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✔¦¦ a hitch ride to Italy

Chapter 12

Heaving out ragged breaths, a certain male Totsuki student with golden tresses brings an arm to wipe the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. The cyan-eyed teen mentally curses his luggage for wearing him out, quite irritated for dragging the heavy case towards his room, which was just conviniently located on the second floor. And, the scorching heat from the summer sun didn't alleviate his torture whatsoever.

The moment he reached his personal quarters, Takumi immediately dropped on his bed out of exhaustion, relishing in the warmth of the comfort of his home he had missed so much. Although he would have loved to stay in the relaxing position for a few more moments, the young blonde could feel the texture of his shirt sticking to his skin, mentally groaned at the unsettling feeling of being drenched in sweat as a twinge of repugnance bubbling from his insides.

Languidly, he sits up from the soft mattress before pushing his top over his head, ridding of the drenched piece of clothing. The sapphire-eyed boy would honestly much prefer going through the whole day without a shirt on due to the extreme heat, however, it left him rather uneasy to remain rather bare -- especially with the experience of being stalked by a certain raven-haired girl.

Upon lifting his weight up, the young chef ambled his way towards his traveling suit case, crouching down as he hoped to fish out a clean shirt to change into. The moment Takumi had unzipped the bags seal however, he finds himself staggering backwards due to a sudden force he least expected to come hit his head, the luggage shooting open to his utmost surprise.

"What the--"

With the bag practically bursting open, the few articles from inside scattered on the newly-mopped floor, revealing hazel hues. Her raven locks were sticking to mildly-tanned skin due to the drenching sweat as her white scarf flowed with the breeze that just did the its job to amp every scene for any main character.

"Pop goes the weasel!" Risuko sang with grinning features, staring down at her favorite half-Italian blonde with a wide beam decorating her cheeks. The latter was speechless, mouth hung agape as he stared at the barely sane female with great disbelief.

"Y-YOU?!" With an index finger shakily pointing at the petite female, he proceeded to exclaim. "Just how-- what?!"

"Never underestimate a stalker, Takumi-chan~" Risuko bragged, posing goofily as she stuck out her tounge. "Do you really think I can survive without seeing you at least once day?" She added, swaying her hips to create a dynamic with her words and movement.

"Have you ever considered getting your head checked?" Feeling the muscle if eyebrows twitching, the young chef brings a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose from an occurring headache. Well, we couldn't blame him; who wouldn't have a headache with such an obnoxious woman.

Twirling, the always carefree raven-head points a finger gun towards the male, winking as she made a gesture similar to shooting a bullet. "I would rather get my heart checked for how fast it has been beating for you."

"GO HOME!"

"Aw~ come o--" Her words were cut off abruptly, her breath hitching. Hazel eyes trailing at the biracial male's lean form, a malicious grin made its way upon her lips. "Ooh la la~"

As if to emphasize the delight of seeing Takumi's naked top, red liquid dripped down her nostrils before dropping cold on the floor, surprising the male. Barely catching the always odd girl, the panicked blonde fidgets out of uneasiness, in a loss on what to do with the raven-head in between his arms.

"Oi, Risuko!" He exclaims out of worry, his right hand tapping the aforementioned female's cheeks lightly. The ebony-haired girl remains half-concious, too dazed as she drooled whilst stuck in the middle of her daydreams. "I demand that you get up this instance, you woman!"