On Monday as I was already sitting in school, when the pain was finally gone not bothering me anymore, I couldn't simply stay calm. I was unconsciously tapping my leg, occasionally biting my nails, while some negative thoughts were swarming my head.
How could one prevent breakups from happening? In reality, not many early relationships established in middle school would have a chance to survive that long, so why should mine be an exception? I couldn't expect those guys to be this mature, right?
On the other hand, it seemed like Emma and Hinata could make it possible, for their said relationship to last for a long time, even leading up to marriage, so why couldn't I have the same possibility?
Did this mean I needed to get with someone older? That could hold a such level of maturity, by not establishing relationships just for the sake of fun?
Could I possibly inform my future hubby about the consequences of our break up? Or in case of our feelings going sour would they make a deliberate choice to make me cease to exist in a fit of rage?
I basically couldn't decide on what kind of criteria to choose my new boyfriend on. Do I dip my waters into dating someone that I possibly have no feelings for, but am certain about him not breaking up with me in the span of the next five years? Or follow my heart and take a leap of faith?
Then I happen to steal a glance at Kisaki, could I possibly ask him out? I mean the dude seemed to have learned his lesson, and I truly missed teasing him like I usually did, also I doubted that he would break up with me.
Despite my troubling feelings about this matter, I shook my head, finding myself to be foolish. I knew there would be no trust from my side, did I really want to live such a life for the next upcoming five years? Sounded kind of toxic to entrap someone like this.
However in the end nothing could stop my curiosity in checking the love stats, besides the system, which did happen.
'Access denied.' Was the notification window I received, at this precise moment I caught Kisaki staring at me, even if previously he didn't have any possible interest in me. He seemed shocked for some unexplained reason.
"Caught in 4k," I mumbled to myself. After all, I couldn't do but wonder if he really knew what I was trying to do, because my intuition was basically screaming at me that something was amiss in this abnormal situation.
Regardless of my gut feeling, it was so much wiser to address the more urgent matter in hand than dwell in speculations.
When I left school I was prepared to head home, and change my clothes to meet up with my date inside the city, but it seemed like certain someone had different plans for me.
"Izana, why are you here? ...Alone?" I asked confused considering during most days he was surrounded by his little gang.
"I heard you asked various guys on dates." I sure didn't like where this was going. Perhaps because I could feel in my gut he would make a ridiculous demand, but I let him finish.
"As the head of the harem, I believe I should be the first." Not sure if he totally missed the part when I called it the boyfriend interview.
"Great you can ask Ran to switch places with you... if there was nothing more you wanted to discuss I will go now." I tried to sneak away but he slammed his hand right beside me, onto the school wall cutting off my escaping route while declaring.
"I heard you were going to see that Baji guy, so I came to say, I will be taking his place instead." He seemed adamant. I seriously wondered how the news spread so fast? Did Keisuke brag to Mikey when Izana was there? The question was, what was I supposed to do in this situation. Do I just roll with the flow or put my foot down and tell him no. However I could already imagine his response, him going out of his way to start a fight.

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Would You Rather?
FanfictionSuddenly I got transferred to the Tokyo Revengers Universe, where I became a middle school student, named Michi Hirabayashi. With a system at hand that gives me 'would you rather' mission whenever it pleases, making me get involved in the most nonse...