𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 - 𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑

FANCY MEETING YOU HERE.

A new beginning. A new version of yourself. Flashes of your hot night with that charming stranger played on repeat before your eyes and you blushed at the mere thought of what had happened.

Yet, your dignity was still preserved. He did not know who you were and, above all, you were not going to meet him ever again, hereby you could still live happily in your small little world of perfectionism and obsessive diligence.

There was more. Even if you accidentally bumped into him again, he did not look like the type of guy who remembered the random girl he had hooked up with. He was a whoremonger, not a gentleman. Everything was fine, right? And now you were more than ready to catch up with your friends before your classes started.

He was a lethal mix of fire and ice. He had made you feel like a goddess in bed, insofar you had not slept with anyone else in your whole pathetic life and you did not have a way of making comparisons.

Passion and desire burnt in his supernatural eyes as he kissed you fervently, yet the thick ice sheet enveloping his heart once he was done, once he had satisfied his selfish carnal lust for you, had made you painfully die of frostbite.

Honestly, it sucked.

"Nevermind. I can't lose my mind after a one-night stand. I mean, I was totally in. It doesn't matter if he was my first. He is surely not even going to be the last" you thought, sighing and grabbing your bag from the wooden desk.

As soon as you opened the door of your dorm, you immediately turned around to lock it and you were about to call your friends to meet up for a quick break-fast, when a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind and a sympathetic voice pierced your ears.

In other circumstances you would have probably started throwing hands, but you knew a person who never missed his chance to sneak up on you, whenever you were around. You were a five-years-old girl when your paths crossed and, since then, you never parted ways.

«Good morning, dear! – he chimed out, earning a sigh of defeat and a thin-lipped smile from you – How's my holier-than-thou, self-conscious best friend doing?» he asked, taking his hands off of your eyes and allowing you to finally see again.

You playfully nudged Enmu in the ribs and bit down on your lower lip softly, a shy smile crossing your lips as you two started walking towards the exit of the dormitory «Well, I guess I am pretty fine, but I think you should reconsider your choice of epithets for me...» you trailed off, hinting at something he clearly did not know and, above all, did not expect from you.

At your allusive statement, Enmu stopped on his tracks, eyes growing round as he grasped your forearm and let his turquoise eyes travel up and down your frame. Was something off about your outfit?