Ashes of the fallen: Bound by the flame

Chapter two: Drop of his lighter

Third perspective:

The morning sun hit through the window, beaming just right to Kairi's face. Especially to her eyes, painting her upper face like a sunkiss. Kairi's eyebrows furrowed in response when the light hit her face, waking the woman up from her peaceful slumber.

"Captain, leave"

The same low and cold tone called out, it was coming from the window's direction. Kairi didn't even need to open her eyes to know that it was Hiroyuki attempting to wake her up.

Right, she fell asleep at Hiroyuki's dorm. No wonder he sounds pissy so early in the morning.

"Give me a break alreadyyy"

Kairi whined like a child, her loud childish like tone ringing throughout the room. Her eyes remaining shutly closed as she rolled around the bed, making the crumpled bedsheets more crumpled than it is already.

"Yes, and you just had one"

Hiroyuki complained back, his eyes twitching in annoyance. For someone who rarely shows emotions, perhaps it's safe to say Hiroyuki is actually human.

The man groaned quietly, his expression cold and stoic but clearly fed up with the woman who's wrapped around in his bedsheets.

"Now, move"

He added sternly, his tone not wavering in the slightest. His hands grabbed the woman's ankle, pulling her down and away from his bed. Kairi whined and yelled the whole time. She was yelling "no!" Or "don't want to!" Or probably something like that.

And after a few minutes, Hiroyuki finally managed to successfully tear Kairi apart from his bed.

Seriously, because of their cat fight, Hiroyuki's bed was a mess. As a person who hated messy things, it definitely ticked off Hiroyuki in some extent. His whole bed looked like a whole tornado run over it. Pillows scattered throughout his bed and even onto the floor, his bedsheets crumpled like paper and some layer even touching the floor, and his blanket completely on the floor like it's a magic carpet.

The white haired man sighed, sitting down on the edge of his bed. His eyes staring into nowhere, which made him remember something. He didn't made breakfast. That means Kairi still hasn't eaten. Hiroyuki sighed in realization, grabbing his phone on the nightstand. His fingers typing on it so quickly yet flawlessly.

Hiroyuki parted his lips. As he relaxed his body, pulling himself down onto his bed. Almost his whole body was laying on the bed, but his legs remained touching the floor. He was in his usual position again. His position where he just completely detaches himself.

His mind wondering off to anything again. The white haired man's eyes was solely focused on the ceiling once again. His golden eyes as gloomy and lifeless as always. The scar on his eye made him even more gloomy.

Hiroyuki then slightly flinched when he caught a familiar scent all over his bed, especially on his bedsheets. That woman's scent remained imprint on his bed. His eyes narrowed, though it soon did slowly closed in the process. Seemingly wanting to solely focus on the scent.

It smelled the same. Now or from years ago when they first met. Kairi smelled exactly like cigarettes getting covered by a soft like roses perfume.