could be and let a girl in who he loved so passionately as he loved Beyblade only for her to play him.

His passion, his hardwork, his power and will was like fire and that clashed peacefully with his demeanor, intellect and his poker face of ice. Yes, this is what made Kurenai Shu such a perfect specimen of a man and a lover. Fates had been kind to him with his looks and his abilities but not so much with what he went through his life.

She heard he'd gotten rogue sometime two years ago. 

(F/N) swallows her lip and continues walking, fists clenched to prevent the uneasiness she felt at the name. And yet her body is a being on its own, it desperately yearns for the male, her heart beating, wailing a yes, her mind just as her body is not hers to control anymore brings her flashbacks and memories of every single time she spent with him

She grasps her head, feeling overwhelmed and walks looking just like someone who escaped from an asylum, Fate or the gods deciding to play with her, lands her by a store, And it wasn't just any other normal store.

Hand in hand did the lovers; Shu and (F/N) walked, passing by several stores, that is until, (F/N) halts and has her gaze stuck on the window of a store