continuation from here | @swansofmisery
She’s the girl from the bookstore was his first thought when his colleagues invited her to join their game. They needed another member to make the game fair, but if she wasn’t interested why bother? She never seemed particularly interested in anything when he first saw her at the bookstore. Although beautiful, she seemed unapproachable. She was so beautiful that it was unreal which in turn, made her unapproachable that day. But on this day, she felt warm and inviting. Haru assumed it was because of the sport. “You’re the girl who works at the bookstore, I was there the other day,” and the next few weeks were history, very cliche.
He wasn’t looking for a relationship, but maybe he should have been to fill the void his friendships were unable to fill before his untimely death. Over the time he knew her, his attraction to her grew physically and emotionally. He enjoyed talking to her to pass time before their game or sharing a snack with her just to spend more time together. It was a nice change of pace and served as an escape.
So when he meets her the next weekend, he brings along her favorite milk tea and sits beside her on the grass underneath her favorite oak tree. In return, it had become his favorite spot as well. When he said those words, he meant them. Not because she was great at volleyball (which was true) but because of how she looked in the sunlight, the way her dark hair flowed down her back, and how she talked shit after scoring in each game. He wants to experience more of that and more parts of her. And what better way to seal this desire with a kiss, if she’d accept. She was clever when she spoke and he listened to it all with one thought on his mind.
“An addiction I’d accept, no cure needed.” He leans closer to her, planting a soft and subtle kiss on her lips, one that he had thought of the last few weeks. He didn’t particularly care who was around as he did so. He kisses her again, his hand resting on the side of her neck, strands of her hair loosely intertwining with his fingers. It’s just a kiss or two, possibly more before he pulls away to lock eyes with hers. They were beautiful, just like every other part of her and he could get lost in them for sometime. In fact, he wants to get lost in them every night.
“Let’s skip today’s game, they can play without us.”