Niji {Mahiro×Reader}

Chapter 16- Starting over

I woke up with an extremely sore headache. Turning to the side, I reach for my phone, to realise it wasn't there. On further notice, this wasn't my bed. Or my room.

I hurriedly stood up, panicked, only to be held up by that irritating, stinging headache.

"Careful. You really drunk a lot last night. "

Oh, how I dreaded this moment. I could hear a glass being placed down on the bedside table.

"Drink up, it should help. "

Groggily, my hand slid to the glass, downing it quickly. The headache subsided slightly, but felt like it was clearing off slowly. I rubbed my eyes, before looking up at Mahiro.

"What happened last night?"

He went through the details, and bit by bit it came back to me, making me cringe slightly at my own actions.

I glanced up at the clock. 1.30pm.

"I bought lunch, but weren't sure what you liked, so I got a bento from the conbini. "

After hastily eating lunch, I had planned on heading home, to realise I didn't even know how to get home from Mahiro's place. I didn't even know where I was, how was I to find my way?

Mahiro took advantage of it, seemingly. He offered to call a cab, under the condition I told him my address since he'd need it.

I wasn't in quite the right state to call a cab myself, and I wasn't going to ask him to bring me to somewhere familiar, that would've been out of my comfort zone at this point of time.

I had to.

I saw no loopholes. No escape routes.

.

His smirk was increasingly frustrating.

Dang it.

*time skip*

I stepped out of the cab, thanking the driver, then ran back into the small apartment space to grab my charging cable. My manager would've murdered me had he known what I was doing last night.

Oddly enough, there were hardly any messages. Silence from the manager, a few jokes in the musical cast and crew chat, reminder of rehearsals at night. And a few from Mahiro himself.

You seemed to have had a nightmare last night. You were just repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again. You alright?

I didn't have a nightmare last night. It was all a horrible memory. I didn't like it. I wasn't willing to tell him.

It was a childhood memory. In a simple sentence, I had been kicked out of my home because I couldn't progress in that talent development school.

*time skip, after rehearsals*

I swung out of the backstage, hungry and tired. Almost immediately after, I received a call from none other than Mahiro himself.

"Rehearsals over?"

"No, I'm talking to you over the phone as I practice my songs. "

"Enough with that, Ms Sarcastic. So, have you eaten?"

"No. "

"We can grab a bite together at the restaurant that just opened a short distance away. "

"Send me the address, I'll head over. "

So I made my way down to a restaurant, looking all fancy and posh, flower bunches displayed outside to celebrate it's grand opening.

Mahiro was already at the head of the queue, apparently having queued quite a long distance, or from an early time.