I'm His Favorite (Kirito X Asuna Lime)

--Chapter Five--

Before..

Her scary, dark brown eyes were piercing through me. She seemed scarrier than usual. I then looked to the right, to see my dear father sitting down. His soft gaze was always so comforting to look at..

But what scarred me, was not them.
It was the man, who sat next to elder brother.

A suitor.

At that very moment, I realized what my parents have planned. I stepped back a bit, about to race to my room to tell Kirito-kun to fake a sickness and not come.

But at the time that I took my second step back―

DING DONG

It was already too late.

--Asuna's Perspecrive--

I turned my body around, and faced the front entrance of the mansion.

I could feel the adrenaline race through my veins. The next thing I knew, is that Kirito-kun was inside my house.

His soft gaze was set on me, and it also warmed my heart a bit. I had seemed to forgotten all of my worries for those few seconds.

My smile then faded away, right at the moment that I snapped out of mesmerization.

••At the table - Kazuto's perspective••

I couldn't believe it. The Yūki family had set me up. I had believed that this was a meeting for me to prove myself to Asuna's parents, but it is much more than that.

It is a debate.

I sat straight up on the comfortable chair, looking straight up at the other side of the table.

The three relatives of Asuna were staring at me, staring into my soul. And to the right of Mrs. Yūki, was my rival.

His short, dark brown hair was a bit messy, but all of the attention was taken by his sparkling, dark brown eyes. They were blocked by his frameless glasses, and his salura colored lips were bent into a thin smile.

He would win by a lifetime if we were competing with looks, but Asuna's love is my ultimate weapon that will have me win.

I then gulped, preparing myself for what is to come.

"So, Kirigaya," Asuna's father began.

I looked up and into his gentle, brown eyes. "What is your mother's current affilation?" he asked. I then opened my mouth to respond, but it was apparently dry.

"W-Well, she's... She is deceased," I responded nervously. "Hm.." he hummed. Yūki Kyouko then took a turn to ask a question.

"And your father?" she asked.
"He is as well," I said. My anxiety then began to fade away, and was replaced with mild sadness.

"Are you adopted?" she asked with her stern tone of voice. "Not exactly.. My aunt on my mother's side of the family has adopted me."

"I see," she stated. She then looked over at the handsome man. "How about you?" she asked.

His expression stayed serious, and he looked into her eyes with confidence. "My mother is the president of Yamaha," he stated.