My bad habits never change...I procrastinated again...Sorry for not updating for such a long time! It was like a month! Anyways, I hope you guys like this chappie!
Mikan woke up feeling strangely rejuvenated. She stretched her arms over her head, a sigh coming past her lips. Her hazy eyes scanned her surroundings and the second she saw the light blue wallpaper, panic surged through her.
This was not her room, she decided.
Her arms slid around in the sheets, the soft smooth mattress was not hers either. She was laying on her side, and when she tried to sit up or turn, she found that she couldn't.
A pair of strong arms circled her waist and she was unable to see who the person was. Panic ran through her veins and she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs for bloody murder.
"Morning..." Mikan froze.
A pair of warm lips gently traced her nape and she couldn't help but giggle, everything from last night returning to her memories.
"Good morning." She gently pushed his hands away from her waist and turned around to face a pair of sleepy chocolate eyes. A lazy smile stretched on his face as he stared back.
"What time is it?" Mikan asked sleepily, stretching her arms again before snuggling back into the covers.
"Hm..." Koko sounded like he was about to fall asleep again. Mikan giggled and playfully poked his chest, keeping him awake.
"It's about 7:45." He felt her stiffen.
"Oh my god...Oh my god! We're going to be late!" She screeched before jumping up, only to get forcefully dragged down.
"Who cares about school." He mumbled into her hair. She gave a loud huff and tried to struggle out of his grip but was unable to.
"Mou! School is important! Come on, Koko, get up!" Mikan screamed into his ear, successfully making him climb out of bed.
"Jeez, women. You're gonna be the death of me." He grumbled before giving a loud yawn.
He grinned mischievously at the girl who was still struggling to get out from the tangled covers.
"At least give me a morning kiss first." Koko grinned when Mikan froze and stared at him wide-eyed, her face painted a beautiful pink.
"W-What are you t-talking about, pervert..." She mumbled to herself, her voice shaking slightly.
Koko rolled his eyes playfully before letting out a rich laugh.
"Just kidding! As if I would want a kiss from you." Mikan was hurt, it was quite evident, but she laughed it off unconvincingly and stuck her tongue out.
Koko dismissed it, not wanting to go any deeper into the topic.
He reached the hem of his shirt and slowly dragged it up and over his head, throwing the shirt onto the bed where Mikan was still sitting on.
Her face went even more red and Koko had to stifle a laugh.
"What are you doing, Kokoroyomi!" Mikan yelled, jumped off the bed, away from the accusing shirt and buried her face in her hands, not wanting to see the half naked boy in front of her.
He was hot. Very, very hot, Mikan couldn't help but think. The fact that he was the boy she had liked for the past 8 years was definitely not helping.
He looked back at her, showing off his masculine body, an amused glint in his eyes.
"Hm?" He asked innocently cocking his head to the side.
"Why did you take your shirt off?" She demanded, eyes still closed, face still red.
"Well, it is my room, and you told me to go to class so I'm gonna have to change." He stated with his cheerful voice as if he was talking about a cool game.
Mikan's face got even redder, if it was possible. He was right. This is his room, and he can do whatever he wanted in there.
"E-Eh...I-I'll be going then! Uh, yeah! Okay then, see you!" Mikan quickly blurted out and found her way to the door only to find a warm hand pull her back.
She didn't even have time to think before she was pushed against the wall.
"Wha—" Koko's lips slammed onto hers, muffling whatever she was about to say.
His lips were so warm, so skilled as they moved with hers and in seconds her mind went blank.
Was he really kissing her?
Kokoroyomi, who rejected her millions of times before, was kissing her.
It almost didn't register until he broke the kiss, just as fast as he started kissing her.
Mikan's face was as red as a tomato at that point, and the only thing she could do was gape with her fingers touching her lips.
Koko's eyes were covered by his long bangs, but his smile was still intact.
"Alright then. It's about time you went back to change." He opened the door for her and gave her a light push before closing the door gently behind her.
"What the hell was that...?" Mikan mumbled to herself as she slowly made her way back to her room, her lips still burned with his touch.
Shit.
Koko had a sudden urge to punch something. God dammit, he did not just do that.
He took a deep breath, sitting on the bed and running his hands through his messy dirty blonde hair.
She was just so tempting just now, her face painted a beautiful pink, and her lips seemed so inviting.
The only thing he can do right now was to play it off. He let out a forced laugh before he got up and went to his closet, finding his uniform.
His phone on his bedside table started to ring, successfully taking Koko's attention away from the problem at hand.
Picking the phone up curiously, he had an odd feeling of unrest.
"Hey, Koko speaking..."
Mikan was upset and confused the whole day. Only that morning Koko had kissed her, though it was brief, it was still a kiss! Then he acted like nothing happened for the whole day, laughing and joking like any other day.
Mikan huffed angrily as she made her way to Hotaru's lab. Knocking politely at the door, she sighed again as Amanatsu opened the door for her.
"Mikan." Hotaru greeted her. "Perfect timing." Hotaru stated in her same monotone as she tinkled on her messy desk.
"Ho-ta-ru~!" Mikan pouted as she jumped over to her best friend, trying to hug her but getting hit by the infamous baka gun like always.
"Mou, Hotaru's so mean~" Mikan cried, rubbing her aching head and earning a glare in return.
"Anyways, Hotaru, I have something I need to tell you!" Mikan cried desperately, throwing her hands up in the air.
Hotaru lifted her brow up and sighed.
"When you finish whatever nonsense you want to say, I have something to say too." Mikan muttered something about it not being nonsense under her breath but took a seat next to Hotaru, who was still tinkering, nonetheless.
"Koko kissed me this morning." Hotaru almost dropped her screwdriver. She whipped her head around sharply, her eyes narrowing at the red girl.
"What?" Her voice dripped with venom but her composure was eerily calm.
"U-Um..." Mikan shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She gave a nod as confirmation and Hotaru sighed deeply.
"Well I suppose I should congratulate you, after all you liked him since forever." Mikan blushed at this but Hotaru gave her a worried glance.
"What I want to talk about is also about Yomi." Mikan cocked her head cutely as she waited for Hotaru to continue.
"You know, about Tsukaite no Kōri..." It was odd for Hotaru to trail off, Mikan noted. Hotaru was always the blunt type and went straight to the point.
"Yeah...?" Mikan urged.
"This is just a hypothesis...but I think Tsukaite no Kōri is Koko." The room fell silent as the information registered in Mikan's brain.
"No way!" Mikan laughed.
"There's no way he's Tsukaite no Kōri. Hello? The personality difference?" Mikan stated confidently as she continued to laugh.
"Personality can be easily altered if you really try. He might even have multiple personalities." Hotaru stated and took her mug of coffee off a tray Amanatsu was carrying.
Mikan considered this, but still thought it was impossible.
"Koko wasn't anywhere to be found when this so called 'Tsukaite no Kōri' attacked you yesterday." Hotaru took a sip from her coffee. "The time period also match. Tsukaite no Kōri was attacking America before coming here, where Koko was as well." Mikan opened her mouth to speak, but Hotaru shot her a glare signaling she wasn't finished.
"Ten days after he transferred back here, rumors started going about Tsukaite no Kōri. A day later you were attacked and he was nowhere to be found." Hotaru concluded.
"Don't you think there's a little too many coincidences?"
"B-But that doesn't prove anything!" Mikan exclaimed, still not accepting the information.
"It's true. There are still many questionable parts." She nodded at the brunette who had her head resting on her arms.
"Why would Koko even try to kill me? He's my childhood friend." Mikan mumbled quietly, more to herself then to Hotaru.
"There are many reasons why he would want to do that, Mikan." Mikan groaned.
"Hotaru~ I still don't believe it." Hotaru sighed before walking over to the girl, giving her a comforting pat on the head.
"Then don't believe it. Until I have absolute proof, what I just said was merely my assumptions." Hotaru walked back to her desk.
"I still have a lot of work to do." She was evidently dismissing the brunette. Mikan pouted at her friend's back before standing up wearily and heading towards the door.
"Oh and, Mikan?" The said girl hummed a reply, opening the door but she turned to face her best friend.
"Be careful, okay?" A huge grin broke out on Mikan's face, knowing her friend really did care.
"Ok. Thanks a lot, Hotaru." Mikan nodded before walking out, the door clicking behind her.
Spoiler Alert! Koko finds out that they know and then he plans to kill her the next chapter. She's going to die and that's it!
Just kidding, I'm definitely not gonna end the story like that! XD I'm so happy that with every chapter, more and more people review, follow and favorite! It's such a lovely feeling when I open my e-mail and I see all those people that like my stories~ Tell me about your feelings and thoughts about this chapter!
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