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Don't Fall for Kokoro

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a FICTION from my delusions 😆

Wc: 970+ words

Genre: fluff, romcom, slowburn

Summary: Y/N, an assistant camerawoman, hates Kokoro’s cocky attitude off-camera. But when she’s assigned to focus on him during a seductive performance, he makes it his mission to tease her mercilessly. She swore she’d never fall for an idol. So why does it feel like he’s winning?

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Y/N's POV

I never understood the hype around Psychic Fever. Sure, they were talented, decent voices, killer dance moves, and ridiculously good looking young guys. But after a month of working as an assistant camerawoman for their Japan Tour Concert, I had one conclusion.

Kokoro was an absolute pain and so full of himself.

On camera? He was all charm, flashing grins, throwing winks, and hyping up fans with his smooth voice. But the moment the cameras turned off, his cocky attitude came out full force. He wasn’t rude, but he had this smugness that screamed, "I know I’m hot" kind of thing.

And I? I was immune. Or at least, I thought I was.

The first time we met properly, I was setting up a camera backstage. Kokoro walked past, his bag over his shoulder.

“You’re new, right?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He smirked. “Don’t fall for me.”

I almost dropped the camera. “HA?"

He chuckled and walked away, waving. “You’ll see.”

Oh, I saw all right. I saw him flirt with every female staff member, flashing his annoyingly perfect smile, and act like he's the most handsome here.

The worst part? Everyone loved it. I cringed. What the fucking hell.

After a week of being around the group during their rehearsals, I was also filming for their Youtube Vlogs. I had to admit.. they weren’t all bad. The other members were pretty chill. They worked hard, joked around, and treated the staff well. Even Kokoro, as annoying as he was, wasn’t lazy at all.

He was very hardworking and wants the best for their fans. 

It was a long day of shooting and rehearsals, and my patience was wearing thin. Kokoro had been teasing me nonstop. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” he finally asked as I adjusted a mic.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why do you always look like you want to strangle me?”

I sighed. “Because you you're so full of yourself"

He laughed. “Maybe I just like teasing you.”

I scoffed. “Well, congrats. It’s working.”

He leaned closer, his smirk softening. “Good. That means you’re paying attention to me.”

Haaa!? 

I hated how my stomach flipped at that moment. How the hell he can twists the situation just like that? 

Annoying.

Infuriating.

A menace to my existence.

Kokoro was all of the above, and at this point, I was convinced that his sole purpose in life was to test my patience.

Smirking whenever I accidentally glanced his way.

Winking when he caught me staring for literally half a second.

Waving at me like we were best friends when in reality, I wanted to strangle him.

And worst of all?

Everyone knew.

I had been very vocal about my dislike for Kokoro.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Stop pestering me!”

“Are you winking at me? Do you want to wink forever?”

And every single time, the other members of Psychic Fever just laughed.

Because to them, our "rivalry" was entertainment.

“Oh, Y/N and Kokoro are at it again" Jimmy commented

“This is better than a drama” Ren whispered

Some even started placing bets on when I’d finally snap.Tsk. Jerks.

The next morning, I had a new goal: avoid Kokoro at all costs.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

Because Psychic Fever’s tour wasn’t over yet.

And as the assistant camerawoman, my job was to literally follow them. Especially him.

Lucky me. 

Kokoro wasn’t dumb. He knew I was avoiding him.

And instead of ignoring it like a normal person, he made it his mission to make my life harder.

Because right now, standing in the middle of the concert venue with my camera aimed at Kokoro, I was experiencing my worst nightmare.

The song was sexy. Too sexy.

The beat was slow but intense, the bass vibrating through the floor. The lights were dimmed, flashes of deep red and blue cutting through the stage like a fever dream. The other members were already in sync, their movements sharp yet fluid. But my job? My job was to focus on one person.

Kokoro.

And he knew it.

He wasn’t just performing... he was playing with me. The hell...

Kokoro was in the center stage, moving with a smoothness that was almost unfair. He wore a fitted black shirt with long necklaces around his neck, his toned frame illuminated under the stage lights.

And then... He grabbed his jacket.

I watched through my camera as he slowly slipped it off one shoulder, his fingers dragging over the fabric slowly. Like he was teasing me.

The screams from the audience exploded. Fangirls going gaga over him and recording through their cellphones.

But me? I nearly forgot to breathe.

If they only knew how cocky he is.

Because as he did it.. he looked right at me. Like he was s-seducing me.

His eyes locked onto mine through the lens, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I tensed.

No way. He’s not doing this on purpose… right?

He kept glancing at me.

Between dance moves, between body rolls that should be banned, between moments where he ran his hand through his damp hair—he kept looking at my camera.

At me.

Fuck!

I gritted my teeth. Focus, Y/N. You’re a professional.

But it was impossible to focus when he was moving like that.

The moment he tugged at his shirt, lifting it just enough to show his toned stomach, I nearly dropped my camera.

I felt my ears burn. This should be illegal. This should be illegal. This should be—

And then he grinned.

A knowing, teasing grin.

Like he could tell exactly what I was thinking.

Like he was enjoying this.

The hell..

I hated him.

I hated how smug he was. I hated how he knew exactly what he was doing.

And most of all?

I hated how my heart was still racing long after he'd walked away from the stage.

I'm doomed. I'm so doomed.

I shouldn't have fall for him. Y/N, dont fall for Kokoro

----- The end.

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In My Head- Ryuta Hidaka Fanfic

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is pure fiction, don't take it seriously. This is based on the song In My Head by Ballistik Boyz. I suggest to listen to that while reading.

WC: 700+ words

Summary: Ryuta and Miria's final game of billiards mirrors the end of their relationship.

Warning: slight angst, heartbreak , break up

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The billiards hall wasn’t as lively as it used to be. The low hum of conversations and the occasional clatter of cue balls felt muted, distant. Ryuta stood at their table, running his fingers over the edge. It was where everything started. The late nights, the playful bets, the stolen glances.

Now, it was where everything was about to end.

Across from him, Miria leaned against her cue stick. She looked tired, not in the way that came from lack of sleep, but the kind of exhaustion that came from fighting a losing battle. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but no words came. She just watched him, her eyes shadowed with the weight of too many unspoken things.

“Your turn” she finally said, her voice softer than he remembered, like she didn’t want to disturb the fragile quiet between them.

Ryuta nodded, gripping the cue tighter than he needed to. He lined up his shot, the angle familiar and yet distant, like everything else in his life lately. The cue ball rolled, tapped another ball, and stopped just short of the pocket.

“Missed again” he muttered.

“You’ve been missing a lot lately” Miria said, a sad smile tugging at her lips. it hit him harder than he wanted to admit.

He looked at her then, really looked at her. The girl who had been his closest friend, who’d shared every corner of his world, who’d become his everything. Now, she felt like a stranger he couldn’t quite reach.

“Miria... " he said, his voice low, almost pleading. “Do you think we can fix this?”

Her fingers tightened on the cue stick as she took a shaky breath. “I don’t know, Ryuta. I want to. I’ve been trying, but… it feels like we’re both holding onto something that’s already broken.”

Her words cut through him. He wanted to protest, to tell her that they could still put the pieces back together, but he couldn’t. Deep down, he knew she was right. The fights, the silences, the way their laughter had turned into strained smiles—it wasn’t what they used to be.

“I never wanted this. You’re my best friend, Miria. You’ve always been” he whispered.

“And you’ll always be mine” she said, her voice trembling. “But maybe… maybe we’re holding each other back now. Maybe we’re better apart.”

The room felt heavier, the space between them suffocating. He searched her face, hoping for a hint of doubt, something that would give him a reason to fight. But all he saw was the same pain he felt, mirrored back at him.

“I don’t want to lose you” he said, Ryuta's voice cracking.

“You’re not losing me” she said, stepping closer and placing a hand over his. “But this… us… we’re hurting each other by trying to hold on.”

She pulled her hand away slowly, like letting go of something she’d clung to for far too long.

Miria picked up her cue and lined up her shot. He watched as she sank the final ball into the corner pocket, the soft thud echoing in the silence.

“I guess I win” she said, her lips curving into a bittersweet smile.

“You always do” he replied, his chest aching with the weight of everything he couldn’t say.

She set the cue stick down carefully, as if breaking the moment too quickly would shatter them both. Miria turned toward the door but paused, glancing back at him. Her eyes glistened under the dim lights.

“Take care of yourself, Ryuta” she said softly.

And then she was gone.

Ryuta stood frozen, staring at the spot where she had been. The billiards hall felt empty. He sank into one of the chairs, resting his head in his hands.

The table stood silent, the scattered balls a reminder of what had once been whole. Their laughter, their love, their unbreakable bond—all of it now felt like a ghost haunting this place.

The game was over.. Their Love story was over..

--- THE END.

Thank you so much for reading. If you have spare time, please also read my other works.

In my head fanfics:

Miku Fukahori, Rikiya Okuda, Masahiro Sunada, Riki Matsui, Ryusei Kainuma, Yoshiyuki Kano

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Silent Mornings

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a fiction from my delusions 😆

Word count: 2.2K

Genre: rom-com, fluff

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Eizel’s POV

Every morning, I had my routine: wake up, make coffee, playing my favorite song, ignore the pile of magazine articles waiting to be edited, and most importantly—sketch my neighbor, Kazuki.

It wasn’t my fault. Really. He just had this… presence, you know.

 Standing on his balcony, sipping his coffee like some handsome protagonist in a drama, with his messy black hair and stupidly attractive face. His orange cat, Yoshi, would curl around his feet like a fluffy sidekick. It was unfair how effortlessly cool he looked.

So, naturally, I did what any artist would do—I drew him. Over and over again. I can't stop myself because he looks like an art

I convinced myself it was for artistic practice. Nothing weird. Nothing creepy. Just innocent sketching of my unaware (and ridiculously handsome) neighbor

Until one morning, I looked up from my sketchbook while drinking coffee to find Kazuki staring straight at me.

“You draw me a lot, don’t you?” he asked, smirking.

I nearly choked on my coffee. Uh-oh! Busted.

“W-what? No! I mean—maybe? Not in a weird way! It’s just—you have a very drawable face!” I blurted out, trying to hide my sketchbook behind my back like a guilty child.

Kazuki leaned on his railing, amusement dancing in his eyes. “A very ‘drawable’ face, huh?”

“Yes” I said, attempting to sound confident. “Symmetry. Structure. Good lighting. That’s all.”

He chuckled, taking another slow sip of his coffee. “And here I thought you were secretly in love with me"

My soul left my body. “WHAT!?!”

Kazuki laughed like, full-on, head-tilted-back laughing. Even Yoshi meowed like he was in on the joke.

I scowled. “You wish.”

“Maybe" he said, still grinning. “Or maybe I just like knowing you’re watching.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but then he started humming. Not just any song—my favorite song. The song I always played every morning.

I blinked. Hold on.

“…Have you been watching me too?”  I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

Kazuki just winked before heading back inside, leaving me standing there, flustered, holding a sketchbook full of his face.

Well. Crap.

After that incident, Kazuki was relentless.

Ever since I tragically let slip that I had been sketching him for months, he made it his life’s mission to see my drawings. And worse? He was good at getting what he wanted.

It started small.

“Eizel, I got you coffee” he announced one morning, holding up a cup from his balcony.

I eyed it suspiciously. “What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing.” His innocent expression was not convincing.

I folded my arms. “Try again.”

Kazuki sighed dramatically. “Fine. One sip in exchange for a peek at your sketches. This cup probably 10 sips so... 10 sketches”

I scoffed. “Not happening.

The next day, he showed up at my door with a bag of pastries.

“Eizel, my favorite neighbor!” he greeted, way too cheerful.

I raised a brow. “What do you want now?”

He held up a croissant like it was a rare treasure. “One sketch for one pastry.”

I shut the door in his face.

But Kazuki wasn’t one to give up.

A week later, he tried again convincing me..

I was working late at my desk when my phone pinged gor notification. It was a photo of Yoshi, wrapped in a tiny blanket, looking like a helpless little burrito.

Kazuki: I’ll let you hold him if you show me a drawing.

I stared at the screen, horrified.

Me: You wouldn’t.

Kazuki: Oh, but I would.

Kazuki: Look at his tiny face. He wants you to say yes.

Me: You’re evil.

Kazuki: A very persistent evil.

I groaned, staring at my sketchbook like it had personally betrayed me.

In the end, I gave in. But only one sketch.

Kazuki studied it like it was a masterpiece, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “You’re really good" he said softly.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”  i said while petting Yoshi on my lap. They are here in my apartment at the moment. Yoshi loves petting him. He keeps meowing when I scratching his head to back.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine. “So… does this mean I get to see more?”

I whacked his arm with my sketchbook. Kazuki just laughed. A manly laughed that makes my heart flatter. Oh crap. This is not good.

The very next morning, as I sipped my coffee and totally wasn’t looking at his balcony, I heard a familiar voice.

“Not sketching today my neighbor?"

I nearly inhaled my drink. Coughing violently, I turned to find Kazuki leaning against his railing, coffee in one hand, an infuriating smirk on his lips. I really caught off-guard on the word 'my'.

What the hell, Kazuki.

“Are you going to keep doing this?” I wheezed.

“Doing what?”

“Catching me off guard every morning"

Kazuki chuckled.

I groaned. 

Yoshi, his fluffy orange accomplice, stretched on the railing, flicking his tail like he, too, was judging me.

Kazuki tilted his head, eyeing my sketchbook. “So, do I get to see one of them today?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not even one?” He pouted. Actually pouted. Was this man trying to kill me? 

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“I’ll let you pet Yoshi again.”

I hesitated. “...Tempting but no.”

Yoshi meowed as if encouraging me to betray my principles. I narrowed my eyes. “Bribery won’t work this time”

Kazuki tapped his chin. “Alright. How about this—one sketch for one favor.”

I frowned. “What kind of favor?”

He grinned. “A date.”

My brain hanged “A da—wha—HAH?!”

Kazuki laughed at my malfunctioning. “Relax. It doesn’t have to be a romantic date. Just a normal, friendly one. Actually, I want you to invite to our gig and dinner after."

"Do you play?" 

"No. I sing.. So what do you think?"

I stared at him. "Wait a minute... I think I'm getting a bad deal here. You invited me then I'll show my sketches? How about singing my requested song and I'll show you my sketches"

"Deal" Kazuki chuckled.

I glanced at my sketchbook. The one filled with his face. The one I had been guarding. And then I looked at Kazuki—smiling, confident, warm.

As he walked back inside, I sat there, face burning, heart racing.

A date. With Kazuki.

God, What have I done?

I had officially lost my mind.

The moment I arrived, he spotted me from across the room and sent me a wink. I immediately pretended to be deeply fascinated by the drink menu.

The place was packed, place with excitement. Kazuki’s bandmates set up their instruments while he chatted with the audience like he owned the room. Which, judging by the way people reacted to him, he practically did.

And then he started singing. And I almost dropped my drink.

I knew Kazuki could sing, obviously. But hearing him perform was a whole different experience. His voice was smooth, deep, and unfairly captivating. He commanded the stage effortlessly, his presence magnetic.

And then.. he made eye contact with me.

Oh, hell no.

My heart did something weird and stupid, and I looked away so fast.

I focused on my drink, on the wall, on anything but Kazuki, who was very much singing my requested song, because I was dumb enough to make that part of the deal.

When the song ended, I reluctantly looked back up only to find Kazuki still staring at me.

His smirk was full of amusement, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

This was a mistake.

After the set, Kazuki found me instantly and stand in front of me.

“So?” He grinned, hair slightly damp from the stage lights. “How was it?”

I cleared my throat, attempting to sound normal. “It was… fine.”

Liar.

“Fine?” He gasped. “That was the most passionate performance of my life, and you’re giving me a fine?”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay. You were good.”

Kazuki leaned in slightly. “Good enough for you to show me a sketch?”

Damn it.

I clutched my bag. “Ugh.. A deal’s a deal, I guess.”

Kazuki’s grin widened as I reluctantly pulled out my sketchbook. I flipped to one of my less embarrassing drawings of him and held it out.

He took one look at it and went completely silent.For the first time, Kazuki was actually speechless.

I shifted uncomfortably. “...Well?”

He exhaled slowly, a soft, almost disbelieving smile forming while flippinh the pages. “Eizel, this is—” He stopped, looking at me like I had just handed him something precious.

My face grew unbearably warm. “It’s nothing special.”

Kazuki gently closed the sketchbook and looked at me, his expression unreadable.

“It is” he said. “Because it’s how you see me.”

Oh. Oh.

OHHHHHHHH

Why did he have to say things like that?!

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After that gig, Kazuki and I had gotten too comfortable with each other

Between morning coffee chats and his constant attempts to fluster me, I had somehow become a regular at his gigs.

He even started calling me his "lucky charm." I called it nonsense. My boss, however, called it fate.

Because one morning at work, she walked up to my desk, slapped a file in front of me, and said, "Eizel, I need you to interview a band for our next issue."

I flipped it open and froze.

On the page, staring smugly at me, was Kazuki and his band.

"You okay?" my boss asked, raising a brow.

I forced a laugh. "Haha. Yeah Totally fine. Love this assignment. Not panicking at all."

When I arrived at the studio for the interview, Kazuki looked way too excited.

"Eizel!" He beamed, lounging in his seat like he owned the place. "Nice seeing you here."

I scowled, sitting across from him with my very professional notepad. "You knew about this, didn’t you?"

Kazuki smirked. "Maybe."

I groaned. This was going to be hell.

Still, I had a job to do, so I took a deep breath and started.

I tried to act normal. Really.

Kazuki, of course, made that impossible. I shot him a look, praying my face wasn’t giving away the sheer panic setting in. Professionalism, Eizel. Pretend you don’t know him. Pretend you haven’t memorized his coffee order and the way he hums when he’s nervous. Pretend he’s just another interviewee.

I cleared my throat, flipping open my notepad. “Let’s start.”

Kazuki leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “No small talk first? No ‘How are you, Kazuki?’” He placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “I’m hurt.”

I inhaled sharply, looked at the staff and forcing a polite smile. “How are you, Kazuki?”

He grinned. “Better now that you’re here.”

His bandmates groaned, one of them muttering, “Here we go again.”

I ignored the heat rushing to my cheeks and powered through. Focus, Eizel. This is just work.

Eizel: “Alright. First question. What inspired this album?”

Kazuki actually answered seriously, his usual playful demeanor shifting into something more thoughtful. “Life. Love. The things blah blah blah..”

I nodded, pretending that answer didn’t make my stomach flutter. “And the writing process? Do you work on lyrics together?”

Kazuki shrugged. “We all contribute, but the best ones come from real experiences."

The interview flowed easily. We talked about their tour, their songwriting, their future plans. Somehow, Kazuki managed to stay relatively well-behaved.

But then… it was time for the final question.

I hesitated, gripping my notepad a little too tightly. It’s just a question. A normal, totally harmless question.

I swallowed. “Is there someone in your heart right now?”

Silence.

Kazuki leaned back, his smirk slowly returning. His bandmates exchanged knowing looks.

Then, he answered.

“Yeah.” His voice was softer this time

My breath hitched. Nope. Nope. Not assuming anything. He could mean anyone. Maybe some actress. Or a mysterious ex. Or something.

“Who is it?” I asked, trying to sound unaffected.

Kazuki tilted his head, his eyes gleaming. “She’s an artist.”

My heart stopped.

“A really talented one.”

Oh. Oh no.

Kazuki smirked. “Has a habit of sketching people from her window.”

The entire room exploded.

His bandmates whooped, laughing and pounding the table. The magazine staff exchanged excited whispers. The photographer nearly dropped his camera.

And I?

I sat there, gaping at Kazuki like he had just publicly proposed.

What the hell Kazuki

“You—” I started, completely horrified.

Kazuki leaned in slightly, his chin resting on his hand. "So, Eizel..." he paused, smirk widening. "How about a real date this time?"

--- THE END AHHHHHH. THANK YOU FOR READING. if you have spare time, check my other stories (here)

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˖ The Night We Fell ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

A/N: Hi! Eribin here! Please bear with my English, I'm not perfect, so as this story. This is just a FICTION, separate this from reality. The plot is mainly from my delusion. I made this story because of the picture above. This picture made me awake for dayssss!!! DAYSSS!!! Leiya, what a sexy man you are 😭❤️

WC:

Genre: fluff, emotional connection, light hearted romance

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The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a street lamp passing through the window.They got caught in the rain, so they went to a hotel nearby to pass the time. They went on a date. Leiya is courting Y/N for almost 3 months now. He wanted to pursue her, even it takes years to get her sweetest YES, he will wait. It wasn’t planned, but somehow, it felt right.. just the two of them, tucked away in this quiet space, away from the world.

Leiya lay lie down on the bed, his chin resting on his hands as he stared at Y/N with a lazy grin. His hair was messy from the day, his tank top slightly wrinkled, and yet, he looked effortlessly charming.

“Why are you smiling like that?” she asked, breaking the silence. She was sitting in the other side of the bed. The rain poured so hard and base on the news it wasn't letting up anytime soon. Probably, not until early morning.

He shrugged “Just thinking” he simply said. 

“About what?” She tilted her head, pretending to be unaffected by his piercing gaze, but her heart betrayed her. It was beating so hard. She likes Leiya for a very long time. She just testing him if how many months could Leiya last courting her.

Leiya hesitated for a moment, as if gathering courage. “You” he said softly.

Her heart flipped. She laughed, a quiet, nervous sound. “You’re such a flirt, you know that?”

“Maybe” he admitted, his grin widened. “But it’s true. I’ve been thinking about how lucky I am to have you here. Right now. In this moment." He added.

Her chest tightened, and she looked down at the blanket, fiddling with its edge. She bit her lips to keep herself smiling “You’re so dramatic” she mumbled.

Leiya propped himself up on one elbow, his expression turning serious. “I mean it, though. You make everything feel lighter. Even when life’s messy, even when I don’t have everything figured out… you’re my favorite part of the day.” 

She didn’t answer right away, her fingers frozen on the blanket. Her breath hitched when his hand brushed against hers, his fingers slowly intertwining with hers, steady and sure.

He shifted closer, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered there, brushing against her cheek, and she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. That simple gesture makes her butterflies run wild.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with a tenderness that made her chest ache. “I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you laugh, the way you get that determined look in your eyes when you’re focused… everything about you just--”

“Leiya…” she cut him off, her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding.

“What?” he asked, his lips curving into a playful smile.

“Stop talking.”

His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could respond, she leaned in, closing the space between them. Her lips brushed against his in a kiss so soft, it was barely there yet it made the world stopped for a while.

Leiya froze for a moment, eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Then, with a quiet laugh that sounded like relief, he reached for her cheeks and kissed her again. His thumb brushing against her skin as he deepened the kiss, slow and filled with unspoken feelings he had been carrying for months. 

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, they both wore matching smiles.

“So, does this mean you and I-- we-- we're--” He stammered, his voice trembling with nervousness.

"Leiya, you're terrible with words" she laughed as she shook her head. 

"We just kissed and.. and-- I-- I mean, I didn't expect that at all, Y/N... So it means.. were officially dating?" Leiya said as he held her hand. His eyes filled with hope. 

For a moment, she just stared at him. Studying his face. From his messy black hair that she want to run her hand through it, from his expressive eyebrows, slightly arched but not groomed. His doe eyes, that giving off an impression of innocence. His thick and long eyelashes that I'm jealous of. His well-defined nose, slightly narrowed bridge. It just fit perfectly as if sculptured with care. And lastly his pink lips, it often curved effortlessly charming and full of life. His smile started small, a subtle curve at the corners of his lips, but when he truly smiled, it was radiant, bright and genuine, lighting up his entire face.

There was something comforting in his smile, like a quiet reassurance that everything would be okay. Whether he was teasing, laughing, or simply sharing a moment, his smile had a way of drawing you in. And his smile is my favorite part of his face.

"If you want to kiss again, just say so.." he chuckled, she rolled her eyes at him. 

"What!?" She exclaimed 

“You were staring at my luscious lips" he said dramatically, touching his mouth with his fingertips. “What else am I supposed to think? I know, I know, no one can resist my lips and my charm.” He smirked.

"Oh, shut up." Y/N said and picked up the blanket near her and throw it to Leiya. 

Leiya let out a loud laugh, catching the blanket and tossing it aside. He could tell she was flustered, but instead of teasing her more, he just smiled. He didn’t want her to feel awkward after the kiss. He just wanted her to know how happy he was.

Because, oh God!! she kissed him. He didn’t expect that at all. But it made his entire world spins so fast. It gives butterflies and no one could ever do that. Only her. 

With a grin still on his lips, he glanced at her, his heart thudding in his chest. “So… can I call you mine now?”

She bit her lip, pretending to think, before finally looking at him with a soft smile.

“Took you long enough to ask.” she said.

Leiya let out a laugh that light, relieved, completely in love. He pulled her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles.

“So… does this mean I finally get my ‘yes’?”

She squeezed his hand. “Yes, Leiya. You finally got it.”

Leiya whooped in victory, pulling her into a hug, burying his face in her shoulder. “Finally! Three months, Y/N! I think... I deserve a reward.”

She giggled. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Another playful smirk appeared on his lips as he pulled back slightly, looking at her expectantly. His brows wiggles.

“Well…” he tapped his lips, thinking deep thought. “Another kiss sounds like a fair prize.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “you're so shameless”

Leiya gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Me? Shameless ? I think I earned it”

She sighed dramatically but leaned in, pressing a quick peck on his cheek.

Before she could move away, Leiya turned his head at the last second—causing her lips to land half on his cheek, half on the corner of his mouth.

Y/N froze, her eyes widening. “Leiya!”

He grinned, looking way too proud of himself. “Oops!”

She smacked his arm, but he just laughed, catching her hand and intertwining their fingers again. Then, in a much softer voice, he said, “I’m really happy right now.”

Y/N felt her heart melt at his sincerity. “me too.”

Leiya’s grin widened. “Good, because I’m planning to keep you forever.”

As the rain continued to pour outside, inside that small hotel room, Leiya and Y/N sat close, warmth radiating between them. And for the first time that night, neither of them cared about the storm outside.

Because right now, in this moment, all that mattered… was them.

-------- THE END

Thank you so much for reading ❤️ If you have some spare time, you can read my other stories (here).

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Failed Confession

A/N: please bear with my english, this is not perfect. This is a FICTION. I'm dedicating this one shot story to one of my online friends here @kimie-chan HAPPY BIRTHDAY GURL! ENJOY YOUR DAY AND ENJOY THIS STORY I MADE FOR YOU ❤️ LOVE YOUUUUU (syempre mas mahal ka ni Yusei)

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Kimie's POV

Today is the day.

The day I finally confess my love for Hori.

After spending countless nights overthinking, rehearsing in front of my mirror, and watching every rom-com anime and dramas for inspiration, I’ve decided—it’s now or never.

I carefully wrote my confession letter last night, making sure every word sounded natural but not too desperate. I even sprayed it with my favorite perfume.. subtle yet alluring. The plan? Hand it to him directly after his dance practice.

Hori is the dance club president, the star of our school’s troupe. He moves like he’s weightless, like he was born for the stage. Meanwhile, I dance like a malfunctioning robot that ran out of battery. So yeah, I never made it into the club.

But that doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m going to confess!

As I head to school, my excitement dies a little. Because I have to pass through the alley.

You know the one—where the school’s unofficial gang of delinquents hangs out, looking all tough and mysterious, like they just walked out of a shoujo manga. I hate this route, but taking the long way would add an extra hour to my already miserable morning routine.

So, as usual, I take a deep breath, tell myself to mind my own business, and walk as fast as I can.

But my stupid eyes betray me.

I steal a glance—just a tiny one and BAM! Eye contact.

With Yusei.

Yusei, the school’s resident bad boy. The one who’s always frowning, always skipping class, and somehow, despite being a delinquent, still manages to be stupidly good-looking.

He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, staring right at me. WHY IS HE LOOKING AT ME!?

Panic mode: activated.

I whip my head forward and practically sprint the rest of the way to school. Nope. Not today.

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After classes, I casually (totally not stalking) watch Hori as he talks to—wait, hold on.

He’s talking to Yusei.

Why the hell is he talking to Yusei?!

Are they friends? Do they even know each other? Since when does Hori associate with delinquents?!

This is fine. Totally fine. I’ll just kill time in the library and wait for his practice to end.

One hour later, I march to the gymnasium, hyping myself up.

"Okay, Kimie, this is it. You’ve liked him for a year. If he accepts, great! If not, at least you tried. No regrets. You got this!"

I peek inside. Most of the club members have already left. Good sign. That means Hori is probably still cleaning up.

I spot him inside the locker room, fixing his stuff. He’s alone. Perfect!

I take a deep breath, fix my hair for the hundredth time, check my pocket mirror, reapply my lip balm, and mentally prepare for battle.

It’s now or never.

With my heart hammering against my chest, I walk into the locker room entrance.

The moment I sense someone coming out, I instinctively bow, holding the letter out with both hands. DO NOT LOOK UP.

“I like you! I’ve liked you for almost a year now! Please accept my letter!”

I squeeze my eyes shut, my entire body trembling from embarrassment. This is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done.

Silence.

Then—

“Oh? Yusei, nice one, man! Another confession again?”

Wait.

WHAT!!!???

My eyes snap open.

Instead of Hori’s kind and graceful face, I see Yusei standing in front of me, looking completely amused.

HOLD UPPPPPP—WHY IS IT YUSEI!?

I turn my head in horror as Hori pats Yusei on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you two to talk” he says, smiling at me before casually walking away.

NOOOOOOO!!! COME BACK!!! THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING!!!

I open my mouth to call after him, but—

“H-Horii—wai—”

Before I can explain, Yusei gets the letter from my hands like he’s taking candy from a child and walks off.

“H-hey! That’s mine!” I chase after him, reaching for the letter, but he holds it up, out of my reach.

“It’s mine now” he says coolly, his deep voice making my heart stutter in the worst way possible. “You just confessed. You gave it to me.”

I freeze.

He’s right. Technically, I did hand it to him.

Oh my god, I just confessed to Yusei.

I must look like an idiot because he smirks, waving the letter playfully before turning to leave.

“Thank you for the letter" he calls out.

I gawk at him. “T-that’s not for you!”

He stops, turns around, and smiles.

“I know” he says. “See you tomorrow, cutie.”

CUTIE!? WHO!? ME!?

And with that, he leaves me standing there, completely wrecked.

---The Day After--

I barely sleep. My entire night is spent playing my failed confession in 4K Ultra HD.

I don’t want to go to school 😭

I don’t want to see Yusei’s smug face.

I don’t want to see Hori, who probably thinks I like Yusei now.

I want to disappear.

But life is cruel, and so is my alarm clock.

Dragging myself out of bed, I realize—shit, I have to pass through the alley again.

Yusei is definitely going to be there, waiting to humiliate me.

Maybe I should start waking up an hour earlier just to take the long way.

But when I reach the alley—

It’s empty.

Huh?

That’s weird. Yusei and his delinquent squad are always here.

I sigh in relief. Maybe today won’t be so bad after all.

But just as I start walking toward school—

A familiar voice behind me says—

“Looking for me, cutie?”

OH. MY. GOD.

I freeze.

My brain is still processing from hearing his voice behind me.

Did I mishear that? Maybe it was the wind? Maybe it--

Nope.

I slowly turn my head and there he is—Yusei, standing way too close, his usual frown replaced with a smirk.

“I—W-WHAT!?” I stutter, taking a step back.

He casually shoves his hands in his pockets. “I said, looking for me, cutie?”

CUTIE!? AGAIN!?

I nearly choke on my own spit. “W-WHY WOULD I LOOK FOR YOU!?”

“You were staring at my usual spot” he says, tilting his head. “Kinda cute how disappointed you looked when I wasn’t there.”

EXCUSE ME!??

I quickly shake my head, flailing my hands. “T-That wasn’t disappointment! That was relief! PURE RELIEF!”

He chuckles. CHUCKLES. Like he finds this entire thing amusing.

And then he starts walking beside me.

Wait. WAIT.

“What are you doing!?” I ask, glaring at him.

“What’s it look like?” he replies, walking at my pace like we’re friends or something.

“Uhh, it looks like you’re following me” I grumble.

“I’m not following you” he says casually. “I’m just walking beside you. Big difference.”

I squint at him. “So you just coincidentally decided to go to school at the same time as me? On the same route? Walking right next to me?”

He shrugs. “Guess so.”

This guy— THIS GUY IS A MENACE.

As we enter the school gates together, something shifts in the atmosphere.

People are staring.

People are whispering.

I even see someone trip over their own feet while staring at us like we’re an alien sighting.

A group of girls from my class literally stops walking. ���I-is that Kimie!?” one of them whisper-yells. “With Yusei!?”

“Since when were they close!?” another hisses.

I can hear it all. THE ENTIRE SCHOOL IS SHOOK.

And honestly? Same. What is happening.

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.

I risk a glance at Yusei, expecting him to at least be annoyed by the attention—but no. He looks completely unbothered.

I, on the other hand, feel like crawling into a locker and staying there forever.

And then I see Hori down the hallway.

Hori is standing near his locker, chatting with some dance club members. He looks up just as we pass by.

Our eyes meet. Oh god. He saw me.

Does he think I actually confessed to Yusei yesterday? That I meant to give him the letter? That I—

Before I can even breathe, I suddenly feel a weight on my shoulder.

I glance to my right and

YUSEI JUST PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME.

WHAT THE ACTUAL—!?

“Morning, Hori” Yusei calls out casually.

Hori’s eyes flicker between me and Yusei. His usual calm expression falters just a little.

The entire hallway goes silent.

I hear gasps. Someone drops their books. I think I see a teacher peeking out of the faculty room.

WHAT IS HAPPENING.

I try to get out from under Yusei’s arm, but his grip just tightens slightly.

“Why do you look so tense, cutie?” he whispers near my ear, amusement dripping from his voice.

CUTIE. AGAIN. STOP IT.

Hori watches all of this with a blank face, but something about his expression feels… different.

I gulp.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know one thing—

MY LIFE IS OFFICIALLY RUINED.

---- To be continued ?????

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In My Head- Miku Fukahori ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is pure fiction, don't take it seriously. This is based on the song In My Head by Ballistik Boyz. I suggest to listen to that while reading.

WC: 1.3k words WARNING: Heartbreak, Break-up, angst, emotional distress Summary: Miku and Yani's marriage falls apart after the loss of their son. Grief drives a wedge between them, and despite their love, they realize they can no longer heal together.

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The house was quiet, too quiet, All that could be heard was the distant sound of the TV in the living room. Miku sat on the couch, staring at a program he wasn’t watching. The silence wasn't comforting—it was heavy, suffocating, a constant reminder of what had been lost.

Our marriage. Our marriage has come to its end. I know I love her, but love alone isn’t enough. It takes more than just love—it takes trust, respect, and the ability to heal together. And those things had been slipping away from us since the day we lost our little angel. He thought to himself.

Yani stormed past him, her face tight with frustration. She didn’t even look at him as she headed straight to the bedroom—the one she now occupied alone. Miku’s chest tightened. This had become their routine: ignored conversations, doors slammed shut, silence filling the spaces they used to share.

“Yani, what’s up with you?” he called after her, frustration creeping into his voice. She didn’t respond.

“Yani!” he shouted, standing up and following her. He knew he shouldn’t raise his voice, but her coldness was eating him up, making it harder to keep it cool.

By the time he reached the bedroom, she was standing by the window, her arms crossed over her chest, looking distant, almost fragile in the moonlight. He wanted to reach out, to say something, but the distance between them felt like a wall.

“Yani” he said in a softer voice. “Talk to me. Don’t turn your back on me like this.”

She turned slowly, her eyes tired and filled with a sadness he could no longer reach. “What do you want, Miku? I’m tired. Let’s just talk another time” she said, her voice low and weary.

“Another time?” Miku stepped closer, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Yani, we’ve been putting off ‘another time’ for months now. What’s the matter with you? Let’s talk. Right now.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples, as if the weight of his words was too much to bear. “What are we even going to talk about?” she asked, her tone flat.

“Us” he said simply, his voice soft but full of concern

Her eyes flickered with something—anger? Sadness? Resignation? Miku couldn’t tell. He reached for her arms, holding her close for the first time in what felt like forever. The warmth of her skin sent a pang through his chest, a reminder of what they used to have.

“What about us?” she asked, her voice cracking. Then, suddenly, her resolve broke. “I can’t do this anymore, Miku” she said and her voice was trembling.

Miku froze. The air between them thickened, the silence deafening. He had known this was coming, had felt it in every cold glance, every empty conversation. But hearing her say it out loud felt like it was all falling apart for real.

“W-what are you talking about?” he stammered, his voice shaking. “We’re okay, right? We’re going to be okay…” He was trying to convince himself as much as her.

She turned her face away, wiping the tears that were now streaming freely down her cheeks. “We’re not okay, Miku. You know that. You’ve known it for a long time.”

Miku’s own tears started to fall, blurring his vision. “We can fix this, Yani. We just need to try harder. I still love you. I love us.”

Her laugh was bitter, a sound that tore at his heart. “Love isn’t enough anymore, Miku. We’ve grown apart. I love you—I always will. But since the day we lost him…” Her voice broke, and she pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to steady herself. “Since the day we lost our son, I feel like I died too.”

"Yani" he began softly, "I... I know I've been distant. I should've been there for you. I should've been grieving with you."

She didn't turn to face him. "Should've?" Her voice was low, almost cold. "You weren't there, Miku. You pulled away the moment he was gone. You think I didn't notice? You were so caught up in your own pain that you couldn't even see mine."

Miku flinched, guilt twisting in his chest. "I didn't know how to be there. I didn’t know how to help you when I was falling apart too."

Yani finally faced him, her eyes red from crying. "You didn’t even try. You buried yourself in work, in distractions, in anything but us. And I... I didn't know how to reach you anymore."

Miku's voice cracked as he took a step closer. "I was lost,too Yani. I was broken. I thought if I stayed busy, I wouldn't feel the emptiness."

"You weren’t the only one who was broken!" she snapped, her anger flaring for a moment. "I was falling apart too, Miku! But you couldn't even see it. All I needed was for you to hold me, to tell me we’d get through it together. But you pushed me away, and I did the same because I didn’t know what else to do."

Miku's chest tightened. He wanted to reach out, but the distance between them felt insurmountable. "I never meant to hurt you, Yani. I just... I couldn’t face it. I couldn’t face losing him. I couldn’t face the fact that I didn't know how to fix this—us—anymore."

She looked down, wiping away a stray tear. "You weren't the only one who didn't know how to fix it. But you kept closing me out. And now... Now, I don't even know who you are anymore."

He took a deep breath, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I still love you. I always have. But I think we’ve been grieving in different ways, and it’s tearing us apart."

Yani shook her head, her voice quiet but firm. "We’ve both been grieving, Miku. But we stopped grieving together. And when you don’t grieve together... when you don’t share the pain, it builds walls. Walls we can’t tear down anymore."

Miku stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. "What if we can still fix this? What if we can still heal?"

She looked at him, her gaze filled with sadness. "I don’t think we can, Miku. Not anymore."

Miku stood frozen, the finality in her words echoing in the silence. He had tried so hard to hold onto their love, but he understood now—love alone wasn’t enough to heal the deep wounds they had both suffered.

"Then what do we do?" he whispered, feeling the ground shift beneath him.

Yani wiped her tears away. "We let go. We’ve been holding on to something that’s already broken. It’s time to heal... separately."

Miku sank to the bed, his head in his hands. He wanted to fight for her, for their marriage, but deep down, he knew she was right. The weight of their grief had built walls between them, and neither had the strength to tear them down.

Tears fell freely from his eyes, and for the first time in so long, they both cried together, holding each other as if it was the last time.

As the night stretched on, Miku realized that love, no matter how deep, couldn’t always bridge the gaps created by loss. Sometimes, love meant knowing when to let go.

And as Yani packed her bags the next morning, the house felt emptier than ever. But for the first time in a long time, Miku understood that maybe, just maybe, letting go wasn’t the end, but a new beginning for both of them.

The end ----

THANK YOU FOR READING ❤️ STAY TUNE FOR THE OTHER MEMBER'S STORY. If you have spare time, you can read my other fanfiction. (Here)

Ryuta Hidaka, Rikiya Okuda, Masahiro Sunada, Riki Matsui, Ryusei Kainuma, Yoshiyuki Kano

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Happy 15th anniversary to LOVE YOURSELF by KAT-TUN! The theme song for the Live action drama Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge.

I seriously love this song so much, no kidding. Back then, it boosted my confidence so much. As a teen full of insecurities, this became my comfort song. When I looked up the English translation, I actually cried. (Hala si OA!) The lyrics talk about embracing both the good and bad sides of yourself, reminding us that there's always beauty in just being who we are. Even the parts we don’t like are worth accepting.

Favorite line ko pa 🎶 Kimi ga kirai na kimi ga suki 🎶 — I love the You that you hate.

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woahh~ thank you for this <3

[ENG SUB] Arabashiri

Episode 1

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In My Head- Rikiya Okuda Fanfic

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A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is pure fiction, don't take it seriously. This is based on the song In My Head by Ballistik Boyz. I suggest to listen to that while reading.

Word count: 900 words

Warning: heartbreak, angst, emotional distress, pain of betreyal

Summary: Rikiya and Mao sit in silence, reflecting on their past as they watch the sunset. Rikiya is devastated by Mao's betrayal, while Mao expresses deep regret.

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Rikiya and Mao sat quietly in the car, their gazes at the horizon, overlooking the city. The sun dipped lower, casting golden hues over the small mountain where they used to hang out every night to watch the city turning their lights on. Neither of them said much. The silence between them spoke louder than words.

Rikiya couldn't take the silence anymore. He hopped out of the car, and Mao followed close behind. Their eyes meeting briefly before darting away. Rikiya sat on the hood of his car, staring out at the scenery. Mao stood a few feet away, her arms crossed tightly, as if she could hold back the regret threatening to swallow her whole.

“We used to be inseparable” Rikiya murmured, his voice heavy with sadness. His eyes roamed the view before him, but his thoughts were far away, lost in memories of a love that once he believe would be eternal.

Mao opened her mouth, her voice trembling. “Rikiya, I’m so sorr—”

“I thought we were forever,” he interrupted, his tone paint with pain. “I thought what we had was special. A love that could never break.”

Mao’s eyes filled with tears, and she lowered her gaze to the ground. “Rikiya, I… I want to explain.” Her voice wavered, every word a struggle.

“Explain what?” he snapped, his voice cracking as tears brimmed in his own eyes. “Explain how you cheated? How you shattered my trust? How you destroyed what we built?” He shook his head, looking away. “It’s hard to believe anything you say now, Mao. Every word feels empty and insincere”

“I know” she said, her tone barely above a whisper. “I know I hurt you, and it’s my fault. I’m not here to make excuses or ask for your forgiveness. I just… I need you to know how sorry I am.” She took a shaky breath, her words spilling out like a confession. “I loved you, Rikiya. I still do. But I made a choice, knowing it would break you. You deserve someone who values your love, someone who would never betray you. And that’s not me anymore.”

Her words were like a dagger to his heart. He tried to look away, to hide the tears streaming down his face, but she saw them. She always knew him too well. She felt a pang of guilt, seeing him like this, knowing she was the one who hurt him.

“I don’t hate you, Mao" he said at last, his voice cracking. “I thought we could rebuild, that we could try again. That’s how much I love you. But I can’t… I can’t be with someone who disrespected me, who broke my trust.” He wiped at his face, trying to regain his composure. “You’re right. You don’t deserve me.”

Mao’s face crumpled, a mix of sorrow and guilt flooding her expression. They stood in silence, the weight of their broken love hanging between them like a ghost.

After what felt like an eternity, Rikiya pushed off the hood of the car and walked toward the driver’s side. Before opening the door, he glanced back at her. She stood still, looking more lost than ever.

“Hop in. I’ll take you home” he said, his voice soft but distant. Despite everything, he couldn’t leave her alone on the mountain. It wasn’t in him to let her go like that.

Mao shook her head, forcing a faint smile. “I’m good. Don’t worry about me. I’ll stay a while… I need some time to think.”

Rikiya hesitated. “Are you sure? It’s getting dark. It’s dangerous.”

She nodded. “He’s just around.” Her voice cracked, but the meaning was clear. Her lover was nearby, waiting for her.

Rikiya froze for a moment, then gave her a hollow smile. “Great. Just great.” sounds like defeated murmur.

Without another word, he got into the car and started the engine. But as he drove away, something made him glance in the rearview mirror. He saw a man approaching Mao, and her face lit up with a smile so genuine, so full of love, that it crushed him.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his vision blurring with tears. “She should be the one hurting” he thought bitterly. “She cheated. She betrayed me.”

But the pain in his chest wouldn’t go away. It spread like fire, consuming him. The memories of their happiest moments together replayed in his mind repeatedly. Her laughter, her touch, the way she used to look at him with nothing but adoration.

“This is the last time I’ll think of her” he whispered to himself, though he wasn’t sure he believed it.

He slowed the car one last time, glancing in the side mirror. Mao was embracing the man, her head resting on his shoulder. She looked peaceful. Happy.

Rikiya’s chest tightened as a single tear slipped down his face. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Be happy, Mao. Goodbye.”

With that, he stepped on the gas, driving away from the mountain, the memories, and the love he once thought would last forever. Behind him, the sun had fully set, he was left alone with the crushing weight of his loss.

---- THE END ----

A/N: Thank you for reading!!! Stay tuned for the other member's story. If you have spare time, you can read my other fanfiction. (Here)

Ryuta Hidaka, Miku Fukahori, Masahiro Sunada, Riki Matsui, Ryusei Kainuma, Yoshiyuki Kano

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In My Head- Riki Matsui Fanfic ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is pure fiction, don't take it seriously. This is based on the song In My Head by Ballistik Boyz. I suggest to listen to that while reading.

Word count: 1.1k words

Warning: heartbreak, angst, emotional distress

NOTE: ITALIZED WORDS MEAN FLASHBACKS

Summary: Riki's sitting alone at a restaurant, thinking about his ex and reflects on their past and painful break-up and the struggles with letting go.

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The restaurant was warm inside compared to the chill lingering outside. clinking sounds of utensils and the low hum of quiet conversations filled the space, but to Riki it all sounded muffled. He sat at his usual table by the window, his fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of red wine, its deep ruby color swirling around the stem as if it could somehow erase the heaviness in his chest.

The chair across from him was empty.

It wasn't supposed to be.

Riki swallowed hard, his throat constricting with the weight of the moment. ‘I miss her’ he thought, his gaze fixed on the empty chair as if it could somehow fill itself. His fingers tightened around the wineglass until his knuckles turned white. He tried to shake the thought, but it clung to him, refusing to let go.

This table, this place.. he had chosen it the first time they came here, four years ago, on a rainy October night. The memory hit him all at once, like a wave he didn’t see coming. the warmth of her hand in his, the soft laughter in her eyes when he'd teased her about not liking Italian food.

'trust me' I said with a grin “this place will change your mind.” I added and held her hand. A flashback flooded back in my mind. It was one of those moments, like when everything in life seems just right.

Tonight? No laughter. No teasing. No warm, no shared moments. Only him and silence and space in front of him where she used to have seat.

The waiter approached him with silent yet hesitating steps. the waiter thought that maybe he was waiting for someone because the way he stared at the empty chair in front of him as if someone magically appear out of it.

"Is the other party coming anytime soon?" he asked with gentle uncertainty.

That makes Riki caught off-guard. For a second, he couldn't answer. He blinked, trying to fight back the building up tears.

"No" he finally managed, his voice hoarse, barely a whisper. "It's just me tonight." he added and didn't look at the waiter. He didn't want to see the pity on his eyes. The waiter nodded and walked off, but Riki wasn’t paying attention anymore. His mind was already lost in some other thoughts.

He ran his finger around the rim of his glass. It made him think back to when things felt a lot easier.. when talking until the early hours didn’t feel exhausting, when falling asleep next to her felt like the most natural thing in the world. He could almost hear her laugh, the way her voice would get soft when she said, “I love you” like those three little words meant everything.

But promises had a way of fading. And so had they.

The memories of how they'd been, how they'd fought to keep their connection alive, now felt like nothing. The late-night talks grew shorter, more strained, and then one day, she just stopped. Her absence was not sudden, but its realization was like a slow, suffocating unraveling.

Then just last week.. the conversation that pretty much ripped apart whatever was left between them.

“I think we’ve outgrown each other” Mia said, her voice barely above a whisper, like she was trying to soften the blow. But it didn’t make it easier. “I don’t want to hurt you, Riki, but staying just feels… wrong.”

Her words echoed in his mind, sharper now, as though he could hear them in every corner of the room. He could still remember the way her eyes had avoided his, the quiet apology in her tone that only made it worse. He had wanted to scream, to beg her to stay, but the words never came. He hadn’t been able to say anything. All he could do was nod, the lump in his throat preventing him from uttering even the smallest of pleas. What was there left to say to someone who had already made up their mind?

The waiter came back and set a plate of pasta in front of him, the steam rising from it like it was trying to make up for everything else. “Enjoy your meal” the waiter said quietly, like he could tell something was off. Riki didn’t know if it was the guy’s voice or the way he looked at him, but it felt like he knew that no amount of food or wine was going to fix what was going on inside.

Riki stared at the plate but couldn’t bring himself to touch it. It was just… there, and no matter how he looked at it, nothing about it felt important. He pushed it aside, his gaze drifting back to the empty chair. It felt like the weight of everything was sitting there, like the absence was a physical ache he couldn’t shake off.

His phone buzzed in his bag, a reminder of the messages he hadn't replied to, the calls he hadn’t returned. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled it out and began scrolling. Old photos—vacations they’d taken together, birthday celebrations, blurry selfies that captured a time when everything felt full of life. His thumb hovered over her number, the urge to call her so strong it was almost painful, but he didn’t.

She was moving on. He could feel it. And as much as he hated it, he knew he had to, too.

His hands shook as he pulled up his photo gallery. One by one, he started deleting the pictures of them—every single one. Each photo, a piece of a life he thought he’d never have to let go of, just vanished with a swipe. His chest tightened with each one, like the weight of their past was slipping away, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

When he was done, he shoved the phone back into his pocket, the weight of it somehow heavier now. He fumbled for his wallet, left enough cash to cover the meal, and stood up, his legs feeling like they were made of stone. He didn’t look back.. couldn’t look back.. at the table, at the empty chair, or the life that felt like it didn’t belong to him anymore.

The cold hit him the second he stepped outside. It stung, sharp and biting. But weirdly, it felt like relief, like it was numbing the ache in his chest. He pulled his coat tighter and kept his eyes forward as he walked away from the restaurant, the warmth inside fading with every step.

Maybe this is what moving on feels like, he thought. He wasn’t sure, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. He just had to keep moving, one step at a time. Because sometimes, letting go was the only way to move forward.

A/N: Thank you for reading!!! Stay tuned for the other member's story. If you have spare time, you can read my other fanfiction. (Here)

Ryuta Hidaka, Miku Fukahori, Masahiro Sunada, Rikiya Okuda, Ryusei Kainuma, Yoshiyuki Kano

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Back when I was addicted to Inoo’s puriti charm (around 2011 or 2012) Using Mozilla Firefox as my browser, my fangirl name was Maria Cho🤣 and Look at how aesthetic Twitter and Tumblr used to be. You could even customize the background!

I'm glad that I saved the screenshot of this moment. It's my nostalgic throwback to my old fangirl days.

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This is how it’s been lately.. they’ve been fighting over me, all three of them. AFAGSJSKSLSJJEISKSKK!!!!?!!

NABABALIW TALAGA AKO TONIGHT. I HAD TO DO THIS FOR MY SANITY. JUSKO HIRAP MAKAAHON.

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Unexpected Turn

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. this is also my first time making this kind of story. So.. criticism is very much appreciated. This is pure fiction, don't take it seriously.

Warning: betrayal, heartbreak, angst, slight yandere, emotional distress

Word count: 1.2k words

Cast: Miku Fukahori, Masahiro Sunada, best friend and Y/N (fem reader)

Y/N’s POV

I was walking down the school pathway, heading to my classroom. This month had been rough, to say the least. The sound of laughter and casual conversations around me only made it worse, like they were mocking how broken I felt. Just last week, I was happy.. caught up in the warmth of Masa’s love. But now? Now I was drowning in the pain of betrayal. I loved him so much, but he couldn’t give me the same love in return. I begged him, lowered myself but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t make him love me. I even asked for more time, hoping he’d reconsider, but his mind was already made up.

I pushed open the classroom door, trying to steady myself for whatever lay ahead. The room fell silent, every pair of eyes fixed on me. My heart sank as my gaze locked onto Masa and my best friend. They were sitting close, their bodies leaning into each other in a way that made my stomach churn. The betrayal was palpable, a knife twisting in my chest.

(Masa ❤️)

I was stunned, my face a mask of hurt and betrayal. Of all people, why my boyfriend and my best friend? The two people I trusted the most.She knew how much I loved Masa. He knew how precious our friendship was. Why would they choose to hurt me like this?

They were smiling, laughing and whispering to  each other’s ear. My heart aches seeing them like that. My throat tightened and tears are slowly building up in my eyes and my vision started to blur.

Just as I was about to step back, Miku, a classmate with a mischievous grin, approached me. "Ms. President! Can I copy your assignment?" he asked, his voice filled with exaggerated innocence.

“Pretty please? I won't copy it all. Just the idea” He playfully added.

I nodded numbly, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. As he led me to my seat, he whispered a shocking revelation: "Did you know your ex-boyfriend is a real jerk? He's been cheating on you with your best friend. They've been playing you for a fool. Imagine, all those months, you gave your love, attention and time but he only took you for granted. Tsk tsk tsk. Poor soul.”

The world seemed to stop. The betrayal, the lies, the shattered trust.. It was all too much to bear. I couldn’t believe it. The person I loved, the person I trusted, had betrayed me so deeply. h-how... how could they do this to me?

“H-how? How did you know?” I asked him between my sob. He smiled knowingly and gently wiped away my tears. His touch was surprisingly tender as he intertwined our hands

“I caught them in the act” he said nonchalantly, as if he were discussing the weather rather than my heart being crushed beneath their betrayal. His fingers lingered on my skin for a moment too long, and I instinctively pulled away, shocked by the warmth of his touch.

“Why Miku? Why are you telling me this? I know Masa is your friend. Shouldn’t you be on his side?” I asked. The words slipped from my lips, laced with suspicion and confusion.

“It’s for you to find out, Ms. President” he replied with a smirk that stirred something deep within me. His smirk is telling me something. “If I were you, I’ll seek revenge. I’ll help you. My hands are always available for you” he added, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear with a gentleness that felt almost too intimate for the moment, sending an unexpected thrill down my spine. Involuntarily, my gaze flickered back to Masa and my best friend. I caught Masa watching us, his gaze piercing and intense, while my best friend quickly averted her eyes, clearly guilty. They didn’t even have the courage to face me.

“What’s the catch? In today’s time, nothing is free.” I asked while still looking at them. After seconds I turned my gaze at him. I saw him smirking.

“Nothing— at the moment. I’m just a good Samaritan here and let’s say I hate stupid people and you’re stupid for not figuring it out........ Y/N”  my heart beats faster when he leaned and whispered my name. his breath warms against my ear. His body is leaning slightly forward with a hint of a smirk. Those smirk of his really intrigued me. I almost forgot my real problem here because of him. My heart raced, pounding in my chest with a rapid, almost frantic rhythm. This is the first time I saw this side of him. I always knew him as the clown of the class, he never gets things seriously and love to make fun around.

“I’ll go back to my seat, Ms. President. Think carefully about what I offered to you.” He said and went to his designated seat but before he seated I replied

"After class?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.., and gasps erupted from our classmates, followed by whispers of astonishment and exchanged shocked glances. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and panic gripped me. Had I just invited him to a private conversation? What was I thinking? Hopefully, they wouldn’t assume I had moved on from Masa. The truth was, I was still reeling from the heartbreak. But Miku was right.. I need to get even.

Miku turned back to face me, his grin widening, smug and self-assured. My heart.. there's something wrong with my heart. It was pounding really fast. “Your place or mine?”

------------ THE END ❤️ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. Click here (my other stories) if you want to read my other stories.

(Miku's smirk. Lol. 😂😂😂😂)

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You've Been Workin' Hard, Ei.

A/N: hi! I was writing this while listening to workin' hard by Fuji Kaze. I'm dedicating this short story to my friend, Ei @moonfeiz . I'm not good at advising and comforting but I hope the message in this story resonates with you.

Word count: 600+ words

Genre: slice-of-life

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Hazel sat at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen. The dim glow was the only light in her apartment, and the clock on the corner of the screen showed it was way past midnight. The stack of work she still had to do felt endless, no matter how much she finished. It always adds up.

She had been grinding for weeks, chasing deadlines, and trying to prove herself, but it never seemed enough. She kept telling herself this was the time she’d finally catch up, finally get ahead. Yet, here she was, feeling like she was lost.

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Kimie: "Let’s hang out this weekend! You've been working non-stop."

Hazel sighed. Kimie was right. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw anyone outside of work. She was always working, always pushing herself to be better, faster, smarter. But for what? Her chest tightened at the thought, the weight of the question pressing on her. She didn’t have an answer.

Her thoughts drifted back to earlier that day when Mr. Sato, her boss, had called her into his office. His stern face was still fresh in her memory.

“Hazel,” he said, folding his hands on the desk, “your last report wasn’t up to your usual standard. It was late, and you missed important details.” He paused, leaning forward. “You’re better than this. I need you to give your best—always.”

She nodded, the familiar sting of guilt settling in her chest. “I’ll do better, Mr. Sato.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “This is a competitive field, Hazel. If you want to move forward, there’s no room for mistakes. Keep working hard.”

Those words stayed with her now, replaying in her head as she leaned back in her chair. She felt exhausted, worn thin by the pressure to be perfect. She had always been proud of being a hard worker, but lately, it felt like she was losing sight of why she started this journey in the first place.

Suddenly, her phone started playing an old song she hadn’t listened to in years. The melody was soulful, gentle rhythm, comforting, and the lyrics felt like they were speaking directly to her:

“You've been workin' hard, workin' hard

Maybe you don't understand

But I know that you're workin' hard, workin' hard

Wish I could give you a hand

Baby, you've been workin' hard, workin' hard

Trust the process and be brave, you've been workin' hard

God, you've been workin' hard”

Hazel closed her eyes, letting the song play. Her mind began to wander—back to the girl she used to be. She thought about the time when her dreams weren’t about promotions or meeting deadlines but about creating something meaningful. Drawing her thoughts, dreaming of traveling to far-off places, or laughing with friends until her stomach hurt. Somewhere along the way, she’d traded that for sleepless nights and constant stress.

But maybe... maybe she could change that. Maybe life didn’t have to be all or nothing.

She stood up, stretching her stiff limbs as she walked to the window. The city outside sparkled like a sea of stars, buzzing with life and movement. It reminded her of something Mr. Sato said.. something he probably didn’t mean to sound encouraging but did.

“If you want to move forward, there’s no room for mistakes.”

Maybe mistakes weren’t failures. Maybe they were signs she was trying, pushing, and learning. What if moving forward wasn’t about being perfect but about finding her own rhythm, her own way?

She thought of Kimie's text. Maybe she could start small. Meet up with friends. Pick up her Sketch book again. Let herself dream beyond work. Life wouldn’t wait forever, and she didn’t want to look back one day and wonder where it all went.

Hazel took a deep breath, a weight lifting off her chest. She didn’t have all the answers, and that was okay. She’d take it one day at a time.

Tomorrow, she’d return to work. But she’d do it differently—on her terms. Tonight, though, she’d do something she hadn’t done in weeks, rest.

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Heyy! Just saw your mokoto post.

Can you do the rampage members with s/o who is Shorter than them.

Just Out of Reach

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a fiction from my delusions 😆

Word count: 1k

Genre: rom-com, fluff

CAST: Y/N (fem readers) and Ryutaro Ata

The bell chimed softly as Y/N pushed open the door to her favorite café. The warm aroma of coffee and pastries greeted her, Today is so bright and she felt there's something great gonna happen. Her eyes scanned her usual table by the window, the one with the perfect view of the street outside.

Her heart sank. Someone was sitting there.

There he was. Again.

Ryu.

'What the... Urgh!' She mentally eye-rolled at him. She came near him and crossed her arms.

"Hey, Shortie, Good morning" Ryu called, a smirk spreading across his annoyingly handsome face. Yes, he's handsome but his attitude? Ugly! His tall frame was sprawled comfortably across her table, his dark hair slightly messy as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

Y/N sighed dramatically "Why are you here?"

"To enjoy my coffee in peace," he said, gesturing to his cup. "And to brighten your day, of course."

"It’s my spot," she shot back, marching over and putting her bag down on the table next to his.

He leaned back, his long legs stretching out under the table. "Oh? I didn't see a 'Reserved for Y/N' sign. Did I miss it?" He said, dropping with mock innocence

Her eyes narrowed. "Move." her cheeks are already heating up. Ethan had been her neighbor—and her personal tormentor.. for years. FOR YEARS. At 6'1", he was a full foot taller than her, and he never missed an opportunity to remind her of it.

He didn't budge. Instead, he patted the chair across from him. "Plenty of room for both of us, Shortie."

Y/N groaned but sat down anyway. It wasn't worth the fight, and the other tables were already taken. And beside, she doesn't want to catch attention early this morning.

As she reached for the menu on the counter nearby, Ryu's hand darted out, grabbing it first.

"Looking for this?" he asked, holding it high above his head.

"Ryu!" Y/N hissed, standing up to grab it. But even on her tiptoes, it was just out of reach. She tried to jump but it didn't work.

"You've got to jump higher than that" he teased, his grin widening.

Y/N scowled. "Give it back, or I swear I'll—"

"You'll what?" he interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "Kiss me? Then kiss me Shortie" he added and pouted his lips gesturing to kiss..

Her forehead furrowed with that gesture of Ryu. Without warning, Y/N grabbed the hem of his jacket and yanked him down, catching him off guard. She snatched the menu from his hand and smirked triumphantly.

"Got it" she said, sitting back down.

Ryu blinked, clearly impressed. "Well played, Shortie. Didn't know you had it in you."

Y/N ignored him, flipping through the menu as he leaned his chin on his hand, watching her with a lazy smile.

"Need help picking something? I could order for you. Maybe a kid's hot chocolate?"

"I don't need your help, giant!" she shot back, emphasizing the word.

He chuckled. "Giant, huh? That's new. Kind of like it."

The waitress arrived, and Y/N placed her order with exaggerated politeness, hoping to distract herself from Ryu's amused expression. She ordered her usual, a black coffee and a chocolate croissant.

As they waited for their food, Ryu kept up his relentless teasing.

"So.." he said, tapping the table, "how's the weather down there?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Just the same. Got any new material up there?"

"Plenty" he said, leaning forward. "Like, have you ever considered carrying a stepladder around? Could come in handy."

"Have you ever considered minding your own business?" she shot back.

Ryu grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "Not when your business is this entertaining."

When their food arrived, Y/N tried to focus on her croissant, but Ryu wasn't done yet.

"You've got a little chocolate on your face" he said, gesturing to his own cheek.

Y/N frowned and wiped at her face. "Where?"

"Other side" he said, his expression suspiciously innocent.

She tried again. "Did I get it?"

"Nope, still there."

She glared at him. "Are you messing with me?"

"Maybe" he said, popping a piece of his muffin into his mouth.

Y/N huffed. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you keep sitting with me" he said, winking.

Y/N didn't respond, choosing instead to take a long sip of her black coffee. But she couldn't hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

Ryu noticed, of course. "See? You secretly love it."

"I don't" she said quickly, but her blush betrayed her.

"Sure you don't" he teased. "Want me to walk you home later? In case you need help crossing the big, scary streets little girl?"

Y/N glared at him. "If I need help, I'll call someone taller than you and I’m not little."

"You’re adorable" he corrected, grinning when her face turned red.

Ryu laughed, a deep, rich sound that made Y/N's heart flutter despite herself.

For the first time, Y/N found herself wondering, was this just teasing, or was it something more?

She glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat when their eyes met. That familiar mischievous grin spread across his face, and for a second, she couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe, just maybe, Ryu wasn’t just the annoyingly tall guy who liked to mess with her. Maybe, he liked her... just like she was starting to like him.

------ THE END.

what do you think!? Thank you for reading my one shot. I know it's cliche but I work really hard for it. Thank you sooo much. If you like to read my other stories, click here.

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.·:*¨ ¨*:·. Beyond the Finish Line .·:*¨ ¨*:·.

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a fiction from my delusions 😆 AND FINALLY! I was able to write a story about Makoto. Every time i try to make one, i end up simping over him

words: 1.1k words

Summary: Eri supports her boyfriend, racing champion Makoto Hasegawa, despite doubts from her friend Joan about their relationship.

CAST:

MAKOTO HASEGAWA

ERI

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Eri's heart raced as she leaned against the barricade, her gaze locked on the lineup of sleek cars at the starting line of the Speedway Nationals. Among the thunderous engines and the neon lights reflecting off the hoods , her eyes locked on one car—modified retro black sports car complemented by deep blue accents on the front bumper and lower trims. Makoto Hasegawa wasn’t just the reigning champion of the circuit. To the racing world, he was a living legend.

To Eri, he was her boyfriend. 'my sweet boyfriend' she thought to herself trying not to grin.

Not that anyone believed her.

“Are you still claiming Makoto is your boyfriend?” Joan, her best friend slash perennial skeptic, smirked as she nudged Eri's shoulder.

Eri scowled. “He is! He’s just… private about it.”

“Sure. Let’s see if Mr. Hasegawa even looks your way before the race starts” Joan teased.

Eri crossed her arms, her cheeks warming. It wasn’t like Joan was wrong—Makoto hated public displays of affection. Between the press and his fangirls, he preferred to keep their relationship out of the spotlight. Eri understood that. Most of the time.

But as the engines roared to life, drowning out the cheers of the crowd, she couldn’t help but wish he’d do something—a glance, a wave, anything—to show he saw her.

Makoto’s car idled on the track, its engine purring like a caged predator. His confidence, steady and cocky, was palpable even from the stands. When the flag dropped, the cars lunged forward, a blur of color and motion.

Eri's breath caught as Makoto wove his way through the pack with precision, slipping past opponents in pulling moves that made the crowd gasp. By the final lap, he was neck-and-neck with the other opponent. Then, in a breathtaking move on the inside lane, he surged ahead, crossing the finish line just inches ahead.

The stadium erupted in cheers. Eri's voice joined the chorus, her throat sore from screaming his name. But Makoto didn’t look her way. He climbed out of his car, greeted by a mob of reporters and fans, and disappeared into the chaos.

“See? He doesn’t even know you exist,” Joan said, her tone half-mocking, half-sympathetic. 'Tsk. I don't why I am friends with her.' she thought to herself.

“Shut up, Joan” Eri muttered, though her heart sank.

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An hour later, Eri wandered into the pit area, dodging mechanics and crew members as they swarmed around Makoto's car. She hesitated at the edge of the commotion, unsure if she should approach him. He seemed busy talking to some crew.

“Babe.”

She turned around to find Makoto leaning casually against a workbench, his racing suit unzipped halfway, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. His bleached blonde hair styled in a textured, messy way, giving off a confident, edgy vibe that fits the racing persona. And a smudge of grease streaked his cheek, but his playful smirk was intact plus his deep dimples in his cheeks which it adds more cuteness. Ugh! Unfair

"hey!” she said, trying to sound calm, though the butterflies in her stomach had other plans.

"Enjoy the race?” he asked, stepping closer. That playful smirk firmly in place

“You were amazing,” she said. “That inside turn on the last lap? Ugh! Insane.”

“I had to give my biggest fan a good show” he teased, his voice low and warm.

Eri rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched into a smile. "You didn’t even look at me once out there. Joan thinks I just made stories about us”

Makoto chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Joan sounds annoying.” He looked at her eyes. Her eyes—steady and defiant as always—held that same spark they did on the track, a quiet fire that never wavered. Makoto couldn’t help but smirk, she always had this effect on him.

“She is.” she added, but her cheeks warmed at the soft touch

"well.." he said, his smirk turning into a full grin, “maybe I should give her a reason to stop doubting.”

Before she could ask what he meant, Makoto leaned in and kissed her.. a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and sent her heart racing faster than any car on the track. It was a kind of kiss that made everyone round then disappear.. it was magical. It's only Makoto and her.

When they broke apart, Eri was aware of the stunned silence around them. She turned to see half the pit crew staring in disbelief and Joan staring with wide eyes

“Makoto Hasegawa has a girlfriend?” someone whispered.

Some said "oh! This is a great scoop!"

"We didn't know, I thought he was single"

Makoto wrapped an arm around Eri's waist, his grin never wavering. “Yeah, and she’s my biggest fan. Got a problem with that?”

Eri laughed, burying her face in his chest as the pit erupted into cheers and whistles. Joan, for once, was utterly speechless.

“Feel better?” Makoto murmured into her ear.

“Much,” Eri said, her smile widening.

And just like that, Makoto let his hand fall away, shoving his right hand into his jacket pocket with a small chuckle while his left hand holding Eri's hand. He looked away, but the hint of a smile remained on his lips. (A/N: Pota kinikilig si Makoto asdfghjkll!!)

As they walked away hand-in-hand, Eri realized one thing: life with Makoto might be a whirlwind, but it was the ride of a lifetime—and she was all in.

--------- THE END. THANK YOU SM FOR READING ❤️