AYY GUESS WHAT I FINALLY UPDATED SECLUDED LOVERS IK IK.
Okay apparently there's been a taddity tad bit of confusion. I am NOOOOOT discontinuing this story capisci? Long live Secluded Lovers, shall it never perish.
Hey I never actually mentioned this but ArrowBee and I are birthday twinsies :') we were PMing one day and I was like yeah my birthday is March 7th then she was like OMG WHAAAAAAT M8 ME TOO~ (this was like a few months ago or something like that idk why I'm bringing it up now)
And guess what? This story has over 20k views :') ilysm all of you
Alrighty let's end my lil ramble here now. This chapter came out late enough already let's not delay it any further XD
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"Alright…a little snip right here and…DONE!"
Misaki held up some fake ghosts she made from cloths, and a broom she disguised as a witch. She grinned as she imagined his reaction…
"Misaki?" he called down the hall cautiously. He could sense a strange presence in the dark, narrow path. Squinting his eyes as if to see better, he took a few steps forward. "Misaki," he said once more, this time his voice slightly louder.
"BOO!" Misaki exclaimed, revealing the "witch" from around the corner of the wall. Just at that moment, a cloth ghost fell onto his head. Takumi let out a girly squeal and his face paled considerably as he ran out of the dark hallway, completely defeated by Misaki Ayuzawa.
Misaki hummed a tune as she thought out the possible outcomes of her plan, but decided she definitely liked this one the most. She almost laughed as she thought about how funny it'd be to hear Takumi let out a girly squeal. That'd certainly be something new.
"Misaki, time for breakfast," she heard a voice say. She didn't need to think twice to know it was Takumi.
"I'll be down in a moment," she called back, quickly shoving all her supplies and props underneath her bed. Misaki smiled in satisfaction.
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"Mmm…" Misaki let out a noise of happiness and contentment as she felt the fluffy egg practically melt in her mouth. Nothing like Takumi's cooking in the morning to start her day off on the right foot.
"Seriously, you enjoy my cooking far too much," Takumi chuckled. "But I'm glad you like it," he added.
Misaki decided not to respond to anything he said, but as soon as Takumi pulled her plate away from her she let out a squeal of protest. Her mouth was full, so quite frankly she couldn't say anything at the moment, and she was limited to only sounds.
Takumi smirked at her reaction, but still proceeded to take her fork from her right hand and stab a few pieces of scrambled eggs with it himself.
"Say aaah," he instructed playfully, letting the fork hover in front of her now empty mouth. She tried so hard to ignore the temptation, but the constant smell wafting from the food made it especially challenging.
Misaki refused to speak just in case he took the opportunity to shove the eggs into her mouth at that moment. He's definitely done that with his tongue while they were kissing sometimes.
Turning completely red from the memories of all the past times they've shared a kiss, she covered her face with her hands. Gah, why am I thinking of this now of all times?!
"Why are you blushing?" Takumi inquired. "Is being fed by me honestly that embarrassing?"
Misaki, of course, didn't want to tell him she'd been thinking about him, or he'd probably tease her even more about it. And so, our oh so wise and fast thinking Misaki blurted out the first answer that came to her head.
"Idiot. I was thinking about Tora."
Misaki immediately clasped a hand over her mouth as she realized what she'd just said. Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Takumi's expression darkened. He slowly set the fork down into the plate, little egg bits still stuck on the ends. Misaki nibbled her bottom lip nervously. She did not mean to say that.
"Ahaha, um, Takumi, you know—" she started, only to freeze as she watched him pull out his chair and stand up. "W-Where are you going?" she inquired, now concerned. She'd really done it this time. Ugh, why did I say that?! I could've just told him the truth, but no, I just had to tell my boyfriend I was blushing while thinking of another guy. Good job, Misaki. Good job.
"Upstairs," he replied curtly. "Why don't you go pay Tora a visit? Better yet, why don't you just go live with him?" he wore a smile, though his voice dripped with venom. Misaki visibly flinched from how harsh his tone was. I really did hurt him, didn't I…
"Oh, and by the way. If this was the surprise you were planning to give me, congratulations. Your plan worked. I'm thoroughly shocked and disappointed. Have fun."
"Takumi, no, wait," she called out, but it was too late. He was already halfway up the staircase, and he showed no sign of listening to her anytime soon. Misaki bit back tears of frustration. She hadn't meant for it to turn out like this. Hell, she hadn't meant to say something so fucking idiotic in the first place.
Why do I have to be so stubborn? she asked herself. Misaki wished she could go back in time and just reverse everything she said. At least when Charlotte visited, Takumi always told her he had no interest in her. But this time, Misaki basically directly told Takumi she had feelings for Tora. Which she didn't, but in Takumi's mind she now did.
Groaning, Misaki stood up and kicked her chair over. She spun around and left the poor object lying there on the floor. Misaki grabbed her purse, phone, and slipped on her shoes. Stomping out the door, she made sure to close it with a loud slam to signal him that she left.
Misaki wandered around the area for a while. She didn't want to face Takumi at the moment. Not like he'd even allow her to talk to him right now. Normally, Misaki would've been a mess of tears and despair, but she was far to mad to even consider being in that state. She wasn't mad at Takumi—she was mad at herself.
"Misaki?" a voice asked. She immediately spun around.
Of course, standing a few feet away from her, was the last person she wanted to see.
"T-Tora," she stammered. Subconsciously, she took a few steps back away from him. "What are you doing here?"
Tora looked confused. "I'm here to do my job and deliver packages?" he offered. Misaki blinked.
"Oh," she said. "Uh, if that's all, then actually I'll be headed back home—"
"Wait, Misaki," he called. She tilted her head to the side quizzically.
"Yes?" she asked.
He held out a pretty large brown cardboard box towards her. "Do you know where this house is? I'm not familiar with this area," he inquired. Misaki leaned over to check the address.
"307 East Cheri Street and—" she froze. This was her address. Who was sending her a package?
"What? Is something wrong?" he asked. Misaki shook her head.
"Uh, actually," she started, "this is where I live."
Tora looked surprised. "Oh, really? Then you should probably take this back with you, if it isn't too much of a hassle," he said. She nodded and extended her arms out to receive the box.
"I'll be perfectly fine. Thank you," she smiled. He shifted the box into her hands.
"No problem. Have a safe trip back!"
They both waved at each other, and as soon as Tora was out of sight, Misaki began walking home.
Sometimes I feel like it'd be easier to fall for a guy like Tora… Misaki thought, only to immediately push that idea out of her head. But he's not the one you love. You love Takumi, and you need to clear things up with him as soon as possible, she told herself. That's when she decided that when she got home, she would go up to Takumi's room and apologize profusely.
Honestly, Misaki felt really bad. If he'd ever said that to her about Charlotte, she didn't even want to know how she'd react. Definitely way worse than he did though, that's for sure.
The difference between Misaki and Takumi being mad, was actually quite simple. When Misaki's mad, she yells, cries, punches the person who made her mad, and avoids them. While on the other hand, we have Takumi who remains much more calm than the raven haired female, would only lay a hand on someone if they messed with a loved one of his, and even pretends nothing happened sometimes. Even when he pretends nothing occurred, he definitely still gives them the cold shoulder.
Misaki fished out her keys from her purse, unlocked the door, and made her way inside. She set down the package, kicked off her shoes, and hurriedly rushed upstairs.
She just hoped he'd forgive her.
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What do you think is in the package?~
Okay is it just me or does angst make everything like ten times better? It's like adding salt to your food. You need that kick of something salty, but the saltiness enhances the entire flavor of the dish.
You can practically hear how hungry I am lmao
Anyway, since this chapter was kinda bad I will update soon! Maybe tomorrow even :') But yeah, sorry for not updating for so long!