How We Met (Taiyou Kobayashi x reader)

Chapter Three: Closet Butterflies

(Y/N) POV:

Taiyou couldn't be left alone for more than two minutes before he made a mess or did something reckless.

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Taiyou stopped next to me with a smile, "Get in."

"Hell no."

"Why not?" He whined.

"You have wrecked Go-karts, you expect me to get in a real car where you're driving. I think not." I crossed my arms and eyed the black sports car.

"I've had my precious car since I was able to drive, so like two years. I haven't wrecked it....yet."

"Taiyou!"

"I'm kidding!" he laughed, "Please get in."

"You're a twenty year old with a car in one piece, as it should be. You want a cookie?"

"Cookies sound good actually." Taiyou slid across the hood of his car and got in the driver's seat. "Let's go!"

I sighed and reluctantly got in the car. "I'm going to haunt you from the other side if I die in this ride."

"Sounds like a plan!"

Taiyou revved the car up, throwing on sunglasses. With a scheming smile ahead, he carefully pulled out of the parking spot. Without warning, he sped up just below the limit, almost giving me whiplash.

"Slow down!" I called.

The car halted to a stop and Taiyou flashed a sheepish smile, "Whoopsie."

Staring straight into his eyes, I unbuckled the seatbelt. "I'm getting out-"

"No don't! I'll slow down."

I skeptically eyed him before buckling back up. Taiyou let out a sigh of relief and started the car back up. The car gradually sped up yet didn't speed up to what it was before.

It didn't take long before Taiyou stopped in front of a small shop. He got out and told me to wait in the car. Within minutes, he came back out with a paper bag in hand and sat in the driver's seat once again.

Taiyou held the bag out to me, "Hold this and don't look inside, protect it with your life."

"What's in-"

He gave me a serious look, "With. Your. Life."

I swallowed hard and nodded. I fought back the urge to even peek inside while Taiyou drove. Only when we got to the Go-kart track was I able to look inside. Taiyou paid for a few hours and sat across from me at a table.

"Pass me the sacred bag."

I slid the bag over eager to see inside, "It's just a brown paper bag."

"How dare you? It contains the sacred snacks."

"Sacred sna-" The sight of what came out of the bag stopped me mid word.