Dusk
Cool breeze
Even colder
In the presence
A certain
Devil woman.
Her hands
Warm
Soft
Fingers intertwined
But to him
A shackle
Threatening
Sink him
Into an abyss
Of darkness.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Haruno?"
His voice
Smooth
Bitter liquor
Laced with sarcasm.
"Oh yes. Especially with you."
"Well I'm not."
Her smile
Never had he seen
A mask
Immersive
Surreal
Her lips
Moist and pink
Underlying
Betrayed her
True colors
Painted
Of blood and black.
"What can make you happy?"
"For one, I'd love it if you would leave me in peace."
"No can do. Would you really rather be happy alone, than be unhappy together with me?"
"It's a paradox. They say happiness is found in others. I say, bullshit. I was happy by myself."
"Are you?"
He returned a smile back at her.
Her face
Closer
Dreamy eyes
Beckoning him
Hot breath
Against his lips
Break the charm once more.
"I was happy with you."
"That's your problem."
"You keep pushing against the gravity between us."
"No such thing. It is simply magnetism by polar opposites."
"We're the same."
"That is where you are wrong, Haruno."
By now
Consider himself
An expert.
They say women are the hardest book to read.
Perhaps the key is to read backwards.
Read between the lines.
In this case, between the letters.
A smile is equivalent to a paragraph.
"I am never wrong, Hachiman."
"Wrong again."
"I like you. You make me right."
Beauty is to charm
As a knife is to an edge
The sharper
Cut down the will
Precision
Manipulation.
She was a spectator
A Roman
He was the gladiator
All others have perished
Under her
Destructive gaze
Medusa of men
Except him.
He was interesting
Translation
Entertainment
And to him
She was simply a nuisance.
"The show is not yet over."
"I never watched."
"Oh, you will. I will not let him off the hook that easily."
"This is between Yukinoshita and Hayama. Why do care?"
"As her elder sister-"
"Of course. Quite the valid reason."
With a hand
Gently
He brushed her hair to the side.
A tactic
Psychological
Judging from her reaction
Faint tints of red
Effective.
"You're like a little girl. Always meddlesome, aren't you?"
"P-please take care of me."
Delicately
She pulled his hands
South
Allowing it
Like a feather
Caress her lips.
What a waste. She would have been a star actress in the movies.
Witchy woman
Move through the night
Eager to control
His mind
Soul
A temptress
Of the finest standards.
"Silly girl. I don't care for you."
To be honest
It felt good
To hurl
Such intricate
Sarcasms
A silver arrow to the heart.
"My, my. Hikigaya-kun. Aren't you quite the fox?"
"Oh please. Isn't this what you wanted? Your own little games..."
"I don't want little games. I want something genuine."
He chuckled
Such a humorous remark.
Wanton desires
To think
It was even laughable
That he himself
Longed for such
Perhaps it was non-existent.
Strangely, no trace of mockery.
"You are wishing for a dream."
"Isn't that what you want too?"
"Maybe."
Not anymore.
Realization
In real life
May we get what we need
And never what we deserve.
Genuine may be the biggest lie of all.
"That's not true."
Her arms coiled around his neck
Locking two souls
In physical shells
His body against hers
Heated connections
And for a moment
Everything faded away
Only the sound
Of her.
"You have me. I am genuine."
"If this is genuine, I don't want it."
Carefully
As if a sticker to a wall
He pried her warmth
Off him.
She glared at him seductively.
A soft hand against his cheek.
It was unclear
Whether her smile
For once
Perhaps real.
In front of him, only a woman.
No more, no less.
If only
Entertain
The plausibility
Of love
Alas
It was too good.
To be true.
"The hardest things to obtain are the good ones."
"For once, perhaps I agree with you."
"If only..."
He answered.
"If."