Hohoemu no Kawaii Akuma Episode 2 Part 1
Troubles of taking a Cold Villain to a Dinner Date
This fiction © Zaywrites
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Fine stared at the number on her phone screen. She breathed slowly, relishing last night's events.
"Fine, let's exchange numbers,"
"Huh?"
"To talk about the details of the dinner date, idiot!"
"I-I know! Don't yell at me!"
Growing impatient, Bright grabbed my phone and tapped his number.
"Careful! The screen might break!" I interjected as he furiously swiped his fingertips on the screen.
"Yeah, judging this phone's structure it might really. I think it's the cheapest out there," he chortled.
This despicable guy!
I seethed as he gave it back. I looked at his caller ID.
"Big boss?! Why is your contact name like this?!" I bickered.
"Because your contact name is this…" He derided and showed his phone. I read and it says 'Servant'.
"Y-you!" I spluttered. He laughed lightly.
"So, want to have lunch tomorrow?" He suddenly asked and looked away slightly.
I swallowed at the serious look in his eyes.
"Because…we're in this together now," he concluded, words dropping to soft mumbles. I was glad the darkness of the evening concealed my blush.
"Okay, I'll give you a message," I mumbled back.
"Good."
To cap the night off, Bright Yasuhiro asked me to have lunch with him, and I said yes.
Fine sighed, slowly running her fingertips on the screen. Rein crinkled her nose, stomping her feet towards the younger Kazehaya. Her eyes twitched as Fine sighed every now and then.
"Don't. Stare. At. It!" Rein snapped and snatched her twin's phone. Fine gasped.
"Rein?! What are you doing?!" Fine squeaked, extending her arms to grab her phone.
"If you miss him so much, give him a call! Mou, I got tired watching you look dreamily at his number!" Rein sassed and dialed Bright's number.
"There! Be grateful! Your sister just fixed your problem!" She tossed the phone back to Fine. The latter shrieked.
"R-Rein! Why did you dial—" Fine yelped as Bright answered the call.
'Oh no, he'll get mad!' Fine freaked out, praying for the ground to crack and just eat her alive.
"Fine, don't expect guys to do the first move all the time," Rein advised, oblivious of Fine's predicament.
"Fine?" Bright spoke on the other line. His voice was enough to make her jump off the couch, cheeks scorched with embarrassment.
Fine swallowed and fretfully brought the phone near her ear. "H-hello, Bright…good morning." she drawled.
"…good morning," He greeted softly.
Fine breathed a sigh. She can hear water rushing, hitting the tiled floor rapidly.
"Is it raining at your place?" She asked.
"No, I'm in the shower. Why?" he apathetically answered.
Fine's blush seared through her cheeks and for a minute, she felt like her face was on fire. She faked a cough and hummed, "N-nothing…"
"So, what is it? Go ahead, I'm listening," Bright urged, exhaling deeply. Fine heard the shower knob creak and the spattering of water stopped.
"Eh? Uh, I-I—" Fine shrieked and smacked her head for listening to his, uh, showering.
She suddenly heard him chuckle.
"Did I say something funny?" She asked. She can feel him smirk on the other side of the line.
"You just wanted to know what I'm doing right now, right?" He purred, snickering.
"Wha—no! Of course not!" Fine defended but her face was a giveaway. Her face went redder, if that's even possible.
Get a grip, Fine! Fine slapped her cheek.
Bright laughed, his mellifluous guffaw tickling her ears.
"Finished laughing?" Fine huffed, puffing her cheeks out in indignation.
"Yeah…yeah. Come over here, I need you," He demanded.
"What?" Fine blurted, slightly surprised.
"Let's go to school together, idiot." he wearily answered.
This guy is casually calling me idiot!
"I'll send you my address…" his voice returned less than a minute later.
"Okay," Fine dejectedly answered.
"…also bring an umbrella," he added, making her heart flutter.
Without another word, Bright ended the call.
D-did I hear it right? Bring an umbrella? Is he, perhaps, starting to tell me some sweet reminders?! Fine quickly scolded herself for jumping to conclusions.
"Oh, he's finally telling you some sweet reminders," Rein babbled.
Fine jumped back, stuttering, "W-we're you listening?!"
"The loud speaker is on, did you not notice?" Rein informed.
Fine collapsed on the couch and felt her soul leave her body. She loses her mind when Bright's involved.
The call finally dawns on her. He might think I'm pursuing him!
Fine narrowed her eyes to her twin. "Rein! Don't grab my phone to call him again!" She bellowed.
"S-sorry!" Rein cried and ran to the kitchen.
Fine felt her phone vibrate. She slid her thumb on the screen and read Bright's message. It's his address.
I-I'm going to a man's place. What should I do? She pondered, biting her fingernail.
"Act cutesy in front him," Rein suggests, winking.
Fine blushed. Did I say that aloud?
"Rein! Don't give me suggestions!" She yelled.
"S-sorry!" Rein exclaimed and ran to seek refuge in the kitchen…again.
Fine surveyed the neighborhood. His house is surprisingly near ours.
She took deep breaths before pressing the doorbell.
"The door's open, come in." Bright motioned on the other side.
"O-okay…" Fine responded and slowly pushed the door. She reluctantly stepped inside, her head lowered.
As her feet landed on the wooden floor, she heard the door slam behind her.
"Took you so long, servant." Bright speculated and gave her a soft pat on her head, purposefully ruining her hair.
Seriously, this guy is making it fast to my NO list!
The color drained on her face as she noticed his shirt is unbuttoned. He gently poked her in the forehead and playfully asked, "What are you imagining?"
"I-I am not imagining anything!" Fine shouted a little louder than she intends.
"Okay, okay, bear lady, you don't have to shout." He smiled broadly and brought his hand up to mess her hair again.
He buttoned his shirt and glanced over the living room.
"Ah, where did I put that damned neck tie?" He whined, slightly-full lips curved to a pout.
"Why don't you search with your eyes not with your mouth?" Fine advised, her piercing gaze fixated on him.
"…you're so cold," he commented, still pouting. It was clear that the man could be cold, even calculating. But now, his eyes and voice were strangely buoyant, nothing like his intimidating attitude the other day.
Fine's shoulders sagged in a sigh and helped him look over the room. She saw the crimson neck tie lying near his bag.
"It's there," she notified. He appeared to mull over her statement for a second before speaking again.
"Oh, didn't know you had a sharp eye. Well, of course you have. I'm hard to find, after all." He bragged.
Fine gaped and looked at him in disbelief.
What nerve-wracking attitude! This guy is just bragging about his looks!
"Thanks, servant. Job well done," Bright commended derisively. Fine scoffed.
"You make it sound like an insult, not a compliment!" she argued, chest heaving heavily as she controlled her anger.
"Do you want to hear a compliment?" Bright inquired, his wry smile returned.
"No…I—" Fine lost her voice as the bipolar guy inched closer.
She shook her head and made a quick note not to argue with a guy with split personalities.
Without warning, his arms extended to her and gathered her close to his chest. Fine looked up at him, confused.
"Thank you, Fine. I wouldn't have seen it without you," He whispered huskily in her ear. Fine was certain her face is as warm as a clay stove.
"Woah, she's really blushing. I didn't know you fall for that easily!" He laughed, clutching his stomach.
"I. Hate. You! Go to hell!" Fine snarled as she lost every shred of her willpower to calm down. Bright brushed the corner of his eye and tapped her lightly on the forehead.
"Anyway, we're going to be late. Go carry those," Bright instructed, pointing two bags filled to the brim with notebooks and worksheets.
"You see, I'm on class duty. You know how hard it is to be on duty, right? Don't worry, they're not that heavy," he added persuasively.
"Don't make it sound so easy!" Fine spat.
"Come on, don't be rude to your big boss," Bright urged and sauntered off.
"And why would I do it?" Fine dared, her fists on either side of her waist.
"Because you dragged me in your plan, you owe me a favor for saving you last night, and…oh, I'm paying for the expenses of our dinner date later. Just to remind you, Vermaugh is quite expensive," he tauntingly answered.
He has a point. Fine bit her lip in shame and mounted the bags on her slender arms. My arms are breaking!
Fine marched out of the house and roughly kicked the door closed. Bright turned and looked at her disapprovingly. She noticed the last three buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his toned, abdominal muscles.
"Are you…not buttoning your shirt?" she ranted, irritated at the occasional pale skin appearing as he moved.
Bright glanced at his shirt then at her. "I didn't know you wanted to keep this all to yourself. Don't worry I'll only show this to you," he teased and slowly buttoned his shirt, painfully slow.
"Shut up! I'm really going to kill you!" Fine retorted, grabbed his shirt and buttoned them.
"My, public display…young people these days," some passersby gushed.
"They really can't control themselves," they remarked.
Fine stiffened while Bright turned around to hide his reddening face.
A long silence dragged out between them as they walked.
"H-hey, did you bring an umbrella?" he stammered. He inwardly cursed himself for stammering. Fine nodded under his gaze.
"Open it then cover me." he commands. Fine jaw dropped. So, he asked me to bring an umbrella for him!?
"Hurry, first subject is at 8:00," he seethed. Fine frowned and held the umbrella. Her arms full of bags already and now she still has to hold the umbrella for him. She had trouble walking down the steep road.
"Move closer, you're not doing well," he complained. Fine fought back her tears.
Who is he? My boss?
Bright noticed her struggling with the bags. "I'll carry them," he offered.
Fine paused and looked at him, eyebrows knit in confusion.
"If you don't want to, that's better," Bright muttered and looked away slightly.
"No! Here you go," Fine exclaimed and gave him the bags. She could feel the tension between them gradually disappear.
Suddenly, Bright lands his feet on a puddle. His face immediately went grave. Fine managed to bite down a shocked squeak and a giggle.
"Oh, there are lots of puddles because of the rain," she chirped, stretching her arms like it was the best day of her life.
Bright dug his shoe out of the puddle. It was covered with mud. He cursed under his breath and turned to Fine. The latter shuddered.
"Oh, Fine, there's something on your shoe," he pointed out.
Before Fine could react, Bright, using brute force, grabbed her shoe and threw it away. Fine screamed as she watched her shoe reach who knows where.
"Wh-wh-why did you do that?!" she hollered.
Bright looked like he's enjoying the situation. "Oh, that looks like it reached kilometers, don't you think?" he teased.
"You…jerk!" Fine snapped, making her way towards the steep road.
"Careful, Fine. There are lots of puddles because of the rain," Bright cheered.
"Shut up!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"I'll wait here for you! Make sure you come back!" he shouted, his eyes a-glow with concern. Fine looked over her shoulder and shouted back, "What?!" She fell silent at the soft expression on his face. "You'll wait for me?" she asked.
"Well, who else will carry these bags for me?" he taunted, laughing his heart out.
This jerk! I swear I'll kill him before I go insane. Fine swore as she struggled to walk on the steep road.
After sprinting for about five minutes, they finally made it in school— just barely made it.
They stopped momentarily to catch their breaths. Bright slipped on his indoor school shoes (A/N: Uwabaki slippers in Japanese schools) on one hand, Fine is still on her knees, gasping for air.
"Where's your locker?" he asked.
"Huh?" Fine stared at him, wiping the sweat sliding on her chin.
"Where's your locker?" he repeated, scanning the labels on each cabinet.
"Third row, fifth column." She muttered between ragged breaths.
Bright quickly saw her locker and opened it to grab her shoes. What is he doing? Don't tell me he's going to throw them away!
"Yasuhiro, stop messing with—" She stopped midsentence as Bright bent on one knee and grabbed her feet.
"...h-hey, I can…do it," Fine felt her breath hitch as he gently removed her leather shoes and dusted off the dirt in her socks. She slipped her feet on her indoor shoes and fought back the blush, but failed miserably.
He's like a prince from some fairy tale—an evil prince.
Fine quickly glanced over the hallway. Good thing the students proceeded to their classes already.
She watched as Bright placed her leather shoes back on the locker.
"Thanks, Fine. See you later." He said before walking away, bags at hand.
"Th-thank you!" Fine thanked and hoped it reached him.
Fine couldn't focus in her class at all. He drives me insane in ways that no one else ever could! I can't tell when he's being kind or when he's playing around. He makes me feel upside down…
She suddenly felt a notebook lightly tap her head. "It's upside down, Kazehaya." her teacher scolded.
Fine stared at her book and it's upside down. This is the fastest change that ever happened in her life. Two days and her life is already out of order.
"Continue reading chapters 7 to 11. It's covered in your exam," their teacher announced but none of it registered to Fine.
"Fine, Yasuhiro-kun said you'll have lunch together," Mirlo, her classmate, whispered whilst tapping her shoulder.
Fine was startled and dropped her papers on the floor. "Are you all right, Kazehaya-san?" Mirlo asked, helping her. "I'm okay, sorry Mirlo," she answered, craning her neck to check Bright.
"My, is that Yasuhiro-kun? Oh, he's so beautiful," her classmates swooned.
"That face should be illegal," they gushed.
Fine sighed and walked towards him. Her classmate, Mirlo Oikawa, walked behind her.
"Thank you, Oikawa-san." Bright thanked with a warm smile. The girl blushed in return.
What commendable talent to hide his inner demons. Fine noted.
"About time you show up, idiot," he murmured angrily.
"Don't call me 'idiot', sadist!" Fine bit back.
"I've been calling you here for the past two minutes," he complained, voice low and gravely.
"Tch. You just waited for two minutes. It's no big deal," muttered Fine as she avoided his piercing stare.
He moved closer to her ear and rasped, "I don't want people making me wait, especially you, servant." Fine shivered.
"Stop calling me servant." She retorted and aimed to hit his arm but Bright caught her fist.
"Let's go, servant. Eat with your master." says Bright as he grabbed her hand. Fine wanted to pull her hand out of his grasp but it seems like he's not planning to let go any time soon.
"So, did you talk to Rein already?" Bright asked as he occupied a seat opposite Fine.
"Huh?" she slowly lifted her head and swallowed.
"About the dinner date. Don't tell me you forgot,"
Fine choked on her meal.
"Bingo." he deadpanned.
"How about you? Did you talk to Shade?" she asked.
"Of course. We're not all klutzes here." Bright scoffed. Fine felt lightning struck her.
"What did he say?"
"He's mad, of course. You're like a little sister to him, after all. On the brighter side, he agreed because he wanted to look after you," Bright explained and looked sideways.
Fine sighed. "I think Rein will come automatically. She loves me more than she loves herself." she breathed.
"If that's—" Bright was interrupted as an anonymous first year stepped in their conversation, offering her lunch.
"Yasuhiro-sempai, I-I made it this morning. If it's okay…p-please take it!" a trembling, female student suddenly approached their table.
Bright stared at the girl then at the bentou. The girl had a hopeful look on her face.
He really has admirers. Well, that's expected. Fine grunted.
"Hey, Kazehaya, lend me your chopsticks."
Before Fine could react, Bright snatched her chopsticks and dug into the bentou.
"This tempura tastes great…" he complimented and gave a bland smile.
The girl's eyes lit up and grabbed the opportunity to introduce herself. "I-I'm F-Furukawa—!"
Before the girl could finish, three female students approached their able, judging their faces, they looked like first year students.
"S-sempai, please take these fruit tarts! They're from Kyoto," one of the girls stuttered, presenting a box filled with tarts of various flavors. Fine drooled at the native delicacies.
"Oh, Kyoto is a pretty far place. Is it okay?" Bright flashed one of his fake yet still charming smiles.
"Of course, sempai!"
The girls restrained a squeal as Bright bit the tart with half-lidded eyes. Fine inwardly hoped he could spare her some.
Before Fine knew it, their table was surrounded by female students from freshmen to senior year.
"Yasuhiro-kun, my mom made this vegetable salad!"
"Bright-sempai, gratin croquettes!"
"Bright-sama! we bought these rice cakes from Osaka!"
Fine rolled her eyes at the helpless girls. If they only knew his true colors.
"Could use more work," Bright gave blatant comments at every dish presented to him.
Fine sighed and quietly ate her lunch. He's so thoughtless.
"Fine, what do you think of this?" he suddenly interrupts her thoughts as he feeds her with…
Waffle?! Fine panicked as she felt stares with various levels of rigidness buried on her.
"It's okay…" she uttered vaguely. Damn, what kind of comment is that?! She silently expected a slap to hit her face.
"You heard her. Let me share to you that this girl is a food expert." Bright started, the girls nodded at every word.
"Because, you know…she likes to eat a lot, and by a lot, I mean every edible thing. How admirable, right?" he teased.
Fine froze in her seat. Her self-esteem is gone as it was robbed by the sadist prince.
I-I'll definitely murder this guy! Brutally!
Soon, the girls disappeared and in their wake lay discarded empty bottles and food wrappings.
Fine glared at the colored wrappings.
"Hey, did you make that?" Bright asked, dropping her senses back to earth.
"I-It's not as good as Rein's. Don't—" she desperately moved her packed lunch out of sight but Bright already had his finger on an egg roll.
H-he will tease me to death!
Bright began chewing and felt an eggshell between bites. Fine trembled violently as he encountered another eggshell.
"Needs improvement." he commented.
"I know," Fine sighed, wrapping her packed lunch. But, at least his comment was far from brutal unlike what she was expecting.
"See you later, Fine." Bright said as he vacated his seat.
"Also, keep an eye on your phone." he added before leaving the dining hall.
And Fine did what he asked. Literally.
Literally looked at her phone the entire afternoon. Three hours of checking her phone nonstop made her eyes weary.
"Fine, hey Fine…"
"Huh?" Fine whimpered, groggily lifting her head from her desk.
"You're phone's vibrating." Mirlo replied.
Fine stared at her phone and…Five missed calls, 32 unread messages?! A faint gasp escaped her lips as she frantically looked at the clock. 5:45?!
She dialed his number and reluctantly spoke, "H-hello, Bright—"
"Where. Are. You?" he seethed. A murderous aura emanates from the other side of the line.
"My class just finished—" She reasoned but was immediately cut off by Bright.
"I'm certain that you're aware that you're bad at lying," he hissed.
"O-okay. What is it?" She nervously asked, accepting defeat.
"Come to my classroom, now." he commanded and without another word, ended the call.
Fine fretfully headed to his classroom. As soon as her feet landed inside, the door closed with a slam.
"Clean the room. You see, I'm on class duty today." instructed Bright in his usual commanding tone.
"You already mentioned that this morning!" she protested.
"Then, that makes it easy." he deadpanned, grabbing her shoulders from behind and gently pushed her in front of the utility cabinet.
"Are you shoving your obligation on me?!" she hollered.
"Obviously." he smirked, opening the cabinet and gave her the mop.
"I'm not answering your calls anymore!" she screeched.
"Says the girl who called me this morning," he mumbled as he took a seat in the farthest corner of the classroom and plugged his earphones.
"Hey, jerk! I'm not doing anything for you!" she retaliated, wanting to snap the mop into pieces.
Bright squeezed his eyes shut and removed his earphones. "What did you say?" He warned.
Fine shuddered.
A few minutes later…
"Why am I doing this? I'm so stupid…" Fine sobbed as she wiped the windows. She spared a glance at Bright, seated comfortably on his chair. His eyes closed, his mouth softly forming the lyrics of the song he's listening to.
That guy…h-he has no heart. Mou, I should come up with better insults. Fine sniffed and cried louder. Why does he have to look so cool by just seating there? It's so unfair...
She pulled the curtains and felt the chair move sideways. No, no, no!
"Ahhhhh!" Fine screamed but Bright rescued her.
She breathed a sigh of relief but soon realized where he's holding. Her face burned as she looked at his hand.
"Wh-wh-where do you think you're holding?!" Fine shrieked, her face beet red.
Bright avoided her eyes, still firmly holding her butt.
"Instead of shouting and fidgeting, will you just stand straight so I can let go of you now?" he gruffly said.
Fine complied and stood straight. Bright withdrew his hand and returned to his seat.
She stared blankly at the window and slowly, looked up at him until their eyes met. Her hands unconsciously held her butt. Tears sprang in her eyes.
I-I can't believe it. I was touched by that jerk!
"I just saved your butt there. Why glare at me?" Bright grumbled.
He has a point. But he did not intend to do it literally. Fine wanted to shout but as she saw the strangely wistful expression on his face, her mind had gone haywire.
"I'm going to get us drinks." he suddenly said.
I think he felt awkward too. Fine supposed, pressing her palms on her warm cheeks.
Bright was about to leave the classroom when…
"Hey, are you there Yasuhiro-kun? I need some help in the office," his teacher called.
"Crap." His face drained all its blood. He took a step back and swiftly opened the utility cabinet.
"Fine…Fine…let's hide," he whispered, grabbing her wrist.
"Huh?" Before Fine could recover from the butt-touching incident, she's pulled inside the cabinet with the same jerk.
Wh-what's happening?!
"L-let go…" She demanded but Bright signaled her to keep quiet.
"I'm sorry but let's stay like this for a little longer, Fine," he whispered, his breath brushing on her neck.
Fine quietly nodded and looked at his troubled face. His hand protecting her head, the other supporting his weight.
"Eh, there's no one here," the teacher muttered in disappointment and headed outside.
Bright exhaled deeply and stepped out of the utility cabinet, leaving a blushing Fine inside.
"Hey, snap out of it." he urged, snapping his fingers in front of her red face.
Fine got ahold of a chalk board eraser and threw it at him, screeching, "Don't drag me in your childish antics!"
Bright barely dodged it. The eraser grazing his arm.
He lifted his head and gave her a lethal stare. He dusted off the chalk dusts in his sleeve, grabbed the chalk board eraser, proceeded to the black board and filled it with chalk dust.
"Come here…you idiot," he snarled.
Fine ran for her dear life.
A/N: I'll be answering the reviews in my Note. Thank you and I love you, guys. I pray for a blissful 2017 to all of us.
All the love,
Zaywrites