Cat and Mouse | Chishiya x Reader |

Chapter 16

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"I haven't seen you smoke since you got here." 

"You spend all day watching me, you would know if I had." You sighed. The sight of so many people the size of ants and the lights around being the only sign of life in the city never failed to impress you. "They are all stale, I rather not touch them."

"Didn't expect you to be above doing drugs." He scoffed. The silence that followed made him turn to look at your expressions. Instead, he found you looking directly at him, noticing a small trace of hurt in your orbs for the first time. 

Times like this reminded him that you were human. Reminded him that he, himself, was human and not the untouchable God this world had made him out to be. Drugs were a sore subject, noted. 

And it wasn't noted as a topic to avoid. It was noted as the one and only weakness you had ever let slip in the years he has known you. He was satisfied, even though he would have preferred learning about it differently. 

"Why did you get me to my room yesterday?" You scoffed, hands crossing in front of your chest defensively. "And get me aspirin? And help me in the game? And offered me an ear pod?"

He smirked, knowing the time had finally come. The fact you were a little drunk helped him even more. 

"You keep on complaining when I don't help you, but when I do, you still find a way to make it bad." He sighed, turning his body to face you. "So what do you want me to do?" He frowned and raised his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, letting his touch linger. 

The change in your eyes was subtle, you always kept your guard up, but he could see it. He could see the exact moment frustration disappeared and the sleepiness vanished from your orbs. "I really want to fucking hit you." You confessed, fiddling with the label of the bottle.

"I want you to have a bruise the shape of my fist, right here." You pointed under his eye, the finger you had used to point now touching his skin and brushing against his cheek before you pulled it back. "Are you trying to seduce me or is it my drunk brain?"

"I think I'm trying to seduce you." A dry laugh escaped his mouth, and your lips were on his before he knew it. You pulled back before he could even register it, eyeing him suspiciously. 

"Do you not know how to kiss or something? Why are you knocking your teeth against mine and keeping your hands limp like that?"

"I just didn't expect it. And you are drunk, I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Is this really the time to be a moral guy?" You deadpanned, looking back down disinterested. He lost you this time and trying more would only end with you leaving, so he straightened his back again, turning his gaze down to the pool.

"So is it a crush or what?"

"I guess it is." He shrugged, his usually beloved silence now slowly choking him in awkwardness.

"I have lots of crushes. There is that hot barman, then there's the psycho gun guy..." You trailed off and started examining his face. "You could pass with a little conditioner and a different jacket. I like your eyes."

"I know you like my eyes." He sighed, only now fully realizing how hard this was going to be. 

He thought you were the same in this department; he had never even caught you looking at a guy before, so he assumed you were like him and knew all this was beneath you. He didn't do unnecessary stuff, it was a waste and you clearly agreed. 

All this partying and drinking was only equivalent to his people-watching; something he did to pass the time in a way that wouldn't bore him to death and was mildly enjoyable.  

But the virus called Nezumi Sato could never do a single thing to help him out. It was like trying to make a vaccine for her and getting so very close to the solution, only to realize the virus was much more complicated in the end.

She wasn't wasting her time on lovers, they were simply an extra addition to make things more interesting. 

"I think you have had enough for tonight." He was getting tired of saying that very quickly, but at least you weren't resisting. 

"Walk me to my room then." You smiled, not even waiting for him to object to argue more. "You just said you have a crush on me, so walk me back to my room and your crush will forget the worst kiss of her life." 

He got up and helped you too, figuring it was about time he went to sleep too anyway. You weren't too bad, he only had to stop you from stumbling a few times, but at least you didn't fall asleep in the middle of a hallway. 

He stopped right in front of your room and opened the door, but you just stood against the wall, staring at him. "...Won't you g--"

You put a finger on his lips and approached him, slowly leaning up. He drew in a sharp breath, hoping you hadn't noticed his discomfort before he kissed you. "You need to relax into it." You mumbled in the kiss, hands tangling themselves in his hair. 

It's so I can get those cards, he repeated over and over in his head. And yet, he found himself pushing your back against the doorframe and allowing his hands to wander, letting them travel from your hair to your neck and your waist. 

It was unlike him to let something go and not think about it, but he did just that, focusing on the feeling of your lips against each other and the way every touch of yours made him tingle and warmed him up.

You pushed him away, hand flying to your mouth straight away as you looked at him with big, teary eyes. "I didn't mean to--"

"Fuck tequila!" You cried out and ran straight to the bathroom, not paying him any mind. He wanted to crawl into a ditch and die as he realized the reason you had stopped the kiss was to simply go puke your guts out.