"Misaki," a voice calls. I groan. I'm too tired to get up...
"Five more minutes..." I mumble, shoving my face into my fluffy pillow. The person places their hand on my shoulder and shakes me slightly.
"Misaki, get up," I hear the voice say. It was obviously Takumi since he was the only one in this house with me. We have visitors," he informs me. With that, I jump out of bed, suddenly very energetic, and run downstairs. Could it be Sakura? Maybe Satsuki? Whoever it was, I would be happy to interact with any human after being trapped here with Takumi for a few days. I run to the front door and throw it open. In front of me is a green haired woman, along with an auburn haired one.
"Hello! I'm Misaki Ayuzawa, who are you?" I greet.
"I'm Subaru," the green haired one says.
"And I'm Erika," the auburn haired one introduces. "And we're your neighbors!" she exclaims happily. I give them a friendly smile.
"Nice to meet you... Can I help you?" I ask, a bit confused as to why they decided to come over.
"No reason really, we just wanted to say hello! If you want to come over at any time, don't hesitate to!" Erika explains. I nod in understanding.
"Sounds good to me!" I agree. "Wanna come in for a bit?" I ask. They both shake their heads.
"Nah, we're going to- IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND?!" Erika exclaims. Subaru, on the other hand, was completely calm.
"Boyfriend...?" I was honestly confused. Erika pointed behind me. I turn around and see a shirtless Takumi. I blush a dark shade of red.
"Takumi! What the hell are you doing?! P-Put a shirt on!" I yell at him, flustered. Instead of listening to me, he leans over and rests his chin on my shoulder.
"Misaki... Should we resume our earlier activities?" he asks with a wink. My face got even hotter, if that was possible.
"NO! WE WEREN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING!" I scream, turning to face the blushing girls at the doorway.
"We're sorry for interrupting you, please continue and don't let us ruin the moment. Goodbye," Subaru says, grabbing Erika's wrist and running off. I turn around and scowl at the blonde haired idiot.
"What the hell was that for?! That was my only opportunity to make a real friend out here!" I fume. He feigns hurt.
"Ouch, I'm not your friend?" he says, a pout on his face.
"Sometimes you are! Just not always!" I say in an attempt to cheer him up. He raises an eyebrow.
"Sometimes?" he repeats. "You're interesting, Misaki," he chuckles. I puff out my right cheek in anger.
"I'm not 'cute' or 'interesting' or anything you keep calling me! You're an alien," I protest. He laughs at my outburst.
"I'm an alien?" he repeats once again. I nod my head in confirmation.
"A perverted one, too," I add.
"A perverted alien... Which planet do I come from?" he muses. I blush.
"Planet Pheromone," I reply. I actually spent a long time thinking about his weird species, so I basically had an answer to everything he asked. He chuckles again.
"That was rhetorical," he remarks. I cross my arms.
"Yeah, well, maybe I just felt like answering it," I defend, feeling rather argumentative today.
"I'm going to make breakfast," he says, completely ignoring my earlier comment.
"Okay," I reply in acknowledgement, following him, since I had nothing else to do. "Hey, Takumi," I suddenly say.
"Yes?" he asks.
"Can you teach me how to cook?" I request. He turns to face me.
"Why? I can do all the cooking for us," he says. I shake my head.
"No... I should learn to cook for when I go back home. Sakura was bugging me about it the other day but she said I was too hard to reach," I explain with a frown. He smirks.
"Well, that won't be a problem. When we get married, I'll still do the cooking," he teases. I blush, punching him in the arm.
"We are NOT getting married!" I yell. "Also, put on a shirt!" I command.
"Aww, but Misa-chan, I thought you were enjoying the view," he pouts. That earns him another punch.
"Well, you thought wrong, idiot! And don't call me that!" I rant.
"Okay, okay. Calm down," he complies.
I sat on the living room sofa, reading a magazine. It was a girly magazine that Sakura bought for me in college, and even though I thought it was silly, I still accepted it. Who would've thought I'd be reading it in a villa one day?
The magazine was mainly pages full of cute dresses and heels, but a few pages had childish activities like word searches or something. I flipped to the next page, and the heading said "Does He Like Me?" in large yellow bubble letters. I roll my eyes, but read the description nonetheless. It read "Do you want to know if your crush likes you? Take this 5 question quiz!" I roll my eyes, but find myself taking the dumb quiz anyway.
"Question 1: Does he worry about you?"
Let's see... Yes, he does. When I accidentally fell asleep outside, and I came back, he even told me he was worried about me. I check off the "yes" square with my sharp pencil.
"Question 2: Does he call you beautiful or cute?"
Well... He has twice, but it's probably just to tease me. Technically though, yes. I check off the 'yes' square.
"Question 3: Does he tease you or try to make you mad?"
Do I even need to think this one over? Hell yes, and it's annoying. I quickly check off the 'yes' square.
"Question 4: Does he ever talk about your future together?"
Well... He made that joke about marriage, but he wasn't being honest... At least, I hope he wasn't. He doesn't talk about our future, but we do have one together, since we're acting in the same movie and whatever. I check off 'yes', secretly wanting that to be the right answer. Though I'd never admit that.
"Question 5: Do you like him?"
WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?! HELL TO THE NO! I quickly slash the 'no' box, accidentally leaving a small tear in the paper. Whoops. Well, it was the paper's fault for making me mad.
I calculated my results, and most definitely wasn't pleased.
"He likes you, and you like him, but you're in denial!" the paper read. I blush.
"BULLSHIT!" I exclaim, standing up abruptly. I rip the paper out of the magazine and tear it apart. I stab the chunks of paper with my sharp pencil. I was NOT in denial! I knew I shouldn't have done that dumb quiz!
"What are you doing...?" I hear a voice ask. I snap my head to the side to see Takumi, staring at me in confusion. When the hell did he get there?!
"N-Nothing... Just reading a magazine," I laugh nervously. He raises an eyebrow.
"Reading a magazine doesn't involve tearing pages and yelling profanities," he remarks. I blush.
"Well, that's how I read magazines!" I argue. He chuckles, before turning on the TV.
"Let's watch a movie," he suggests. I give him a weird look. He changed topics pretty quickly.
"Uh, sure," I say, wanting to forget about that stupid magazine. I toss the torn pieces of paper into a nearby trash can. I flip off the lights, before taking a seat beside Takumi.
"Why did you turn the light off?" he asks.
"I just like watching movies in the dark. Makes them feel more real," I reply with a shrug.
"Are you sure that's why? You know, if you want to do something-"
"Hands to yourself," I shoot a glare at him.
"Yes ma'am."