Warning: Heated Content
The view of the students that were running across the hallways made the girl's stomach sank in bitterness. The kids never bothered to apologize to her once they accidentally bumped into her causing to almost drop her phone. She hissed, putting her earphones on as she went to the direction of the bathroom.
The girl opened the bathroom stall using her foot, closing the lid of the toilet as she sat on top of it while pressing her back against the wall and her feet against the other side. She had a lot of piercings on her ears, large eyebags and eyes that had been spilling tears for days. "I'm bothered by the fact that everyone in this school are happy. I hate everyone, especially happy people."
Y/n smiled. "Is it because you're not happy?"
She didn't answer but she nodded in response. "Sometimes, you get to hate things to mask the fact that you wanted them. It can apply to things that you don't have, it's like hating a person who didn't do shit to you but you wanted to be like them because they're nothing like you." Y/n explained while leaning against the stall's wall as the girl stared at her in disbelief.
"I hated people with a future, people who can envision their future because I can't seem to visualize where I'm going. A blurry pathway that I can't comprehend." Y/n was currently talking to her past self, from three years ago during the year where Hina died. "I would try to run away whenever someone asks me about my future. I hated looking forward on what's coming tomorrow if I only have to face this gloomy feeling that I can't shake off."
"I sometimes wished that I can go home and sleep forever. I hate myself, I want to disappear forever." The girl added while hugging her knees together, one of her earbuds were about to fall off. She turned to look at Y/n with a questionable look. "Hey tell me, are we going to be okay?"
"Yeah. We're going to be okay."
The girl lifted her head with tears appearing on the corners of her eyes. Y/n puts her hands behind her back, a soft smile appearing on her face. "I can't promise that everything is going to be okay because at some point we are and we are not. But I can promise you that despite the breakdowns and the anxieties, we're still going to be okay."
"I can assure you that you will have your happy ending."
"And you can't die yet. Because along the way, you'll meet wonderful people. You'll soon have awesome friends, you'll get to reconcile past relationships that you didn't get to mend. Most importantly, you'll meet someone that will make you feel like you're over the moon, someone who will give you the love that you deserve, who will love every single part of you and that you will never know loneliness ever again."
"You believed that promises were meant to be broken, but he can change your perspective because the two of you will be together tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and forever. That someone won't drift away when you're being real to them, instead they will love you more because you're you."
"That person will come to your life, in the future." Y/n crouched down to the girl's level, taking her hands to hold them. Y/n tenderly hugs the girl, stroking her hair with her fingers. "You may feel resentful towards yourself but I'm going to tell you that I love you, even if you don't love yourself." Maybe in this dream, this is the chance where Y/n had to tell her past self what she wanted to hear.
Even if you speak from the heart, eventually it will come back to you as a scar. 'I was here, and it was you who came to me. I believe in your galaxy, how will the stars of your galaxy embroider the night sky.' Y/n's past self dispersed into little triangle pieces and ended up hugging herself, it was as if she was transitioned to the other side of the bathroom, outside of the stall.
Hanako-san, Hanako-san, are you there?
"My world was full of misfortune, dogged by pain and grief, I used to believe that promises were meant to be broken. Now the most beautiful moment in life, was when,"
At the moment the stall opens, an image of Hanako appears.
"I found you."
Love is not something you always chase just for the feeling of butterflies because one day it will disappear and you'll get bored of it. It's also not something that you should be desperate for just because you feel lonely and wanting to feel loved. Y/n got it wrong from the second part because she used to believe that everything is okay when someone loves you—no, that's not how it works. It's more than that.
What's the point of having her relationship with Souho to last when she can't even view her future with him? Y/n realized that she only accepted his confession to gain experience, to feel what dating feels like in the movies she watched, out of desperation of wanting a lover not expecting that she will be ghosted in the end despite her expecting a lot of things from Souho.
Like Hanako said from the Misaki Stairs, things won't do right away, ending things too quickly would be boring. If you want love, lower your expectations but never settle for less. To Y/n, love is like an 'oh fuck' moment that you didn't expect to come out of nowhere but eventually you'll get used to it and realize that this guy in front of you is the one.
Y/n opened her eyelids as a tear rolled down from her eyes. Her lips were parted in shock from the dream she had. Amane has his arms wrapped around her waist with his face buried against the back of her shoulder. She sits up to wipe away her tears. "Y/n...stay here..." Amane murmurs in a sleepy voice as he moves closer to hug her more. "Where are you going...?"
"Oh—sorry for moving." Y/n whispers. She smiled at Amane's sleeping form, he looks so adorable clinging on to her waist like he doesn't want to let her go. Y/n couldn't be happier knowing that this guy will be holding her for the rest of her life, and then the next, they were inseperable.
He tugged her hand as Y/n ended up falling on top of him, she stiffened at the position because she's not really used to be above. Amane opened his eyes, greeting her with a soft smile while he runs his fingers to comb her hair. "Good morning~" Amane greeted, cupping the sides of her face to press a kiss on her nose.
"Good morning," Amane carefully places the strap of her top back to her shoulder since it was falling off. Y/n lets out a yawn as she raised her head to see the sunrise through the window. "I guess we woke up early..." Y/n scratches her head. "Should we get up?"
"No." Amane's grip around her body tightens slightly. "Stay here in my arms." Y/n's face bloomed into a red color, her heart must've skipped a beat. It wouldn't hurt to stay in bed till the sun is fully up. When she woke up in the morning back before she and Amane—or even before she and Hanako have a thing for each other, Y/n would be on her phone until the time comes where she had to get ready for school.
"Amane."
"Hm?"
"I want to be spoiled."
Amane opens his eyes after closing them a bit, he smiled while poking her sides earning a giggle from Y/n since she's ticklish—very ticklish in fact. "You're being needy first thing in the morning~" He giggled as he slowly intertwines their fingers together. "You're yearning for my love, dear." Amane playfully bites her ear as Y/n squealed and ended up grinning despite the bite not even that suggestive, it was more like an innocent intent.
Y/n wriggled her fingers on his neck causing Amane to laugh because he was also ticklish. "Y/n—Stop! Hahahaha!" Amane tries to tell her between laughs and desperate gasps but Y/n didn't listen and continued to run her fingers under his shirt to tickle his sides. She loved hearing him laugh because he sounded so cute, his voice in general sounds therapeutic that she would rather listen to him talking all day.
Amane managed to get a hold of her wrists to stop her from tickling him. "I told you to stop didn't I?~" He said with ragged breaths from laughing too much. "C'mere!" He immediately peppered her whole face with kisses. Then, he repeatedly pecked her lips. "Your lips are really soft..." He said, barely pulling away from her lips because if he moves away he'll end up chasing for them.
"I can't get enough of them I swear, but I have to hold back because I'm sensing that someone is watching us." Y/n peeked to his side to see Mizuki leaning against the door with her arms crossed, smirking at the couple. She blushed as she quickly covered her face that she is being caught by her cousin in the middle of their quality time. "It's Mizuki-san, isn't it?"
"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" Mizuki threw her hands up in the air. "We're going to the beach today so we better get moving—Oh Y/n, you two should go make some donuts as our snacks—!" She said as if she was in a rush. Y/n and Amane watched her leave the room, then the two turned around to look at each other and smiled softly.
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"You want me to help you make...donuts?" Amane's eyes seemed to light up like the stars when Y/n asked him if he could help her make some donuts. "Of course, I'll help you." He said while grabbing her hands and kissed them.
"I'll make plain donuts first so that I can choose which one will be decorated and to reserve the plain ones for you." Y/n tied her hair up and wore her apron. Amane did the same, copying her movements so that he knows what to do the next time he felt the need to be fed with donuts. Y/n gathered the ingredients for the donuts along with the whip cream and chocolate for Ririna and Mizuki just in case they don't want the plain donuts.
Y/n started sifting the flour first as Amane watched her in awe. "I started making donuts when I started Middle School." She sweat-dropped remembering the goopy dough that she made back when she first started making donuts. Then after a few moments of practice, she can make it perfectly. "You just try and try until—you succeed." Y/n smiled while putting her hand in an a-okay sign.
"I noticed that you cook a lot huh?"
"Mhm, but it's fine." Y/n takes a whisk and started mixing the batter once she was done combining the other ingredients needed for the dough. "My grandma would say things like." She switched her voice into an old lady's voice to imitate her grandmother. "You'll reel a good husband for being a great cook. You'd make a good wife—blah blah~"
"I mean, I used to think that I couldn't be a good wife to someone." Y/n chuckled while wiping her cheek with the heel of her palm. "Middle School me said that I won't marry someone else in the future and instead I'll become a rich auntie that wears clothes like Jang Man Wol from Hotel De Luna."
"And you changed your mind right?"
Y/n turned to see Amane smiling cheekily at her. Her hand stopped from mixing the dough as she looked at him. There are small hairs sticking up from his choppy locks and his amber eyes were always vibrant. Amane takes her hand as he went behind her while his other hand guided her hand that was holding the whisk to continue mixing the dough. "If you still think that you wouldn't be a good wife to someone, might as well be my wife then." He mumbled.
"I heard that..." Y/n glared at him with a blush seeping through her cheeks. "Okay to be honest with you, you're an idiot—like for real, because you're fucking smooth and I really want to be a rich single auntie in the future but your dumbass had to be so damn attractive and a definition of a dream boy—and this is making me want to marry you—ugh!"
"I love you too~" Amane cooed. Y/n had to prepare the oil, the tray to mold the donuts to fry them afterwards and a bowl to rise the dough so she tasked Amane to continue mixing until its dry enough to mold them. "Y/n? Can I use my hands now?"
"Did you wash your hands? If so, go ahead." Amane was having fun with kneading the dough despite not having much experience into doing so, but how the hell did he get so good with it? Y/n stared at his hands for a while, there are small veins popping out from his hands and his were sculpted so perfectly. Y/n had to look away because she was envious.
Y/n decided to ready the melted chocolate and the whip cream for the donuts. They have to wait for an hour to rise the dough. "We still have a bar of chocolate left, it would be a waste if we didn't get to eat it." Amane remarked while looking at the bowl with the cut pieces of the chocolate bar.
"I guess. Can you give me a piece?—" Y/n turned around to see that Amane had a piece of chocolate between his lips and was leaning in to feed her using his mouth. As Y/n received the chocolate using her teeth, her whole face turned red. "O-Oi—what was that for?!" She frantically asked Amane.
"You said you wanted a piece of chocolate right?" Amane confirmed while plopping a piece of chocolate inside his mouth. "I wouldn't want to make a mess out of my fingers." He took another one and placed it between his lips.
"I know that but why the fuck did you use your lips—?!" Y/n hung her hed low to cover her face. Amane grinned at his girlfriend's reaction, he decided to pull another one and moved closer to Y/n. She sighed in defeat, muttering a curse word.
"Come on now Y/n, eat." He encouraged. "The chocolate is going to melt." Y/n nodded timidly as Amane moved in to feed her another chocolate using his lips. There's nothing more sweeter than chocolate other than Amane's lips anyways. A few minutes had passed, Y/n and Amane were rather bored of waiting for the dough to rise. An idea enters Y/n's mind so she dipped her finger to the whip cream and poked Amane's face.
"Hm?"
Y/n giggled as she smoothed her hand against the leftover flour and smothered it on Amane's face. "Oh?~" He smirked as he did the same by blowing flour over her face. Soon, the two had a little food fight or if they went through extreme measures they're going to have to see an angry Mizuki for messing up the kitchen. "Hey—stop smudging whip cream to my face."
"Bleh~" Y/n continued wiping the whip cream to his face. Amane takes a dollop of whip cream and smothered it around Y/n as the two chuckled at one another now that they're looking like a mess. How did they go from smothering with each other with flour and whip cream to Amane pinning her against the counter. "We still have a few minutes till the dough is finished.
"Wanna pass the time then?~" Amane had a playful glint on his amber eyes.
"But, what if Mizuki sees?" Y/n asks worryingly.
Amane takes her hand to see that there's a cream on her finger so he decided to lick it off. "She's not going to walk in, if she does then let's pretend that we didn't do anything~" He whispered to her hear as he gently bit her lobe, sending hot breaths against her skin. Amane noticed that there's a bit of whip cream on her neck, probably his fault for smudging the cream.
"Amane?" Y/n questioned as Amane trailed his lips down to the base of her neck on where the whip cream is. "You know you can't mark because we're literally going outside later—" Amane pouted after he kisses the whip cream on her neck, then pulling away to face her.
"But you taste so sweet." Amane interjects before pulling her in to kiss her lips. Y/n smiled as she kissed back to keep up the pace.
"Amane-kun, you're sweet." Y/n grinned between kisses as she looped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, earning a groan from the male in front of her. Amane gently nibbled on her bottom lip, then sighed as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth to explore every nook and cranny inside of her. His hands glide down to her back while teasingly tugging the tie of the apron.
"No, you're much sweeter." He murmured as he went a bit rough with their kisses. Their minds were foggy with euphoria and the atmosphere turned hotter on each second it takes. Amane slides his thumb inside the garter of her leggings and run circles against her waist. They both pulled away to catch their breaths, Amane licked the side of his lips and chased for Y/n once again, but this time he made the kiss more heated.
"Ehem."
Amane and Y/n immediately pulled away to see Mizuki leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, pretending to put up a strict demeanor to resist the urge to smirk. The couple blushed heavily as they moved away two feet apart with one another trying to do other things. "I left you two to make donuts and I walk in to you two making out."
"Don't say it that way!" Y/n hissed as Amane covered his mouth using the back of his hand and averted his gaze.
"Buddy, I thought you two are supposed to make donuts, not make out." Mizuki deadpanned as a yawn escaped from her lips. And so Y/n and Amane were malfunctioning internally because not only did Mizuki walked into them having a makeout session but because of how she was wording it. "Alright, you two should make donuts—don't make babies though."
"WE'RE NOT MAKING A BABY!" Y/n shouted.
"YEAH WE'RE NOT!" Amane added.
"I apologize~" Mizuki smirked while raising her hands like a hostage. "You two may continue~" Y/n and Amane ended up awkwardly continuing making their donuts without talking to one another, if they made eye contact they would blush and look away. Note to self, smack Mizuki once this is over.
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i really need to catch up into updating HAHAHAHA but this book is literally almost to an end! thank you all for reading the sequel of ghosted (dw just few more chapters till so)