"ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ" | Kenji Sato X Reader | Ultraman Rising | "Our Contract"

39. Pillow Fight

Y/N's POV

•— Chapter 39 : Pillow Fight

I watched my screen lit up with a text as I walk down the halls of my college, then stepped outside as I head to the back entrance, where people are usually less likely to exit from. He texted me about 5 minutes ago saying he was here, but I completely forgot to respond, fingers crossed he won't be frustrated. I click my phone shut and place it in my pockets as I gaze around the colleges public parking, a lot of people and students around.

I'm surprised he even suggested to pick me up, considering how easy it is to get caught, how risky the whole situation was. But who am I kidding, when did I ever understand him or what he was thinking

My eyes finally land on his expensive sports car, causing me to let out a scoff; if Kenji was trying to keep a low profile, the car did anything but help In that case. My hands gently move and hold onto the straps of my bag as I make my way to the car, avoiding the others and making sure to be careful when crossing, keeping an eye on the moving cars, before I knock on his window of the passenger seat, then throw a gentle wave his way, standing beside his car

I thought windows this darkly tinted were illegal, but maybe it's different in Japan or for celebrities? In any case, I shouldn't jinx it. They're really helpful in certain situations

The tinted window rolls down just enough for me to catch a glimpse of Kenji's face, he shoots me a glance from over the top of his sunglasses resting on his nose bridge, and although he wore a mask I can still somewhat guess that he's grinning through the rise of his eyes

"Finally." he mutters, his tone a mix of amusement and impatience.

"It was only five minutes, don't even start" I quickly cut him off, rolling my eyes whilst opening the passenger door and sliding in. The leather seat is cool against my legs, and the faint scent of his cologne lingers in the confined space, yet it was subtle, soft even, contrasting with the chaos of the campus.

"You're the one who wanted to pick me up. Don't act like I'm the inconvenience here."

He smirks, shifting the car into gear without another word. The engine growls to life, and we're pulling out of the lot before I can even put my seatbelt on. The sound of the engine draws more than a few glances from people nearby, causing me to sigh as I glare to the side at him then look back ahead at the road

"You know, for someone so worried about getting caught or seen in public, you're really bad at being discreet," I say, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

Kenji chuckles, the sound deep and smooth, yet he doesn't respond

I cross my arms and look out the window as the campus fades into the distance. The streets outside grow quieter, less crowded, the hum of the city replaced by the steady rhythm of the tires against the road as he heads to the shore, where his house is on that designated small island, only lead to by the appearance of the road mechanically averaging and rising above the water upon his order

A bit much if you ask me, some rich people are just so bored with their money

I scroll through my phone as he drove, silence filling the car aside from the engine. Although, it wasn't as awkward as I thought I'd be, rather, a silence I didn't mind floating in, it was in an odd way comfortable; as much as I hated to admit it. My phone on the other hand, boring, dry. Not even the TikToks I'm endlessly scrolling through can fill up the boredom. Why is everyone so lame? I don't care about childish Jake Paul nor abusive Mike Tyson, or any of this stupid nonsense. Though, the arcane edits of the recent show is entertaining, enough to peak my interest for a rather long while.