War of Love - K Project Fanfic

2 - Don't Fall for Me

Mikoto stares at the large stack of papers that sat before him, beside his cup of strawberry milk. As Mikoto takes in the amount of work he'll have to edit, Totsuka watches him with curiosity.

"How long have you been an editor?" Mikoto looks up once Totsuka breaks the silence by asking the question.

"...You don't have anything to carry this with other than that bag?" He ignores Totsuka's question, coming off as not being here for friendly chitchat. But Totsuka didn't let that stop him.

Totsuka shrugs and shakes his head. "Nope. Used to have a little case, but... My last editor kinda went and made that hers, I think. Never saw it again after she quit."

Mikoto hums and flips through the corners of the papers. "Oh yea? Why'd she quit?"

"She wanted to open her own publishing company and become an agent." He shrugs once more before taking a sip of his tea. "Happens to a lot of writers."

They sit in silence for a bit, sipping their drinks as Mikoto begins to unwrap the string Totsuka had tied around the stack, just to get a quick glimpse at what he'll be dealing with. After several minutes Mikoto looks up once Totsuka sighs, seeing the writer is looking out the window. It was beginning to rain.

Figuring it was going to worsen as the dark clouds move in, Mikoto stands up and puts cash on the table for their drinks. "Let's go."

"Huh?"

"I got a motorcycle and don't feel like getting soaked." He pushes the papers back to Totsuka who puts it back in his bag for safekeeping from the rain. "Come on."

Totsuka follows him out to his motorcycle, feeling a bit awkward as he wasn't completely sure whether they going to ride together and if he was going to be invited to hop on or -- Mikoto hands him the only helmet he has, answering the questions in Totsuka's head. He slips the helmet on and Mikoto raises his hands to buckle the straps underneath his chin and Totsuka couldn't help but blush at the amount of little space there was between them, and at Mikoto's warm touch. He was curious to how it would feel to have the man's hands elsewhere before his face gets even hotter at the thought and he mentally scolds himself for fantasizing about the man again.

He gets seated up behind Mikoto and wraps his arms around his waist, tightening his hold as according to Mikoto's instructions and closes his eyes, unsure if he'd get motion sick or scared, but better safe than sorry. Aside from the looks, Mikoto was hot, even through his leather jacket. Well if the storm knocked out the electricity anytime soon, this could totally give him the excuse to use Mikoto as a personal heater. The wind whiplashes past him, sending some of his strands flying under the helmet as he clings to the other, clinging even when they come to a complete stop and Mikoto turns his engine off.

Totsuka opens his eyes and Mikoto helps him off, holding his wrist as he stumbles. "J-Jeez.. That made me a little clumsy."

Mikoto slips his helmet off Totsuka's head. "Yea, you get used to it." He would then grab Totsuka's arm and lead him inside to his apartment.

As they get settled, Totsuka finds out that Mikoto has a large amount of meat in his fridge. Like more than an average person and figured that he must be more of a carnivore, or something. And then they'd sit around the coffee table and Mikoto would grumble as he read Totsuka's papers. "...You have a weird fascination with werewolves."

"Ah, do I?" Totsuka looks down at his lap before fiddling with the snack he took from the coffee table. "W-well... I always had an interest in the supernatural. Sometimes I wish I could've been born as like a werewolf or a fae or--"

"You don't." Mikoto would say sharply in a nonchalant manner as he continues to read.

Totsuka tilts his head. "Eh? Why not?" As if to prevent his question from being answered, the lights of the apartment go out, along with the rest of the electricity in the building. Mikoto curses in response before plopping the stack on the table in front of him and sighs as he stands up. Totsuka stands up as well but is careful to where he steps, as it was getting darker even with the curtains open, as the dark clouds envelope the sky and as the wind howls as if screaming. "Man, what a nice apartment you have." He jokes and Mikoto just stares at him for a moment, silencing him and making him feel awkward.

Mikoto looks to the window, an unreadable expression still on his face. "Well, it's certainly a apartment." Totsuka stifles a laugh at Mikoto grumbling. The two would later huddle up as the cold begins to take over the temperature of the place, with Totsuka happily sighing as he leans against Mikoto.

"You're so warm. I think you're even warmer than your blankets." He'd curl against Mikoto and Mikoto would wrap his arm around him, staying silent. He then looks up to Mikoto, noticing a slight glow of red in his eyes. A beautiful red. "Hey, has anyone ever told you... you have beautiful eyes?" Totsuka would say out loud, causing Mikoto to look down at him with widened eyes before huffing and looking away. The man was flustered, but Totsuka couldn't tell in the dark.

"Tsk. You say that to all your editors? That why your last one left?"

"H-hey!" Totsuka pouts. "First of all: I wasn't totally into her, and second of all: she and I are on good terms! I can even call her up and ask her what she thinks of me and show you!"

A pause. Mikoto processes the first part of Totsuka's words and the first part alone.

"You're into me?"

Totsuka gasps and brings his hands to his mouth, his turn to be totally flustered before Mikoto looks at him once more and leans in. "Already?" Totsuka just whines in response and looks away before Mikoto grabs him by his face and forces him to look at the other once more. Moving Totsuka's hands and pressing his fingers into Totsuka's cheeks, Mikoto leaned in enough for the other to feel his breath on his lips, smirking as the writer shivers in anticipation. There was something about this brat that just really made him want to smash his lips onto the other's. And so he does, but more so gentle than what his instincts told him to do. Totsuka's lips were soft and perfect and he found himself yearning to deepen the kiss, but he'd force himself to pull away and leave Totsuka utterly breathless and now clinging to his shirt. He couldn't help but stroke Totsuka's cheek with his thumb as he fights back from kissing him again.

"Don't fall for me." He'd say before slowly pulling away, leaving the both of them yearning. He couldn't have Totsuka fall in love with someone like him... He'd only get himself hurt.