❝I WANT SOMETHING SWEET AND ADDICTING... CAN I HAVE A KISS?❞
LOVERBOY 彼の妻
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In Which (Y/n) finds herself falling for the leader of a rival gang leader she was supposed to kill-- who us known as a Lover Boy.
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· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · ❝She's skated her way into my heart.❞ · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
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⊹˚˖ ︶꒷꒦SHINICHIRO STOOD OUTSIDE OF HIS SHOP...
His black irises falling at his flip phone silently staring at the time; "It's Eight fifty-nine..." muttering to himself; a low exhale escapes his nostrils- closing the phone, the male chewed nervously on the inside of his cheek.
Perhaps he was overdoing it by counting every minute... But can anyone blame him? This is the first time he truly wasn't rejected.
Rubbing the back of his neck in thought; the male turns on his heels to move back into his shop until the distant sound of an engine sweeps past his eardrums.
Turning his head towards the direction eyeing the incoming headlight; your motorcycle approached Shinichiro until you came to a halt inches from the stunned male.
Taking off your helmet; you shook your head to remove your wild locks from your eyes until you gazed at him with a light smile. "Hey, don't tell me you were about to call it quits." nodding playfully at his hands that grasp the doorknob.
Taking notice of the obvious misunderstanding-- he removes his hand quickly flashing you a bright smile; "No, I was just-... Getting my bike for us." covering his tracks swiftly, you raised an eyebrow leaning forward. "Your bike? What's wrong with mine?"
"Well, it's only a one-seater for one."
Looking down at your seat seeing the truth to his remark; shrugging your shoulders in defeat-- "Okay, let's get on yours, Loverboy. I doubt it will be as fast."
A smirk tugged at the corners of Shinichiro's lips; a hint of mischief glazing in his irises watching you climb off your bike. Taking notice of his mischievous demeanor; your feet stopped-- eyeing him.
"What?"
Soon you will learn the meaning behind that smirk as once Shinichiro received his bike from his shop and have you on-
