A/N: It's a small project. Hahaha :D Review please and thank you!

It had been one of those gloomy days where Rima intended to go out with an old friend in the night life. Her friend had known about her identity, so he agreed to take her out at night.

"Don't forget to eat," she reminded him kindly, throwing a box of pocky sticks towards his direction and he caught it with a lazy stretch. Chocolate pocky sticks, his faint sapphire gaze read the label of the box; his favorite. He settled it down beside him, flicked his eyes at Rima then averted his eyes away from the golden orange hair.

He couldn't help noticing the beautiful attire that she had donned; a plain yet dainty black dress that showed the elegance of her figure. He was somewhat sad to see her leave him once again; more so, it's been going on for the entire week.

"Yeah, you can go on ahead. I'll be fine by myself," he replied flatly.

He always said that just to ensure his safety and well-being to Rima, but she knew that he was pretending to be careless. She pursed her lip. She took one last, hesitant glance at him then left the dormitory.

The chestnut head boy sighed, collapsing into the couch, he laid back and tucked his arms underneath his head, staring at the ceiling and waiting in silence. He was troubled that Rima and that guy she had been going out with were now officially dating. It tainted him. His heart would ache at the thought yet he denied every feeling bottled up inside him for they weren't sincere to him. They were just fluttering thoughts and something meaningless to him. "I don't feel that way about her," he mumbled.

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She returned home, spotting something with the corner of her eye--specks of red hair. She couldn't help but smile at the sight as she tiptoed over to him to grab a blanket and cover him, so that he wouldn't catch a cold.

He had looked so peacefully while sleeping. His chest was rising and lowering at a constant rate; his face held no expression except the fact that he was probably in deep-sleep. He looked like a young child again.

When she was about to walk to the bottom of the staircase, she heard him say something. "You're home. I'm glad."

It was strange to hear those words from his mouth since he had never spoken them. Maybe he's daydreaming, Rima blinked at him then shrugged as she made her way up to the bedroom.

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He woke up with a sheet of blanket on top of him. He picked up the sheet of blanket and sniffed it. Her delightful scent was infused with the blanket. It made him feel a little light-headed but he ignored the feeling. He just wanted to return to his bedroom where he could possibly stretch out his stiff neck and back.

He crawled off the couch and groggily lumbered up the steps with a dead expression on his face. He didn't know why he was so tired, but knowing himself he was always lethargic.

"Good Morning Shiki," a soft voice said and he nearly lost his footing up the steps as he looked up to see Rima who gave a light smile.

"G-good morning," he stuttered. He suddenly felt his heart pounding all over again. Why was this happening every time he saw her? It couldn't possibly be…he thought and vigorously dashed up the rest of the steps to lock himself in the room. He thought those feelings didn't exist in him, thinking back about what his father said about him. Puppets are nobodies.

He's probably not of them after all.