Even when you hurt me a million times, I will always come back crawling 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
CW: Mentions of potential Lemon, strong Language, and Angst.
- L/n Y/n met an old foe, Itoshi Sae, and it was rather the most unpleasant reun...
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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙸
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
The bustling sounds of people talking and laughing echoed through the vibrant surroundings. A myriad of colors in various shades shimmered, casting a lively glow on the entire area.
It was a locale brimming with joy and merriment, a setting that you had never particularly fancied.
"Seriously? You could've taken me anywhere but the amusement park." You said, your tone lacking enthusiasm.
An expression of distaste crossed your face, a sentiment stemming from your enduring aversion to crowded and noisy places.
Your soul yearned for tranquility, and the din of the amusement park seemed a stark contrast to your preference for peace.
You almost regret giving in to the Auburn-haired male's wishes.
"Come on, don't be such a bummer." Itoshi Sae remarked, his hand reaching out toward you.
He didn't want to lose you in the crowd.
However, your brows furrowed in response, and you couldn't bring yourself to take his hand. The notion of being seen holding hands with the soccer player was repulsive, enough to trigger a wave of disgust.
Swiftly, you swatted his hand away, redirecting your gaze toward the lively expanse of the amusement park.
The sheer volume of people engulfing the area left you feeling utterly overwhelmed.
As you stood there, momentarily lost in thought, the cacophony of the bustling environment made it challenging for you to focus.
"How stubborn." Muttered the tall soccer player to himself as he took your hand, abruptly pulling you from your dazed state.
"Hey!" You exclaimed, furrowing your brows in protest, though you refrained from resisting.
Your response was akin to a frowning child throwing a tantrum as the auburn-haired male led you through the boisterous premises of the amusement park.
Concern and frustration colored your tone as you, embodying the role of the diligent assistant, asked, "What if someone recognizes you?"
The apparent disregard that the youthful Itoshi displayed for his reputation irked you.
Spotting him in the midst of an amusement park, especially with the approaching World Cup, clashed with the image of a revered soccer prodigy known for relentless practice. He wouldn't look as promising to the eyes of many.
