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warnings 01 : strong language 02 : not smut but still nsfw 03 : TENSIONNNNNN
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WE BOTH WALK into the cafe, handin hand. Everything goes silent the moment we step in and walk to the cafe to get our order.
"So what do you want, babe?" Kazuha asks, a smile gracing his face as he looks at me.
"Hm..." I hum, reading everything on the menu to see what they have to offer. "I don't know."
Now, you're probably wondering, how did it come to this?
Well...
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"LET'S FAKE DATE."
What?
"What?" I gasp, stumbling back in surprise. Is he crazy? "What the fuck— what are you talking about?" A simple, familiar smile greets me. I flinch, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Why?"
He shrugs, leaning on the door behind him. "Because, people already think we're dating," he states, arms crossed. "They won't listen to us if we try to deny that we aren't, you should know how nosy people are."
I chew on my lip, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I... I guess you're right," I huff, closing my eyes. "But it's not like it would benefit us in any way... There's no point—"
