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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

a/n : sorry im not updating often, I've an exam coming up in less than a month and I'm stressing out bout it :(

   Soraru smiles nervously, falling silent completely. Mafu however, held Suzumu's gaze coldly, his posture stiff and controlled. "it had been long," Suzumu says, and Lon's eyebrows pulled down into a frown. She looked concerned, but Suzumu ignored her. Instead, he slid into the seat next to Soraru, and tapped their knuckles together. "how's life?" he asks casually, waving for Lon to take a seat as well. The blonde complied, muttering a soft sorry to Mafu as she took a seat next to him. "you have a tattoo?" Lon asks, her voice soft and cautious. Soraru glanced down at his arms, the sleeves were rolled up, exposing his bandaged wrists and tattooed skin. "yeah," he replies stiffly, lacing his fingers together. He avoided all eye contact with Suzumu, instead he stared down at the table, his complexion pale. "since when?" Suzumu's voice cuts through his reverie, and Soraru looked up in surprise. It had been long since they have spoken, and the first friendly words from him had Soraru's resolve melting like butter. Could anyone blame him, though? They had been friends for almost 15 years, and even if the relationship is toxic to a fault, Soraru couldn't stay angry at the other two for long. He was closer to Anku than Suzumu and Lon, but he still had a soft spot for the two friends. He caught Mafu's eyes then, as Suzumu was examining his tattooed arm, and saw that the blonde's eyes was filled with worry. He tapped mindlessly on the table, and Suzumu's eyes flitted to Lon's for a moment. "you guys are on a date?" he asks, his voice carefully, eyes twinkling with something Soraru couldn't put his finger on. "yeah. He will get back to you guys next time. Do you mind?" Mafu cuts in smoothly, obviously sensing that Soraru was going to deny just for the two to sit with them.

   "then, talk to you tomorrow? You will be attending classes, right?" Suzumu asks, his hand already reaching for Soraru's, but Mafu swooped in, placing his hand on Soraru's first. He smiled pleasantly at Suzumu, whom facial expression contorted into one of hate, before it returned to the usual smiling mask Suzumu usually wears. "sure," Soraru replies, forcing a small smile at Suzumu and Lon. They stood up then, taking their leave from the cafe.

"we are not on a date," Soraru says, his eyes wide as he followed the two's movements out the cafe. "yeah, but i wanted it to be," Mafu sighs in response, resting his head on his hand and smiling down at Soraru. The blonde thinks, that at that moment, Soraru looked rather ethereal, and maybe he is possessive, but he doesn't want anyone to see Soraru in such a state. The shorter male's eyes were wide and light-filled, his cheeks flushed pink and a beginning of a smile is curling the corners of his lips upwards. The light was dying through the window to hit Soraru's lithe and thin body, and Mafu thought that he looks like a fallen angel the most, at this point. His tattoo peeked through his rolled up sleeves, and Mafu sighs blissfully. "tell me what you're thinking, staring at me like that?" Soraru murmured, as his blush deepened. "I am thinking how lucky am I, to have someone as beautiful as you to have coffee with me in this pretty little cafe," Mafu replies steadily, as he smiled. He saw Soraru turn his face away, as if he was shy, and tightened his grip around Soraru's hand. But then Soraru turned, his blush gone, the beginnings of the smile disappearing, as he stared at Mafu. The blonde frowned, unsure of the whiplash he had just witnessed, but he cast the thoughts away when Soraru spoke, the shy tone hardening into that of a calculating tone.

"we have something to talk about, with Hashiyan," Soraru stated simply, as he watched Suzumu and Lon outside, sitting by the fountain and chatting.

a/n : y'all are in a real treat, everything will be revealed soon. I'm actually planning to finish this book up but something happened irl, and I feel like putting it in here.
in the next chapter, it will be very very confusing, ask me if there are things you guys don't understand, because even I think this book is getting out of control. It's just that this is me, the real me, and the me irl is always like this; whiplash with emotions, calculative, and all that, and I wanted to give y'all an insight.
-aru