The rose-haired boy leaned into the palm of his hand, an amused expression washing over his face as she scribbled in her sketchbook. She was much too innocent for his tastes, that was for sure.
It'd been their fifth or sixth encounter since the initial trial date, and for anyone to consider it more than a way to pass time would be wrong, plain and simple. He used her to distract him from his workload. He was a busy man. Responsible for quite a few of his family's corporate branches. His quaint little encounters with the girl were an escape and nothing more.
She was aware of this fact. It'd been made clear around the second or third trial when one of his older love interests had interrupted their outing. Her reaction had been bothersome, needless to say, and she'd caught him in quite a few encounters with different females since then, but she refused to speak a word of it.
Yahiro smirked into his hand, curious as to see how long things would last before she left too. He hadn't particularly wanted to get with her, he wasn't responsible for her feelings. She'd simply piqued his interest a little.
Megumi abruptly looked up, mocha eyes so fierce they almost startled him.
"I'm not as powerful as the women around you, I have no interest in running a corporation and I can't influence men with my charm." She flipped the page.
"I'd started this in hopes of doing my part to help Akira in some way. I'd assumed that was why I refused to stop this, whatever it is we're doing, after I realized you were still sleeping with other women." Yahiro blinked.
"I thought it was because I was doing this out of obligation rather than desire that I wanted to keep it going. I thought it was something I considered meaningless." Megumi turned the page without missing a beat.
"I hadn't planned on truly falling for you. I didn't think I'd be excited to come meet you at this cafe, or that I'd feel the way I do when I see you with other women. I won't call it love, because I don't want to believe love can hurt so much." She cracked a faltering smile, her expression unable to read otherwise.
"I won't call it love but it's close." Megumi put down the sketch board, letting out a shaky sigh.
"I can get over you. I will get over you," she paused, "so we can end this game now."
Yahiro all but blinked before his rigid expression smoothed over with a half smirk.
"Well that's a shame, I was really starting to enjoy this little game too." He stood from his seat, gazing down at her.
"One question though," Megumi's bright eyes tore up to meet his gaze, "what if you can't get over me?"
"Your beloved man that is. What do you plan to do then?" Megumi stared long and hard into his eyes, pupils darting from left to right.
She flashed a smile, "guess I'll have no choice but to make a despicable guy like you fall in love with me too."
A blush immediately flushed her cheeks pink but her smile did not falter. Yahiro blinked once again, abruptly turning on his heel. There was nothing more to say, nothing more he could say.
He waltzed out the cafe doors, hands stuffed into his pockets.
"'Can't influence men with my charm' huh?" He muttered, words carrying into the wind.
A/N
First S.A story, ongoing, feedback appreciated. Y'all excited to see an all grown up Megumi? Then fave, review, follow, alert, etc. just show me some support if you think you'd enjoy this. :$
