𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ᵗʳ ˣ ⁿᵃʳᵘᵗᵒ

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Draken watched from behind his commander who was sitting on top of the stairs with teriyaki in his hand, staring at it in boredom. The vice commander was confused, Mikey was never this quiet in like ever, he contemplated whether asking if he was alright or not when the sound of multiple engine running was heard throughout the meeting place. The taller blonde pursed his lips before walking towards where his friends are, leaving the short blonde alone in disinterest.

Baji shakes his head making his long luxurious hair sway to the side as he placed his helmet on his side. "Hey", Draken greets his friends.

"Mikey's being a bit weird today" He adds.

Mitsuya, a lavender haired boy, raised an eyebrow as he moved away from his own motorbike, "You of all people would know that he's always weird, Draken" He joked, smiling a bit at his friend who any shook his head.

"No, he's just a bit weirder than usual"

"Ya think he found himself a crush or something?" Kawata Nahoya or otherwise known as his nickname, Smiley, mused with his usual grin as his twin brother stood next to him.

Baji turns to them in interest, "A crush?" he laughs, "I don't think that shorty is capable of having a crush." he continues as Chifuyu sweat dropped at his captain's blunt tone.

Smiley shrugs to himself, "Still a possibility."

You tighten your hold on a white-haired male's locks, pulling the boy's face closer to yours with a glare. You thought that after that encounter with the two friends who were clad in black uniform and the two brothers would finally end the weirdness of today but instead, you found yourself being stalked at by some weirdo.

You were walking back towards your uncle's house when you felt a sudden presence following you from behind. You put on an act where you would behave as if you didn't notice until you stepped in a dark alleyway, waiting for the stranger. Not even a minute has passed, you slammed the stranger on to the wall making whoever it was grunt in pain.

Giving the stranger a glare, you assumed that it was a male with how he was dressed. Your face leaned closer towards him, pressing your arms harder against his neck making him wince. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" You sneered.

The male bit his lip, feeling his cheeks heating up as he held the arm that was pressing against his neck. Your glare hardened at that, raising your other fists before punching the male straight in the face making him fall to the ground.

"You better answer me, weirdo" you said in a threatening voice as you took hold of his white locks and made him look at you, the side of his face was showing a slight noticeable bruise from your punch.

This was everything that the white-haired male dreamed of, what he fantasized almost every time he thought of you. His best friend slash servant was bewildered as he stared at him whenever they hung out, he apparently did not know why the white-haired male was acting strange these past few months.

He bit his lower lip, face still red. Your face showed an expression of disgust as you stared down at his face, 'What's with this guy?' You thought, a bit confused. After a few minutes, the tanned male still didn't answer you but kept on staring at you as if you were worth to be worshiped for.

You let out a sigh before letting go of his admittedly soft hair, letting him slump on the dirty ground of the alleyway. Deciding to turn around and walk away from him, you gave one last glance and walk away.