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She was a fashionista. She was a designer. By the time she was 20, her brand was well-known. A perfect blend of runway worthy and affordable. However, all of her clothes were one-of-a-kind. Whilst everyone knew of her clothes, nobody really knew her identity.

"Alright," (y/n) began, holding up a sketch book with a smile, "let's do this Fashion!"

Her stand came forth. A humanoid lacking facial definition on it's white and pink face and heavily lined eyes. It wore a light blue suit, white shoes, and a utility belt that consisted of various needles and scissors, and on it's back was a roll of fabric.

It was fast. Fashion's hands were a blur. Within seconds, the top drawn on (y/n)'s sketch book was created. With a smile, she retrieved the article, holding it to herself, before sighing.

"How am I supposed to start making men's clothes without a model?" She huffed, looking in the mirror. "I can see how thing's look on myself, but this..." she glared at the top before dropping it.

She put on her shoes, plopped a large hat on her head, and walked out her house.

She walked to a café thinking about a solution. She ordered coffee, but it long since has become cold. Her eyes were narrowed toward nothing in particular, her hand on her chin.

"Ma'am,"

She snapped out of it, angrily eyeing the person interrupting her deep thought.

"You've been here a couple hours and your coffee has run cold. Is there anything i can do for you?" The waiter continued.

"Ah, right. Just my bill please." She took a sip of her now cold coffee, discretely letting the distasteful liquid drip back out her mouth.

After paying, she looked down as she pushed the door open. Upon moving her eyes back up, as if by an act of God himself, ger eyes laid upon the most perfect being. A man with a teal undercut wearing a white, sleeveless, turtleneck and loose, baggy, beige pants held up by brown suspenders.

"Uhh, excuse me!" He watched as she jogged to the man. "Sorry," she brushed her (h/c) strands out of her face. "to bother you, but you," She eyed him from head to toe, his mind getting the wrong idea, he slowly dragged his foot back. "You're perfect." She smiled, eyes wide, creepily wide to him.

"I-I'm sorry?" His body now starting to turn away from this uncomfortable encounter.

"Oh! I'm sorry! My name is (l/n) (f/n). I'm the-" She looked around before leaning closer. "I'm the designer for Jeanie Boutique." His head tilted slightly and straightened his body back. "I'm looking for a male model to help me make mens clothes and you fit the criteria perfectly!"

"I see. Let's help each other then. Kishibe Rohan. Manga writer. I'm looking for inspiration for a new character. How about we talk back at my studio?"

"I'd love to!" She nodded quickly before follwing him.

"So," She began. "I've never seen you around. Are you new here?"

"Yes, actually. I moved here about three weeks ago." He suddenly stopped, making her stumble to a stop. "This is it."

She looked to over to see a big house with a white fence.

"Um, if you don't mind my asking... How old are you? This house must be expensive..." she trailed off."

"I'm 20." He blandly replied, her jaw dropping.

She follwed him inside his house. Rohan showed her around briefly before guiding her up the stairs. He showed her the manga he wrote before heading nack downstairs to make tea.

She sat down, looking at everything in the room, before her eyes laid upon a thick envelope. She stood up and stepped up to his desk.

"Ah, this must be the transcripts..." She whispered. "I've never read Pink Dark Boy, but yet I'm so curious. He wouldn't mind if I had a peak, would he?" She slowly began pulling a piece of paper out of the envelope before quickly pushing it back in. "No, I couldn't do that.."

"Why not take a peak?" She jumped and twirled around. "You really seemed curious there."

"Ah, well..." She paused, confused. "Did you make tea?"

"Don't change the subject." His voice was demanding, intimating her. She was a good five feet away from him yet she still tried to back up. "Why didn't you look?"

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"I-I just thought it'd be rude, I-" She pressed herself against the desk.

"C'mon (y/n), have a look. It's okay." He smiled slyly, stepping toward her.

"B-but-" She looked down at the envelope.

"Don't worry, (y/n). I insist. I'll even take it out for you." He started walking closer.

"W-wait!" She threw her hand up, palm out, stopping him in his tracks. "Aren't you being a bit pushy Mr. Kishibe?"

"Perhaps... but," His eyes narrowed. "aren't you being a bit stubborn?" He lifted his foot to continue.

"Stop! Not another step!" She yelled. "Please." She lowered her voice. "Just let me leave, please don't hurt me." He sighed.

"I just want you to critique me. I love hearing what others have to say." He smiled, innocently, making her falter.

"Ah... well..." She paused as she glanced at the envelope and then back at Rohan. "I-I guess it wouldn't hurt... but please stay back a bit." He nodded and closed his eyes before taking a few steps back to lean against the door frame.

"Don't worry, I would never try to hurt you." He spoke softly.

She reached for the package with her eyes still on Rohan. She opened it, pulling out a handful of black and white transcripts. She looked at the smooth lines as they began to glow. Her eyes widened as she dropped them, papers gliding all around her and she fell with them.

"Heavens Door!" She glared at Rohan, he began running to her, but was stopped.

"What's this?" He looked down at his pants, they were sewn to the ground, making him unable to move. "So you have one, too." He mumbled.

"Undo this. Now." She was furious. Her limbs were peeling into pages. "I won't ask again Rohan."

The man chuckled, raising his hands in a shrug. "No need to be so upset, Heavens Door can't hurt you. Just let me take a look."

"You won't fool me again." She stood up and darted for the door until a weight fell on her. Rohan had ripped his pants free and pulled (y/n) to the ground.

"Age 19. Born in (b/p). Confident, eccentric, independent, polite." He kept going on about (y/n)'s backstory and traits.

"Stop, please. If you want to know. I'll tell you! This isn't right, we can still be friends!" She struggled against his weight, but she was too weak.

"Alright alright. I've seen enough." She sighed in relief. "But first, I need to add something." She heard the sound of a pencil scratching against paper.

"What are you doing?" He hummed. "Mr. Kishibe? Hey-"  She blinked when she noticed her body went back to normal. She inspected her arms and hands before feeling her face.

"Okay," He began as he stood uo, offering a hand to (y/n). "I fixed you. Now fix my pants." He pointed at his visable ankles.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" She bowed. "Fashion!" She called her stand forth and it immediately went to work. It cut each leg the same length at his shins, made a seam, and filled the missing length with new fabric. The change was barely noticeable. "I hope that's good enough."

He looked down, inspecting his updated pants, twisting his legs for better angles. "Hm. Thank you." He looked back at (y/n)'s (e/c) eyes. A hint of sadness in them as she looked away.

"Was it all a lie?" She mumbled. He tilted his head when she lookes back at him. "Are you not going to help me?" He was surprised. "It's just because you're too perfect of a model to let go of because of this. Sorry." She trailed off. He laughed.

"Of course I'll help you." His hand gently touched your hair. "As long as you help me." His eyes narrowed with his smile.

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(Y/n) got in bed early that day. Reinvisioning the scene that took place in Rohan's studio. The gentle man she first met, was not as gentle as he had seemed. It baffled her, but he would not leave her mind.

A part of her was more confused on why she forgave him. She gets mad easily, but she had never gotten that angry. She would have never forgave someone else like that, so why him? What did he do to make her want to see him again?

It wasn't his personality, that was for certain.

She rolled over to her window, squinting when a ray a sun hit her eye. She jolted up, looking at her clock. Frustrated, she hung her head. She didn't get a wink of sleep.

Too lazy to make breakfast, she got dressed and began toward the café. It was cloudy, but not too cold. Feeling her stomach growl, she walked faster.

"You're in a hurry." A familiar voice called out. She turned to face the man that took away her sleep. "Are you going to the café? Let me treat you today."

"Oh, it's okay you don't have to." She shyly looked away. She had the money, but she was a mooch when she had the chance.

"How about you treat me then?" Her facade broke. He must've read about it yesterday. Her mouth twitched into a smile.

"Yes, I'd love to." He held his hand out, gesturing for her to start walking.

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"Ah... I can't decide on what I want to get. Maybe i should get everything. You wouldn't mind right?" Rohan glanced innocently at (y/n).

"O-of course not. Get as much as you want." Her eyes were narrowed, but her lips stayed in a soft smile. He hummed in response.

"I'll have coffee and toast." She looked back at him, quizically.

"S-same." She spoke quickly and the waiter disappeared into the back. "That's all you want?"

"Yeah, turns out I'm not that hungry. Besides, we're going back to my house, I have plenty of food there."

"W-wait! I never agreed to that!" Leaning forward, her voice rose a tad. He looked at her with a slightly shocked expression. She leaned back. "I-I mean... it's not like I don't want to." She paused. "I'd love to, Mr. Kishibe."

"Here's your bill, take you time." The waiter placed the reciept face down in the middle of the table. (Y/n) reached for it, but Rohan had gotten to it faster.

"W-what? I was going to pay. Pass it to-" He held his palm put to her.

"No, allow me." He smiled, pulling out his wallet and placed down the appropriate amount of bills. He stood up quickly, grasping her wrist. "Let's go."

Shocked, she let Rohan drag her out of the café. "Are you in a hurry, Mr. Kishibe?" He stopped and looked at her.

"You know, you don't need to be so formal." Her big eyes stared right into his. He'd notice he was still holding her wrist. Why? he thought.

"O-okay," He released her. "Mr. Rohan." He silently sighed before continuing again.

They reached his house. He opened the door, letting her go first. He went to make tea, leaving (y/n) on a couch in the den. Her elbow pressed into the armrest with her head resting against her fist. The sleep she had missed, finally caught up to her making her eye lids too heavy to hold open.

"(Y/n)-" He stopped at the threshold when he saw your gentle, sleeping face.

He placed the tray of tea on the coffee table and sat in a chair across from her. He stared at her for a moment before pulling out a sketch book. He sketched her face. Not leaving a single detail out. He finished shortly after, but continued watching her. Her slightly parted lips moving with her breaths. He didn't notice how much time had went by. She stirred, eye's beginning to open, and he quickly flipped the page over.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Mr. Rohan!" She jumped to her feet. "I must have gotten so comfortable that I drifted right off." She chuckled with embarrassment. Had he been watching me? She wondered.

"No worries. QI'm glad you're comfortable here. You looked so peaceful that I didn't want to bother you. Did you not sleep well last night? It must have been my fault. I'm sorry." She shook her hands out at him, shaking her head.

"N-no, don't worry about it! It was my fault. I stayef up flipping through magazines for inspiration." An awkward silence fell between them. She looked at the stairs. "We should get to work then, shouldn't we?" She pointed. He smiled, stood up, and made his way up to his office, her following right behind him.

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The sun began to set. Rohan and (y/n) worked for hours. The latter put together numerous outfits, mixing and matching the different articles to perfect them. Soon, she'd have enough to announce the men's clothing line.

"Um, Mr. Rohan?" She waited for him to acknowledge her as he was also sketching. "If you don't mind, could you come to my house tomorrow? I'll need to take some pictures of you in these clothes as advertisement."

"Sure. I'll do that. Write your address down for me." he handed you his sketchbook, failing to press the previous page down properly, partially exposing what was drawn. "I'll bring you breakfast."

His words inaudible to (y/n) as she questioned the pencil markings she'd seen. She recognised the pattern drawn in the background, it was his couch. She noticed the (h/l) hair, too. It was too much of a coincidence for her to think anything else than he had drawn her sleeping. Why would he have done that? Was it really such a good expression to him?Light pink dusted her cheeks, she was frozen in thought until Rohan's voice finally go through to her.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) are you okay?" He waved at her, causing her to look up, her (e/c) eyes wide and looking straight into his teal orbs. "Did you forget where you live?" He joked.

"Of course not! I was just distracted." She quickly scribbled her house number and street name in the bottom corner before handing it back to him. "I should get going now, it's almost dark." She got to her feet and Rohan guided her to the door.

"Get some rest tonight. I'll be there early." He spoke, holding the door open and looking down to her with a smile.

"Yes, I will. Thank you for helping me, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Mr. Rohan." She bowed before walking off his property and down the road, waving at him one more time. Rohan watched her, making sure she was safe as she walked out of his view.

She froze when she opened the door to her home. The entry cluttered with a heaping pile of shoes. Empty bowls which were formally used for ramen on restless nights, sat atop the coffee table. Jackets slewn over the back of the couch. Magazines cluttered every inch of the floor along with papers, torn and crumpled.

"Ah! I completely forgot what a mess I am!" She exclaimed with her hands on her face. "There's no way I'm going to be able to clean this all up and get some sleep.." She sighed.

She spent an hour collecting every dish, tossing them in the sink. She carried all the shoes, throwing them onto the floor of her closet. He's not coming in my room anyway, this can stay a mess. She shrugged.

Many hours had come to pass and she still wasn't finished cleaning the dishes. She had filled trash bags in front of the door, waiting to be relocated to a dumpster. She hadn't even begun to pick up the random magazines and sketches from the floor. A ringing from across the room stole her attention.

She snapped her head to the wall receiver, confused. Who the hell is calling? It's almost two in the morning! She made her way over, picking the phone up with a curious, but annoyed, "hello".

"Sorry to call you so late, (y/n). Something came up and I'm not able to come by tomorrow." He stated.

"You could have called in the morning, you know." She harshly replied.

"Yes, but I know you have mild insomnia. I figured you'd be up for at least another hour." She narrowed her eyes.

"What don't you know about me?" She breathed.

"Anyway, you seem busy. Have a good night (y/n). Have some warm milk and try to sleep soon." He hung up swiftly, not giving her time to say goodbye.

Frustrated, she hung the reciever back up and leaned against the wall. Her insides heavy, pulling her down to sit on the floor. She pressed her chin onto her knees with a sigh.

"What could have come up? Something important? Should I go visit him?" She pondered. "No, I shouldn't. I don't want to bother him." She shoved her face behind her legs. "Why do I want to see him so bad?" She whined.

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She woke up when the sun began to shine through the window. She was laying on the ground beneath her phone. She stretch before standing up and sighed. I guess he really isn't coming. She thought. She made her way to the sink and began cleaning the rest of the dishes.

She slowly finished cleaning her house for no one but herself. She was bored and didn't know what to do with herself. She sat on her couch with her sketchbook on her lap and pencil in hand. She sat in that position for minutes.

"Come on, (y/n)! Draw something!" She frowned.

She gave up, tossing her equipment aside. She leaned back with a groan. A grumble from her stomach only made her groan louder. Maybe I should call him.

She jumped up and scrounged for her phone book. She flipped through the pages looking for his name before bringing her palm to her face. What are you thinking, (y/n)? She slammed the book closed and returned to the couch.

She was unproductive for the rest of the day. Only moving to change positions on the cushions. She didn't even really think about anything, but if she did, it was only Rohan.

She jumped when her phone rang. Her eyes widened and she ran to the reciever, greeting the other line excitedly.

"Hey (y/n)!" A girls voice instantly disappointed her. It was one of her friends who ran the boutique. "You haven't brought us any new clothes recently, the shop's looking a bit bare."

"Oh, right. I'll get on it I've-" She paused for a moment. "I was busy with the mens collection."

"Whoa! I want to see what you've got, I'll be right over; with new magazines, too!" (Y/n) sighed when the other line clicked.

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"Whoa, whoa, (y/n). Why's it so clean in here? Did ya clean up just for me?" The girl giggled.

"Yeah sure." (Y/n) replied unenthused. "Just leave those over there, I'll get the clothes." She pointed to the table before turning around.

She walked into her room. The floor was buried with jackets and shoes. It's here somewhere. She dug around for the bag that she used to carry clothes from Rohan's. She started digging frantically, pushing everything to a pile in the corner.

"No way!" She shot up, hair a mess.

"You ok-" Her friend appeared at the door, shocked by the mess. "So this is where all that stu-"

"I left it!" (Y/n) ran to the phone book. Tearing pages to find his name. "It's not here!" She ran past he startled friend to throw her shoes on before running out the door.

She waited around the corner of Rohan's street watching the door. She waited to see any sort of movement in the home. Maybe he really isn't home. She wondered before slowly walking toward the big structure.

She froze as soon as the door opened and ducked behind a fence. Rohan walked out and locked the door behind him. She sighed when he turned the other way. Maybe he left the back unlocked. She came out of hiding when he was out of sight and began suspiciously walking again. She went to the back door and shook the knob. Locked. She frowned.

She peered in through in uncovered window before trying to open it. This too. She sighed before going back to the front. She attempted the front windows, but to no avail. She scratched her head in thought and then it hit her.

"Fashion!" The stand erupted beside her and she pointed at the lock. "Pick it!"

Surely those needles would be useful this way, too. Moments later, the lock clicked open and she smiled. She quickly opened the door and kicked her shoes off to run upstairs. Now where did I put that? She looked around the studio as she stepped up the the desk.

"What's this?" (Y/n) carefully slid a paper concealing a drawing underneath. It was her. A drawing of her smiling. "When did he do this?"

She heard the sound of a key entering the lock of the front door. She scrambled to put the papers how she found them. Frantic, she looked around for a place to hide. She flattened herself against the wall behind the door, listening to the footsteps coming up the stairs.

The footsteps stopped at the doorway. With a gulp, she closed her eyes. I can't let him see me. He'll be so angry! She thought. The footsteps continued, but they went the other way. He had ooened a door and closed it behind him. Now's my chance!

She darted out the room, almost tripping down the stairs. Aha! There you are! Her bag hung by the door. She grabbed it and ran out the door, slamming it shut, and kept running, not looking back. When she got around the corner, she froze.

"M-my..." She panted. "My shoes!" She looked back and slapped her cheeks. "I'm an idiot! He knows it was me! I thought I could pass as a burglar, but he knows!" She hung her head and dragged her socked feet back home.

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She collapsed on the couch with a huff. She peeled her dirty socks off, thinking about the situation. There's no way I can face him now. I'll have to find someone else. She grumbled and leaned forward to put her head in her hands.

"(Y/n)?" (Y/n) jumped to the sound of her friend. "You seemed really distraught so I decided to wait here for you, but it seems our friend is having difficulties at the shop. Also, a really handsome man came by, he wanted to give you something directly." Her eyes squinted at (y/n). "Did you land a boyfriend without telling me?!" She pointed.

"Wha-!" (Y/n) jumped up and waved her hands. "No way! That's not it at all!" They stared down at each other before the phone ringing broke their connection.

"Anyways (y/n), I'm heading out. Tell me about your boyfriend next time!" She waved and hopped out the door.

(Y/n) regretfully put the reciever up to her ear. "Hello?" She mumbled.

"(Y/n)." A familiar, flat, voice spoke.

"Ah, Mr. Rohan. I was just about to call you! Funny sto-"

"I came by to deliver your bag. It seems you went the long way so we missed each other."

"Yeah, it seems like it." She sheepily replied.

"I'm coming over with your shoes. Make me some tea, or if you're not busy, I haven't had dinner yet."

"Wait a minute, isn't that a bit rude? Shouldn't-" the line started beeping. "Hello? Mr. Rohan?" She flicked the reset button a few times before sliding the phone back to its home.

With a sigh she pulled lettuce and other leafy greens out of the fridge to make salad. I hope this will satisfy that bastard. She puffed hair away from her face.

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A knock at the door was all she needed for her mood to switch from grumpy to joyful. She hummed to the door, smoothing out her clothes, and opened the door.

"Mr. Rohan! I'm happy to see you." Her smile faded when she saw his usual almost angry expression. "Please come in." She mumbled, stepping aside.

"Thanks." He pushed (y/n)'s shoes into her chest as he kicked off his own.

"I made salad, sit wherever you'd like."

The air was so thick, she couldn't eat. She tried to forget what had happened, but instead, she kept replaying it over and over in her head.

"Idiot!" She thought out loud after throwing her face into her palms. She looked up Rohan furrowing his brows at her. "N-not you M-Mr. Rohan!" She stammered. "I just- I'm sorry." She hung her head.

"I broke into your house after you left because I knew you were busy. I should have at least called first and I know you're probably really mad at me. I didn't mean to be a bo-"

"I don't care." He interrupted.

"What? What do you mean? I snooped around your house, I even hid from y-"

"I knew you were there before I even opened the door. It was unlocked. I knew I had locked it." He sighed. "I don't care that you were inside, but you did something I thought you wouldn't." She tilted her head in confusion.  "The first time you were over, you wouldn't look at my manga. So why did you look at the drawing?" He leaned across the table, his face inches from hers.

She snapped her reddening face away. "I-I don't know."

"You're so interesting (y/n). Have you changed between that time and now? What's changed about you?" Her eyes widened when the shadow of his hand got closer to her.

"N-nothing!" She jumped up, laughing awkwardly. "I looked because it caught my eye."

Her narrowed his eyes at her. I can't let him read anything now. He'll know about my feelings! She froze, her lips parting slightly. My feelings? Do I- She shook her head.

"Mr. Rohan, if you don't mind, I plan on going to sleep soon so if you could-"

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'll let you rest." He was upset, she could tell by his tone.

She frowned as he left, almost slamming the door behind him. Her hand clutched the cloth on her chest as she exhaled sharply. You idiot.

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(Y/n) stayed awake all night. Her eyes were glued to her ceiling as he laid on her back atop her bed. When the suns rays came in, she covered her face with a groan and turned over. Another sleepless night. She sighed.

She dragged her self to her desk, deciding to get back to work. She picked up her pencil and began sketching. For the first time, her sketches included more than just the clothing, she had drawn a familar face and green hair.

Hours later, (y/n) produced over a dozen articles of clothing and stuffed them into a plain box. She wiped her forehead with her sleeve and went to her closet. After changing, she set out to deliver the new stock.

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"Here it is." (Y/n) breathed as she plopped the box on the counter. "These are the male items. It's not much so just display them whenever." She turned away. "I'll bring more next week." She held up her hand as a wave.

"But," Her friend began. "What about adver-"

"Just make a sign and hang it on the window or something." She almost mumbled before walking out of the store.

She made her way back home, subconsciously going the route that passes Rohan's house. Why am I so upset? He's just some guy. She sighed for probably the millionth time and stuffed her hands in her pockets, hanging her head back to admire the clouds within the sky.

"Is there a reason you're standing in front of my house?" The voice pulled her out of sadness and into embarassment as she realized she was in front of Rohan's house.

"Uh! No I was just-" She thought for a moment. "Daydreaming!" She awkwardly laugh as she rubbed her neck. "I'll be on my way then, sorry to bother you." She spoke quickly and quietly as she almost began to run away.

"Oi oi oi oi." She stopped and turned to face his disapointed look. "Come inside." Her eyes widened slightly in confusion and she followed him into the familiar, cozy, home.

"Uh-" He silenced her by shoving his index finger in front of her face. She cocked her head in response and he moved his hand to point at the couch.

She took a seat and he settled in to the chair across from her. He crossed his legs and leaned forward to rest his head on his palm over his thigh. He stared at her, expressionless. She, however, gulped and smiled nervously. She felt her cheeks and ears get warmer as she stared back. Why am I here? What is he doing? Should I say something?She wondered.

She opened her mouth to speak, but his sudden grunt and furrowed eyebrows told her to stay silent. She sighed and hung her head, escaping Rohan's gaze by shutting her eyes. Cold fingers under her chin caused her to jump, above her red cheeks, her eyes wide until a bright flash forced her to shut them.

"Perfect." He mumbled, looking at the picture he captured on his camera. He smiled at the screen. "A prefect expression."

"Hey!" She snapped. Another flash of his camera startled her. "Wha-"

"Shh." He hushed her as she glared. He took another picture.

It took everything she had to obey him. She held onto her pants with fists to keep her from punching him. She breathed sharply through her nose. She scoffed as she turned her head away and shut her eyes. Why am I letting this asshole order me? I should just leave. She thought.

"Is this the only reason you made me come in?" She turned back to face him. "To take embarassing pictures of me? Just what am I to you? A toy?" She snatched her belongings before jumping up and stomping to the door. "You could've at least told me you wanted to get pictures."

"(Y/n)." He sighed. "The expressions were perfect because I didn't tell you. Don't you get it? That was the whole point." She knew he was right. She knew she's overreacting, but that only made her more angry.

"How about that day you told me you wouldn't be able to come by, but you were obviously not busy? What happened then, huh? If you didn't want to come, you could have just said something instead of lying about it." She shoved her feet into her shoes and reavhed for the door.

"Sorry, (y/n)." She heard him inaudibly whisper. "Heaven's door!"

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Her eyes widened. Her hand reached out and turned the doorknob, but only managed to crack the door open before a pale hand slamed it back closed. She turned to face him. His body close to her, but his face was even closer.

"Please," She murmured. "Please don't read anything yet."

"Hmm?" He cocked his head. "Are you hiding something from me?" He leaned closer.

"N-no." Her face ignited with blush as she felt his breath brush agaist her skin. He pulled out a pencil and brought his hand up to her face, his other still remained against the door by her head. "Wait!" She grabbed his hand. "If you're going to read it regardless of my wishes then let me just tell you."

"I was only going to make you forget." He replied.

"F-forget what?" She stammered.

His eyes wavered away from hers. Is he talking about the arguement right now? Or could he mean  everything since the day we met? He closed his eyes and sighed. Straightening his body and dropping his hand back to his side, he began to speak.

"I'll make you forget meeting me." He stared into her shocked eyes.

"N-no!" She grasped at his shirt. "I don't want to forget! I-I-!" She looked away hiding her embarassmemt. "I like you." She whispered. It was silent for a while.

"Hm." He finally replied. Grabbing her hands and peeling them away from his clothing.

"Ah, sorry." She looked up at him before beginning to turn back to the door. "I didn't mean to be a burden to you. Go a head and forget about me, but I want to remember you."

"Wait." He grabbed her wrist. "Go on a date with me tomorrow."

She gasped softly and tried turning her head to look at him, but he reached around her and pulled her face away with his other hand.

"I'll pick you up at noon." He pulled her body away from the door, against him, and opened the door before pushing her out. He turned around before she could see him. "And don't eat. I'll take you somewhere."

The door swung closed before her. What the heck? Was he trying to hide his face from me? Could he have been blushing? She exhaled as she smiled and turned away, walking back to her house.

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Her eyes opened and she turned to her clock in confusion. She woke a minute before her alarm was set to go off. She stayed in bed, eyes glued to the cieling, as she thought about yesterday. With a smile, she turned her alarm off and sprang up, striding to the bathroom.

After showering, she dried and styled her hair how she thought was the cutest look for her. She applied some makeup and dashed back to her closet. Hmm... I have nothing to wear. She thought, staring at the piles of clothes on the floor and the plethora of clothes hanging up.

She hastily drew a few different dresses. She stared at them for a long while until she finally decided on boho-ish (f/c) dress. Her stand got right to work. The shoulders were cut out, the sleeves got wider as they reacher her wrists, and the bottom was tapered, the shortest point reaching a few inches above her knee at her front.

She smiled approvingly at her reflection. She turned away and glared at the floor before digging around, looking for shoes to complete her outfit. She froze when someone knocked on the front door. He's early! I don't even have shoes yet! She dug for a couple more seconds before sighing and dashing for the door.

"Hey!" She breathed. He tilted his head at her like he was going to ask a question until he looked down. His eyes widened slightly before he looked away.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked while staring at the outside of her home.

"I-I just need to find my shoes. Come in." She made way for Rohan, gesturing for him to take a seat on your couch.

She quickly made it back to her room exhaling. She squeaked as she finally found some brown flats. When she returned to the main room, Rohan was laying comfortably on the couch. His eyes were closed. She cautiously walked over to him, unsure if he was sleeping or not.

"I'm not sleeping, you don't need to sneak over here." His eyes opened and snapped to her. He smirked as he grabbed her wrist and pulling her towqrd him. After stumbling forward she looked at him to see his face was just below hers. "Let's stay here a while." He finally said, eyeing her parted lips.

Her face was hot. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was thinking. His other hand snaked around her head, fingers in her hair, and pulled her towards him. He pressed his lips against hers. He could feel her stiffen nervously and smiled before moving his hand down to her cheek to push her gently away.

"I-I'm gonna make t-tea!" She stammered before rushing to her stove. She could hear him chuckled as she filled a kettle. She could also hear him start talking, but her thoughts were so loud she couldn't understand his mumbling.

"I guess I shouldn't tell her we've met twice. This time worked out much better."