Perfect Flaws | Gakushu Asano X Reader

43| The Right To Forget

Sometimes I get asked if I will write a smut scene in my stories and the answer is always no. I can promise lime scenes and there will be implied smut. But I will never write a graphic smut scene. For one thing, I suck at it lmao.

~To The Story~

Your first-ever sleepover with a celebrity. You can check that off your bucket list, right below going skinny dipping in the middle of the night.

Jokes aside, you were a little nervous about this sleepover. It's the first time you're hanging out with the model since the rejection and you're worried that being with her would open up the wounds in your heart, reminding you that Gakushu would end up with her one of these days. But, you still plan on going through with this. You could also end up having a good time.

'No. We will have a good time.' You try to convince yourself as you step out of the elevator to find Miho's room number. Just as long as neither of you brings up Gakushu.

'Room 515.' You glance at each number plate you pass.

To think you could be walking past some big celebrities' room. It made your heart pound a little.

Miho told you this apartment was great to hide from obsessive fans and papparize. Anyone suspicious lurking outside would be escorted to leave the premises and outsiders were not allowed to even step foot in the elevator unless they were permitted.

"... Oh, here it is." You said as you found Miho's room number.

You knock on the door a couple of times and at the same time, the door next to Miho opens and out comes out a late teen boy. You naturally looked over and immediately recognized him from a mystery drama show some girls in your class are obsessed with. It was such a trashy and poorly written-show. The only reason the show had a big audience was because the lead actor was extremely hot and brought the character to life. He was the only reason you were able to get through the first episode.

And it was safe to say that he was extremely hot now that you were standing so close to him. Your heart jumped at the sight of him. You were a little disappointed he didn't even at least make eye contact with you. He seemed too busy talking on the phone with whoever and sped down the hallway.

With star-struck eyes, you kept looking at him until you couldn't see him.

When he was gone, you snapped out of it and blinked.

"Wait..." You looked at Miho's door. "Did I knock?"

You pursed your lips and tried to remember, but shrugged. Eh. Whatever. You decided to knock anyway.

You waited only a few seconds before you heard fast-approaching footsteps from the other side.

The door swung open.

"You're here!" Miho cheered.

For a second there, you almost didn't recognize her. Whenever you saw Miho, she was always wearing, what you assume, were expensive outfits. They also looked new. It was like she just bought those clothes the same day.

This time, while her outfits looked more down to earth than anything. It was a regular white T-shirt that matched her yoga pants. That was it. No earrings, no extra jewellery, and not even makeup.

Now that you think about it, this is the most natural you've seen her. And even now she looks like a beauty queen. It's no wonder she's a model.

"Hi." With a smile of your own, she welcomed you inside and closed the door. Your eyes couldn't help but glance around her living area admiring how spacious the apartment was.