red ; saimota

two.

"i first met kaito through maki," he murmurs.

✯

the rumours about maki and kaito had been darting around the area like bullets. due to this, saihara was fully aware of said rumours, and had been informed of every minor detail.

however, when he finally confronted his cold friend, he earned the darkest glare he could have ever imagined anyone emitting. "so... you didn't... uh..?" saihara cleared his throat awkwardly.

maki rolled her eyes. "no! i'm not brain dead, saihara," she snapped.

defensively, saihara held both of his hands up. "h-hey! i'm just saying because... well, i've heard a lot of uh... r-rumours about you both..." he elaborated, but maki's piercing gaze silenced him promptly.

a few moments later, saihara heard maki's front door open and shut, following a brief knock on it. "who's that! i d-didn't know kaede was coming, too?" he questioned.

releasing a small sigh, maki raised her head and watched as the living room door opened.

and there, to saihara's shock, stood kaito momota himself.

admittedly, saihara had never seen kaito in the flesh- but he had heard about him. in fact, he'd heard more about him than he'd have liked.

he'd heard every scandalous affair; every one night stand and certainly every single shattered heart inflicted by this man. although, as kaito leaned on the doorway with a teasing smirk playing on his perfectly bright lips, the main question saihara had about kaito momota was answered.

people threw themselves at him because he was so alluring. just one glimpse from him could transform anyone into putty in his hands, and god knows kaito was fully aware of this.

and then, he spoke. "'sup, harumaki. who's the guy?"

his voice... oh my god, his voice.

saihara's lips parted slightly as the words tumbled past kaito's lips flawlessly, his tone so deep and almost seductive. "momota," maki shot; "this is saihara shuuichi."

his smirk everlastingly prominent, kaito's eyes trailed over to saihara's, and after what felt like years, they met. "hey," he greeted, and saihara swore he knew.

he knew that saihara's head was already spinning at the mere thought of him; that saihara was instantly infatuated with the image of kaito momota, and that saihara was fully aware that kaito would build on that admiration until it was pure obsession.