𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 .

𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮 .

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Today, I had a small project from work—an essay due tonight. I'd had the entire week to start it, but instead, I spent most of it pestering my boyfriend, Karasu Tabito.

Now, here I was, lying upside down on my bed with my head dangling off the edge, lazily swinging it side to side as I stared at the inverted world around me. The angle distorted the room, but it gave me a perfect view of Karasu in the mirror across from the bed. He was propped against the headboard, scrolling through his phone with an air of casual disinterest, pretending my dramatic groans weren't bothering him.

"You know, I really should be working on that essay," I began, stretching the words out as if they might magically spark my motivation. Karasu didn't look up, so I added, "But someone just had to be so distracting and handsome, didn't they?"

Still no reaction. He was playing it cool, but I knew better. "Tabito, are you even listening to me? Or are you too busy scrollin' through your dumb memes?"

His eyes flicked up for a fraction of a second before returning to his phone. "Maybe if ya stopped yappin' and actually wrote that essay, ya wouldn't be in this mess." His voice was smooth, calm—too calm—but I caught the faint edge of amusement in his tone.

"Pfft, as if I could concentrate with your ugly mug sittin' there," I shot back, studying the mirror for any cracks in his composure. Sure enough, his nose scrunched slightly, his eyebrows furrowed just a bit, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward. Gotcha.

"Ugly mug, huh?" Karasu finally responded, still glued to his phone. "That's rich comin' from someone who looks like they just lost a fight with a tornado."

I gasped, glancing at the mirror. Okay, fair point—my hair was a mess, and my shirt was barely hanging on one shoulder. "Whatever, Tabito. I'm still hotter than you. I mean, just look at me!" I struck a ridiculous pose, flipping my hair back dramatically like I was auditioning for a shampoo commercial.

Karasu snorted. "If by 'hot' ya mean lookin' like ya rolled outta bed and forgot how mirrors work, then sure."

I narrowed my eyes, determined to get a rise out of him. "For someone who's so good at analyzing people, you really suck at reading the room. This is where you're supposed to tell me how amazing I am and how lucky you are to have me."

Finally, Karasu looked up, his expression deadpan. "Sure, Y/n. I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have someone who spends all their time botherin' me instead of doin' their work."

Grinning, I leaned closer. "Exactly! You should be grateful I'm here to make your life more exciting."

He rolled his eyes but didn't respond, which only fueled my determination. "What's wrong, Tabito? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too scared to admit how much you adore me?"