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Ken Sato must be some kind of siren.
He didn't even have to do anything, all he had to do was look at you with those eyes of his, and you're compelled.
Does that mean he's some sort of vampire instead? You had no clue. All you knew was he was some sort of mythical thing - he had to be - and you'd drown in those sweet inky pools of - god, what was that colour? You didn't know how to describe, and you obviously couldn't stare until you do, he'd notice. But his eyes were so beautiful, so warm and you sink right into that warmth all at once and-
Ahh. Sink. Siren.
Which reminds you...
You grin, folding your hands in the form of the little window you had came across a few days ago while scrolling your feed. The fox window.
With that small window you made, you look around the place through it as if it was a camera with a filter - the trees, the sky, the birds and the empty convenience store front, then at him.
"What are you doing?" asks Ken, his head tilted to get a better view of you.
"Oh, ya know," you start with a grin, unfolding your fingers and giving him a boxy smile. "Fox window," you say and shrug.
He chuckles, giving you that smile and that laugh, god, that made his eyes sparkle even more. He looks at you, a brow raised, dark eyes gleaming under the light. "I doubt there are any kitsunes here."
"Hmm. I was looking at you."
"Me?" He asks, pointing at himself with a confused grin.
"Yeah. You," you say and grin at him again. Near him, smiling feels so easy, as easy as breathing. And goodness, you must look like a fool but it felt so good.
"Cause you look so pretty," you say as you lean in, "I thought you were some kind of mystical creature that came to mystify people."
Me, you wanted to say. You've bewitched me.
Kenji looks away, eyes shifty and an abashed look on his face as he clears his throat awkwardly.
Oh, so the greatest baseball player with an ego the size of a whale blushes at this single compliment.
Oh and how you loved it.
