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The television program that afternoon was really boring. I stretched my muscles as I sighed. I had quite a lot of work today, and I had just gotten some time to rest at my apartment.
That's what I was thinking, before the sound of the door being opened distract me. A man with bright orange hair entered my room. He was carrying a white plastic bag with the logo of a well-known marketplace in my city.
"Bad day, wasn't it?" I put the television remote on the table, and patted the empty side of the sofa, asking him to sit next to me.
He didn't answer my question. Putting the plastic he once carried on the table, he leaned back and gave me an intimidating look.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He snorted, pointing at the plastic with his chin. "See it yourself."
I leaned closer to see the contents of the plastic bag. Some famous branded chocolates, and the colorful sticky notes. The frown on my forehead deepened. I picked up one of the papers and read it. In less than a minute, I was able to figure out the reason for Chuuya's frown face.
"Are these chocolates for me? Where did you get it?"
Still with an annoyed face, he cooed, "Your locker."
I put the letter back and leaned back on the sofa. "You even opened my locker? I didn't even get the chance to check my locker."
"You're happy to get chocolates from your secret fans on Valentine's Day, aren't you?"
I shrugged indifferently. "I honestly don't care."
"That was a lot." The resentful expression on his face was seemed even clearer. "Are you gonna eat them all?"
I smiled wryly. "Yes."
"Yeah, good."
"Why?"
"No, you're right. Eat them all, to make the sender happy." He emphasized the word 'sender' with a rised-tone.
"Why? Do you mind it?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes lazily. "I don't care."
I gave a long sigh at his response. "Come here, sit."
"What?"
"I need to hug my boyfriend."
Chuuya's face grew bitter at my answer. "Just hug the guy who gave you those chocolates."
I couldn't help but laugh at his words.
"Funny?" He asked with a flat face.
"Yes." I focused my gaze on him. "I see that you're jealous, but at least use your brain."
He didn't respond, and took a seat next to me, without fading his annoyed face. "I am not jealous."
"So what's the matter?"
"I said I don't care."
I chuckled again. Resting my head on his shoulder. "Alright. Then that means I can eat the chocolates."
Chuuya gone silent. At that point, I realized that he was really going to be mad at me.
"Chuuya." I lifted my head from his shoulder. "Look at me."
Chuuya grunted faintly and turned his head to look at me. In a split second, I brought my face closer and pressed my lips against his. I could clearly sense that he was surprised by the sudden kiss, but he didn't reject it either. Chuuya sucked on my lower lip, just a moment after I opened my mouth, allowing him to creep further. Exploring the corners of my mouth almost hurriedly. I bit his lip back, making him groan a bit.
"You little brat." He wiped the tip of his lips which wet from the kiss before.
I smiled. "Even a box of chocolate can't beat the sweetness of your lips just now."
Chuuya snorted in annoyance at my tease. He took off his gloves, and placed them on the table. "You're such a noisy."
"So, do you want to continue?" I brought my face closer to stare intensely at his blue eyes.
Chuuya looked away. "Don't eat those chocolates."
"Or?"
"Or I won't talk to you for a month."
I laughed at his threat. "Okay, okay. If you don't want to continue, fine. I understand, you're tired after - "
I didn't finished my words yet, before Chuuya grabbed my waist, and pulled me closer possesively.
"Why the fuck are you noisier than usual today?" Chuuya snorted. "Whatever. This is my valentine's gift."
And exactly a second after he finished his sentence, he linked our lips again.