My Lying Star (Ai Hoshino X Male Reader)

Chapter 3

Y/N POV

'Morning.'

This is not a date. . .

Not a date. . .

Not. . . Date.

I keep thinking that to focus myself, but I'm pretty sure another face of me from the inside of emotion is currently making an 'I want to die' face, something like that. While on the outside I'm just totally fine.

"What's wrong Y/N?"

The person who said that right in front of me, is none other than Ai Hoshino herself. Currently, we're eating outside in front of a public restaurant on a circular small table, both seating on a chair, placed on the opposite side, basically facing in front of each other.

We have our own set of business in this table, of course. Like eating and drinking.

Yeah, I also thought Ai wasn't allowed to be with another man in public that could end her career and their agency but-. . .

"Are you okay?"

. . .-with the power of makeup, nobody can recognize you. Even your biggest fans, I suppose.

Because right now, the way she looks is a bit astonishing. . .

"Hmm."
I replied.

"I hope you aren't thinking this a date. Because to be honest, I can't think of any way to redeem myself, hehe~"
She said smirking a bit and scratching her head on the back.

"Hmm."
I replied. Still humming to signify a 'yes' response.

This isn't really a date. It's just that, I can't help it thinking that this is a date because of this fucking idiot half of my feelings. This 'date' of ours wasn't really intended to be a date, it's just a simple occasion like two best friends catching up to each other, like that.

The problem is that the person thinks it's a date.
And that person is me. . .
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After a few minutes of just silence, we were just minding our own business since we don't know what to talk about until Ai suddenly breaks that silence.

-By. . .

"So. . . Y/N. . ."
She said with a bit of shyness on it like I just saw her eyes move toward the side as if she was trying to avoid me.

-asking me some kind of a 'couple' question, if you ask me.

". . ? . ."
I look at her raising my eyebrow at her.

"What do you think about my new look. . . Or more like 'disguise', does it suit me?"

So I inspected her, one more time. Her appearance right now is kinda like a rich mother, because that's what I'm currently feeling and the vibes that I'm getting, coming out from her.

This dark purple hair of hers instead her original one, really adds up to the style of what she's wearing right now. I guess she tried using a black hair color spray but it didn't work-

-I guess. . ?

Wait, that's dumb. Why would a hair color spray would not efficiently work? Perhaps she decided to buy some kind of hair color spray that only dims her hair a bit. Guess I'll never know about that, doesn't matter if I know it or not.