☆Tokyo Debunker☆ [imagine]

Hot and Cold (Easily flustered MC x Jin)

(As requested by Iknowthatyourasimp. Wow I'm seriously bad at writing for Jin but i hope this was okay haha. I do feel like making a part two for this though.)

This was bad.

Really, really bad.

Your whole face felt like it was at the brink of explosion.

It has always been this way. Somehow, your were cursed with a face that turns a ghastly shade of red when your heart raced, even just a tiny bit.

Being held by someone was sure to trigger the effect, and what's worse was having to explain it afterwards.

"What's wrong with you?"
Jin's icy blue eyes pierced into you.
He had just carried you on the helicopter after finishing the fight earlier.

Tohma, Lucas and Kaito were the ones fighting too, so Jin didn't see a reason why YOU were the one looking red and sweating.

"Nothing! N-nothing at all! Just recovering from shock."
You brushed your uniform and cleared your throat, in hopes of diverting the attention casted your way.

The Captain of Frostheim gave you a look of doubt but turned away, luckily.

"It isn't NOTHING."
You stared sternly into your mirror when you arrived back at the chapel, patting your face with both hands,
"Why do you always have to embarrass me?"

That was a question you wished your own cheeks would answer. But of course it didn't. You let out a growl of frustration before collapsing on your bed.

You were quite fortunate that Jin quickly lost interest in your bright red cheeks, after being given the lamest excuse of the century. It was possible he considered you to be another one of his endless admirers, and decided to brush it off.

You hoped that was the case.

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It wasn't the first time your face turned so dramatically red and Jin was well aware of it.

First, it was that time you tried to eavesdrop on his conversation with Tohma, when he propped his leg up to trap you, a helpless and pathetic thing, from making a quick escape.

Then, there was earlier on, where he lifted you up like a sack of potatoes to the helicopter.

What's clear to him was that any close contact to you would result in the colour change of your face.

He just needed to do one more thing.

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Your mouth gaped at the gowns in front of you.

Three whole gowns, paired with their own accessories and shoes were sent to you by him.

Surely, this was too much, no?

Even if it was out of formalities sake, sending a note with a line that said: "pick one to wear for the ball and keep the rest." , was far too much for you.

Needless to say, your heart did flutter at the thought of how he might not have been THAT mean of a person, and maybe just needed time to get used to someone.

"No... He can't be..."
Your face heated up, fed by your own delusions, you were left on your bed, kicking your legs in the air.

Maybe he liked you.

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Wrong. Completely off.

Right after your Cinderella ball dance, the clock struck 12 and Captain frosty was back to being the rude and apathetic person he is.