WRONG AFTERLIFE, tbhk ✓

The Confession－

A/N: Did I mention that this is a hArEm? Oh wAit. i dIdN't.

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'Tomorrow 4pm at the confession tree'

That plain short and simple note won't stop meddling your mind therafter reading it yesterday.

Why? Because tomorrow is actually TODAY.

"What am I going to do?!" You asked particularly no one, face buried on your palms.

"I'M A TERRIBLE FRIEND, AM I?!"

A loud cry suddenly boomed, making you jump out of your skin.

Hand on chest over your heart racing wildly, you cock your head sideways to face the newcomer. There stood the beautiful pink boy with his polaroid camera.

Furiously pulling out the earbud from your ear, you glare daggers on him.

"YES PINK BASTARD! YOU'RE A TERRIBLE FRIEND ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE GOING TO DOUBLE KILL ME FROM CARDIAC ARREST!" You hollered, nearly blowing away the boy from his footing.

You meant that as a playful retort.

However, Mitsuba seemed to take that seriously. Close to a kicked puppy, he look so dejected, easily succumbing to loneliness.

"I-I'm sorry..." when his eyes turned glassy, your panic raised. "I just... I-I didn't..."

Flailing your arms frantically, you tried to explain. "W-wait! I'm just messing with you! P-please don't－"

"HAH!" His loud imprudent scoff cut in, a clothed hand pointed at you, smugly smirking over his triumph. "It works everytime! Can't resist my charms, I'm so cute aren't I?"

Stupid bright background made out of sparkles appear behind him as the conceited Mitsuba continue to gush about his 'cute' appearance.

You deadpanned, rolling your eyes up to the back of your head, completely fed up. "Cocky-pink. I should've known it's just another act."

He stopped on his incoherent self-appraisal and occupy the space on your left side. "And you fell for it!" he chuckled, settling down.

"But Y/N..." his voice tone down, outspoken conceitedness changing into a docile puppy.

"For real though, I really feel bad for not being there when you needed me." Mitsuba meekly professed, pulling his legs close to his chest.

Half-lidded, his expression shows an immense disappointment, not on you but merely directed to himself.

"If I just can throw a solid punch that can actually hurt humans, I would've beat those delinquents to pulp."

"Aww, Mitsuba." You pat his head, giggling. Him lowering his haughty demeanor is rare, and definitely the most adorable side of him.

"Stop saying such nonsense. Now, don't be so bummed and feel bad about it. You're not a bad friend, okay? Knowing that you care for me is enough."

"Hmm-hmm." He demurely nodded, pouting.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Oh?"

"You seemed restless lately before I came, what's bothering you?"

Upon mentioning the subject that were bothering you ever since, you let out a languid huff.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you sluggishly fish out from your pocket the piece of paper and hand it to the youthful male.