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Love-hate relationship
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🎧✩°｡⋆⸜(Y/N) Kishimo was always the top student in class since young and always do 'perfectly perfect' in literally everything.
Piano...ballet...singing... grades, and even playing sports! But th...
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"What a beautiful white dress, but not as beautiful as you, Kishimo-chan"
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Saturday morning, 8:30am
A knock on my bedroom door occurred, and I heard Violet's voice on the other side of the door.
"Miss, a friend of yours has arrived and is waiting in the living room." Her cheeky laugh was heard after she made the announcement. I got up from my study desk and took a sip of water. "Who could that be at this early hour?" I murmured to myself.
I took a sweater from my closet and throw it over me and combed my hair, at least I look a bit more decent now. I swing open my bedroom door and continue wondering who the mysterious guest could be.
Could it be Oikawa? I remember Violet interrogating me about him the last time he was here. Just now, she let out a cheeky laugh so could it be him? He's going to tease me once he saw me. As I walked down the stairs, I heard a familiar laugh and ducked my head so I can sneak a peek at the guest.
To my surprise, it was Shirabu. He was sitting on the couch, drinking tea and talking to my parents. He wore a dark green sweater and a beige scarf wrapped around his neck along with baggy jeans and a black beanie. I admire how he is always elegant in everything he does. He never fails to make me envious of him.
Shirabu noticed my presence staring at him and looked towards my direction. I jumped and realized that I'm busted. I walked down the remaining stairs and greeted my parents.
"(Y/N)! You finally got out from your room. We were just talking to this polite young man. I suppose he's one of your friends?" My mother asked, admiring Shirabu and his handsome face.
"Motherrr, you know him. He's Shirabu Kenjiro. My best friend since kindergarten, remember?" I replied, taking a seat down next to Shirabu. He looked at me and smiled, "Good morning, (Y/N)."
