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[ 21:18 ] “Shin?” 

It’s hard to mind the night air that bites onto your skin with chills, not when you priorly received a call from your boyfriend, saying that he’s in front of your house. In a hurried haze, you had rushed as fast as possible to your front door. Dating Sano Shinichiro is an experience full of surprises, you note. And tonight was no different, with him showing up in front of your house at 9PM, not to mention unannounced. 

He is propped up on his bike, smile illuminated by the shine of the streetlights when he turns his head upon hearing your voice. “Sorry for suddenly coming here without telling you first.” 

“It’s okay,” your breaths form faint mists into the night, pants leftover from your frantic state clouding your exhales. “What’s up?” 

At your query, he turns his body slightly, hand making indents in his pants as he rummages through his back pocket. A few seconds pass, and he finally pulls his hand out. Trapped between his forefinger and thumb, is a small red flower and it’s hardly possible to hide the chuckle that spills from your chest when he hands it to you. Although it’s crumpled state, it was still beautiful. 

“You came all the way here only to give me this?” his cheeks burn a slight fuschia when your fingers brush against the side of his hand slightly. “You really didn’t have to.” your words are genuine, he really didn’t have to go through the hassle. Even so, the gesture brings a flutter to your heart. 

“I wanted to.” the corner of his lips curl up into a certain smile that accompanies his words. “Besides, it reminded me of you.” 

“You’re so cheesy.” your bashful laugh rings out into the night, and he follows with a laugh of his own. 

“I should get going now, it’s late.” Shinichiro sheepishly scratches the back of his head. Even though you’re certain that you’ve done well on hiding the disappointment that floods into you, he’s still all too perceptive when he reaches out to stroke his hand on the top of your head. 

“I’ll stop by tomorrow too.” he adds, no, promises. And you know you can trust him when he seals it by peeling off his gang jacket from his body, and proceeds to drape it over your shoulders. His jacket provides a protection against the cold winds of the night, and your hands scramble to secure it on your body. 

“Alright, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Definitely.” he nods firmly, aware of the hopeful lilt that tints your voice. 

With that, he turns the ignition key on his bike, the rumbles of engine starting howling through the air. “And, y/n?” The continuation to his sentence is unexpected, prompting you to tilt your head. He has yet to answer your gesture of confusion, neck craned up towards the indigo hue of the night sky. You follow his line of vision, glancing upwards at the moon that stares back at you, brilliantly contrasting with the shade of the sky. 

Slender fingers that graze your jawline with feathery touches bring your attention to him. Shinichiro gives you one last smile of reverence, warm in the cold night. 

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” 

He provides no time for you to reciprocate his words, accelerating with a roll of the bike’s throttle, leaving your mind in a frenzy and fluttering heart unattended.