My Writer (Tsubaki x OC)

Inspire

I was in the dinning room trying to work. Nothing would come to mind. I was trying to write something about someone who loves their roommate. I had a thought but lost it. I lay my head in my arms on the table, closing my eyes to try and think better, but I end up falling asleep.

I wake up to Tsubaki being in my face. His head was laying on the table, he was staring at me. I jump up, shocked at his sudden appearance.

"Sorry, you were just so peaceful in your sleep" he says lifting his head up from the table.

"Oh" I rub my eyes. "Its quiet, where's everyone else?"

"Vacation or work. I just finished so I thought I'd visit you"

"Uh huh" I yawn. "Hey since you're here could you help me?" I stand up and grab my things.

"With what?" He also stands up.

"Follow me" he follows me to my room. I toss the notepad on the bed and search the bookcase. I sense him coming up behind me then I feel his hands wrap around my waist.

"Did you really need my help or did you want me alone in your room"

"The first one" I say getting out of his arms and picking a book from the shelf.

I sit on my bed and he sits next to me. I give him the book, picking up my notepad and pencil. He looks at it curiously and I start to explain what I wanted him to help with. It was something I had written, full of my previous thoughts on any character personality given.

"I want you to read through this book, just skim if you want, and pick out your favourite stories about someone who fell in love with their roommate"

He nods and flips through the pages. He stops on one but keeps flipping. He makes it through then puts the book down on the bed. I look at him waiting for him to say something.

"Did you find anything?"

"No. It was all boring and didn't make sense"

I drag a hand down my face. "Great, and I have no idea what to do"

"I have something that might peak your interest though"

"Really? Please tell" I say, putting my pencil and notepad down wanting to absorb the information.

"So" he stands up, turning to me. "There's a man, he lives with let's say two of his brothers. Their father remarries to a woman with a daughter. The daughter, along with her best friend, move in. They aren't exactly roommates but they live in the same house. The friend and one of the brothers keep running into each other. Eventually the brother falls for her, finally noticing her beauty" when he finishes he pulls me into him, off the bed. He rested his forehead against mine. One of his hands took hold of mine, the other wrapped around my waist, almost in a dancing position.

"That story almost sounds familiar" I say.

"That's because it's based off a true story"

He spins me around my room, almost dancing. He spun me around a couple of times before spinning me into his chest, my back against him. He started kissing my neck. I didn't fight back, caught up in the moment. When I realized what was happening I pulled away.

"Alright thanks. That's good enough for me to start the script" I quickly grab my notepad and pencil and rush to the elevator.

Tsubaki watches me run out, an emotionless face. I stand in the elevator for a moment then slouch down onto the ground. I felt out of breath, not able to move. What was Tsubaki doing to me?

I walk into the living room and sit on the couch. I sigh deeply and open the notepad. I start writing down the ideas that were coming into my mind. It was like the dam blocking all the thoughts had been broken, allowing them to come flooding in. Soon enough I had the main parts of the script finished. I set it on the table and lay down, dozing off.

Someone lifts me up, I automatically snuggle into their warm chest. My eyes don't open but I know it was someone who wouldn't hurt me or anything. I allow them to carry me up to my room and fall back asleep.

I wake up in a room that wasn't mine. I look around and see it was Tsubaki's, his clothes thrown all over the floor. Tsubaki was sitting on the bed beside me, reading from my notepad. He was muttering things under his breath, I only managed to hear some things.

"Brilliant... love... crazy..."

What is he talking about?

I sit up making the bed creak. He turns around and hides the notepad.

"Why am I in your room?"

"I was going to bring you to your room but it was locked" he says.

"Oh"

"Did you just write this?" He asks handing me the book.

"Yeah" I don't mention how his story helped inspire me.

"It's amazing. It sounds so realistic, almost as if it's how you truly think and feel"

"Well I should go now" I run out of the room but he follows me. When I make it out the door he grabs my wrist and my back hits a wall.

"You can't keep running" he whispers.

"I can" I stare at him. "It's worked so far" I mutter.

He quickly kisses me, hungrily. I stood there thinking of what I should do. He was right, I couldn't continue running, but I couldn't just stop. I'm not one to face my problems but I will have to eventually. My eyes close, giving in to the sensation. He pulls away, his head hanging down in shame.

"I'm sorry. Go"

"What? Why the sudden-"

"Just go, before I do anything else" he yells in my face, cutting me off.

I quickly run to my room. I close the door and slide down it. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to handle this.