❝𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.❞
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since childhood she had always 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 him.
until she moved to tokyo, where he slowly faded with time.
now that she returned, she real...
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"I'll go make you new coffee, and Ryo, would you please prepare some crepe for them?" My Dad said.
No Dad, please no.
Then they both disappeared inside the kitchen
Leaving me and Togame alone.
The boy tilted his head, his eyes examining me before he used his fingers to beckon me
I shook my head. "I told you I'm sorry."
He smiled, still beckoning me. "Come."
"No."
He shook his head. "Come, come."
"No, I said I'm sorry." I recoiled.
"Just come."
With hesitation, I approached him. "Yes?"
"Sit."
I slowly took my seat next to him, who was still smiling. Before I could say anything, he flicked his fingers on my forehead.
"Ouch!" I rubbed the area.
"Drive carefully next time." He said and flicked the hand I pressed against my forehead.
"Hey stop it!" I snapped before letting out a sigh. "I told you I'll take responsibility, okay?"
He grinned. "Guilty much?"
"Oh goodness, of course!"
"Now I feel much better." He smiled sweetly as he tore a piece of cheesecake and took a bite.
At close range, I scanned his hair and found bits of leaves intertwined with his locks. A cut could be seen on his chin, which he must have received as he rolled past the slope.
"You got something on your hair." I proceeded to pluck the leaves but stopped midway, debating whether I should stop when his eyes wouldn't leave me.
"Done?" He asked, deadpanned.
"Ah, no." I quickly picked out the remaining leaves.
He ran his fingers through his unkempt mullet, making sure there wasn't any mess left.
"Should I braid it up for you?" I offered.
He raised his brows. "How sweet."
"Well, it's a mess and you can't use your other hand." I shrugged.
"You prefer short-haired men?" He teased.
"Well, it's true that I like men with undercut better," I said, shoving my hand into my pocket and pulling out a thin hair tie. "Now, turn around."
He shifted his back to me and I started interlocking his mullet for him.
Oh gosh, How on earth is his hair softer than mine?
