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𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 // 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱 - 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓪 𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰
"Tonight?"
Her chin rested on her palm, she looked down, thinking of her answer. She traced the rim of her cup with her finger a few times.
"I'm not doing anything," y/n shrugged, taking another sip of tea before saying, "I don't know why you're asking though, aren't you busy?"
I know she was referring to the girl from earlier, Aoi. I don't blame her. It was an awkward situation for her, I'm sure, considering Aoi came out of no where and tried to make y/n jealous. I was trapped in a corner. On one hand, I had every intention of meeting Aoi later tonight to make up for yesterday, but on the other hand, I'd much rather be with ...
"Oh Aoi? I agreed to meet her yesterday for coffee, but it's nothing like that. So I don't have to -"
"So this is where you take all your friends?" She had a slight smile as she took another sip of tea. Y/n knew what she was doing. She was shy, but she wasn't naive.
There is just something about her.
"You could say that, but that's not the case right now."
I saw a red flush wash over her face.
I was beginning to like how flustered y/n got so easily. I felt as though I could say anything and she would start to unravel. It was cute.
"I want you to come to one of my shows tonight. We could hang out after the show. I think it would be fun." I reached out my hand to touch hers again. She wasn't reciprocating ... again. Her hands stayed on her cup, even though she didn't have anything left to drink.
"Maybe I can stop by," she said quietly. Her eyes weren't meeting mine. They stared into her empty cup, probably wishing she had something to distract herself from turning red again. Her face was adorable when her cheeks were flushed.
"Well I want you there," I paused, "you don't have to if you don't want to, but I want you there."
I meant it, too. I wanted to keep spending my time with her. I wanted to see where it could go with y/n. Even though she seemed to keep to herself, I could tell she was independent, like she didn't need anyone else, and she was fine with that. I was used to girls clinging onto me, acting like they needed me. With y/n, I could feel myself wanting to need her.
She smiled and slowly started to let go of her cup. The opportunity came, and I took it. My fingers started to intertwine with hers. Hers almost lingering before holding mine.
Y/n leaned her cheek against her other hand. Her hair draped to one side, her lips slowly forming another smile.
