underground, nagi seishiro ✓

𖥻 04

seishiro's jaw tenses as he watches you run off with that black-yellow haired, aloof guy.

is he your boyfriend?

to be honest, he wouldn't be surprised.

you would never get involved with someone who isn't just like you, right? rich, arrogant and way too perfect.

"oho, what's up, seishiro?" rin laughs, stepping out of the shadows. he must have been standing behind one of the columns the whole time and heard everything.

seishiro can't help rolling his eyes and groaning in annoyance when he sees rin's teasing smile. unfortunately, he has known seishiro since he was 16 and is like his brother - he knows him inside out, all his secrets and all his fears, is one of the few people that know his past.

"shut up, rin," he runs his fingers through his hair.

the two guys are silent, but the silence isn't uncomfortable and oppressive as one would think. the two were often silent, understanding each other without words.

"she turned your head. at first glance," rin states, glancing at the white haired from the side. he clenches his hands into fists so that the skin turns white.

one reason rin can be sure he's right.

"that's.. not true," he denies, walking away.

sighing he runs a hand through his face, knows that seishiro probably won't come back to the apartment the two of them share this night.

"see you tomorrow," meguru gives you his familiar charming smile after bringing you home.

a big change from his behavior just a few minutes earlier, where he kind of forced you into a date, right? like a monster controlling him.

you almost had no choice but to agree.

"mmh." you want to open the door, but a click that means the door is locked prevents you from doing so.

you don't dare to turn back to meguru, which he also knows, so he just starts talking.

"i don't want you to go there again, let alone see that bastard again," he says in a low and dark tone - he's probably trying to intimidate you, but actually it just makes you angrier.

it's not about him telling you what to do.

no, it's about the way he talks about seishiro.

you don't know why, you don't even know his real name, but you feel the need to defend him, but then you don't. "well, it's a good thing you're not my father," you whisper, quickly get out of the car as he unlocks it with a deep laugh.

almost jogging, you walk up the stone steps of your villa until you finally see the massive front door, which is covered in gold.

you clearly feel his gaze on your back and how he analyzes and observes your every step with hair-trigger precision.

as if he is just waiting for you to make a mistake, as if he is a cruel hunter and you are his prey, which he will soon catch in his clutches and devour you.

these thoughts send a cold shiver down your spine and you shudder, think about how much your parents, or rather your father, wants you to get together with him - not only because they see meguru as a decent guy who can take good care of you but also because his parents and your parents could then finally ally their companies.

that has always been their goal and since meguru will be the next head of his company, you will be the one to suffer.

how much you want to be free, to do what you want to do without asking permission. how much you want to explore the city and the world - you just want to live, according to your wishes and plans and according to your own will.

involuntarily, you think of seishiro. he has everything you long for and he can do what you can never do.

you would love to exchange places with him, even if it were only for a single day, but you also don't want to send him into your world. instead, he could accompany you and show you how to live properly.

that would be nice.

"y/n, why are you smiling like that?" asks anri, who opens the door and lets you in. as if it were a matter of course, she helps you take off your expensive coat and then takes it from you to hang it on the coat rack.

"i just had a nice thought," you smile at her.

but this smile is only half-hearted and not in the least as full of joy as the one before, and she notices that, too.

understanding, she nods and puts her hand on your back, then leads you into the kitchen, where you sit down on one of the high stools and watch her turn on the kettle. "let me guess. this is about a boy, right?"

almost you choke on your own saliva - your eyes are wide open.

is it that obvious?

"oh, sweetie, i was in love once too. love is a beautiful thing, and you should be happy," she puts the finished wild berry tea in front of you, letting the warm, fragrant steam drift into your nose.

"how am i supposed to be happy if love is only doomed to fail?" you mumble, looking into the cup.

the pinkish red color of the tea reminds you of seishiro's lips.

damn, what's wrong with you?

you've only known this boy for one day, you think to yourself.

anri, meanwhile, looks at you with concern, now understands the problem. she had thought all along that meguru was the lucky one, especially because she saw him bring you home.

but now she knows it's someone else and that someone doesn't seem to be welcome in this world, any more than you are in his.