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The girl behind the rare smiles and the ‘fuck the world’ attitude.
I’m Akira and I was born in Japan. Tokyo, to be exact.
I’m merely an asocial who likes to leave them alone in hopes they’ll do the same in return.
Reina Ellis is tall, blonde, fit, and has deep blue eyes that she’s currently judging me with.
The one with sandy hair and sharp features and hard, glistening abs that could very well be used as a weapon.
Sebastian Weaver.
MY MAN
He could be the most beautiful man God has created.
“Asher would serial kill me if I come near you. I still need my life.”
The ever-so-calm Asher Carson turns into a violent motherfucker when it comes to Reina and often beat up guys for merely looking at her the wrong way in high school.
The less you care, the less you’re attached and the freer your mind is.”
“I hope you fall in love one day.”
One moment, I’m walking, and the next, Sebastian turns around, grabs me by the waist, and tugs me against him.
“The reason is her,” he says, and then his lips meet mine.
He doesn’t only kiss, he’s out to devour me. To paint black stars in the midst of the bright white lights.
“I don’t want to let you go, Naomi. I rather like it here. Just like this.”
You barely smile because you like being angry at the world and everyone in it and prefer to be an asocial weirdo instead of putting on a mask.
My lips part as I stare up at him. There’s…no way he’d be able to know all of that about me. Not when we’ve barely had any contact.
He knows everything
“Now I know what you truly are,” he says. “And what is that?” “Tsundere.”
“It means someone who’s hot and cold. Violent on the outside, despite being soft on the inside.”
“See you tomorrow, Tsundere,”
Mine is written with the characters of honest and beautiful.”
Soon enough, we were speaking an identical language only the two of us could recognize.
“No, sorry. That comes with a price, Uncle.” “Don’t call me that. Makes me feel ancient.” “You are ancient. What are you? Thirty-five?”
Netflix also wasn’t much help, but hey, true crime shows are better than overthinking everything.
my girl is so me
Sebastian is here. In my house.
“I’m actually trying to court her.”
“Good luck with that.”
“The type where if you win, I’ll leave you alone. If you don’t, you’ll give me something I want.”
“In case you forgot, I won, Tsundere,
Sebastian draws the car to a halt on a gravelly road. Right in the middle of a dark, empty forest. His voice gains a frightening edge as it penetrates my skin. “Get out.”
“To run, Tsundere.”
It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close.
Sebastian is downright beautiful in everyday clothes, but he looks like a god in his football uniform with those two streaks of black underneath his eyes.
“My own Tsundere.”
“I’m saying we’re similar, Nao, you and I. And I’ll make you embrace it even if it’s the last thing I do.”
Correction. I’m in the mood for kidnapping Naomi and chasing her.
She texted first.
“I’ll let you go and you’ll run. If I catch you, I’m going to take you,
“Reality.”
This is crazy. He’s crazy. I’m crazy.
Since I first met Sebastian, I always found him beautiful with his dark blond hair, his sharp features, and eyes that resemble the most exotic sea to ever exist. But I didn’t realize how dangerous that beauty was until I couldn’t see him.
He strokes my cheek with his nose, making me shiver. “Because it’s night and you become my whore at night.”
A modern Adonis.
No one except for my Tsundere.
“It’s definitely not nothing.”
“We’re not that common, Tsundere. I wouldn’t be able to find someone whose crazy matches mine.”
“So you’re stuck with me?” “No. You’re stuck with me, baby.”
“We are. You just refuse to admit it and what great parents we’d make, Tsundere.”
“Until you’re ready to go down that road, you’re mine to destroy.”
In that moment, after the beast in him and the fantasies in me are satiated, I swear there’s some sort of a glow that surrounds us.
