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It had been a long four months of being on an international tour with Sayaka Maizono’s pop group. Her legs were wobbly from traveling so much, bags forming under her eyes from performing shows until three in the morning & creeps following her, and to top it off, her hair was damp from the heavy, strong thunderstorm happening as she was dropped off to her boyfriend’s house. The thunder rumbled behind her, and raindrops hit the ground like bullets.
Sayaka fumbles to put the key in the lock & threw the key hard against the concrete doorstep.
Embarassingly, she was about to burst into tears because of every little thing aggrivating her.
Once she has finally gotten in, she exhaustedly shuts the door behind her as she lets out a long, deep sigh. Sayaka has been itching to pay her lover, Mondo, a visit after weeks and weeks of flights. She prayed this could get any better. Her hair & the brown leather jacket she wore from Mondo was basically a pool, as waterdrops slid down and hit the ground. She hastily unzipped the cloak and threw it across the room, letting it land onto the sofa. She took her sneakers off and gently places them on the mat infront of the door.
As if things couldn't get any worse, the coat hanger shook and the long, black leather jacket fell off its hook and hit the plank floor. Not knowing how bad the conflict between the golden zipper and the “Clank!” against the wood, it woke her boyfriend up.
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Mondo immediately shot up and he was bug-eyed. This was the first time he didn’t do his routinely “5-minute-stare-at-the-wall” after he has woken up from his slumber. He jumped from the bed, the mattress slightly creaking as he hopped up and fell face flat to the floor. He was literally on the floor, arms and legs spreaded like a starfish. Mondo seriously wanted to off himself right now.
"God damn it." Mondo gruffed to himself. His face was still planted to the floor. As Mondo firmly clutched the floor out of frustration, faint knocks came from the outside of his door.
He shot up once again, shakily balling his fists and a face so red he was practically a tomato.
"Are- Are you okay, Mondo?!" Sayaka stammered. Only God knew what was happening in there.
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The very second he hear the popstar's familiar voice, he immediately grabbed, pulled and twisted the doorknob back so fast he almost took the door down with him.
Whom stood infront of him was the charming, popular pop-star Sayaka (duh). Her taste of fashion was recognizable. a sparkly, silver headband that reflected the dim light, a pink & brown plaid tulip skirt that reached down to her knees, a crochet white sweater with sleeves that reach down to her fingertips, and white knee-high socks with a slight pink accent. Though, she was soaked in rain water.
"Sayaka?!" Mondo gasped. He felt like a teenage girl meeting her celebrity crush... although it was happening.
Sayaka chuckled. "Ehehe, of course! Did you miss me?" She exclaimed confidently, leaning against the side of the doorframe and a free hand on her hip.
Mondo shrieked and practically soared and landed onto Sayaka, his legs and arms wrapped around her body. His hands were gripping onto Sayaka's neck like he was about to be found dead, his body floating in a pool of lava. Sayaka awkwardly slides a hand onto Mondo's back for support. She could feel Mondo smile on her.
From a man like Mondo, he wouldn't regularly feel this surge of dopamine towards someone.
But having a lover like Sayaka meant the world to him.
After sobbing into Sayaka's wet sweater for a minute or two, Mondo eventually lets go of Sayaka before she trips to the ground after carrying her almost-170-pound boyfriend like a baby.
"A million fuckin' bucks a second you bet I missed you..." Mondo confessed.
Mondo jumped on the bed, landing firmly & confidently on his stomach as his body ragdolled. Sayaka stood there as the corners of her mouth her tugging. She lets out a soft giggle.
"Are you not gonna join or?" Mondo yawned. He stretched like a cat, his fists balling once more as he drew out his limbs.
"What if I get your bed wet?"
"Doesn't matter to me?! I wouldn't give a single shit if it was my girlfriend."
Sayaka hesitated for a second, and then dove onto the bed the same way Mondo did. Once she landed onto Mondo's back, she moved her hands under Mondo's stomach and interlocked her fingers together. The feeling of warmth and comfort that Mondo's lover is officially home and is wrapping her arms around his stomach made Mondo feel all grossly soft and flustered. Sayaka gently nuzzles her head against Mondo's neck and his shoulder, then gave him a faint peck on the cheek.
Mondo could literally feel everything burning up. His body went completely limp and he couldn't focus on a single thought.
Sayaka then let go of a hand under Mondo to feel his face. She nudges his cheek with the back of her hand.
"Your face is burning," Sayaka pointed out.
"Yeah, yeah, Shut the hell up..."