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Glory Days Part 19 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Midori’s POV Yuki’s doing? Wha? Late? Goodnight? Having gotten myself a little excited over such a text - the one I receive which I read the next morning after falling asleep on the couch sours my mood and I’m not sure if I should take it with a grain of salt or accept it as being a full out rejection. Biting my bottom lip; I sigh and fall back against the couch, confused at what’s happened and call out the person’s name I usually run to for help at the first sign of a dilemma only to realise that she’s no longer living here. Great - just fucking great! Eyes filling with tears yet trying my hardest not to let them fall, I can feel my breath quivering as I hit speed dial number 1. The hello I hear once the call connects is a little off putting - I had expected Eri to be the more mature one and make contact with me first but it dawns on me that life doesn’t always have to work in such a way to suit the expectations of the underdog. What I manage to muster up and stammer out sounds like the words of an upset 4 year old. “….. Koko, he doesn’t like me.” Without giving her anytime to even respond - even though we’ve been apart for less than 24 hours, I tell her in between sobs that I need her here. “..please! I feel like those nice waffles you make and caramel icecream and I need a hug or something and I know you’re probably busy but I don’t know who else to call.” Getting carried away, it’s a knock at the door which startles me and I apologize profusely; telling Eriko that I have to go quickly but I’ll call her back. Answering; wiping my eyes dry as the door opens, I’m sure of why the person standing in front of me is even here. “Toshi..”, I sigh; this repetative circle of drama seemingly to continue a little longer, “If you’re here for Eri she’s moved out - and no, I’m not sure where she is.” Toshiaki’s POV The information Midori barks in my direction is a little overwhelming and I’m not sure I can process it all, yet I try my best to hold the door open as it’s almost shut on me. Visually, I can see that Midori’s upset and that she’s not willing to put up any kind of fight and decide to use this to my advantage. “You can’t tell me you know nothing.” Midori rolls her eyes heavily and sighs - pursing her lips before staring straight at me. Her eyes are dark; that same tune of maliciousness painted through them which I saw yesterday, making me feel a little bleak. “Toshiaki; I know nothing. Seriously - stop chasing after someone who isn’t making you a priority like some lovesick puppy dog.” Lovesick puppy? Me? No. Impossible. Maybe. “C'mon - you’ve got to be able to tell me something.” My plead comes out a little more pathetic sounding than I want it to; but to be honest, I am a little desperate. Even if not romantically involved, I want to have Eriko in my life somehow. “Honestly.. I…”, the shorter girl pauses and steps aside after a few moments of silent thinking, “Look. You’re a nice guy. Come inside and take a seat and I’ll make some calls and find you the runaway princess that you’re after.” In no obligation to refuse the offer of help; I walk in. Shinichi’s POV [ IMPLIED SMUT ] While she’s on the phone; Eri is more than easy enough to tickle and make squirm; helping me to peel off the clothing she’s wearing one layer at a time, disregarding them with a toss over my shoulder across the room. I can barely hear what the conversation is about or who it’s with; yet a trail of feather light kisses followed every now and again by nips and soft bites across her stomach and over the curves of her chest mute her to silence which urges me on with the intent of making her groan, moan and even scream. Her fingers snaking into my hair; I don’t bother to ask for permission as I push her a little further on the dining table, crawling up, allowing Eri to pull me onto her. It’s a little tight for space but I’m able to get my shirt off; kissing and sucking on Eri’s neck which forces her back to arch and allows me to slip my hands underneath her and unhook her bra; smirking as she pulls the straps off her arms. “..fuck you’re beautiful.”

The mumble comes out a little more enthusiastic than expected; and I pull Eri into me; arms wrapping around her frame not wanting to let go; one holding her waist, one under her ass as I drop us both down onto the bed after walking to it. “You comfortable? Once we’re done you won’t be able to stand straight.”

Eriko’s POV

I have not expected company to join me the first time I use my new bed and I certainly don’t foresee myself in such position this early with a gentleman like Shinichi who has made a move on me though I partially initiate it as I did with Rikiya however, he gave me space when I said it wasn’t the best time.

Before I could manage some kind of response to Midi, the call has been cut off and I throw my phone somewhere out of reach- out of sight out of mind. I hear her and am well aware that she needs me but my arcing body says otherwise.

“You comfortable? Once we’re done you won’t be able to stand straight.”

Straight? I can barely think straight, I know since the sensation of Shinichi’s raw manhood is pressing against my thighs, pushing my boundaries and the ONLY ONE rule I have set for myself. No condom no sex yet here I’m, squirming beneath a man who I somehow is making an exception for reasons unknown.

Perhaps some rough sex with this other hot stranger who’s subtle on the outside but possibly wild on the inside is what I need to get over someone who seems to want me yet I’ll never be good enough for.

His hand grabbing the base of his member with a few rapid strokes then aims at my heated core, I would be groaning or screaming at the satisfaction of being stretched and filled. I would be if the sound of door bell hasn’t interrupted- one that we easily ignore but then comes my phone ringing wherever I have tossed my phone to, follow by impatient knocking on my door with a voice that send chills to my spine every single time.

“Eriko, wake up and open the door.”

I practically jump and cover Shinichi’s mouth before he could make the slightest reaction. “Get dress now.” My tone dead serious while I rush around the flat and fish for my clothes, FUCK is the only word that comes to mind but no noise can be made till I am decent enough to unlock the door and face a fate I’m not ready for!

Anyone would pick up the sense of urgency and Shinichi is fully dressed in no time- possibly another sign of how experienced he could be, maybe he really is a secret play boy but that’s least of my worry right now.

Cracking the door open unwillingly, and as soon as he steps in, the man who for once is pleased with my prompt arrangements has his brows frown so fast wiping away any trace of his attempted smile even being spread across his darken face.

“Is this your other boyfriend? Seriously, Eriko just how much attention do you need? Is he one of the boys Midori mentioned?”

Not only being caught off guard twice in a week is modifying but with another guy watching me beheaded by my father only makes me feel weak and smaller than I did moments ago under Shinichi’s spell.

“Yes, he helped me find this place yesterday so I just wanted to thank him with breakfast.”

“What? Which requires him unbuckling his belt?”

Pulsing my lips, I let out a long sigh, partly annoyed but partly relieved.

“You are more than a disappointment, Eri and my patience is running thin. Don’t push it, once I send you overseas you won’t be back to Japan again.”

I could only nod- that’s nearly all I ever do while living under my family’s roof. Nod, yes and obey, needless to think or process or analyst any situation or information that’s thrown at my face.

“I drop by to see your new place, expecting you to be alone and to give you this.” My father moves to the table which I lied momentarily with Shinichi’s hand all over me, and drop a dark elegant envelope. “Bring the boyfriend,” He says, shooting Shinichi a downcast look before focusing back on me, “I highly doubt I’d like the other friend of yours.”

The dead silence is dreadful and I’m seriously in no mood to even lift a single muscle, inhaling deeply and massaging my temple in attempt to loosen my headache, I politely ask a new friend to excuse himself.

With my cell back in hand, I skim read a very confusing text from Maki which reads, “I miss you and have been thinking about you!”  Some people just never get a hint or is he the type who can’t take no for an answer. Quickly pressing speed dial, I nearly scream at the other end. “Midz, where are you? I think we need two boxes of ice creams!”

Rikiya’s POV

The sound of key turning wakes me up to find myself lying on the couch as Shinichi entering the door. “Long night?” I yawn nonchalantly.

He opens the fridge and takes a heavy sip of beer, “Long story.” It’s only ten in the morning and Shinichi only drinks after five. “I asked her to the ball.”

Knowing damn well that’s to get under my skin, I shrug and get on my feet as he continues. “But she said she wants to play fair.”

That’s my girl! I internally cheer but what Shinichi says next only cut my joy of victory short. “So I saw her naked too.” I ignore his smirk as my heart sink, trying to prepare myself for the roller coaster ride of emotions. “And the answer is no, we were going to but then her dad showed up!”

Joining Shinichi in the kitchen, I listen to his awkward moment of “meeting the parent” while quietly thanking the elderly man for his surprise visit.

“Her dad also implied that he wouldn’t like you very much either and he mentioned she has a boyfriend, looks like there’s so much we don’t know about our troubled princess.”

My fingers tapping on the counter, chewing my dried lips and nodding to his long story. “So you’ve given up?”

Taking another sip and lighting a cigarette, Shinichi lets out a low chuckle. “Nice try, Riki. No, I’m good with troubles.”

Damnit!

Yukihisa’s POV

With Shunichiro nowhere to be seen, I gather my role as cupid must have worked some magic. Having the morning clear, a list of unfinished business comes to mind but only one really deserves my attention and reading a text I didn’t write being sent to a number I don’t recognize, immediately knowing it’s Shun’s doing and who the number belongs to. I rush out the door and head to the girl dorm.

It doesn’t take long to be answered and seeing the exact person I come to see is already one step closer to mission complete, “Great, you are here. Look, Eriko, the text last night… I… couldn’t get you out of my head and it’s driving me crazy.”

Her brows frown in confusion but instead of letting it get to me, I have to get it off my chest. “I need to have sex with you so we could both move on. If Toshi is your concern, don’t worry I won’t tell anyone, it will be our little secret.”

The small scoff from Eri’s makes me nervous and I have had my fair time in the game, I should not be feeling like a junior asking for a girl’s attention. Stepping aside, she opens the door wider with Midori on the couch and dropping her mouth in an O shape, Toshiaki freezes by the door frame with his poker face and balled fists.

Shit!

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Shunichiro Tachibana's POV

Brows raising impatiently and fed up with how fast trouble is already stirring between the growling Yuki and queen of spot light. The bitter sweet temptation for another cigarette emerges almost simultaneously after a quick pat on Toshiaki's shoulder for leaving him with the mess- some things never change. So much for "I'll be right back"- it takes no genius to realize that Midori must have left to attend whatever problem she has outside the gym, this pathetic reunion and back to her life- reality.

The chilled air strikes my face once I am outside and watch a cab disappearing into the night. Not that the idiotic idea of chasing after it ever pops up in my head but the white envelope hiding safely in my pocket hasn't been delivered yet or perhaps it just isn't meant to be. Has the universe spoken? Is this my hint of letting it go? Being friends with an ex really isn't a thing? Is it selfish of me to want her there while knowing that it would most definitely hurt her eventually? I feel a taunting scoff escape my mouth while my hand fishes for the phone and asks Yuki for Midori's address with another hand in the air hailing a cab for my next destination.

I should have chosen the cigarette over closure, I should have known better.

I should have.   

Eriko Sato's POV

Never thought I'd live to a day where Yukihisa Maki could cause me that much pain (non sexually) and each step gets a little harder with blood boiling and heartbeat raising while every cell in my body is yelling for a come back at his venomous so called side of story but the multi faces in front of my eyes and pride get the better of me. 

"Could you be a dear and send me something to eat, I'm craving something sweet." Ignoring the boyish grin from the far too young waiter and sending him away on mission so I'd just face the necessary number of men to try enjoying the rest of this evening. "Not much, Toshi. Just that Midori and Maki are best friends, she completely ignores me like we're strangers and he comes barking at me that they have searched for me. Well, way to show how they value me as a friend, don't you think? So nothing, Toshi, you have not missed a single thing. I'm still that screwed up princess every man just want to fuck and brag." Words just cascade my lips, years of friendship with the loneworlf has amazing effects- never the urge to hide my thoughts, negativity or insecurity. Resting my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, I let go of any awareness of what the other two gentlemen might be feeling or thinking. "Just stay like this for a minute, I will be fine, I promise."

Nothing I couldn't handle- I reassure myself. Being on my own in a foreign country with friends and lover gone, dead brother showing up my door like some Hollywood movie and making my stand in the business world- I sure as fuck can survive a night at a lousy college reunion!

Double Troubles - the reunion.

Midori’s POV

An offhand, un-thought through witticism is about to skim a sweet escape from my lips yet it’s stopped tersely by the sound of my phone pinging that I’ve got tucked away in my purse along with some cigarettes and a lighter; the holy trinity I carry everywhere with me regardless of the occasion or circumstances. Plucking it out; I ignore the drink which gets placed down in front of me – for once, highly concerned about something that doesn’t involve alcohol yet does bring a past I’d rather keep concealed up to the surface and in a split second, I excuse myself with nothing more than a mumbled announcement of ‘I’ll be right back.’

The text reads no more than ‘Outside. Now.’ and from the sender it shows up from – I know better than to waste time dawdling.

Out front of the gymnasium; the sight of a black stretch vehicle sends my heart into a rattled race of dread as a repulsive bile begins to nauseatingly coat the back of my throat. The familiar sound of ‘mommy’ kick starts my maternal instincts into overdrive of which I swore years ago I’d never have and in the blink of an eye, I’ve crouched down to scoop up and cradle a tiny crying pre-schooler. “What’s wrong princess? Why are there tears? Mommy doesn’t like it when you’re upset Sakura.”

It’s an incoherent response as sniffles and a head of hair bury into the crook of my neck as my ex-fiancé comes into view – his usual cocky expression and carelessness demeanor. “She wanted to see you - acts and behaves just like her god damn mother.” Eyes rolling and lips pursing into a thin line of hindrance, I ask Ryoichi to leave and attempt my best at balancing a child in hand whilst calling a cab. He’s a man of few actions and even fewer words – huffing that he’ll be away on business book release for a while now that he doesn’t have to take care of a child, our interaction ends promptly with the slam of a car door before wheels squeal off into the distance.

So much for enjoying a night out to reminisce. “Sakura, baby; Mommy needs to put you down so that she can make a phone call, is that ok?”, I ask with a smile whilst wiping tears from her tiny red raw eyes. Not having Shunichiro’s number to ask for advice and not that I’m sure that I’d want him to see me like this; I message Yukihisa instead, aware – fully – that he’s got the kind of mouth that can open and blurt out just about anything.

Aki’s POV (New Character Alert)

There’s no reason for me to be hanging around this reunion amongst older folk apart from the fact that I’m helping to assist with the catering for the night when an older woman manages to catch my eye with some kind of allure and draw that I can’t explain. Never one for being afraid to get knocked back, knocked down or plain ignored for starting any kind of conversation; as soon as I’ve made the connection of acuity and observation that she isn’t with anything; although the men’s jacket that she has draped over her shoulders may prove otherwise, I’m over like a moth to a flame. Not afraid – at all – to be hurt or burnt.

“Excuse me ma’am – pardon me if this is too forward but if I’m allowed to say, you look absolutely exquisite this evening.”

Glancing all over for a smirk, a blush, the raise of an eyebrow or even a carefree chuckle at how ‘naïve’ or ‘juvenile’ I must seem; the woman doesn’t give off any hint of how she feels or makes of my words. Way to make a horrible first impression – I think to myself before stepping in closer to close any gap of personal space between the both of us. “Beautiful woman like you must have a name to match – so how about we start with the formalities?”, I ask, reaching out to brush some hair neatly behind her ear, “Fujishima, Aki Fujishima”, I introduce myself with a boyish grin, “…and you?”

Mission one – become acquaint.

Maki’s POV

Blasé is how I feel as a deep breath sighs from deep within my chest to see Eriko with another man //boy// this one, definitely half her age… maybe a student even with how baby faced he seems yet my indifference comes to a primary halt as a text comes through from Midori that I’m not expecting asking for help. Not bothering to read the entire thing, I announce quietly to Tachibana that there’s an issue out front and finish my drink before beginning to pace outside.

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Glory Days Part 22 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Midori’s POV Pinching the bridge of my nose; a part of me wants to run and hide from the world yet I’m well aware that this won’t change or help anything progress. Everything that Shun has just mentioned as torn me down to a new low that I wasn’t expecting to hit yet I’m still finding it hard to clearly gauge exactly what I did wrong. Yes - I lost my temper. Yes - I said a few things I shouldn’t have; but I’m curious and unsure as to why the tiny little outburst I had days ago has caused this kind of reaction. ”..and I certainly am not interested in someone who just runs off when things don’t go well no matter how crazy I am about her.“ The words sink and I feel like I should be starting to sweat. ”..you - you’re… crazy about me?“ I bite my bottom lip just wanting for some kind of answer and then begin to panic as per the norm when it seems like I may just not get any. Dropping my head, I sweep my hair over one shoulder to buy a little more time and think about my words careful before opening my mouth again. “I’m sorry – honestly. I mistook your worrying for being angry and snapped not really knowing what else to do. It’s just, the concept of guys and feelings is still kind of new to me, and like I said the other day, you’re a nice guy and I like you and I don’t want to fuck things up between us but it seems that I just have a knack and superpower for ruining things anyway.” I’m not exactly sure what else to say. Ugh, I’m wishing I had of roleplayed this scenario out with Eri incase it ever did arise so that I could be on my a-game. Why isn’t he saying anything? Am I wasting his time? Why did I walk into the library? Ughhh. Yukihisa’s POV With my face feeling a lot better than it intially had 15 minutes ago; I rest back against the couch and watch in silence as Toshiaki say’s nothing, gives us both a look which could silently kill and announces that he’s heading out, unsure of when he’ll be back though we shouldn’t wait up for him. Up for him? It’s morning - how bloody long does he plan on going walkabout? All this thinking is making my head throb worse than the sucker punch I earlier received. The front door slams shut behind someone I’m not exactly on speaking terms with right now, vibrating everything we’ve got hanging on the walls and the look painted on Eri’s face morphs from curiosity to confusion. “He’s just having a bad day”, I explain with a heavy breath, “…my appearance earlier probably didn’t help.” Before Eri says anything; which I jump to the conclusion of being ‘shouldn’t we go after him’, I knock down the suggestion with “He’ll be fine.” “About earlier..”, I mumble not exactly confident in the idea of bringing up the past with what’s gone down, “…I’m a dick and I know it. I just don’t like the idea of there being a woman around who can undermine me and play me like a fiddle, but well done Eriko. I hope you’re the first, last and only.” Ah - she’s here for a phone, not for a deep and meaningful conversation the thought hits me. Pushing myself onto my feet painful, I walk over and dig around a draw in the kitchen were we keep random finds from mostly parties that we find. A phone – I swear I saw one in here a day or two ago.

Shunichiro'a POV

”..you - you’re… crazy about me?“

Any negativity left in me was gone in an instant. I fall silence and watch the nerve wracking Midori panics in confusion and distress before chuckling out her long waited response.

“Yes, Midori I am crazy about you so would you like to go on an official first date with me? No one else, just the two of us?”

Putting out the cigarette in hand, I put a hand on her shoulder and pull her in for a light kiss on her forehead. “And I’m sorry for losing my temper.” Feeling her trembling body against my chest, I hug her tighter and hear her rapid heartbeat. The corner of my mouth turn up, parting to say. “You didn’t screw up though I’m curious just how many boyfriend did you have?”

Eriko’s POV

“…I’m a dick and I know it. I just don’t like the idea of having a woman around who can undermine me and play me like a fiddle, but well done Eriko. I hope you’re the first, last and only.”

I stare at Maki, with wide eyes and open mouth, still processing his words. The same man that wore a baseball jacket and gave me my first oral a week ago who I was determine to fuck if not with the whole CPR fiesta has just half ass confessed to me.

A muffled giggles leaves from my mouth, I don’t want to be mean but it really is absurd. How could a smart one like him be this dumb and not realize his real problem? Shaking my heads as I take the spare phone from him, I sigh and make a promise to the future doctor.

“You’d say anything to have sex, wouldn’t you?” Not waiting for an reaction, I continue, not exactly caring if he actually believes what he said was true. “You couldn’t get laid lately, could you? Is that why I occupied your dirty little mind? Sure, we’d do it. It’s just sex anyway. If I could help in anyway, okay, let’s do it.”

His mood seems to have lighten immediately and I couldn’t help but laugh at his true form. “I don’t mean now! I need a new phone and sort myself out, k? Rain check.”

After inserting my sim card to an older iPhone, I cut the unusual hang out short and avoid tempting Maki from jumping at me. Passing by a breathless Toshiaki at the dorm entrance, “Wow, why are you running?”

The quiet not so pissed off man slows down and tries catching his breath, “I shouldn’t have left you alone with him, who knows what he’d do…. He didn’t do anything, did he?”

I’d feel a smile breaking across my face and I have to bite my lips in attempt to hide my delight and possibly pink cheeks. “Oh I’ve moved out last minute and found a place on the other side of town, you free? Want to see my new place or grab a cup of coffee or something?”

Little proud of my direct and less flirty invitation- wait, it wasn’t flirty right even though I asked him to come to my place? He wouldn’t take it as a hint for sex or making out, would he? No, this is Toshiaki not Shinichi. Oh crap, would we run into each other if I have Toshi in their campus?

“I’d love to.”

If a simple I’d love to isn’t enough, his dreamy smile sure melts me- this dork has no idea he has me wrapped around his fingers. One look, one smile oh and that one kiss- I want more. Getting to know him, about his past, his childhood, ex girlfriend, family, favorites and dislikes; exploring all sides of him and be familiar with each other.

Like the first time we met, I ask the question and he answers- nothing exciting but I laugh and smile, Toshiaki feels like home which makes me safe and comfortable.

“So you aren’t going to sleep with him, are you?”

I burst into laughter and crouch down for a few minutes before I could stand straight again, “That’s what you’ve been stressing over this whole walk? Man, Toshi, you’re adorable.” Playing with his bangs a little, I wrap an arm around his as the familiarity of his warmth and scent flutter my heart once again. “I said yes to him and I’m going to need your help to get it done.”

Swallowing nervously, I reassure him a further explanation another time but for now it’s time for a tour around my tiny little apartment. Midz probably going to be jealous over the fact that she’s actually the fourth person who set foot here. “Oh ummm, Toshiaki? I have a charity ball to attend, well my father put me up to it but would you be interested to ummm be my date? It’s going to be boring and extravaganza but …..”

Why am I nervous? Because I have never asked someone out? Because I’m afraid he would say no? Why would he? We shared a kiss! WAIT- but I shared dozens of kisses and other intimacy with others who meant nothing to me. He isn’t that kind of person though, what if he thinks I am (which is technically true, Shinichi and I nearly had sex in here. God, I feel so guilty!)

Anxiety is killing me and before I ramble out all my inner dark secrets and non sense, his voice of firm yes is the best sound I’ve ever heard.

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Glory Days Part 25 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Midori’s POV Choking - that’s my first reaction; to choke unladylike on the bite of pizza I have in my mouth and knock over the glass of beer I have in front of me as I attempt to grab a napkin just proving to myself and my date - boyfriend - yeah.. I think so; well… maybe - that I’m not capable of functioning like a human being. Be a girlfriend? Me? Is he aware I might screw this up? Better yet has the beer we’ve been drinking on this date made Shun’s head fuzzy? After salvaging the table and my meal which I’m sure wouldn’t taste half bad with some bitter hops spilt onto it; I nod like a child who’s been asked if she’s behaved herself. "Do you really need me to answer that question?” Hand dropping down over Shunichiro’s; I squeeze his fingers slightly and lean in for a not so quick, yet not so hesitant kiss that I’m hoping says everything and seals the deal. I can feel my heart beating to the point it seems like it may explode straight out my chest. Dropping my head to attempt to conceal my burning flushed cheeks, once we’ve finished with our food I politely decline dessert - otherwise it would seem like I have the appetite of an elephant, and suggest a walk around town; at least to spend some more time together before the night is over and hopefully not run into anyone from the campus. “I have to admit Shunichiro - I think beer, pizza and kisses make the ultimate date night. Oh and your company; definitely your company.” There’s a skip to my step as I walk beside him; eager to text Eri and tell her the good news but at the same time fully aware that my fingers probably wouldn’t be able to use a phone properly, and a short internal sigh which ends as we walk by a shop front with the most gorgeous blush coloured dress in the window it makes my pulse pelt. It would be perfect for the uni-ball happening later this week. “It’s beautiful….”, I whisper; rolling my eyes at my own girlish tendencies which have recently appeared suddenly and bite my bottom lip - aware that we’ve agreed we’re a couple yet unsure of the lengths and measures that we’ll both go to and what it means. “….out of curiosity. The uni-ball on Friday - are you going?” Glancing over one shoulder, I hold my breath; wondering if this is all a little sudden and quick. Rikiya’s POV Soft - everything feels so soft that it’s almost like a dream. The sheets underneath me are warm and there’s the smallest trickle of hot breath that burns with a delightfulness across my neck I’m not familiar with yet without a doubt could get use to. We must have fallen asleep last night - Eri seemed exhausted; the tears, the emotions, the honestly, the near drowning that put me into a state of frenzy. Her body shifts in such an innocent way as she murmurs something I can’t quite make out beneath her breath and grips at my shirt like she doesn’t want to let go. A bad dream perhaps? I’m curious; but instead of waking her up to find out just because I want to know I instead gently brush my fingers through her hair and rub them across her cheek; wiping away any tears that managed to slip and stain her cheeks that puff out as she huffs in her sleep. It’s a half loud; semi broken murmur that indicates to me that she’s slowly starting to wake up but I’ve got no intention of rushing her. It’s a shame that’s what the world seems to be doing - rushing her. A girl like Eri just needs time and space to learn, try, fail and succeed; not unrealistic expectations from this around her that can’t be met.

At least that’s just what I think. “You’re awake…”, she murmurs subtly, half sitting up; rubbing her eyes like a child as she blows some hair out of her eyes and lazily flops back down which lets me catch her into a hug. A chuckle escaping both Eri and me. “Haven’t been for long”, I explain, wrapping the sheets around her a little more. After her quest to drop into a slumber last night after saving her from near drowning; she put up a fight trying to put any kind of clothing on. Eventually convincing her that she needed something - i turned my back for two seconds as she slipped into something; giving her privacy, giving her space and agreed to stay by her side until she’d shut her eyes but seemingly, I bet her to it. “You’re a strange one you know that…”, I smirk, earning a raised eyebrow from the girl who seems unsure of where my comment is going yet bites her bottom lip allowing me to continue anyway, “..if you want my attention next time - seriously - a kiss will do fine; drowning in a bathtub or stripping down to nothing in a pool isn’t necessary. I’m a simple guy - it doesn’t take much for someone as smart as you to grab my attention.” Watching as she shakes her head before burying her face into my chest, I gain a sense of satisfaction I haven’t felt in a while. The faint remains of the perfume she wears are still etch across her skin are invigorating - rousing every tiny piece of inquisitiveness I have in me. “Do you have any classes this morning?”, I ask - the question met with a groan about some business styled subject I’d most probably fail in yet her sweet and innocent response of ‘why?’ has me on cloud nine. “..well I’d like to get to know you a little more if that’s ok? Let me take you out for lunch. Then maybe we could visit our secret little place or the beach, maybe a movie - mini golf? I could teach you how to play?” It’s short kiss after sweet kiss after Eri’s fingers snaking through and grabbing ever so softly at my hair that make each breath I take quiver. Patiently though; even though her hands drop to the sides of my face then my shoulders and then chest, I’m waiting for an answer. Something which shows and proves that me waking up beside a girl that I could possibly be bad news for, she’s willing to look past and perhaps in her life have a fresh start with someone new.

Eriko’s POV

He sounds vulnerable, perfectly sweet yet vulnerable. I simply smile, pulling him in for kiss after kiss with hands wandering over his slender body.

The kind of intimacy I’m well familiar with regardless the identify of the man I’ve my claws on, they’re pretty much the same with eyes closed. It feels nice, to be wanted, craved and worshipped but that never lasts.

I know, infatuation never does.

Once Rikiya Mononobe gets to know me, he’ll leave but unlike the rest, I may actually miss this one.

Pushing the sheets away, I glimpse his face blushes crimson as I get out of bed, once again with nothing underneath but a white tank top. I can’t help but shake my head and chuckle at myself a little, perhaps I am beyond saving- drama seems to be in my blood or I am secretly a nudist. Smiling down at the lost puppy, I lean in and kiss his forehead gently, mimicking the one he did on the night we met.

"I’d love to but if I fail anymore papers, you’ll never see me again. My father is dead serious about sending me overseas if I screw up in the slightest way.”

The hot water reaching my sore eyes, completely overwhelmed by this whole pouring my heart out to a guy. I feel horrible, guilty and punished. Was it how those guys feel when they confess to me? What kind of torture had I put them through?

The image of Toshiaki and Rikiya appear in my head just as tension is leaving my tired body, maybe this time not even a shower could solve it for me.

���Friends, I could do……”

Toshiaki’s horrid words still stab me through the heart but he’s probably right, we are better off as friends. I am just better off to be on my own, doing everyone a favor. The best way to avoid trouble is to stay away from the source, and Rikiya should do the same too.

As expected, he has coffee ready by the table. “Not sure if you have the stomach for food but at least have something warm.”

Suppressing the urge to lean over and seal his lips is hard, for someone like me anyway. One that does whenever she’s pleased, such self control suddenly seems surreal to me but why do I lead a guy on when fate has already been decided for us.

“Thank you, Rikiya. You’re a great friend, really, I don’t know what I’ll do without you last night.” I take a deep breath and sink into the warmth from my mug, pretending not to notice his sadden expression. No, don’t let it get to you, Eri. You’re doing the right thing.

“I’m done, I’m so done with guys now. Study- that’s all I would focus on. Oh, and about Shinichi.. I’m not sure what ball or party he’s referring to but maybe the three of us could go? I want to at least hold my up end of bargain.”

Shuichi’s POV

Okay, I have other things to do - like the bloody political paper I have been trying to finish or visit my parents like I’ve promised weeks ago but no I end up checking my phone every two minutes, wondering why the girl from yesterday still hasn’t reached out yet.

Rushing over to my desk as soon as a notification sound come to ears, finally receiving a text from an unfamiliar number.

“Hey, this is the girl from yesterday. Are you free to meet today?”

Typing in full speed and with few more text exchange, I’m now standing in front a bookshop cafe and waiting like a anxious little boy which is pathetic. I have seen beautiful women and dated before but none left such impression, possibly because they just want my family’s name and status, not me.

“Ummm hi?"

I blink a few times to try and gather my memory from yesterday, picturing if they are the same person as the girl before my eyes is a lot prettier than I remember- striped top and knotted denim jacket with a waist pleated black skirt just below her belly button. I am no fashion stylist but she sure as hell looks good, taking my breath away when she cracks a smile and asks if I’m okay.

"Yeah, sorry about yesterday.” I murmur, holding out a new box set of iPhone and thinking of an excuse to keep her around longer.

“You don’t need to get me a new phone, just money to get it fixed is fine.”

“Don’t worry about it, it was a gift. Anyway, let me buy you a drink as proper apology.”

The brunette bites her lips, eyes glancing sideways. Wind glistening through her long curly hair with the sun’s rays beaming onto her face.

“Just a drink, nothing inappropriate.”

Watching her smiles only put me on spot further more with full awareness that she knows I’m attracted to her.

“Okay, coffee?” She shrugs and points to the cafe behind. “Oh wait, actually could you apologize in another way?”

Pausing our steps by the stairs, she lifts a textbook up from her hand and pleas with an innocent look.

“I seriously need help with my study, do you mind?”

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Happily Ever After

Fandom: Irresistible Mistake Category: Angst / Fluff Character: Yukihisa Maki / Toshiaki Kijima / Shunichiro Tachibana OC / MC: Eriko Sato (from Glory Days) & Saichi (from Second Chances) Notes: This is base on my role play series- Glory Days and Second Chances:  Yearsss after Eriko, Shun, Toshi and Maki have graduated, the three ended up working in the same company while Eriko traveled all over Asia for work.

This time, she’s back in town for a wedding.

FYI- My Shun is still single after his split with Midori and being dumped by Sachi who later married Toshi, you can read it here.

And if you are looking forward to an epilogue for this, it shall be PURE SMUT with Maki, if that were to happen of course.

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Eriko Sato’s POV

“You look presentable,” I stare and convince myself in the mirror, “you can do this, Eriko.” Putting a pair of gold earrings that match my red off the shoulder bodycon dress and slipping into the same color heels before I grab my purse and get going.

I’m nervous yet still surprised that I’m invited, not that we haven’t moved on but it isn’t exactly easy either. We stay in touch all these years- working round our busy schedules and squeezing in a lunch or dinner date whenever I’m in town or random chitchat over the phone every now and again.

We have not forgotten each other, not in the slightest way. In all honesty, I don’t want him to be completely out of my life. We may not have ever dated but he’s always been there when I need him, listening to my problems and putting up with my craziness without ever judging or raising his eyebrows at me.

He’s forever understanding and forgiving, so now sitting in a cab and replaying our time together in the next twenty minutes seem to be the only sane way to prepare myself for the last time before I greet the stars of the day.

The venue is fairly nice, just the kind of church I imagine he’d like. And standing among a few guests outside for a few minutes, I take a deep breath, gathering, remembering, missing, grasping all the dear memories I hold of him and put them aside before my feet move up along the few heavy steps as a hand reaches the large mental handle first, “It’s a gentleman’s job to get the door for a lady.”

Oh, that voice! “And you still consider yourself a gentleman?” My smirk has creep from the corner of my lips before I even manage to turn and look at the man, “Why are you out here instead of waiting at the altar anyway?”

Gesturing his slender index finger against his lips, we quietly enter the church. “Shun is the best man, he has everything covered while I have others covered.”

“Gosh, seriously. Is it too much to ask for you to behave just for one single day?” Shaking my head with a half scoff and half scowl, I follow him to the fourth row.

“And is it so hard for you to wear black and not draw attention on someone’s else wedding day?”

We both crack a smile, the kind of comments that’d only be made by people who have known you long enough yet not at all offend you.

“Black is dull, at least on me anyway.” I am not sure why I bother with an answer that’s clearly not going to convince neither of us. 

“He could easily spot you in this outfits, well I suppose that’s your whole point, isn’t it?”

Like a kid got caught, I tilt my head to the side in attempt to charm my way out of it, for old time sake really.

“You will always make me feel tight beneath my belt and you know it, Eri.” After exchanging a low chuckle and shoving his chest, I catch a glimpse of the groom and return him a smile and nod just before the wedding music begins.

The large oak doors at the back of the church are flung open and the bridesmaids walk sedately down the aisle towards the guests. Each wearing sky blue, spaghetti strap dresses, a flash of glistening white is seen at the end of the aisle. With excited whispers, the crowd stands and turns to watch the bride’s grand entrance. It takes a moment before I can see her fully and, when I do, she’s far more gorgeous than I expect- classy yet innocent like the girl next door, the perfect girl for my lone wolf friend.

This isn’t exactly the first wedding I attend but the first that has got my full attention, listening carefully to each word as the priest reads the vows, their I dos linger in my ears- knowing that from this day on he would be happy, at ease and well loved. Still captivated by the pleasing smile that’s spreading across his handsome face, not a hint of loneliness nor dark burden on his shoulders. He looks content and free, I’m happy for him, to finally have found the right person to give him the simple joy he seeks and to spend the rest of his life with.

Once outside the church, I bring along my gift and congratulate the bride and groom. “Oh my gosh, you must be Eriko! They talk about you all the time, I’m so glad you’d make it!”

Getting a compliment from the innocent and child like bride has made me blush a little but after declining her goodness of playing cupid within the minutes we’ve met, I admit that like Shunichiro- I’m also married to my job.

The bride and groom go back to greeting the rest of their guests, I watch from afar like I once did- the time he made me midnight pancakes, the disastrous college and heartbreaking charity ball, when he fell fast asleep on my bed, saying goodbye at airport, after he walked me back to the hotel each time I was in town- he seems different now, the semi guilty expression and dark wash like sadness that sometimes flicker within his eyes are no longer found on him.

“Do you regret it? You know… He loved you all these years?”

“So do I.” I sigh, “It hurts to love him but I still do, it’s just the way I feel.”

There’s a corner of my heart that belongs to him and I know whether I ever find someone else or be in love over and over again, that one little corner of my heart will always belong to him, Toshiaki Kijima.

“So would you like some company tonight, you know, to keep your mind off … someone?”

Finally allowing myself a smother little giggle, I spin around and pinch my persistent old friend. “You don’t give up, do you Yukihisa Maki?”

With the signature smirk on his face as he offers me his arm, I wrap mine around his and leave their happy ending behind.

Writer Notes: Before readers who have sent or plan to inbox me about what happened between Eri & Toshi- the plots / scenes are already done in my head but I currently have no plan to write them out yet. As for Riki and Kagari, I simply do not know.

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Glory Days Part 20 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Midori’s POV Flopping down on the couch rather ungracefully with a sigh, I utter a few half words beneath my breath and drop my phone into the space between myself and the boy I’ve just invited in. Toshiaki has this sort of expectant look in his eyes as if he’s waiting for clarification on something and whilst I could be a bitch and withhold information from him; when his shoulders drop and his gaze wanders around the room like an injured dog, pathetically my lips part and the talking seems to slip out unintentionally. “Relax; Eri just called and I’m sure in a few minutes she’ll be here.” It’s an uncomfortable silence that casts over us and I fold my legs beneath me; leaning across to reach over and scoop up the remote from the coffee table to turn the tv on - from the corner of my eye, noticing that Toshi’s already moving to stand and grab at his wrist almost losing my balance and falling off the couch to pull him back down and get him to remain seated. “Listen – I know that as a decent human being I probably didn’t leave you with the greatest impression of me the other day but I just wanted to say I was sorry. It was out of line for me to snap the way I did and… neither you nor Eriko deserved it.” Watching as the older guy purses his lips together in a thin line and rubs the back of his neck nervously, I wait patiently hoping that he’ll say something to keep the conversation going yet when nothing is mentioned, I almost feel obliged to have the sound of my own voice droan on a little longer. “You’re a nice guy Toshi, maybe even a little too nice in some respects and I hope I’m not over stepping the line by saying this but if a romantic relationship is what you’re after with Eri I don’t think that, right now; with what she’s going through and with how polar opposite you both are in regards to expectations and hopes and aspirations that things will work. I mean, I adore Eri – but..”, I snap my fingers around in the air trying to find the right words to say that he’s seemingly been hanging onto for the last minute, “… I don’t think you should get your hopes up or expect anything from her. For anything to work she’s going to have to mature a little and let go of a lifestyle she’s clinging onto that I don’t think she’s quite ready for.” A knock at the door grabs my attention and forces me to pause before I can say anything else. Excusing myself from where I sit, I hop up; rushing over to answer when the girl who has been waiting on the otherside barges in. “UGHHHHH! YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT MY DAD IS UP TO NOW - SERIOUSLYYY!” Attempting to catch Eri and put a hand over her mouth so that she can’t blurt out anything she’d later regret; with a half fleet of panic stirring inside me, I finally catch up to her after she’s stopped, frozen; dead in her tracks when she see’s the company I’ve had waiting with me on the couch. “….Toshi, what are you doing here?”, my best friend asks a little confused. Perhaps I should have mentioned that he was here whilst on the phone rather than just telling her I was at the room and waiting for her to drop by for icecream. Before a single word can be said by either of them; I cut in, moving to physically stand between them. “I um.. I think Toshi that you should leave. Go grab lunch or a drink or something and; let us girls talk for just a bit.” Whilst he’s unable to say a thing in response; it’s a nod that indicates he’s understood the subtle meaning behind what I’ve suggested and yet things just happen to escalate when another knock at the door is heard. This time Eri answering and I bite my tongue at the ridiculous comment that I hear. “I need to have sex with you so we could both move on. If Toshi is your concern, don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. It will be our little secret.” Toshiaki’s POV What Midori has said makes sense yet a part of me doesn’t entirely want the words and their practicality and truth to sink in. That in the lightest of terms would almost declare defeat instead of victory and I’m not sure if I’m ready. The next 5 minutes flash by like a blur; I’m about to ask her for an honest opinion about something when there’s knock after knock at the door which throws me completely. Eriko’s father is back? Already? He was only here yesterday. What does this guy honestly expect of her? No one is about to turn their life around in a few hours. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so nice towards the guy and stood my ground a little firmer. These thoughts though come to a bitter and not so sweet end at the sound of the friend I’ve known for years dropping a bombshell about some desperate sick sexual fantasy he can’t get out of his head. Fucking hell Yukihisa, Eri’s not just some toy you can pick up whenever you feel like it and play with. The look we exchange is part confused, part smug, part standoffish and a whole lot of aggravation as I speak up and cut off Midori’s next suggestion which sounds like a whisper behind me. “Eri and I are going to leave for a while - just.. both of you; give her space–.” “There’s no need”, I point out with a huff, pushing my sleeves up a little, “…you girls stay here. Maki and I need to sort out something.” Not another word is said as I grab the man who’s suppose to be my friend by the collar and drag him down the hall into the stair well; the roughness of this all causing him to lose his footing and stumble down a few steps which I’m happy to use to my advantage and help me shove him up against a wall; hands gripping at his shirt to throw him straight up against a corner. “WHAT THE FUCK MAN?” I hardly ever raise my voice; but this has seriously gotten beneath my skin. Midori’s POV This could not and should not be happening - so much for Eri moving out in the hopes that drama wasn’t going to follow or anything as such. Grabbing my purse and a book off my desk, I take her hand; grab some tissues off the kitchen counter incase Eri feels the need to shed some tears later and leave. “I know of the perfect cafe where us girls can just talk and eat and be left alone in peace but really quickly - on the way there I need to drop this back into the library.”

Eriko’s POV 

Finally having gotten myself a little more comfortable back at the dorm to meet with Midi where we could lay on our couch and eat all the ice cream in the world, cursing every man involved before crying our eyes out from some hopeless romcom until we fall sleep and wake up to a brand new day but no, it’s all crushed the moment I step inside to see Toshiaki follow by an absurd Maki knocking our door with a ridiculous request- so much for his ego and thankfully the boys decide to take it outside so we could have the place back to ourselves for a short ten minutes which is enough for Midz to summarize her problem with Shunichiro- two stubborn kids dancing around the line, waiting for one another to confess. Their case is an easy one, they simply need a little push. At least they don’t attract drama like I do, causing friends to turn on each other, being unnecessary rival- I have officially become one of those manipulative bitches who boss her love puppies around and to realize how close I’m in becoming my own mother-my absolute nightmare that I indeed need some serious advice. Given how easy it is for book worm Midi to get distracted whenever she’s in a library, I take the liberty and return the book for her. A tall and familiar figure comes to view- my chocie of consultant. Shunichiro'a POV Study- staying in the dorm sours my mood and only force me to check my phone every five minutes so studying in the library turns out to be rather productive, with the progress I’ve made Maki will be happy to drag me to more parties or many more social events which makes no difference to me. Feeling a light tap on my shoulder, I pull out my earphone to see a head tilting to one side with the kind of smile that could get away with murder. Fortunately, I know better and have a more peculiar taste unlike most guys who would read this as a sign and fall for her. “Eriko?” “Hey good looking!” Gesturing my index finger to remind the trouble maker to be quiet, I direct her outside the balcony- time for a cigarette break. This girl does not shut up but after managing to fill me everything’s that happened within the last 72 hours, she sincerely wants to make a difference. “There’s nothing to sleep around if that’s your choice, as long as you are happy and no one’s hurt. Be up front and honest about it. Tell Maki it’s not going to happen; tell Toshi your feelings and your fears, communication is key I would say.”

I sigh and lean back against the railing, almost laugh at my own words, giving someone advice that I have totally ignored myself. “You’re a genius! I would kiss you as thank you but that would be inappropriate and misleading so I’m going to give you a biggg hug!!” After squeezing me in for a few good seconds, Eriko releases me with a grin spreading on her cheeky face, “Communication is key, remember! Tell her how you feel!” Great - of course I turn around to see the one person who’s been occupying my mind and battling in my head on what to do next.

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Glory Days Part 5 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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3 days later – Midori’s POV "It’s too dressy. Not dressy enough. That outfit doesn’t scream fuck me. Midi I forbid you from wearing pastel pink. Too many buttons; he’ll take all night to get them undone. You look like the 80’s threw up on you. Not rainbow stripes - not now, not never. Look - just… hold up, hold up!” The endless laughter and witty commentary which spurts from Eriko everytime I step out of the changeroom to show her off yet another outfit I’ve tried to put together is eating away at my confidence; or well at least the lack of it. At this point, apart from wanting to sink my teeth into a burger because I’m absolutely starving I’ve come to wanting to accept that perhaps my fate is to forever wear jeans and oversized sweaters which allow me to hide away from the world. Rummaging through a rack not too far from where I’m waiting unimpressed; the looks I’ve gotten from passerby-ers seeming puzzled at my choices, it’s a few quick moments before my best friend returns with a pretty royal blue sun dress which she forces herself into the change room to get on me. “Eri it’s too small.” “No it’s not! Stop wiggling and let me get the zip up.” “I can’t breathe!” “Shut up - you actually have a figure you just happen to hide it beneath oversized tshirts and sweatpants.” The half argument, half fight of determination is ended with a smile of approval as I’m forced to acknowledge my reflection in the mirror. “It’s short….” “Midi it ends just above your knees; any longer and you’d be a nun.” Sighing; I hear my phone ring in my backpack and rush to grab it near tripping over and stumbling in the flat shoes I’m wearing. Thank god I was stubborn enough to say no to high heels. Ignoring the fact that Eri has her phone out snapping pictures of me because this is probably the first time she’s actually seen me in a dress, my cheeks start to heat up with a quick blush as the name of the screen coaxes me to check the message a little quicker. Baseball training finishes early tonight. You girls want to come out for dinner? - S It’s something between a happy dance and a bounce which I manage to choreograph in the change room to show off my excitement at what’s going on. Grabbing Eri’s hand; I shovel the clothing I was wearing earlier into my backpack and tear the tag off the dress I’m in, deciding to leave it on as I drag us both towards the registers. “The guys have finished practice early - they want to know if we can meet them for dinner.” Somewhere between the mall and the campus ball ground, Eri utters something about visiting my mother’s lingerie store next week and I eagerly agree just to keep her happy; right now though, I’m ecstatic on any excuse available to see a guy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. Maki’s POV Things have been strange the last couple of days - all starting with the fact that my should be socially awkward room mate who usually can’t stand the opposite sex decided to get a little too close to the fresh meat I’m trying to pursue along with a list of one nights stands and ghosts from girlfriends pasts wanting to rekindle memories, moments and feelings that I have no intention of re-experiencing or putting myself through. The dorm has been quiet since the party - everyone actually getting some decent sleep; which means it’s been 4 days since I last got laid and anyone who knows me is well aware that this is some kind of cruel miracle. “Maki - get your head out of the clouds and focus on the damn ball!” Coaches voice is starting to grind on me; starting to get on my nerves and I can’t at all be anything but thankful when finally, the whistle blows and that’s a training session over for the night. It’s a last frustrated pitch towards the home plate diamond that I throw which convinces me it’s time for a cigarette. “You have any plans for tonight Yukihisa?” It’s a ball girl that asks; a young 19 year old something cutey that I’ve had on my radar for a while but right now, don’t have the energy to want to deal with. Ignoring her with nothing more than a kind smile, I head towards where Shun and Toshi are waiting for me surprised to hear that they’ve already got plans organised. “Dinner us and the girls - are you in?” I stop short of answering; pulling a cigarette out of my pocket wanting at least a few drags before heading to the showers. “Sure..”, I agree glancing over toward Toshiaki who seems to be in his own little world. There’s a frustration that builds up inside me knowing that he hasn’t given any consideration to the 1st rule of brotherhood - bros before hoes but then can’t really blame him after leaving him in such a situation.

Eriko’s POV

I simply thought my mind was playing tricks on me when Midi asked for my help, it was bloody seven in the morning and I never ever got out of bed till nine. And yet, here we are few days later- laughing so hard in the changing room of one of my favorite boutiques, finally realizing what a disaster Midi is when it comes to coloring and taste.

"If you want the boy, Midori, you gotta work it!"

Gosh, she must be head over heels for him though normally I'd talk my girls out of it, at least it motivates her to squeezes herself into the kind of dress that she'd never wear in her right state of mind.

Her dream boy catches her just at the right time and the girl in loves practically skips out of the shop- I've never seen her this excited.

The ramen place is packed with familiar faces but an acquaintance of mine take us to a booth after an overwhelming thank-you follow by a quick kiss on his cheek. I half push half snuggle Toshiaki to the corner seat while pulling Maki on my right to leave Midi and Tachibana sitting together.

Maki grins at the sight too and whispers how much he's been missing me for the past few days and looking forward to make it up to me. But a young, most likely not even in her 20s by the look of it comes rushing to him. Rubbing her boobs all over his arm and asks when he's free for a proper check catch up. Talk about bad timing, a second, third and fourth chick approaches him, he clearly has a reputation that needs no further explaining.

Grabbing Toshiaki's arm, the rest of us discuss what to order while Maki 's too occupied to pick his own food. He takes a deep breath or letting out an annoyed sigh but it doesn't matter really as next I feel his fingers sliding right between my thighs from under the table. How classy of him! I wait for a few good seconds before placing one hand on his knee as return.

"So come on, give me a date. You're too busy to reply my text, come to my place."

Without waiting for his answer, I run my hand up his thigh straight to the quickly hardening bulge behind his pants.

"Hmmm," The med student exhales, his hand immediately gripping his jaw. He must be having fun chatting up a junior and messing with me, so grabbing his balls certainly has got his attention.

"Are you going to order, Maki?"

Tachibana asks, sending a side glance to the oblivious chick who couldn't take a hint. Unconsciously, his hand tightens a little more but his delay of answering has got his best friend's curious.

Sending me a knowing look after I shrug as response and turn to chat with Toshiaki, Maki points at a dish randomly while I increase my pace and begin handling him just a little roughly, he covers his mouth and coughs with a low groan.

"Oh poor baby, are you okay?"

"Yes," he hisses. "I'm good, so freaking good."

Pursing my lips together, my hand move hard and fast on him, dipping down a bit to give his balls the same superbly rough treatment. When his hands grip the table, I lean closer to Toshiaki so his bimbo wouldn't take me as her unwanted rival. Feeling a twist in his pants, I quickly let go and rest both my elbows on the table.

Shunichiro's POV

Luck is clearly not on Yuki's side and seeing someone who gets under his skin for once is a change of scenery though all I'd rather focus on is Midori. Resting my hand on hers the entire time until our orders have arrived, nearly nibbling her ear whenever I whisper sweet nothing that brings out her sweetest smile.

Our odd double date plus one ends pretty soon and Yuki's look only darken as Eriko insists on paying for Toshi when we split the bill, claiming to return a favor for the other night. Her continuous voice of further explaining fades in the background while I feel a surge of warmth in my heart, wrapping my arm around Midori's shoulder. "Help to keep us both warm." I smile, "Keen to ditch them?"

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Glory Days Part 24 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Toshiaki’s POV There’s no doubt in my mind at all I want to do is comfort Eri like she deserves - but I’m hesitant in being unsure of how to showcase my true intentions. Do I like this girl? I think so. Do I regret the kiss we shared? No. Can we at least be friends? I wouldn’t want to lose her. Do I care at the fact her makeup is ruined? Not at all but I’m hoping to respect her wishes. The gentle sounds of sobbing and tears falling cause my heart to clench. My stomach starts to twist and churn uncomfortably. I can tell that everything she’s spilt out has been harder than she expected which makes me bite my tongue at the fact I want to be sure that any word which comes from me is thought about - proper - caring. “Look… I..”, I manage to pathetically get out after scratching the back of my neck; my hand slowly finding it’s way to her back where I rub gently between Eri’s shoulders; afraid that the touch may break her. “Friends I can do - I mean… you’re, you’re a special girl from what I’ve learnt about you so far and it would be a shame to lose you.” Just as  I exhale about to further explain, or better still trip over my own words and fall into a web of awkwardness that I’ll strangle myself with, Eriko’s name is called out by an unfamiliar voice which follows a knock at her door. “Should I—-”, I enquire yet Eri seems to have already bet me to what I was about to say, pushing herself up onto her feet to rush straight over and half hide behind the door as she opens it; allowing me to catch a glimpse of someone I haven’t seen before standing on the other side. Rikiya’s POV On my way over; the simple thought of Eri I just couldn’t shake - was she ignoring me because she didn’t want to see me? Was what Shinichi mentioned true? Her father wasn’t fond of me? Kicking at the ground during my walk after I was able to weasel an address out of my friend who just didn’t seem to even want to give in to the slight begging I was prepared to lower myself down to - frustration pulsed through my every nerve unsure of what would happen; what could happen - what I should think or do. Stopping a few times across the college campus I wasn’t entirely familiar with, I snapped and broke  a few flowers, mostly roses and lavender which formed a bright red and purple pretty bouquet. It wasn’t much, but even the thought of giving flowers to a girl made me blush. Arriving at the address I was given, it’s a swift knock at the door which comes out a little more overconfident than expected as I call out the name of the girl who’s been consuming my thoughts for the last few days. “Eri!” Within seconds the door is answered and I can sense the animosity of which I’m about to step into. There’s another guy in her apartment already - my back straightens a little at the idea of another man consuming her attention but I try not to let it get to me. He’s possibly just a friend. He’s possibly more. Maybe someone she’s known for a lifetime. I don’t know and I don’t plan on jumping to conclusions like most people do. “I’ll give you two some space but, Eri - text me the details for this charity ball you mentioned earlier.” The words and not so subtle way of fleeing without a goodbye from the other guy causes my face to contort with a half scowl and half eyebrow raise as he slips his way out past me. Everything seems to have overwhelmed the younger girl and caused her to spill her emotions out in silent sobs which instantly kick in some kind of protective instinct I have; dropping the flowers I collected onto the small table by the front door, and as hesitant as Eri seems to want to play and be, eventually pulling her into my chest. “You ok?” Unintentionally what I saw seems to make her sob a little and my hold around her tightens as she buries her face into my chest. “Why are you crying babe? You’re going to ruin that beautiful face of yours.” Stepping back to create some space between us; I crouch down a little to look at her face to face and wipe her eyes dry. No tears will be falling on my watch - unless of course they’re tears of joy. “Babe - what happened? Am I hurting someone? Was it the guy who just left? I swear - if he hurt you.” Eri’s reaction is further fueled by sobs and whimpers and eventually the smallest chuckle that she tries to hide. Rubbing his back and playing with the ends of her hair, I whisper that I’m here for her and that she doesn’t have to talk until she’s ready. Whether it took 15 minutes, 15 hours of 15 days I’d be more than willing to wait.

Shunichiro'a POV

After being in my arms for more or less half an hour, Midori and I eventually head back to her dorm where Eriko and Toshiaki are nowhere to be found. Midi has ordered me to wait on the couch while she goes change, a quiet tune hangs in the air as she hums quietly. She’s excited and this makes me excited too and a bit nervous. Wiggling in the couch, the scent of flowers drifts past my nose and I smile when she stands shyly in front of me with a mini yellow dress.

“I hope this is okay,” she says quietly.

“Fits you perfectly.” The feel of her nervous breath against my skin makes me grins, next we’re out the door and everything else happens in a flurry.

Her mess of dark hair being played with, fingers hesitating and trembling as they gently brush across her smooth cheeks and shoulder. I keep fidgeting in my seat, closing the gap between us and pushing myself onto Midori’s sweet tasting lips. I never realize how much I longed for this simple contact that’s filled with such innocence, one not yet stained by lust or desire.

Midori has been blushing this whole time, I could feel her cheeks burn up and it only results me to scoot closer with more kisses till our food eventually arrive and interrupt our inseparable bond.

It’s a little after seven, and on a Thursday night no less, the place is still packed. Mostly patrons surrounding the bar and few couples by the window seats. It never ceases to amaze me how passionate Midi is when it comes to food, dessert, pizza and beer that’s all it takes to crack a smile from my girl. “I’m so glad you two drop by the library,” I chuckle as Midi takes a big bite on her pizza, sighing dreamily (over a pizza!)

“Oh me too.” She replies with her mouth full and quickly covers her lips, “I hope things work out in their end too.”

I nod, knowing that’s easier said than done. Eriko may want to change but changing the fundamental is almost impossible or else life lesson itself wouldn’t be that valuable. Most important of all, Toshiaki has experience enough pain for a life time, once was quite enough.

“I can’t believe we almost blow this over.”

And that’s when Midi pauses, almost hesitantly puts her food down and cups my cheeks in her shaky palms. Now, my heart literally fly to the moon and back, and swell up so much in my chest like it would burst any second.

Losing myself completely in Midori’s grip, everything replay in slow motion- how we met; the awkward double date; her overly drunken (but very sexy) state; our first fight and now here we are.

There is no rush. It feels natural, like she and I are meant to be.

“So Midori, would you be my girlfriend?”

Eriko’s POV

It’s definitely taken more than 15 minutes for me to calm down, I take a deep breath as the last of my tears dried up. Rikiya has been a sweetheart, listening to my hysterical crying and sobbing over another guy. I couldn’t quite recall my exact words but they surely wouldn’t be nice for him to hear with something along the lines of:

“He doesn’t want me.”

“He hates me, he must hate me more now.”

“He kissed me, I poured my heart out and he didn’t even tell me how he feels. Friends, he could do friends?”

“I’m soooo stupid!!! I’m just some dirty slut ..”

“STOP! ERI!”

A warm gentle touch on my cheeks is seriously dangerous, Rikiya’s caring tone and intoxicating scent is far too tempting for me to handle. He deserves better, so does Toshiaki, they all do. People like me don’t get appreciated, we are disposable, replaceable and easily forgotten.

“Eri, don’t cry over a guy who doesn’t see the real you. You are perfect the way you are. It’s his lost, not yours.”

It would be so much easier to let go, to fall into a set of strong arms or being melted into sweet kisses and irresistible touches. Lust doesn’t solve it all but it could numb my pain, it would be so much easier and familiar yet I find myself stepping back, keeping distance and choose a hot bath over intimacy.

“Thanks for the flowers, they’re lovely.”

The distant calling of my name and not so gentle slaps on my cheeks bring me back to my senses, lying on the bathroom floor, looking at an extremely worried and breathless Rikiya, wait why am I naked again?

“Babe! Thank God, you’re okay! You scared the shit out of me! Eri, who fell asleep in the bath! That’s it princess, you are not leaving my sight!!”

In one swift motion, I’m lifted up and allowing myself to be lost in Rikiya’s arms. I’m tired, exhausted from crying. I hardly cry and I certainly don’t like wasting tears on men, draining my energy and pride over one guy is enough. It’s easier this way, to be cared, appreciated, spoiled and loved by Rikiya- the bad boy in everyone’s eyes but the knight in shining armour in mine.

For once, I’m sharing my bed with a guy who lays next to me all night long with only his arms wrapping around me, simply being here for me like he has promised.

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Glory Days Part 16 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Toshiaki’s POV

“BOYFRIEND?” The term startles me yet I’m smart enough to know that it’s come out in a panic rather than a legitimate truth. Eriko’s father? Here now? The salt and pepper coloured hair older man shoots me an unimpressed, downcast look as I’m not sure what to do or where to go from the tight situation I’ve been thrown into. “Mr Sato?”, I ask offering hand out to greet him with a firm shake. There’s hesitation in his return of the gesture, yet once it’s done, I futher introduce myself hoping that the short yet elaborate lie I continue to play along with is believable. “The name is Toshiaki. It’s nice to finally meet you sir - Eriko told me so much about you.” Just as I can tell that something is about to start to escalate - animosity sky rocketing between the father and daughter duo, I clap my hands, rubbing them together and nod to give myself the confidence boost I need. “Perhaps, the three of us could head upstairs - it would be more comfortable and we could talk; civilly. Like adults.” Midori’s POV “I’m the reason you’re smoking? Oh c'mon - give me a break.” It’s the first thing that I’m about to spit out as my eyes roll at Shun’s behaviour. He’s acting like an unnecessary over protective boyfriend and if I wanted someone like that around me - I’d have not broken it off with Ryoichi. “I.. I went to my mom’s store and then to my place - but Eri was there with some guys and I snapped and lost my cool and walked out hoping to blow off some steam but then I went back and no one was there and now I’m here; because I thought you could help. Why are you going to start keeping tabs on me?” Snatching the cigarette box from Shun’s fingertips, I hold them and the lighter I managed to aquire behind my back, taking a step away with every one Shun takes forward toward me. “..and yes”, I roll my eyes back hard not wanting to explain a question I’m constantly trying to avoid, “that was Ryoichi Hirose. I honestly have no idea what he’s doing here and fine - to get the story straight with this stupid argument we’re having Ryo and I dated - for like 6 months, 2 years ago. I’m sure you have ex-girlfriends and I don’t see myself getting irate over that fact.” Shun attempts to remind me again of apparently how drunk I was last night but with how everyone’s been talking to me today - treating me - acting as if I’m a 4 year old that has no grasp or concept of her life I feel like screaming. “YES, OK! I’M AWARE THAT I WAS OUT OF LINE LAST NIGHT BUT I DON’T NEED SOMEONE WHO ISN’T EVEN MY BOYFRIEND REMINDING ME!”, I manage to take a short breath - just enough to let my voice catch up to how I’m feeling before I ramble off again, “…why, you would have rather of been the one to come collect us from the store instead of Toshiaki? So you could what - make a move and if I was to reject you have a shot at Eri. Please.. Shunichiro stop acting like an over protective stubborn child - I came here for your help, not to argue.” Watching as he crosses his arms over his chest and refuses to speak, I drop the cigarettes I’m holding on a bench close to me and allow myself to leave - I’m not hanging around for an argument or for someone who wants to treat me as if I’m a kid. The walk home isn’t any better. Wolf-whistled at, cat called, snickered towards; I’m just happy to see my dorm’s front door and enter without a care - startled to see the guests who are seated. “Mr Sato? I um.. I didn’t know you were coming to see Eri”, I explain with a small smile; a litttle caught off guard by the fact a parent is present on campus. Having seen my own today - I wasn’t expecting to see anyone elses. “…and Toshiaki; what a surprise. You’re the third guy that’s been here today for Eri - she get sick of the other two that were here making breakfast for her in the morning already?” Grabbing underwear, a dress and the shoes that I’ll need. I throw my phone on charge beside my head and head for the shower. Maybe beneath the water, no one would hear me if I started to scream.

Eriko’s POV It scares me to death- Not the events from the last 48 hours or going on dates with stranger or being yelled by my best friend twice in a day. No, there is only one man I cannot face who is now standing in my room with Toshiaki by my side after Midori drops the bomb of news that clearly forces my father to politely ask my boyfriend to leave and give us some space for family matters. My confidence or social experience could never be enough to prepare me for the man who barks at me five seconds after the door’s shut. I’m told that Midori’s parents’re so disappointed at our inappropriate and childish behavior at such age. There is simply no color left to be drained from my face as I freeze with my head down like a little girl in trouble, listening to my father’s lecturing and sending me an ultimatum in person. Expecting my heart to pound fiercely or tears flushing out like it’s the end of the world, I only find myself numb and exhausted, maybe a calm before the storm as one would say. The vibration of my phone has pulled me out of my thoughts and see a text from Toshiaki: “I’m just outside the door if you want an ear or … a shoulder.” Dragging my feet to the door and resting my forehead on it, “Hey, ummm….thank you but I … really am not in the mood…. I’ll just sleep it off.”

I could hear his breathing through the thin door, placing a hand on the wood in hope to touch the man who’s only centimeters away. I am in no condition to face anyone else, not with my pride or dignity down the drain and Toshiaki Kijima is the last person I want to see right now. Defeated, useless, failure, wasted and slutty- the man has seen enough. When his heavy footsteps fade away, I crash onto my bed plug in my earphones and pull the sheets over my head, not caring for the world till the next sunrise.

Waking up to the warm morning sun that shines brightly through the blinds, I poke my head out and giving my eyes few more seconds to get used to the light. Midori isn’t here and perhaps it’s easier this way. I think we have been in each others lives long enough to know her half unintentional venting and exploding with my father’s presence won’t put our friendship to an end but a pause doesn’t sound too bad for now.

“Kagari?“ ”I’m hurt if you’re on first name basis with Riki.“ As curious as I’m, the clock is ticking. “Sorry,” I begin, trying to find better words to phrase what I’m about to say. “I… something else came up and I need to do last minute shopping which honestly isn’t going to a fun date for you.”   What I’ve said brings a sly grin to his face, “Try me.”   Eight hours later, we are unpacking boxes and suitcases of my belongings in an apartment studio in the Tokyo University Komaba campus. Thanks to the informative and efficient Shinichi, I for once have reached my father's order way before the deadline. Promising him I’ll thank and make it up to him another time, we’re satisfied with pizza and beer for the night. “You surprise me.” The man in glasses pulls out a cigarette from a packet and light it, slowly inhaling. “I thought you’d book to a hotel room or high end service apartment.” Not at all offended, I slightly smirk. “Even a trust fund kid got rules to obey. I do monthly reconciliation report to my father’s secretary and there’s limit on how much I’d spent until certain goals are met.“ Shinichi raises his brows, the flat fills with the aroma of his mint tobacco, pizza and beer yet making me feel like home or at least how I imagine home feels like. "I do freelance work too just no one ever bother asking.” I shrug then comes Shinichi next question that I haven’t heard since Truth Or Dare in junior high- What my type is. He isn’t exactly thrilled to hear Rikiya fitting my first favorite but a cheeky smirk spreading across his handsome face as he happily acknowledges himself as my second favorite, he slips his glasses up the bridge of his nose beofre his slender fingers wiping at the corners of my lips. One question leads to another, what’s it like to be a fashion stylist? My hobbies? My favorite food, songs, movies. Something changes in me, an undetermined but fitting feeling which I couldn’t quite put my finger on. After all the moving around and endless beer in his system, Shinichi falls asleep on the floor while I lay quietly next to him and strokes the redden cheek of the Mathematics major. My mind drifting miles away then the uneasiness of living alone finally creep under my skin, wondering what Midi is doing and whether she has read the hurried note I’ve left along with business card of the store manager I’ve known since a kid in such a rush without explaining why I’ve moved out. “You are more than welcome to work at our stores than serving women who walk around half naked all day. Love, E.”

Officially living on the other side of town, I’ve taken the advice every mature adult and create a visible distance with Midori.

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Glory Days Part 26 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Rikiya’s POV “No; look - you need to do what you just mentioned. Focus on the study, not on guys. You just said so yourself.”

A morning on the basketball court spent alone practising shots is enough - at least I think, to clear my head from any remains of curiosity or guilt which had seemed to start trying to swarm inside and take over my thoughts. A defeated huff and sigh vibrates against my lips everytime the ball barely scrapes going in to the hoop. The repetitive sound of every bounce making me feel a little less empty. Making me feel not as bad about the fact I declined politely to be the date of a girl who isn’t sure of the own thoughts she has in her head for a night I perfectly well know she could easily a date for – she seems to have men wrapped around her little finger. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so uninterested with a basketball in hand.” The comment from Shinichi who walks over with his hands up indicating that I should toss the ball in his direction earns nothing more than a heavy eyeroll as I continue to focus just on myself. Perhaps every now and again it’s ok to be engrossed and a little selfish - even if this means leaving a woman with tears in her eyes because it’s for the best - regardless of whether they were real or sympathetic. “How did everything go last night?” “Eh…” My bestfriends questions are met with a grunt which translates to wanting the subject to be dropped. He has a cocky smile on his face which a small part of me wants to wipe straight off but I fully well know that if I were in his position I’d be doing the same. Talk about hypocrisy. “You might not hear from Eri for a while - she’s focusing on studies.” This time it’s a not so subtle chuckle that escapes him, and I too; can’t help but want to laugh. “We’ll see…” Toshiaki’s POV Walking out again just as things start to get heated and complicated seems to be a default setting that I have mastered the full sphere of. I hate myself for doing so, yet have no intentions of letting my guard down enough to have someone crawl in to just messing around with my head and emotions - disposing me when they feel as if they’ve had enough or worst still throwing me into a situation that I can’t handle or am not ready for. Tired and irate - I let myself into the dorm, flopping down onto the nearest bed I find, just wanting something soft to consume me and possibly swallow me whole - ignoring the fact I’ve disturbed what seems to have been a long-awaited, steamy make-out session. “Kijima?” My name being addressed to me earns nothing more than about of silence as from the corner of my eye I notice Shun push Midori away ready to talk and the younger girl apprehensively rolls her eyes. I’m unsure of why there’s even a hostility between the both of us yet she seems to not want to back down with whatever impression or thought she has of me and I have no intention of doing so either. “What has she done this time?”, Midori asks - her words met with only a sideways glance. It’s Shunichiro though that speaks up and asks to want to know a little more; amongst the two of them not giving up, talking things out aloud seems like the only option and one that might not be the worst thing in the world. “She told me she liked me – and that she has feelings for someone else. Then she started crying, then made the assumption that I hated her. She degraded herself within seconds and then…”, I trail off, folding my arms behind my head and biting my bottom lip, “..she’s confusing and manipulating and interesting all at the same time and I have no fucking idea on what to do.” “Well if you want her to like you, it’s simple - just get between her legs.” The moment which Midori makes me grind my teeth but I can’t help but notice a trend here. I met the girl after she crashed through the dorm door practically attached to Yukihisa. She’s mentioned having feelings for another guy - then there’s me; how many others could there possibly be? “Midori you’re not helping.” “Look Shun if he wants the truth I’m not going to lie to him.” I’m a little taken aback that my half confession of what’s gone on has caused a small bicker to start between the lovebirds of which I unintentionally interrupted the privacy of. Maybe their bickering though will put things into perspective for me. “Tosihaki, I’ve already given you my opinion on Eriko and I still stand by it. I’m friends with her but I don’t approve of her life choices. If you want yourself added to a long and seemingly never-ending list of men that she digs her claws into and then tosses aside the moment another then by all means just slide yourself into bed with her.” Great - an argument with a woman; just what the doctor, who doesn’t seem to be around tonight, ordered. “What’s your problem with Eriko? You really seem to have a chip on your shoulder about her lately.” “My problem?”, Midori asks, her voice higher pitched and I can already tell she’s irate, “I don’t have a problem - I just don’t see how everyone has managed to get put under her little spell and fall so easily for her at the click of her fingers!” A subtle exchange of ‘I have to go’ followed by ‘I’ll talk to you in the morning’ is exchanged amongst the two I’m third-wheeling and Midori leaves without saying another word. The door is slammed shut as she makes her exit and I roll over; facing the wall whilst lying on the bed; wishing the last few weeks would just restart over. If only there was a button we could all press once we’d had enough. Hearing the tv switch on at the other side of the room, I rub over my knuckles - wondering if the cuts and bruises I earned the other night from Maki are really worth anything and suppress a sigh. I wonder if things would be different if 'she’ was still around. “Shun…”, I call out quietly, surprised to get a response, “..you up for a drink?” Midori’s POV I wake up in the dorm alone - surprisingly getting use to the unfamiliarity of quiet mornings. The brilliant mood I’d been in for a majority of yesterday before by night having turned sour I’m still in; the multitude of missed calls and texts on my phone from people I’m not ready to yet face filled me with dread. Mother - Father - Hirose - Shunichiro - Co-worker, someone from a study group - Yukihisa for some reason, Eriko… Deciding to go through them one by one, I hit redial on the last name that shows up and yawn, wondering if she’ll answer. It doesn’t take too long for the call to connect. “….. you rang?”, I enquire, stretching my arms up above my head as I pin the phone between my ear and shoulder, ready for some kind of long and winding story, “I ran into Toshi last night - by the sounds of it something’s going on between the two of you?”

Shunichiro POV (previous night)

Midori clearly isn’t fond of Toshiaki or the fact that another guy is being wrapped around Eriko’s fingers only irritates her more, on top of having our first make-out session cut off after I’ve reassured her that we have the room all to ourselves.

But you don’t turn down a drink when the sober friend proposes it, so bringing out my personal stash of brandy and vodka, preparing to listen to his side of the story.  

"She cried her eyes out and told me she likes me.” Toshi takes a slow sip, staring blankly at the glass like he’s picturing her. “And I’m confused at how easily she has feelings for someone else. But she said she’s taken your advice and be honest. She said she wasn’t asking me to be her boyfriend, thinking that I hate her then ask if we could at least be friends. So I told her the truth, I could be friends with her.“

With a scoff escape my lips, Toshi steals a glance at me before shutting his eyes in distress. "I know, that’s stupid. I sat there and told her we could be friends, watch her break down then flee as soon as the other guy showed up!”

Shaking my head and letting out a long sigh, I have warned Eriko not to mess with this one though I appreciate her attempt of improvement, people don’t change overnight and she’s simply too complicated for him to handle.

“Look, my friend. If you are not sure whether you like her or not, take some time and get to know her. Look pass that cheeky smile and ask yourself if you’d accept her dramatic lifestyle. Don’t go asking someone to change for you, she will want to grow up and be a better person when the time comes but if you don’t want to sit around and wait for it to happen, then just be friends but make sure you could stand by her side and watch her in someone else’s arms.”

Downing the rest of his drink in one go, Toshi fills it up again. “How do you know you really like Midori? You two just met! Maybe it won’t last? …. She could be really mean…”

“I just know.” Simple as that, I wish there’s a better answer for him but my heart tells me it’s her. “We’re getting to know one another but I’m not the type to walk away from my girl, whatever it is I’m sure we could work it out.”

Knowing my answer isn’t giving the satisfaction or certainty that Toshiaki is seeking, I pour more into his empty glass.

“Toshi, Midori was telling you her pattern but I do believe that Eriko already likes you. I think it’s you who need to figure out what it is that you really want or if she’s worth it for you to risk being hurt.”

Eriko’s POV (Back to next day, study session with Shuichi)

After two hours of grilling, I for once feel one step further away from failing. Buying the new stranger a cup of coffee is the least I could do though it may give him some kind of wrong impression that I’m interested or trying to extend this unusual encounter.

“Can I see you again?”

This isn’t the way I want it to turn out though I can’t say I’m surprised, “Well, I’m looking for a tutor, how much do you charge?”

The half jokingly invitation may not be what the new stranger has in mind but I thought to get the message out sooner than later.

“Coffee and cake each time we’re here and date for the ball this Friday.”

Hmm guys sure are persistent these days or it is men primal instincts not to take rejection well. “Look, I’m trying to focus on my study no boys no parties no distractions. You seem like a nice guy and I really need help with my study so please don’t bail on me cuz I’m not available.”

Hishikura lets out a sigh, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses. “People don’t say no to you, do they?”

“Nope.” I smirk at him, proud of what I’ve just done and head back to my new home alone. Keeping my newly rejected experiences all to myself until Midi returns my call.

“Oh I just had two guys rejected me in the last 24 hours and I studied straight for 2 freaking hours. I should be exhausted, miserable but I just turned down a guy who is still willing to be friends and helps me out so I’m proud and peachy!”

The 20 minutes walk seems much shorter talking to Midi which we have not done in forever, “Hey by the way, I owe you an apology for the other night. Sorry, I got you into troubles. I am trying to stay sober, key word is trying here so make sure to slap me in the face if I try to get drunk or throw myself at some guy who I don’t even know the name of, k?”

Surprisingly finding a tall familiar figure waiting outside my door, I tell Midi something has come up and we’ll definitely need to meet up soon. So much for wanting some alone time and dramatic free life. “Hey,” I manage a smile effortlessly, the perks of growing up in wealthy families, you learn to fake expression at a young age. “What are you doing here?”

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Here's the fic set yearssssss after Glory Days and maybe one day I will finish my part of Glory Days, just maybe. Sending ask to hurry me wouldn't get it any closer

Happily Ever After

Fandom: Irresistible Mistake Category: Angst / Fluff Character: Yukihisa Maki / Toshiaki Kijima / Shunichiro Tachibana OC / MC: Eriko Sato (from Glory Days) & Saichi (from Second Chances) Notes: This is base on my role play series- Glory Days and Second Chances:  Yearsss after Eriko, Shun, Toshi and Maki have graduated, the three ended up working in the same company while Eriko traveled all over Asia for work.

This time, she’s back in town for a wedding.

FYI- My Shun is still single after his split with Midori and being dumped by Sachi who later married Toshi, you can read it here.

And if you are looking forward to an epilogue for this, it shall be PURE SMUT with Maki, if that were to happen of course.

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Eriko Sato’s POV

“You look presentable,” I stare and convince myself in the mirror, “you can do this, Eriko.” Putting a pair of gold earrings that match my red off the shoulder bodycon dress and slipping into the same color heels before I grab my purse and get going.

I’m nervous yet still surprised that I’m invited, not that we haven’t moved on but it isn’t exactly easy either. We stay in touch all these years- working round our busy schedules and squeezing in a lunch or dinner date whenever I’m in town or random chitchat over the phone every now and again.

We have not forgotten each other, not in the slightest way. In all honesty, I don’t want him to be completely out of my life. We may not have ever dated but he’s always been there when I need him, listening to my problems and putting up with my craziness without ever judging or raising his eyebrows at me.

He’s forever understanding and forgiving, so now sitting in a cab and replaying our time together in the next twenty minutes seem to be the only sane way to prepare myself for the last time before I greet the stars of the day.

The venue is fairly nice, just the kind of church I imagine he’d like. And standing among a few guests outside for a few minutes, I take a deep breath, gathering, remembering, missing, grasping all the dear memories I hold of him and put them aside before my feet move up along the few heavy steps as a hand reaches the large mental handle first, “It’s a gentleman’s job to get the door for a lady.”

Oh, that voice! “And you still consider yourself a gentleman?” My smirk has creep from the corner of my lips before I even manage to turn and look at the man, “Why are you out here instead of waiting at the altar anyway?”

Gesturing his slender index finger against his lips, we quietly enter the church. “Shun is the best man, he has everything covered while I have others covered.”

“Gosh, seriously. Is it too much to ask for you to behave just for one single day?” Shaking my head with a half scoff and half scowl, I follow him to the fourth row.

“And is it so hard for you to wear black and not draw attention on someone’s else wedding day?”

We both crack a smile, the kind of comments that’d only be made by people who have known you long enough yet not at all offend you.

“Black is dull, at least on me anyway.” I am not sure why I bother with an answer that’s clearly not going to convince neither of us. 

“He could easily spot you in this outfits, well I suppose that’s your whole point, isn’t it?”

Like a kid got caught, I tilt my head to the side in attempt to charm my way out of it, for old time sake really.

“You will always make me feel tight beneath my belt and you know it, Eri.” After exchanging a low chuckle and shoving his chest, I catch a glimpse of the groom and return him a smile and nod just before the wedding music begins.

The large oak doors at the back of the church are flung open and the bridesmaids walk sedately down the aisle towards the guests. Each wearing sky blue, spaghetti strap dresses, a flash of glistening white is seen at the end of the aisle. With excited whispers, the crowd stands and turns to watch the bride’s grand entrance. It takes a moment before I can see her fully and, when I do, she’s far more gorgeous than I expect- classy yet innocent like the girl next door, the perfect girl for my lone wolf friend.

This isn’t exactly the first wedding I attend but the first that has got my full attention, listening carefully to each word as the priest reads the vows, their I dos linger in my ears- knowing that from this day on he would be happy, at ease and well loved. Still captivated by the pleasing smile that’s spreading across his handsome face, not a hint of loneliness nor dark burden on his shoulders. He looks content and free, I’m happy for him, to finally have found the right person to give him the simple joy he seeks and to spend the rest of his life with.

Once outside the church, I bring along my gift and congratulate the bride and groom. “Oh my gosh, you must be Eriko! They talk about you all the time, I’m so glad you’d make it!”

Getting a compliment from the innocent and child like bride has made me blush a little but after declining her goodness of playing cupid within the minutes we’ve met, I admit that like Shunichiro- I’m also married to my job.

The bride and groom go back to greeting the rest of their guests, I watch from afar like I once did- the time he made me midnight pancakes, the disastrous college and heartbreaking charity ball, when he fell fast asleep on my bed, saying goodbye at airport, after he walked me back to the hotel each time I was in town- he seems different now, the semi guilty expression and dark wash like sadness that sometimes flicker within his eyes are no longer found on him.

“Do you regret it? You know… He loved you all these years?”

“So do I.” I sigh, “It hurts to love him but I still do, it’s just the way I feel.”

There’s a corner of my heart that belongs to him and I know whether I ever find someone else or be in love over and over again, that one little corner of my heart will always belong to him, Toshiaki Kijima.

“So would you like some company tonight, you know, to keep your mind off … someone?”

Finally allowing myself a smother little giggle, I spin around and pinch my persistent old friend. “You don’t give up, do you Yukihisa Maki?”

With the signature smirk on his face as he offers me his arm, I wrap mine around his and leave their happy ending behind.

Writer Notes: Before readers who have sent or plan to inbox me about what happened between Eri & Toshi- the plots / scenes are already done in my head but I currently have no plan to write them out yet. As for Riki and Kagari, I simply do not know.