~Remember Us: Hidden Secrets (5)~
[Shun's P.O.V]
Black windows—the moon bright in the sky and the faint patter of children's feet echo my senses as I look up to the old school building.
"Matuso-kun," I look over to the brunette beside me; she seems confused and slightly frightened for my choice of destination. "Where are we?" her voice is soft like a whisper while she looks through the black gate.
Holding my breath I look over the broken and beaten school sign—letters are worn and missing. I never imagined the tiny school to shut down and the funding's to vanish once I graduated. It's disappointing since I always wished for my sister's to start their school years here.
"Well…" I lock eyes with Onodera and grin, "I thought I'd spend the night showing you my world."
I'm nervous. This is the first, ever, that I've opened up to someone and shown them everything that's important to my life. But, for some reason, Onodera seems to give me that little push like I should show her my true-colors… even if she doesn't have those feelings in return.
"Your world," her brown eyes look over the abandoned school with tenderness "… it seems so distant before."
My orbs flicker to her hand, it looks soft and tender—somewhat like a feather from a bird. I bite my lip and gather my courage; swiftly I take her hand in mine—they feel just as I dreamt: soft and fragile like feathers, they sooth my rough-textured palms. "I decided," I whisper; noticing the blush on her cheeks as her orbs direct towards me, "to let you touch my world."
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We walk hand-in-hand through the school. Onodera looks around in curiosity—it's adorable—she reminds me of a lost puppy or kitten searching for their parents.
I haven't told her about my history in this building—to be honest, I don't know how to begin. My past here was great, it was before everything became a mess and dad went overseas. It was simpler times… when I could be a kid again and the adult-world didn't try to gobble me up like a starved monster.
I should just be frank, so I don't panic and ran away from telling her—I mean, Onodera seems to be an understanding girl. Then again… what if she runs away because of what I say?
My thoughts end as her hand squeezes mine—she must've noticed—it's just like her.
"My dad used to drop me off here," I begin; her eyes snap towards me and I turn towards a classroom marked: 'AP-1'. "He and my mom have talent for music," I smirk as the sight of a piano. "You saw the picture of my dad in the shoe-way right?"
Onodera blushes and looks away slightly, "y-yeah," she admits. "I never expected such from your father."
Despite his rigid and timid behavior, goofy and harmless aura, my dad was packed with surprises. There's probably many sides of him I haven't seen, which is frightening but exciting at the same time.
But, then again, I've been told I'm like my father in many aspects—"full of surprises".
[Onodera's P.O.V]
My eyes flutter shut as his fingers dance against the piano—it's such a classical piece but it match him perfectly. I can feel his happiness within the light and powerful notes; sadness once the deepest keys are touched and the flood of memories playing in my mind.
The dark and abandon walls seem to come to life with brightly colored paints. An echoing flame of children's feet pattering against the dust-covered tile. I can hear him—his bright, innocent, giggly laughter while scurrying down the hallway.
Matuso-kun would've been adorable—chubby cheeks, big and bright beautiful eyes that spoke all his emotions, tiny hands which could find within the fit perfectly in the palm of your hands. I can image his hair growing freely but never passing his shoulders, and, a distinct childish smile that reflected his joy for the world. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could change this boy—or so it seems. So, the mask shows.
As he runs to the bench and looks over the keys everything changes. His smile dims' and eyes becomes driven with emotion—like he knew of sins and the devils touch.
He plays the sorrow that no one knew through the different notes and music-sheets; it's like he's painting the truth, one finger at a time.
The image of Matuso-kun (younger) moving along the piano and his teacher listening in the distance is vivid until the very end when he hits the last off-key note, and the room fills with silence while his 'world' shatters back into reality.
Hearing the floor squeak from the bench, I snap my gaze onto the blonde. He looks lost, like he misses the world he creates with music. "W-What was the name of that piece?" I whisper; he sits down next to me and stares up the roof.
"Memories," he sighs; I fill his long finger-tips brush mine. "Composed by Derek and Brandon Fiechter," I've never heard of them, but then again, I've barely take the time to listen to classical music even though I love to listen to it.
Taking his hand in mine I lift his fingers to my eyes; they're covered in callouses for work, stained with the effortless coffee he makes for his customers, dusty and rough from the piano-keys. Delicate is the only word which comes to mind when I look at his hands; even time I hold them they seem to change, it's a different story every time I have the opportunity to feel them within mine. They're delicate, not because they remind me of glass or something "un-manly", but because they're always different and mold to his worlds commands.
I want to remember these hands.
My lips grace the pads gently, my long lashes sweep across his callouses and his body tenses for the sudden gesture.
"K-Kosaki-san," he stutters; placing his hand on my cheek I look into his blue-orbs with a gentle smile.
"Arigatou (Thank you)" I say, he raises a brow in confusion. "Watashi ni anata no sekai o hiraku tame (for opening your world to me)."
A light blush covers his cheeks as he looks over the blankets; I can feel his hand loop a strain of hair behind my hair, he's done this multiple time beforehand. "You're the first to accept it; I'm glad."
I tense slightly for his statement—first to accept? That means he's shown other's—there's been other girls? What?
"I'm not some playboy," he makes my thoughts silence.
[Shun's P.O.V]
I can tell by the way her eyes flickered with sadness and anger for a split second that she was overthinking what I had said. "I'm not some playboy," the name feels like bile in my throat—I hate playboys', with a burning passion. "The first person I tried to show this side to, was Shinji," I narrow my eyes for the memories.
When I told him about my love for music, writing and the things I've been through he didn't know how to handle it. He bluntly ignored the gesture and said some witty-mark like: 'you're such a girl'. I shouldn't judge him about it though, we were still in elementary school and he (had yet) to see the world at its' finest. He was naïve.
"You're the first girl I've shown," I look her in the eye to prove that I'm being honest. "Hopefully…" I swallow my pride and place my thumb on her chin, forcing her to look deep into my eyes and see the emotions reflecting within them. "…you're the last."
Her eyes shine within the moonlight and the candles distant flame; they're nearly like a deep-shade of amber—it's something to marvel over. I'm breath-taken but in pain… all at the same time.
Huh…I've truly fallen in love with her. I must be pretty pathetic, right?
"Don't," feeling her head rest against my chest I look down in surprise. "Don't do that, Matuso-kun…" her breath heats my shirt and gradually I wrap my arms around her; she's so tiny in my arms… it's almost like I could break her.
"I don't understand what you're talking about…" I whisper into her sweetly scented locks. 'Hide it, hide the pain….'my mind taunts like a demon; I know I can't show her the weakness in my heart.
Kosaki Onodera cannot know that she is my weakness.
Her voice is silence within the abandoned walls of the music-school.
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After an hour of holding her in my arms, giving her signals and whatnot, we left the abandoned school. We could've stayed there for hours on end talking about pointless things—maybe she would've fallen asleep in my arms—no, probably not, that's just a mere dream to me.
Maybe I'm just being selfish with these thoughts—or, just maybe, she too, is a victim of her own silent selfishness.
As we walk through the busy sidewalks of Tokyo we talk about pointless things and joke about nonsense. I couldn't take my eyes off of her wondrous smile and the way she glows in the city-lights—it's like the moon when it's at its' fullest form. Her laugh is like sirens singing throughout the night, and I'm the poor sailor whose being trances to the depths of my death.
Within the square of the city my eyes stare at the photo-booth; the last time I had taken a photo was in my elementary-years with some of my friends, one's I no longer speak too.
Without warning I grasp her wrist and pull her swiftly into the photo-booth. She squeaks in shock as we stumble into the empty bench and her body presses against mine. I don't hesitate to slide two yen into the machine and hear the cheerful voice charm through the air.
"Matuso-kun…" Onodera perks; I glance over to her and pull her long bangs behind her ear to see her full-face. "W-Why?" she stutters for the action.
"I wanted to capture the angel in front of me," my smooth words whisper as I press my forehead against hers'. The booth flashes as her eyes widen and cheeks become kissed with a gentle blush.
I'm selfish—I don't know how long this night will last, but I want to remember this moment: her smile, laugh, aura and how we managed to seem like a couple. At least I'll have the pictures so I can remember how I felt in this exact moment. Cause', I know, once the sun-rises and we welcome tomorrow her heart will belong to Ichijo Raku and I'll just be on the back-burner once more.
"Final pose," we look over to the screen to see the instructions for the pose. I blush softly for the sight: the female's arms wrapped around the males shoulders and her lips pressed against his cheek.
There's no way in hell Onodera would do this. Firstly, her shyness would stop her and… I doubt she's that comfortable with me.
"K-Kosaki-san—" I try; she wraps her arms around my upper-body, chest pressing against my biceps as she leans forward and places her feather-like lips against my cheek. I could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest as the camera flashes and the booth sounds the end of the session.
Pulling back from the kiss, I look at her in shock and place my hand on the warm spot where her lips once rested. "Kosaki—, "she shakes softly.
"M-Matuso-kun," my surname dances on her lips as she blushes with her hands tightly placed in her lap. "C-C-Can I call you by your given… given name?" she stutters.
Slowly my hand drops from my cheek, I place my large palm on her tiny one and intertwine my fingers with hers—it felt right. "Shun," she perks for name and stares up with large puppy-like orbs. "You can call me Shun."
Onodera slowly nods before tightening her hold on my fingers. "S-Shun"—my names never sounded so perfect.
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[Onodera's P.O.V]
The cities nostalgic today. No matter how many times I've walked through the busy sidewalks and avoided the crowd, it all seems new when I'm with Matu—Shun.
My hand is warm within his—its' unexplainable.
His carved callouses on my soft skin is heavenly, long masculine fingers tangled within mine, warm and calming just like his demeanor. "I finally understand what Kirisaki-san and Ichijo-kun meant about finding your missing puzzle piece," I tense for my thoughts and glance down to our clasp hands.
I fit perfectly with Shun… he's my prince.
As we round the corner to the large fountains the sweet sound of music enters the air. I blink rapidly and look over the cobble-stone sidewalk. The fountain and trees' are covered in sparkling lights; the water spitting from the fountain looks like champagne as a guitarist play's their song within the couples around the area.
"E-Eh?!" I exclaim when I'm spun around; resting his hand on my waist and pulling me closer I look up at Shun to see a devilish but tender look in his eyes. Why must he make my heart beat like this? "I can't dance," I say and he shakes his head.
"Just trust me," Shun smoothly instructs—trust? Huh… he won such a thing since we first met. I've never not trusted Shun—it came naturally.
At first our dance is clumsy since I constantly stare down at my feet trying to avoid stepping on his, but he snickers charmingly and presses his lips against my forehead. Such an action forces me to look up from the ground and instantly his eyes drag me into a daze—I no longer worry about my feet and find myself floating with him.
I don't understand this feeling; the way he magically fits me and courses my mind. Love never seemed so funny in the movies—it was always straightforward like an arrow.
Like right now, with my body pressed against his, the champagne colored water, soft toned guitar and cobble-stone walk-way, this would be the scene where the two lovers kiss passionately. They wouldn't say a word during the dance, not even a simple laughter until the end of their waltz. But, for some reason, I'm laughing with him—smiling for when my inexperience feet step on his and his tensing body.
I'm happy.
"I keep stepping on your feet," I snicker once he tenses again.
"Don't worry about it," he tries but snarls once I step on them once more. "Okay, that one was definitely on purpose."
I snort back a giggle for my devilish actions; I try to turn away from him to compose myself but smoothly, just like his words, he brings me into his arms. My giggling ends once my tippy-toes are against the stones, his strong arms are wrapped around my torso and he lifts me effortlessly. He spins softly and places down once more.
The image within my head doesn't waver—seeing him with a gentle smile, tender look in his blue eyes and the light of the park glowing on his features. It's like seeing the sun in the early morning.
"Step on my toes all you want," he leads me into the dance again, "as long as I get to hold you, it's all worth it in the end."
I blush for his statement and nod—I guess this is my own romance novel.
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I look up to the elementary school where he went to school. We can't get inside since there's security cameras', but I don't have to walk the halls—I can picture him.
"Onodera," I perk; the sound of ruffling leafs and grunting can be heard from above. I look up and stamper back for the sight of Shun in a large tree that stands over the gate. "Take my hand," his large hand reaches out for mine.
"Shun, we'll get in trouble," I whisper in nervousness.
He gives me a boyish grin, like it's nothing to him. "Don't worry, in my world, trouble is the least of our problems," with such a weak argument I take his hand and he pulls me onto the branch.
Shun ruffles my hair playfully before leaping over the gate and onto the school-grounds. I look through the break within the leaves and see him look over the yard for a guard.
"Shun," I hiss from the branch.
"Shun!"—he ignores.
"Shun!" I howl, but nothing.
Crack! I squeal as the branch breaks in two, setting me over the gate and into the school-yard.
Expecting the hard ground I tense and wait for the impact, but instead, I feel two familiar arms and a tired sigh. My orbs snap open to meet the peaceful face of Shun; his arms hold me like a bride as leafs fall through the nightly air.
"Careful," he simply says, "I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt."
My heart flutters for such princely words as he places me down on the ground and my eyes focus on the large elementary-school in front of us. "Do you have a lot of memories here?"
"I guess you can say that," he says while rubbing the back of his neck; his eyes dim as he looks down to the ground and sighs. "Actually, right here, was the first place someone confessed their 'love' for me."
I scurry from the spot and notice his sad-eyes. "What was she like?" I whisper unconsciously.
Shun closes his eyes—it almost like he can see his elementary-self in the exact spot. "Her name was Tsumi Yu," Shun steps back. "I felt bad when I rejected her, but, I couldn't let her string along like some guys."
"What happened after that?" I press.
He looks over to me with a smirk. "I kissed her."
"W-Why?" I stutter; my heart hurts for the news. I never thought Shun would do something like that—
"She was being bullied by some students in the other class. They forced her to confess to me and were going to laugh in her face when I said: 'no'," he looks off into the distance and shakes his head in disapproval. "So, I kissed her so their plans would be stopped and I walked Yu to the front-gates before confronting the other students."
His first kiss was used to stop bullies—that's slightly shameful. I'm jealous of this Yu-girl—I wish it were me—what? What the heck am I thinking?!
"Sounds like you did a very heroic thing," I bit my lip.
He shrugs, "I gave her greeting-kiss, so it was nothing."
A greeting kiss? "It was on the lips right?" he nods "So, that was your first kiss!"
"Yeah, but it wasn't a big deal," he calls out while walking towards the school. "I mean, I've kissed many girls like that, but it didn't mean anything to me or them. I always tell them what the meaning of the kiss means, so it's mutually understood before it happens."
Why do I feel like it's still wrong though?
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[Shun's P.O.V]
Walking through the school I tell her about the different events which happened throughout my early-years, but I can tell that something is wrong. From time-to-time she looks away with a sad look; it's been like that since I told her about Tsumi Yu and my kissing history. I knew I shouldn't have told her that but it's too late to change anything.
As we comes to the elementary pictures of graduated classes I point myself out.
"F-First of your class?!" she gasp in surprise.
"I know right," I sigh; looking at my maturing face, short and neatly cut hair (due to a haircut) and a bright smile is how the picture echoes in my mind. "I started working that year."
"Working? You were only in your early teens," Onodera snaps; I nod quickly.
"That year my dad went overseas and the twins were born," I admit; I can still remember my dad nearly breaking down when he held my sisters and then had to leave the country for work. "I noticed that my mom's health was starting to deteriorate, dad had to come back from work to tend to my sisters' but he was still getting money from his job in America, but, it wasn't enough for everything."
"So you started work," I nod for her assumption.
"I worked at a café a block away from the school. I gave my parents the money so it wouldn't be so hard on them," I can remember my mother and father's faces when I handed them my first pay-check. They nearly fainted for the idea of their son working to support them, but somehow they took the offer and swallowed their pride. "My grades weren't affected at first, but after a while and taking several shifts I started to drop in the rankings."
"When was this?" Onodera charms.
"When I started high-school," I sigh and lean away from the picture. "I actually gave the opening speech for my year—"
"No way! Ichijo-kun did!" she's quick to shoot but I raise a brow.
"I'm older than you guys remember?" I chuckle. "I turn 20 in a few months."
"What?!" Onodera shouts. "You're 19?"
I nod and pull out my I.D. "Here, look for yourself."
Her eyes shine for the plastic-card—a lot of people had the same reaction since I was the only one in the school that could get into clubs, buy alcohol, cigarettes and whatever else a I.D allowed. It just meant that I'm a little behind the rest of my peers.
"Why haven't you dropped out?" Onodera questions.
"I've thought about it," I admit while heading to the back doors and into the school-yard. "But, my parents would be disappoint and I wouldn't be a good role-model in my sisters' eyes. Also, I really want to go to college for literacy and English."
Suddenly she takes my hand in hers. Her eyes glow in the moon-lite hallway and she smiles. "I believe in you, Shun."
I feel my heart skip-a-beat.
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[Onodera's P.O.V]
I settle into the old seat of the car and look out the window to the passing lights. After roaming the hallways of the elementary-school, Shun and I escaped through a gap in the fence which was thrilling. I've felt so alive and rebellious—I suppose that's what happens when I step out of the "good-girl" image that I'm used to. Does everyone know this feeling?
Glancing over to the male next to me I bite my bottom lip; his face looks serious as he drives down the high-way in the used vehicle, one his family owns and uses once in a while.
To my surprise, he had parked the car within a few blocks of the elementary-school behind his first work-place. An old café that was owned by a wrinkled couple who retired a few years ago and passed the business onto their daughter. According to the F-5 student, he quit a year or so back to work at the coffee-shop near the high-school so he could get an extra hour and a little more pay. I respect him for such a decision but it must've been hard for him to leave the café that held all his first experiences within the working field.
To be honest, there's still a slight bitter-taste in my mouth for the discussion we had in the school-yard. I can't get the image of Shun kissing several girls with an emotionless expression he tends to hold. He says they meant nothing to him and the girls, but there must have been a reasoning to them. I mean, any girl would want to be kissed by someone so handsome and gentle—it's like Ichijo-kun; he's always being harassed by girls. It used to get Kirisaki-san angry and jealous which was frightening, but it showed her love she holds for him.
"Ten questions," I blink for his sudden voice and look over with a confused expression. "I'll let you ask ten questions that I probably wouldn't answer otherwise."
I tense for his suggestion and shake my head. "No its' fi—"
"I want you to," he interrupts.
Looking out to the highway I try to think of something to ask but nothing comes to mind, which is unsettling since I had plenty of questions before. "I don't know what to ask."
Shun turns on the left blinker and heads off the highway towards the pier.
"The kisses, ask me about those," I'm shocked by his sudden demand and look over in surprise. Our eyes lock and, from that moment, I know he noticed my change in behavior after we brushed on the subject. "It makes my heart-ache when you're in distress and uncertainty."
I fiddle with my thumb and look down at my clasped hands—how should I ask him this? I don't want to make it seem like I think he's some-kind of player. I know he's not like that—Shun respect women with all his heart. He wants to protect them.
"Why?" I find my voice suddenly. "Why did you kiss all those girls if there was no meaning to them?"
Shun sighs softly as he turns down a dirt-road and the vase land of builds becomes less. "Work, bullies, rumors, emotional distress," he lists with his fingers tapping the steering-wheel. "That's one thing I always hate about myself. It seems that people use others' attraction for me to hurt women."
I'm silent for his words—I could never imagine a day where I could hate him or use his kindness to hurt someone else. But then again, cases like Tsumi Yu don't end within elementary-school, they happen almost every-day.
"I get it though. It's not every day girls get to meet someone like me. I look like a foreigner with my hair and eye color; I guess that makes me 'handsome' or something like that," his modesty can be heard in his voice which is touching. "That's why I give those women a kiss. I know it sounds terrible and you're probably thinking I'm a bad guy, but, if a kiss is something that will mend their sorrows… so be it."
As the car comes to a halt, I can't take my eyes off of him; there's something about him that makes me want to continue staring and listening to his opinion/reasoning.
"Close your eyes," he turns towards me; I follow his orders and hear the car door open and close. "No looking until I say so," Shun says while unbuckling my seat-belt.
I hold my hands over my eyes as he guides me from the vehicle. The scent of salt-water, tree's and city seem to cover my senses as his hands cover my shoulders. "Can I look no—wah!" I stumble and feel his hands catch me swiftly.
"You can open your eyes now," Shun chuckles; I can feel his large hands on my back as I place my hands onto his chest and open my eyes. I hold my breath as he looks over to the scene before us; I move my gaze onto the sight and blink for the beauty before me.
The Tokyo Bay: the large bridge linking two cities lite with light reflecting onto the dark waters of the ocean, the moon dances over the waves along with the sparkling stars. It's a sight that's only seen in movies or paintings'.
"Wow," I breathlessly say.
His arms go to my waist as he smiles to the view. "It's amazing, right?"
"Yeah," I couldn't peel my eyes off the water and the few boats fishing along the city.
When his hands leave my body I shiver and turn to the view—I could stare at this scene for years. Suddenly I hear something from the car and turn away from the water—on top of the vehicle is Shun kneeling over a blanket, smoothing over the edges, a book that looks like a photo-album and a large bag.
"I'll help," climbing onto the roof I sit next to the blonde and watch as he pulls out some fruits: strawberries, raspberries and more. "Is that champagne?" my eyes widen for the sight of the bubbly liquid and the elegant glass.
Shun nods with embarrassment. "Sorry," he mutters, "I should've known you can't—"
"It won't hurt," I interrupt; placing a hand into the bag I pull out two glasses and lean closer to Shun.
"Are you sure?" he whispers; I nod.
POP! Comes from the bottle and he begins to pour—it seems like he's done this many times since he doesn't spill or make any mistakes.
"You told me before that you work three jobs," I start off; he hands me a glass and I bring the liquor to the nose. "What are your other jobs besides being a waiter at the 'Chai'?" I take a long sip of the champagne; the bubbly, sparking and smooth liquid tickles my throat with perfection. "Wow… that's great," I whisper with a hand over my mouth.
"E to (Um)," Shun rubs his neck softly and look down to his glass. "Well… my second part-time job is at the pier tossing fish from the boats. I'm usually there from two till six in the morning."
"I didn't expect that; you never smell like fish or anything like that," I feel foolish for say this but it's true. I always thought that someone who works at the pier would smell of fish and salt, but Shun doesn't. I can't wrap my head around it.
Shun nods and sighs, "we have long plastic gloves that protect us from the fish. They make us do this because it prevents cross contamination."
"I didn't think they took that much caution in their product."
The conversation drops and I swirl the champagne in silence as I look over the bay-view. "What about your third job?"
Shun tenses slightly before placing his glass down on the roof with a click. "If I tell you, you promise you won't run away or make assumptions?"
I blink rapidly; covering his hand with mine I nod with encouragement. "There's nothing that can cause me to do such a thing, so, please tell me."
"Well…um… I…. huh," Shun fumbles over his words with a blush; shaking his head he sighs deeply. "A host club."
I sit-up straight for the news. "Like a bartender or manager?"
Shun shakes his head, "a host."
"A host…"for some reason I'm not overly shocked. His smooth lines, intoxicating aura and constant smell of different perfumes—a host should've came to mind instantly, but I never figured Shun for the type, especially because of the rumors. The rumors are terrible. Some say that hosts tend to be players' who constantly sleep with their clients for money and mooch off of others.
He's not like that though, right?
Could that mean he also kisses is customers?
When he sighs in disappointment I look over to see his eyes dimed with…sadness. "S-Shun?" seeing the stormy turquois in his eyes causes my heart to squeeze—it's like he's shutting down on me.
"It's fine"—no, no don't do this! Don't shut down on me!
"W-Wait, don't—"I try to stop him as he slides off the roof and onto the grass, but thanks to my clumsy trait I slip off the blanket. "AH!" I scream and close my eyes.
A puff of dust fills the air along with a masculine groan and cough from below me. I blink and look up to meet Shun's chest—he always manages to save me; no matter what happens.
I push up from his chest; he's looking up to the night-sky with emotionless eyes—he's wearing the same mask he constantly uses at school, such truth makes my eyes water and tears form in my orbs.
"W-Watashi ni shattodaun shinaide kudasai! (Please don't shut down on me!)". My throat burns as I hold my breath for the tears streaming down my cheeks. I can't bare the idea of Shun treating me like everyone else—so cold, emotionless and distant. I like it—our relationship—even if it makes me faint from embarrassment when he pushes my boundaries. "I-I don't mind…" I squeak while wiping my eyes continuously.
I sniffle softly as I try to control myself, but I tense once his palm cups my cheeks and wipes away my tears. "I know I don't understand a lot like your job or your different meanings of kisses—" he silence me with… his lips.
Soft—tender and warm; it felt perfect.
My breast against his chest, hands clenching his shirt and cheeks red with blush. I can feel him smoothly devouring me as he deepens the kiss with a simple nibble of my bottom lip. I accept unconsciously; he continues to kiss me with passion—I can taste the champagne on his tongue and strawberries he must've eaten.
"That kiss is only for you," he confesses.
"Aishiteru wa (I love you)" I whisper; pressing my forehead against his I listen to our breath in a rhythmic sync.
"Boku mo kimo wo aishiteimasu (I love you too)," he moves strains of hair behind my ear and kisses me softly.
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Hello loves,
I want to thank "Metaphor of awesome" for pointing out the kiss scene's exact plotting of Say:'I love you'. Honestly, I'm sorry about that and didn't realize it until it was pointed out- you can believe or not, but seriously I didn't notice until I re-read it and looked at the kiss scene in Say: I love you. I hope it's fixed and better now! Thank you!
What did you think of this chapter? Did you like the reveal of Shun's full bio?
Until next time,
~Bleachlover2346