[COMPLETED]
(Book #1 of 'The Clever Series')
There couldn't be two people more different than each other, but there couldn't be two people more alike, as well.
Perceptive eyes that notice everything.
Battle of wits, with intense romance.
But what...
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Song: John Mayer 'New Light' (Dutchican Soul Smooth Operator Remix)
A/N: NGL guys, Atsumu is too cute in this! :3
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Atsumu stepped out from his unusually lukewarm shower, because he would always prefer steaming hot showers. But he had to save up his energy (and libido) for the events that would later unfold in the evening.
His towel hung low on his waist, and water still dripped onto his forehead, not sparing the dry floor of his bathroom too. He walked over to the sink, turned on his blow-drier and flipped his hair around to get rid of the dampness.
As much as he loved styling his hair and putting a great deal of thought into, today his line of thinking was going astray. Tonight's date was on the forefront of his thoughts and he couldn't wait to see Ren-chan. He grabbed the tiny jar of hair wax, and set his loose blonde mop in place. Spritzing the Armani code perfume on his pulse points and the nape of his neck, he was ready to get dressed.
Walking out to his room, he found a set of black shirt, black pants, black socks, black dress shoes and a black dress jacket that he had kept neatly around his bed. Leaving the top 3 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, and his jacket open, he walked over to the bedside table and put on his relatively brand new Rolex that he splurged from his first salary as a professional volleyball player.
The black beast of a car, that he had borrowed from Omi-kun a couple of days ago, sat outside his apartment, also ready for tonight. It was a shiny Maserati Ghibli, and every one passing by eyed the car in absolute awe.
Just like they watch me play...
He would definitely own one of these in the future, and would have purchased one if he hadn't made his other "investment." Grabbing the "gifts" from the counter that he had gotten her, he made his way out of his apartment.
The drive down to her place was nothing short of a sliding-on-butter kind of experience. The car and the roads were smooth, the breaks and the acceleration even better. He hoped that their evening would be just as smooth.
God forbid, if Ren-Chan refused to go along with his plans!
He dropped her a cheeky text as soon as he rolled into her street, out in front of her apartment. And when she walked out of her building, the breath from his lungs got knocked out.
She was a vision in black and red, and he felt his possessiveness over her increase exponentially the moment he spotted the heels that he gifted her.
"Ren-chan."
"Atsumu."
"Ready?"
"Ready," and shot him a tantalising as fuck smile.
He pulled out the car door for her, and she asked, "Let me guess, Kiyoomi-kun's?"
"That's right. Soon, I'll get one of these too," and he walked to his seat.
"That would be a wasteful purchase. Why not buy a good house?" She said, as she set her hairstyle, smoothening out any imaginary fly-ways.
You look nothing short of perfect, Ren-Chan...
"Hmm, a good house is a great idea," he said, while thinking about how well synced their ideas were.
"Wow, didn't expect you you to agree so quickly," she turned around in surprise.
What's there to be surprised about? I can make good financial plans...
He just shot her a smile, letting that line of conversation fade away, and they drove away into the sunset.
(A/N: Just kiddin, they didn't. The story isn't finished yet. :P ) -----------------------
They drove into the quiet suburbs of Osaka, and she saw him pull into the driveway of a house, that was only lit from the outside. None of the windows of the house seem to emitting any light.
Is anybody in there?
He said nothing while they got out of the car, and even though Ren was bursting with curiosity, Atsumu's hurried movements gave her an indication and soon all her questions will be answer. He walked up to the porch, fished out an access card, and opened the door of the house with a tap.
"Whose house is this, Atsumu?"
The large living room was well furnished, with dim and soft lighting around the house, and heavy drapes around covered the window which is probably why there was no indication of the place being well lit.
In the centre of the room was a little 4-seater table with place settings and candles burning.
When he didn't answer her question, she looked back at where he was standing previous and saw that he wasn't there anymore.
What.... where....
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A/N: The Last Official Chapter. The next of is the epilogue and I can't guarantee you can survive the unexpected...
Thank you so much for staying with me all this while. I hope you hang around just a little longer, because dessert in the form of an epilogue still remains to be served! <3
