Secret Message - SemiShira

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her one and only child, Eita, was her primary concern

Third Person Pov

The door closed behind Semi as he left home. His parents sat at the breakfast table, eating their morning meal.

"Is it Saturday today?" Mrs. Semi inquired, looking up from her food.

"Yes, it is," Mr. Semi confirmed.

She shifted in her seat. "I wonder where Eita is going this early. He hasn't even had breakfast."

"Hasn't he been doing that recently?" Mr. Semi asked.

"No, not before. It's only after we got back that he's been leaving so early as if he has something urgent to attend to," she replied, casting a worried glance at her husband. "Do you think I'm overthinking this?"

"No, you're not. Eita has been acting rather suspicious lately. Maybe I should keep an eye on him," Mr. Semi suggested.

"Do you know anyone who could help?" Mrs. Semi inquired.

"Yes, I've got some contacts," Mr. Semi responded.

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Semi and Shirabu decided to spend their Saturday shopping for new clothes. It was a rare day off from their busy school schedule, and they wanted to make the most of it

As they strolled through the bustling mall, Semi couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He kept glancing over his shoulder, his eyes darting around as if he expected to see someone following them.

Shirabu picked up on Semi's unease, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow. He leaned in closer to his boyfriend. "Eita, is everything alright?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Semi offered a forced smile. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit tired, that's all," he replied, not wanting to burden Shirabu with his irrational fears.

The feeling of being watched persisted throughout their shopping trip, but Semi refrained from mentioning it. He didn't want to put a damper on their day together. Instead, he hoped that the unsettling feeling would dissipate.

Shirabu couldn't help but worry as he noticed Semi's discomfort. He continued to check in on him, asking if everything was okay. Each time, Semi assured him that it was, not wanting to spoil their day.

In the clothing shop, Shirabu was on a mission. He seemed to have a sixth sense of picking out clothes that would look perfect on his boyfriend. He would hold up different outfits, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he urged Semi to try them on. Semi went along with it, entering and exiting the changing room multiple times.

As Semi tried on various outfits, Shirabu couldn't help but admire his boyfriend's good looks. Each time Semi emerged from the changing room, Shirabu's heart skipped a beat. He would step closer, his fingers grazing over the fabric of the clothes, making sure they fit just right. And then, he would steal a quick kiss, unable to resist the urge to taste Semi's lips.

Semi didn't mind the attention; in fact, he loved it. Even if he was just wasting time trying on a bunch of clothes that they were probably not going to buy, he liked to see Shirabu's eyes only on him

Once they had picked out some new clothes for Semi, it was his turn to take the reins. Semi chose a few outfits for Shirabu, carefully selecting pieces that he knew would make his boyfriend look even more handsome

As Shirabu tried on the clothes, Semi watched and smiled, appreciating how well they accentuated Shirabu's features.

After a successful shopping spree, they decided to take a break and grab some ice cream at a nearby cafe. Semi finally confessed his earlier unease to Shirabu. "You know, I felt like someone was following us earlier," Semi admitted, his voice low.

Shirabu's eyes widened in concern. "Why didn't you say anything? We should've been more careful."

Semi shrugged. "I didn't want to ruin our day. Plus, it was probably just my imagination."

Shirabu placed a reassuring hand on Semi's. "Promise me you'll tell me next, I don't want you to worry alone."

Semi nodded, feeling grateful for Shirabu's understanding. They sat in the cafe, sharing ice cream while talking about when will be the next time they can try on their new clothes

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