The Sinful Liar - Shohei Ohtani x Reader.

Chapter 20: White daffodil

"But if he's just your one night stand, why do you interest in his behavior that much?" Joely asks.

She starts to doubt. I was so uncautious that I didn't think about the natural of one-night-stand thing, which is only last for one time. I was too engrosses in what she explained. But now that she brought the paradox up, my heart starts beating quickly. I am nervous thinking about Shohei and I have no idea why.

"I-I.. I think that it's not one night stand. L-like .... u-um... sort of... like we'll meet again" I try, struggling through my words.

Even Joely is kinda close to me, I don't dare share my secret. The fact that she meets us on a daily basis gives me fear that she could never look at either me or him normally again. And I want to protect us both.

"Friends with benefit?" she suggests. Her face tells me that she is seriously help me find out the proper explanation.

"Yes, exactly. He's my friend" I clarify.

Joely thinks about it carefully before she responds. "Alright, but if there's anything going on between you two, you should talk about it. You must set your boundary and set the rules between you two" she advises.

I nod silently.

She's right. At least I should have set the rules, or boundary at the first place. I can't just let someone destroy me whenever they want because they're stronger than me and more powerful.

***

The next 4 days went by fast. No message, no contact from Shohei. I didn't even see him on the Angels stadium. While he was busy practice within the spring training days, or further, for World Baseball Classic, I was just focusing too much on the media team as well as my family.

Mentioning my family, since my mother was discharged from the hospital, I took care of almost every meals. Breakfast, lunch, dinner as well as Louis' snacks, laundry, etc. My only spare time, for thesis graduation, is after 11PM, when everyone's asleep and I finish all the task from the work's masterplan.

So busy. But at least I feel secure. To know that I'm still able to work to make my life's better.

Today is Sunday, which means that I have dinner with Lars. I really need time to relax on my own after a long week of preparing my thesis and studying. But also I don't want to postpone this date any longer. It's fine to spend time with Lars anyway, at least I don't feel alone and uncomfortable.

Lars picks me up at 7:30 PM. I'm wearing a simple black dress with white lace around my neck, while he shows up after that car door with a white long-sleeved button-up shirt and black jeans.

On the way there, our small conversation flows, naturally, as it always be. He navigates the city streets with practiced ease, his gaze occasionally meeting mine before flitting back to the road.

"So, how's your Mom?" he asks after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

One particular trait of Lars is that he tries so hard to remember every detail about people. He loves hearing stories, especially about things they've been through.

"Oh, she's fine. She has been charged from the hospital, the operation is successful." I reply, smiling lightly.

"That's good. I hope it goes well," he looks at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road.

But oddly enough, I know too little about him. Being in the Angels' PR Management Position means I have the privilege of getting to know the player's profile better, but that still doesn't make much sense because the paper is just about professionalism. What do his parents do? I don't even know.