"Takumi, are you serious...?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Yep, so sit," he responds. I sigh and sit on the black seat.
"Isn't a playground a bit childish?" I murmur. He shrugs.
"There's no one else here, does it really matter?" he says.
"I guess not," I reply, gripping the rusty chains on either side of me. "But do you really have to push me on the swing? I'm fully capable."
"Afraid so," he teases, grabbing the chains, his hands purposely placed right over mine. I can feel my cheeks heat up a bit, but luckily he was behind me and couldn't see my face.
"D-Don't push me too high," I warn him, just to mask my awkwardness and embarrassment. He smirks at that.
"Aww, is Misaki afraid of heights?" he asks in a teasing voice, though I could tell he's actually curious.
I scoff. "Of course not. If I were scared of heights would I be able to jump down a staircase without a care in the world?" I retort. "Why? Are you?" I ask. I hear him chuckle before responding. And actually, his answer really surprised me.
"Yeah, I am." he simply replies. My eyes widen in surprise at how easily he admitted it to me. I had no idea he was afraid of heights. Before I can hide it, a wide smile appears on my face. No, I wasn't laughing at his fears or anything. I'm really happy that he trusts me with these kinds of things actually...
I suddenly feel weight being put on the top of my head. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, I lift one of my hands up to touch the thing on my head, only to be met with softness.
"Takumi, what is this?" I inquire. "Did you put a squirrel on my head or something?" I ask. Hey, don't look at me. Knowing this alien he'd be able to catch a squirrel and somehow keep it on my head.
He laughed a bit, probably at my really ridiculous question. "Does my hair feel like a squirrel? Gee, thanks Misaki," he joked. My face turned dark red at my sudden realization- he was resting his chin on my head.
"You weirdo," I mumble. "Seriously, you're lucky I like-" I begin, only to catch my mistake and clear my throat to cover it up. "Hate you so much that I put up with you." I say with a blush.
Takumi chuckles, obviously catching my slip-up. Fortunately, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and not make any comments about how what I just said made absolutely no sense at all.
"So, are you gonna push me or what?" I ask, saying the first thing that came to my mind. Wow, smooth Misaki.
As expected, he smirks at my question. I felt the weight of his head being lifted off mine, and I let out a sigh of relief. My heart was about to burst out of my chest at any moment there.
"Of course, milady. Hold on tight, we wouldn't want you falling down from such a height...again." he instructs in a joking tone, though I could tell that he was actually serious about it.
"It's not like I could let go even if I wanted to," I point out, gesturing towards his hands that were still holding mine around the swing chains.
"Good point. Maybe I should also hold your hand whenever you need to go downstairs-"
"Takumi! I already said I was sorry!" I exclaim, getting up abruptly and temporarily forgetting that his hands were still around mine. I tip backwards, stumbling over my feet, and only then do I feel him remove his hands from mine. Unfortunately, I fall backwards and land into warm, familiar arms.
Wait, warm familiar arms?
The owner of the arms- which I immediately identified as Takumi's -lifted me up and carried me bridal style. My face immediately lit up a bright red color as his emerald eyes stared straight into my amber ones.
"And this is why I need to keep an eye on you at all times," he says as if I proved his point. I roll my eyes at him.
"I'll be just fi-AHHHH!" I shriek, feeling myself slipping from his arms, only to be immediately caught again. My eyes were wide in fear, my heart beating incredibly fast. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" I demand, about ready to punch his annoying but extremely handsome face in.
He smirks, which needless to say pissed me off, before answering my question with the dumbest answer of all time.
"See? If I weren't there, you would've fallen and gotten hurt," he replies. My jaw drops in utter shock, before I quickly close my mouth and shoot him a sharp glare. This idiot did that on purpose!
"That would've never happened if you didn't pick me up in the first place!" I argue. He simply shrugs, his grip on me tightening.
"It's okay. I know my Misaki secretly likes being held in my arms~" he teases, my face turning red for the hundredth time that day. I immediately start struggling in his grip as if to prove him wrong.
"No way! I hate it! And when did I become yours?!" I fume, punching him lightly in the arm. He smirks, and I brace myself for another annoying comment of his.
"You became mine ever since the day you confessed to me in front of the hospital," he replies, leaning down a bit and planting a kiss on my forehead. Oh my god, I hope he didn't feel how hot my skin was…then again, the blush on my face was quite obviously visible anyway so it wouldn't even matter.
"Takumi, that was today you idiot," I respond. I could still feel the lingering tingly feeling of his lips on my forehead.
"So you're admitting that you belong to me?" he asks, a wide grin on his face. My face turns even darker- if that's even possible -as I simply shrug in response.
"You don't own me…that'd be creepy," I murmur. He chuckles at that.
"So you don't like it when I call you my Misaki?" he inquires. I raise an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.
"Uh, yeah. I thought we already established this," I say with a roll of my eyes. His lips curl into a smirk. What the hell? Did I say something weird?
"Well then, Misaki," he starts. "Would you like it if I called you my girlfriend?" he asks. My eyes widen in shock- I certainly was not expecting that question. He really is unpredictable…I guess it only adds to his charm.
"Y-You're asking me o-out while c-carrying me?" I stammer, noting how awkward this situation would look to any passersby. "You really are an alien…" I mumble. He laughs.
"That I am," he agrees, the smirk that was previously on his face now morphed into more of a grin. "So, Misaki Ayuzawa, will you be my girlfriend?" he asks again. I feel my eyes get watery as tears sting at my eyes. Now I know how girls feel when they cry during proposals.
"O-Only if you'll be my b-boyfriend in return," I reply. His grin grows even wider at my response.
"Aww, Misaki's asking me out instead?" he teases. finally deciding to let me down and stand up on my own two feet. Right when my feet hit the ground, he grabs my waist and pulls me towards him to hug me. "What a man," he whispers into my ear. My eye twitches and I shoot him a glare that he obviously couldn't see since my face was buried into his chest.
"Shut it before I change my mind," I threaten. That does the job, because he instantly shuts his mouth and stops talking. "Good boy." I say, patting his arm. Unfortunately, that gets the teasing started up again.
"Aww, did my girlfriend just compliment me?" he smirks. I sigh in frustration.
"Why did I even agree to go out with you…?"
"Because you love me?" he offers.
"Nah," I immediately deny. "That's definitely not it." I say. He feigns a hurt look on his face.
"Ouch. Misaki's so mean."
"Only to you, alien."
Chapter 19.5
"Takumi?" I call.
"Hmm?" he asks.
"We haven't read our scripts in a month," I point out. "Wanna practice together?" I suggest. He raises an eyebrow at my suggestion but complies nonetheless.
"Why not. Let me find my script," he says, sitting up on his bed, the blanket falling off his body. And that's when I see something I wish I never had seen. He was freaking topless!
"Takumi, put on a shirt!" I squeal, turning around and placing my forehead against the closed door.
"Why? Wouldn't it be more exciting to practice like this?" he asks, and even though I wasn't looking at him, I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"NO! It would not!" I protest. "Now go and put on a shirt!" I command.
"You obviously don't want me to do that,"
"YES I DO!"
"Care to explain why you're still in my room, then?" he inquires. I open my mouth to fire back some smart comeback, only to realize his question was completely valid. Why the hell was I still in his bedroom?! "Oh, unless…"
"U-Unless what?"
"Unless…you were planning to peek?"
Immediately, my face heats up at his words, as I twist the doorknob and throw the door open. Within a matter of seconds, I was down the hall and rushing down the stairs.
"Oh my god, that guy really is a pervert!" I exclaim, jumping down the last two steps. Hey, nothing risky anymore, don't worry. I've definitely learned from last time.
"Who's a pervert?" he asks, staring at me from the top of the staircase, and still topless.
"Y-You! PUT ON A GODDAMNED SHIRT RIGHT NOW OR I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS, USUI TAKUMI!"
"Okay, which scene are we going to practice?" I ask, flipping through a few pages of the script. We were both currently sitting on the couch downstairs in the living room, and yes, I finally managed to get that guy into a t-shirt.
"Hmm…" he hums, flipping towards the end of the script as if he knew the exact scene he wanted to practice. Well, knowing him he probably memorized this entire thing and every page number along with it, so I wasn't very surprised. "Scene 48," he decides.
"Scene 48? Alright then," I say, grabbing my script and finding the scene. It was definitely near the end, since this movie had about 60 scenes in all.
"From the top," he instructs. He closes the script, obviously showing off that he memorized it. I roll my eyes, but decide not to be competitive this time and actually focus on the task at hand.
"Aaron, I want you to kiss m- HOLD UP, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
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"Nnh, Takumi, s-stop…"
"That's not written on the script, Misaki~"
(THIS STORY IS RATED T DON'T WORRY)