Qui Vive | Kaji Windbreaker 𓍯 ִֶָ

🎧⊹ SIXTY ONE₊˚

You're a good friend, Y/n

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Kaji slept soundly on your soft bed, the faint scent of your favorite fragrance lingering in the sheets. His fever had subsided, and his shivering had ceased, though his body was still heavy with exhaustion—not nearly as dire as the night before.

As the morning light filtered through your window, he stirred awake. His gaze roamed the unfamiliar room painted in shades that reflected your personality, warm and comforting. The soft sheets, infused with the scent of your preferred fabric conditioner, offered a rare sense of peace. Adjusting to his surroundings, he noticed your door was ajar but paid it little mind. Then, his eyes fell on you.

You were curled up on the floor, nestled in a makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. Your sleeping form was relaxed, face turned toward him in a free-fall position. A stray strand of hair rested on your cheek, your mouth slightly parted in slumber. Your arms cradled a white teddy bear—one you never seemed able to part with. 

A soft smile tugged at Kaji’s lips as he watched you. There was an innocence to you in sleep, a contrast to your usual energy. He didn’t realize how long he had been staring until your eyelids fluttered open, catching him in the act. 

His face immediately reddened as he turned his gaze away, embarrassed. 

Groaning softly, still groggy, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. “Good morning,” you mumbled, your voice raspy with sleep. “How are you feeling?” 

Kaji met your gaze briefly, gratitude evident in his expression. “I’m feeling much better. Thank you.” Memories of you waking up throughout the night to check on him flooded back, and he felt a pang of guilt for troubling you so much. 

You stretched before replying, “Dad and Obachan came home around midnight. I told them you were staying over because you were sick.” 

A flicker of concern passed over his face. “Your dad was okay with that?” 

You let out a small laugh. “Not at first. But Obachan convinced him. On the condition that the door stayed open, of course.” 

Kaji looked slightly sheepish. “I see. Sorry for causing so much trouble.” 

“It’s no trouble,” you replied quickly, brushing off his apology. 

Standing up, he began gathering his belongings. “I should get going. Mom’s probably wondering where I am.” 

“You don’t need to rush. I called your mom already and explained everything,” you assured him, hesitating as a thought crossed your mind.

What his mom said last night made you realize something that sent a ripple of unease through you—he hadn’t told her about your fake relationship ending.

The discovery left you with questions that you couldn’t ignore. Why hadn’t he told his mom the truth? Was it to avoid disappointing her, or did he simply think it wasn’t important enough to mention? But most unsettling of all, what about Lara? Did his mom even know about her?

Your thoughts spiraled. If his mom still believed you were his girlfriend, it raised a storm of complicated feelings. It wasn’t just about keeping up a lie; it made you wonder about Kaji’s reasons for maintaining the facade and what it meant for his relationship with Lara.