꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
─── ∗∙⋅❀⋅∙∗ ───
↬ Important note : The orig...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Don't forget to hit the little star button, it would be greatly appreciated.
Enjoy your reading ♡
Stuck in front of her locker, Hana was half-listening to Sora Amano's monologue. She had spent a thrilling weekend in Tokyo, and every time she met one of her friends in the corridors of the establishment, the student had to tell them everything about it. From the beginning. Every detail. Details that Hana had the joy of hearing for - at least - the third time in the morning.
Hana yawned with boredom, but neither Amano nor her friends paid any attention to it. They were all too obsessed with their conversation to realize that someone wasn't listening. So nobody noticed the look of complicity that Hana exchanged with another student who passed by, and no one noted the message that made her phone vibrate with the random excuse that the young woman invented to get away.
Taking a slow step to not be noticed, Hana left the main building and went around it. On her way, she met a small handful of students passing near the vending machine, but none of them wondered what direction she was taking, or even the fact that she was the second person in less than five minutes to head for the paved driveway everyone knew was a dead end.
Hana loved this place since the time she found it. When the weather allowed it, she would take refuge during her breaks to admire the pretty flowers that had chosen this spot as their home. She clearly preferred the company of these charming plants to that of her somewhat superficial companions. So, as soon as she could, the brunette would throw the first lie that came to her mind to get there.
However, Hana wasn't the only one enjoying the tranquility of this place. Another person was often already there when she arrived, an orange tube on the lips and a shimmering glow at the bottom of her translucent gaze. The addiction to nicotine forced Keisuke to regularly visit this dead-end to satisfy it. And if at first the presence of an intruder had annoyed him, the situation had changed since a certain secret bounded them.
Several weeks had passed since their detention in the library. Neither had bothered to come back to what had happened. And in the end, they had not really needed it; things between them had taken a whole other dimension without any discussion being necessary, and the terms of their little arrangement were more than clear: no feelings. No need to waste once's breath on saying it out loud.
A sort of routine had taken hold between them. In the corridors, each one of them never addressed more than a sneaky glance to the other one. They acted as if nothing had happened, like two people who didn't know each other at all. But out of sight, in an empty classroom or in a remote corner of the institution, things were very different. The idea that they could get caught at any time only made their little game more entertaining, forcing them to be more and more inventive so they don't arouse the suspicion of their comrades.
