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The entire atmosphere dripped of lazy Saturday; which it was, and a lazy Saturday evening at that. The shimmering ocean of lights beyond the window shone in through the window of your apartment from where you sat in the kitchen. You had been reading a magazine, getting ready to go to sleep when a certain blonde had suddenly decided to pop in with a giant basket of fruit with a huge red ribbon on the handle. You’d stood there in your tank top and pajama shorts, stunned while staring at him blankly at your doorstep. He just gave you a childish grin. “Evening, (name)-cchi! Mind if I come in?” Your mouth opened and closed repe

 Your finger hovered over the green button on the screen of your phone, and you blinked back the tears the best you could. Should you really call him? Nobody else was here except for you, and the silence was going to make you explode. You hastily made a decision, pressed the button, and lifted the phone to your ear. After a few dial tones, a cheerful voice picked up. “(name)-cchi, what’s up? It’s rare for you to call me!” “Kise…” You’d started out by saying his name, but your voice broke at the end and you cursed how disgusting you sounded. “Kise…” Trying again wasn’t

You were on your way home from work when you spotted your boyfriend up on the big screen of a building, “New men’s perfume by Kise Ryouta,” you slightly smiled. Even though it was the same commercial over and over again that you see on your way home, you couldn’t help but feel proud. That was your boyfriend up on the screen. How many people can say that your boyfriend is a well-known model internationally? Not a lot. You arrived at the apartment with all of the lights off. Checking the clock, you saw that it was 2 am already. “Ah. He’s already asleep,” you whispered to yourself. You always worked