❝ THE HOST CLUB WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU. ❞
( 𝟲𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗭𝗘 + 𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗢 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 )
━ MODERN AU ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
ⵌ𝟎𝟎𝟏. you weren't expecting to run into six
boys claiming to be members of a host club.
you got yourself into debt after break...
however, the smudge seemed to be more persistent than expected, and he ended up leaning in closer, his fingers tracing the edge of the frosting with a gentle touch.
as his fingers brushed against her skin, (name)'s breath caught in her throat. their faces were suddenly so close, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers.
the room seemed to quiet down, and the world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in that fleeting, intimate moment.
for a brief, suspended second, their eyes locked, and a different kind of awareness seemed to blossom between them.
their heartbeats echoed the rhythm of a shared emotion that went beyond the playfulness of the moment.
as the realization of their proximity settled in, their cheeks flushed with a mutual embarrassment that mirrored the frosting on (name)'s nose.
his fingers finally managed to remove the smudge, and he pulled back slightly, his own face tinged with a rosy hue.
"got it." he said softly, a trace of a nervous chuckle in his voice.
(name) nodded, her heart beating a little faster in her chest. "thank you." she replied, her voice equally soft.
as he pulled back, a subtle but shared smile tugged at their lips, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected closeness.
the memory of that fleeting touch lingered in the air, leaving behind a sense of intimacy that neither of them could ignore.
with a cough to clear his throat, the white-headed boy turned his attention back to the cake. "well, our cake is certainly unique, right down to its frosting designs."
(name) chuckled, her fingers playing with the edge of her apron as she regained her composure. "yes, i suppose our artistic talents extend beyond just baking."
as (name) continued to laugh and chat, his thoughts drifted away from the conversation, pulled by a thread of confusion that tugged at his heart.
the image of their faces being so close, his fingertips gently brushing against her skin as he wiped away the frosting, replayed in his mind like a persistent melody.
he found himself lost in his thoughts, his brow furrowed in an attempt to decipher the unfamiliar emotions swirling within him.
amid the laughter and the jovial atmosphere, he was struck by a sudden realization. the memory of their close proximity had triggered something deeper, something that defied explanation.
the playfulness of the moment had ignited a spark of awareness, like a fire slowly spreading through his thoughts and emotions.
he watched as (name) continued to engage in the conversation, her gestures and expressions captivating him in a way he hadn't quite experienced before.
her laughter was a melody that resonated within him, leaving him both enthralled and bewildered.
the cake they had created sat on the table, a symbol of their shared adventure and the connection they had deepened.
yet, for kazuha, the cake had become a metaphor for the emotions he was grappling with – a mixture of sweetness and uncertainty, much like the frosting they had spread.
the sound of (name)'s laughter brought his attention back to the present, and he turned his gaze towards her with a mixture of fascination and contemplation.
as he watched her, the memory of their faces being so close seemed to play in a loop, like a scene from a film he couldn't shake off.
the sensation of her breath against his skin, the warmth of their proximity – it was all etched into his mind, leaving him questioning the nature of his feelings.
kazuha couldn't deny the undeniable pull he felt towards (name), a connection that went beyond friendship.
but the uncertainty clouding his thoughts was unfamiliar and unsettling. with a quiet sigh, he realized that he couldn't find the answers he sought in that moment.
the truth of his feelings was as complex as the mixture of ingredients in the cake they had baked together.
but one thing was certain – the memory of their faces being so close would continue to linger, a constant reminder of the emotions that had been stirred, waiting for the right time to be explored and understood.
↷⁞ END OF CHAPTER 39!
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