Day 3
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Nejiten Month 2021
'Dark humor mingles with loneliness in these verses. "Let go a piece of your heart—all the pleasure it gives," Zauner pleads, to a crush who's immune to human emotion. '
- Machinist, Japanese Breakfast (2017)
She glances up at him beneath dark curled lashes, her eyeballs burning into her eyelids with the intensity of her stare.
''Is the food to your liking, Daisuke-kun?''
His noble features remain still as he turns his head sideways away from her. He raises a perfectly arched brow, as if finding her presence troublesome, and gives a small nod in response.
''Yes.''
She sighs slowly and forces a smile upon her painted red lips. Her eyes catch a young waiter walking past their booth and she quickly throws up a manicured hand to grab his attention.
''Yes, ma'am?''
She suppresses an amused smile upon seeing the dapper uniform he was sporting - a far cry from the green spandex they were, unfortunately, used to - and she orders two more rounds of umeshu. He throws her a knowing glance and quickly retreats back to the kitchen.
The noise of the drunk middle-aged men slurring in the dingy restaurant only assuages her pounding headache and she grips the hem of her miniskirt with uneasiness.
''So,'' she finally says, lifting her head to look at the man sitting motionless in the grey suit in front of her. He gently rearranges his tie with a slight of his pale hand and she feels her stomach flutter with butterflies. ''How's your sister?''
He blinks at her, emotionless. ''The younger one or the older one?''
She cocks her head to the side and bears a grin once more, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. ''The younger one. Miyako.''
''Miyako is doing fine. She just got accepted into art school and she's preparing to start a part-time job at a local gallery,'' he recites perfectly.
She knows that she's staring a little too hard at the way his silky hair spills over his broad shoulders as though a waterfall was flowing from the back of his head, how his lean muscles were nicely defined in that hella dapper suit and how she just wanted to grab his aristocratic face and kiss him more than she usually desired to but, hey - it was all part of the act, right?
The waiter from before quickly comes back with two shot glasses filled with dark liquid and he flashes her a dazzling smile when he hands them to her.
''Here you go, miss,'' he says brightly and she thanks him. As she watches him retreat, she can't help but think the green spandex suits him so much more than the shirt and trousers.
Grabbing the glasses soundlessly and handing one to her lover for the night, she looks him dead in the eyes and she almost buckles from the intensity of his silvery orbs staring back at her. Those infamous moons never intimidated her, a woman who was used to killing grown men with her bare hands, but just one look from him and she would willingly surrender everything.
''Kanpai, Daisuke-kun,'' she says softly, allowing him to see the defeat in her eyes just this one night.
They tip their heads back together and down the 'umeshu' (secretly green tea) with a swift gulp. Dabbing at her lips and making sure that her lipstick was still in place, she once again finds herself back where she started: staring at his elegant side profile with a heavy weight in her chest.
Let go a piece of your heart.
The green tea is beginning to feel bitter on her tongue and she's wondering if Lee actually slipped her some genshu by mistake.
She smiles sadly and tastes all the unspoken words fight their way down her throat, burying themselves snugly into her aching ribcage and making her feel even worse for taking on this mission.
Even posing as a married couple, she notes whilst watching his gaze study the window, he wasn't able to return her feelings.
A/N: so I know I said I would be posting everyday for August but I ran into some personal issues which meant I had to take a break from fanfiction in general. This is a project I'm still keen to finish so just please bear with me :-) x