ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ (𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘰)

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 48 (𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢)

you.. can't really be choosing him over me.

𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐 3; 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖔𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎

𝔱𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔶

. . .

staying up all night binge-reading was probably not a good idea, but you'd do it again with no regrets.

"..ghh..." you groan, seeing as the morning light shines into your room. "sunrise already?" it felt like minutes, but has it really been that long? you stare into your clock, eyes blurry and as if you're going to faint. "urh.." the image of the digital clock slowly stared into your head.. you squinted your eyes...

7AM ALREADY??

you got up immediately. usually, you'd leave around an hour later. shoot, shoot, shoot. you mentally facepalmed, running around and grabbing your stuff. ah, so it'd been an all nighter, huh? math class seems the perfect nap time. you brush your hair, getting rid of tangles but tugging on your head, rushing to get things done. you put your uniform on, and veryy quickly, you check the time once more. only 7:30. great job, yan!

you breathe a sigh of relief, and the doorbell rings. your eyes light up. is it.. mugami? you didn't trust him quite yet, but you were grateful for the gift. you look through your little door window, and find it is the man in question. 

"mugami?" you say, looking at him. "oh, please, call me makoto." he winks, taking your hand, kissing it. 

[what the fuck?]

ah, there's the good old kusuo. [what the hell did he just do?] he looked around the corner, using clairvoyance to watch yan and make sure she's safe as he did every day. "ah." you pulled your hand back, almost flinching at it. "..thank you for the little gift!" you said, now more energetic than yesterday, even though you had absolutely no sleep and no caffeine.

"anything for my future lady!" he winks again. [what is this? a rom-com?] kind of. [..then the love interest should be me, not him.] oh. feisty kusuo? [god. this actually hurts for some reason, seeing her so.. pampered.] you're probably jealous of makoto, huh? [..maybe. she should only be pampered by me..] 

jealous and insecure kusuo era? [not the time.]

your face became slightly dusted with pink by the name. "okay, not so soon." you say, as if he actually has a chance. kusuo freezes. [she can't actually like him.] "..i guess if you'd like to accompany me to school?" you said, allowing him to practically follow her to school, and it was almost as if his tail wagged like some clingy puppy. "YES!" he nodded profusely.

"no." 

kusuo showed up, immediately, right behind makoto as he pushed him aside, falling into the bush. "HEY!" he shouted, his hair covered in leaves sa his legs stuck out of the bush. "yan and i will be heading to school on our own." he looks at you, a little hurt that you'd actually invited that pervert. "yan, i told you he's weird." kusuo takes your hand, pulling you out of your house and locking the door with his power. "i'm not weird!" he yells in the bush, and kusuo ignores him. "why are you letting him come?" 

you didn't answer, but compliantly followed behind kusuo. he looks at your face, trying to see your expression in case any popped up. all he examined though were your eyebags. surprisingly, kusuo found them making you even more attractive than you already were.. but he decided to question it, though he already knew your late night reading session. "did you sleep last night?"