Love Like You// Wakasa I. & Shinichiro S.

Chapter 7

It took quite a while for the duo to actually reach Shinichiro's house due to his insistence on carrying Takeomi. The house wasn't that far from where they were, the only thing that kept them from getting to the house quicker was Shinichiro's slow pace.

She watched him walk step by step with so much resolve that the girl couldn't help but go along with his whims and walk as slow as he did. It was a good thing that (Y/n) was a patient person when it came to Shinichiro, plus the fact that she found the faces he made each step amusing.

The (H/c)-haired girl quietly followed Shinichiro through a garage-looking bike shop, observing the place as she did. It wasn't what she was expecting but it wasn't like it was too far off considering motorcycles and gangs kind of correlate with each other.

A small creak managed to catch her attention as she whipped her head in the direction of the noise. The sight that greeted her was an obviously suffering Shinichiro who was shakily reaching out a hand to grab a doorknob.

A small sigh escaped the girl's lips as she made her way towards the now-shaking man and opened the door for him. Shinichiro turned to look at her slowly before letting out a teary thanks and making his way into the room.

The girl couldn't help but huff a little at the guy's stubbornness, the reaction might've been considered as a sign of annoyance but if one were to look closer, an almost fond smile was present on her lips.

(Y/n) soon trailed behind Shinichiro once the guy was a bit farther into the room before closing the door behind her.

Curious eyes observed the room as the female leaned her back onto the wall beside the door. The room looked like a lounge room of sorts. There was a long couch in the middle of the room with a table and a TV in front of it respectively.

Other decorations were set up on the corners of the room like a mini-fridge, a small cabinet, lamps, and plants in the corners. It looked simple yet it felt homey, something like a safe place of sorts, she presumed.

A grunt was soon heard as (Y/n)'s eyes snap back onto Shinichiro who gently placed Takeomi onto the velvet couch she took notice of earlier.

The moment that Takeomi was placed on the couch safely, Shinichiro immediately collapsed onto his knees causing a bubble of worry to elicit within the (H/c) haired female. (Y/n) rushed towards the fallen male as he heaved on the floor.

Shinichiro's face was gently cupped and was soon face to face with (E/c) colored eyes. It stared intensely on his face as the female searched for any increased injuries after their long walk.

His heart seemed to race once more as the warmth of her hands from before was back, her thumb gently caressing his face ever so slightly as she turned it.

He gulped a bit harder than intended as he tried to calm himself down, silently praying to every god that the female wouldn't notice his rapidly growing red face.

"Shinichiro-san?" A soft voice called out to him as he came back from his inner turmoil with this stupid heart of his.

"H-hai?" He cursed a bit for stuttering but who wouldn't in this situation? A cute girl was in front of him checking on his injuries, plus points for the fact that she's also worried about him.

"I was asking if you had some sort of cloth and some rubbing alcohol" Her eyes never left his face and Shinichiro swears that he's so close to combusting. Curse his body for not knowing how to react when with females.

"Oh, um, yeah! There should be a med kit with the things you need in the bathroom" His mind was fuzzy as he barely managed to process her question; at least his mouth wasn't failing him. Totally not looking at his heart and brain or anything...