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He could still feel her lips.
He didn’t know what to think when it happened, but they were alone in his car. She had happened to be walking out in the rain when his car passed, and she was going to be soaking wet by the time she got home. He remembered her passing thought of forgetting her umbrella at home ("Silly me, really"). So he offered a ride.
Mistake number one.
The ride was tolerable. They chatted about school, about the club’s activities, anything else. He even talked about her father, and asked how he was (he was fine). She asked of his family, too ("They are alive"). She noticed he was exhausted, and he tried to reassure her that he was fine.
Mistake number two.
She said, “You should take better care of yourself, Kyouya.”
He replied, “Is that so?”
She nodded. “There would be people who would miss you at school.”
He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. “I hardly doubt it.”
She shrugged. Then she looked out the car window.
He noticed the silence they produced and instead listened to himself. And he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. It was a rare moment to see her without anyone else seeing him. He, the one who had slowly begun to fall for the woman next to him. He, the one who would not deny he had feelings for her. And the sounds were deafening.
The car stopped. She thanked him, and told him to get well. He smiled. “As I will, Haruhi, for you.” And she smiled. Then there was a moment—for a split second, he didn’t know what would happen. It terrified him.
But then he felt her lips on his cheeks, the burning cheeks ever since she entered his car.
He tried to guard himself from being detected, but her eyes locked with his. Then, a second later, she became aware, so aware that her face burned as well, and she was practically leaping from the car.
He did not watch her go to her home; he did not look back as they were driving away. He just felt the burn on his cheek.
Mistake number three.
And then he smiled, leaning back into his seat.
“Interesting.”