Hao's house was a simple house with a little garden and 1 bedroom. To be honest i was expecting something more luxurious from Hao but I think i maybe miss judged him.
"Well welcome to my house (y/n)." he said.
"Not what I expected but I am not disappointed." i said
"What did you expected a castle or what?" he asked jokingly.
"Something like that yes."
Hao then turned around and showed me to his room.
There was a plush fire spirit on the bed. I didn't know he had something like that well he is full of suprises.
"When do we start?" I asked
"Always the work first am I right?"
"That is what we are here for if I am right"
"But we can have some fun first~"
I gave him a death glare.
"Right the project..." he said a little bit scared.
Some hours later
We finished our work.
"Wanna watch a movie (y/n)?" Hao asked nicely.
"Isn't it a little bit too late for that? I need to go home."
"Come ooooooooooon" then he turned on the tv.
He patted on the bed next to him. I sat down. Do i have a choice? No. Do I want to go home? No. Wait what?! I confused myself again. Why does it happen when I am around him? Am I... in love with..... him...? No (y/n) don't be stupid.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Hao asked.
This snapped me back to reality.
"Can we watch (favourite movie)?" I asked a little but shy. I dont know what kind of film does he likes.
"Sounds okay to me"
After the movie No one's pov
After the movie ended (y/n) was asleep on Hao's shoulder. He smiled at the girl and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight (y/n)" he said in a caring voice.
He let (y/n) take the bed and he slept on the couch for the night.
In the morning (y/n)'s pov
It was the best sleep that i had in a while. I sat up and opened my eyes. That is strange i don't remember going home. I looked arourd. WHERE THE HELL AM I?!
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Modern! Hao Asakura x reader
Fanfiction(y/n) is a high school girl in her class there is the cold hearted play boy Hao. Most of the time they avoid each other not because they hate each other, they just don't understand each other. But things will change. What will happen to (y/n)? Will...
