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stalker. y/n knew something was wrong the moment she saw kunimi looking more anxious than she'd ever seen him.
he was sweating, visibly tense, and clearly freaked out by the creepy woman who had cornered him in the middle of a dark neighborhood at 10 p.m.
it was just pure luck that she happened to pass by after grabbing ice cream from the convenience store, but she didn't hesitate to step in.
she was used to kunimi's usual annoyed, stoic expression, so seeing him genuinely scared like that was alarming.
afterward, once his breathing had calmed and he came out of the bathroom, they made brief eye contact before he quickly looked away and headed to the kitchen for some water.
y/n was sitting at the dining table, trying to figure out how to bring up what just happened, but she couldn't tell if he wanted to talk about it or needed some space. she sighed, torn between her concern and not wanting to push him.
as mrs. kunimi returned from the restaurant to double-check, y/n decided to break the silence. "i'm okay with sleeping in the living room, mrs. kunimi." she offered, trying to be polite.
mrs. kunimi smiled gently but shook her head. "the living room's not very comfortable, my dear. why don't you sleep in our room? we have a futon you can use."
the young girl hesitated, embarrassed by the thought of possibly snoring in front of them. "oh, i wouldn't want to impose, mrs. kunimi..."
kunimi walked back into the living room, holding his glass of water. "your room's too cluttered, mom. you've got too much stuff in there." he said, his voice sounding calmer now.
she noticed how tired he looked, his eyes puffy and rimmed with red. her heart ached a little, wanting to ask if he was okay, but she bit her tongue.
"akira, we can clear some space for the night—" but kunimi cut her off again, this time softer. "she can stay in my room. there's more space there... and i know she probably rolls around in her sleep." he added.
y/n looked at him, taken aback by the unexpected offer. he finally met her eyes, and for a moment, there was a silent understanding between them.
"well then, let me go grab that futon." his mom said, her voice a bit lighter as she headed upstairs, leaving the two teenagers in silence.
his dad was still on the couch, barely paying attention, caught up in whatever he was doing.
kunimi glanced at y/n, "you're already set for bed. i guess you don't need to borrow anything from my mom." he said, sounding almost casual. "yep." she mumbled, fiddling with her fingers.
she wasn't sure what to make of this whole situation. was kunimi offering to let her stay in his room because he felt obligated after she helped him earlier? or was his parents' room really that 'cluttered'?
