F O R E M O S T, E S S E N T I A L [ᴛᴀᴋᴀꜱᴜɢɪ. ꜱ x ʏᴏᴜ]

IV

|3rd pov|

After almost an hour running away, playing hide and seek with those space pirate, you both took a hide out in of the abandon house not far from the forest.

Or can say, it's almost located in the forest but actually just the entrance.

That was the closest and safest place to discrete (for now). At least, can save our energy and the entire soul from being jump scare by those living weird aliens.

You sat opposite to his proposition, folded your leg close to the chest and wrapped your arm around both knees. Hiding your face into the space of the knees, the air quite slowly decreases in temperature.

Maybe because of the forest, the air turns cold and you are still in your nurse outfit. With only a thin dark cardigan, the cold temperature is still getting on you as if there's no clothes left on. Shivering took over your whole body, unconsciously your lips quivered.

This is ridiculous. Like some kind of thriller intrigued genre of film I used to listen to. Now, we are no different from them. Add on the equation, with an injury partner.

"[Name]."

Your head is slowly getting heavier, but his voice doesn't slow down for you to look at with a frown.

"Hm? What's wrong? Is your leg still hurt?"

"No, not that. My leg's fine. I'm talking about you."

"Me? I don't have a broken leg."

"But your body does."

"Are you flirting right now?"

"I'm talking about your trembling, you airhead."

"I am not. I was practicing my new lion dance."

"To celebrate Halloween? You really suck at lying."

"Talk about yourself. What's with that drooling water from your head? Is your saliva giving up to drool from your mouth that it changed to coming out from your forehead?"

One step from you, one mile away he was from you.

What the hell is he playing on?

"Don't come closer."

"You really are a plot twist. One time you're concern about me, one time you're–" is my eyes fooling me or his cheek turning reddish?

"Shinsuke... are you... You're burning young man!"

"And you're the one hit on me now–"

"Stop twisting my words. You are sick! If I put egg on your golf field forehead, I can make an omelete on it."

Unbelievable face struck on Shinsuke feature. "Are you that hungry?"

Your lips screwed, irking nerves up like the forex market increasing rapidly.

"Shut your mouth. It must be with this sudden cold temperature."

Shinsuke right. You really are suck at lying.

Though, his condition needs this cardigan more than you needed.

"And you're no different. You can't stand cold– no, put that cardigan on you!"

Yeah, we're having a tug of war cardigan version while me struggling to put this on him.

"You need it more than I am supposed to! Or I won't accept your apologies for what you said to me before."

Silence.

Awkwardness.

Whatever else's terms can be used. That's how it ended up.