underground, nagi seishiro ✓

𖥻 03

still in a bad mood, you squeeze through the crowd until you arrive back at reo's car.

when the first rap battle was over, everyone went totally nuts until you were soon pushed through the crowd and lost suzume, she seems to still be there somewhere.

quietly you curse to yourself, should have listened to your best friend. you could be lying in your soft bed watching netflix or an anime right now, but instead you're standing in some deserted parking garage in a neighborhood that's not for you, and totally alone.

you know that it might take longer until the owner of the car comes back, but even though you don't want to do anything but go home, you don't want to mess up reo's evening either.

"look at you." you turn around and immediately roll your eyes in annoyance when you see sei's grinning face.

you turn back to your phone and hope that suzume will read your messages soon so that you can somehow get home together.

secretly, you just don't want to talk to sei because in his presence, you feel strangely intimidated.

something you never usually are.

"where's your little friend, princess?" he just keeps talking and coming closer to you, until he's leaning against the hood of reo's car, crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest.

you decide not to answer his question, and even more so not to respond to his nickname for you.

"you don't want to talk? that's too bad. after all, i'm your only chance to get out of here right now."

immediately you look at the white-haired guy who, in your opinion, is much too close - so close that your arms are touching and you can clearly feel his body heat.

he's just like meguru. just like sei, he is a living heating source. except that meguru and sei don't resemble each other in the slightest.

"suzume will probably come soon. reo too, and then he'll take us home," you raise your head, looking at him from a fixed gaze. in his opinion, your gaze is arrogant and stuck-up, which is why his mischievous grin immediately disappears from his lips. "so don't bother. i'll be fine on my own" you smile fakely at him and want to move away from him a bit to call your best friend, but are immediately pulled back.

your skin feels like it's on fire as his hand grabs your wrist and now has a soft grip on it.

your legs feel like jello as you turn your head to the side to look at him out of the corner of your eye.

"i think you misunderstood my words," he murmurs and with a jerk he pulls you even closer to him, this time you stand chest to chest in front of each other and look into each other's eyes.

you have to say that his eyes are really beautiful.

they captivate you and even if you wanted to, you wouldn't manage to break the eye contact.

"wh-what do you mean?" you have to stutter unintentionally, which makes you curse yourself inside.

a guy like him just wants you to make yourself small and show weakness to boost his ego even more. you take a faltering breath when he finally lets go of your wrist and puts his hand in his pants pocket.

a smirk appears on his lips - it's funny.

usually he doesn't even talk to girls like you, but with you he doesn't even want to stop, already loves your way and something inside him tells him that you'll be meeting a lot more often.

"your little friend left while you were still standing in the crowd. she made a phone call and was picked up," he explains to you and you squint your eyes at the mention of suzume.

how dare she just leave you alone?

and reo certainly won't be leaving today. if he did, you'd definitely regret going with him, because i've watched him smoke a few joints" he laughs and shakes his head a bit.

this doesn't seem to be anything new for him, but you're shocked and didn't expect this from reo.

you've never been into drugs, never had any contact with drugs yourself, but a few of your brother yoichi's friends once smuggled some into a party.

you could say that the peaceful and carefree party escalated rather blatantly.

you want to say something back, but a voice prevents you from doing so. a cold shiver runs down your spine and many different thoughts rattle through your head. you turn your head in the direction of the white haired guy before lowering your head to avoid his gaze.

"y/n, i don't like to repeat myself. get away from that guy and get in the car!" meguru orders, looking at you with a look that doesn't allow you to contradict him, which you wouldn't have dared to do at that moment anyway.

if your father doesn't already know about the matter, meguru would surely tell him about it if you decide to go against him and his orders right now.

although he has nothing to say to you, he still has as much power over you as if he could.

with one last look at seishiro, who has put on an exceedingly evil look, you run to meguru, who, as soon as you are within reach, puts his big hand on your shoulder, your face still directed at the ground.

you notice the blood rising in your cheeks as you can clearly feel meguru gaze on you - normally you would have told him to keep his eyes on the road while driving, but the lump in your throat prevents you from doing so, as does the shame.

"tsk, i wouldn't have expected that from you," he finally speaks, ending the uncomfortable, no, oppressive silence. if he hadn't spoken soon, you might have gone mad. "i'm no stranger to suzume. being like that is nothing new with her" he sighs, seeming rather annoyed.

you bite your tongue to stifle a cheeky comment, hate it when he talks about his cousin like that, because she's not like that in any way and neither are you.

there's silence again.

meguru seems to be waiting for an answer or something from you, wants to hear your sweet voice, wants to hear you beg him not to betray you.

"meguru, please don't tell my dad about it. i don't want to worry him," you mumble, looking down at your legs, can't see his triumphant smile, who knew exactly how this was going to go - with him as the winner.

and he also knows that you would do anything to keep your father from finding out about all this.

"i won't tell him anything," he says, his voice going stronger.

you look at him in relief, but you should have guessed from his voice alone that he's up to something; that's what his dirty grin tells you, which looks sweet and angelic, but is actually the complete opposite.

"on one condition," he continues, looking down the street again. "you go out with me tomorrow night."