❝𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕠 𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠❞✔️ (1)

❤︎ Chapter Forty-Three❤︎

"Man, it's really dark out tonight..."

I walk down the streets of Tokyo one night after a long day of work. It had been exactly 2 months since Yuji and I became an official couple and everything was just peachy. It was actually really scary how wonderful everything was going....to the point where I started to feel cautious about what kind of curveball life would throw at me next..just to make me feel like everything was back to normal.

Honestly, I was anticipating it. When things go too perfectly I start to get a bit overwhelmed that it's going too too great. Hey, I was just being realistic here.

Yuji was still finishing up his movie and filming was going smoothly. I couldn't say we'd gone on many dates or spent too much time together in the midst of his busy schedule, but I could say we'd been taking advantage of every opportunity to sneak away in the workplace. We'd sometimes talk, sometimes share heavy steamy kisses, but nothing too scandalous!

As much as I wanted to spend more time with him, the moments we shared, even just a mere glance and outbreak of an uncontrollable smile as we were reminded that we were mutually in love was enough to make up for a thousand dates!

We'd get our alone time, and we would treasure it just like we did now.

"😌Mm~!" I stretch my arms up into the air as I walk passed a bakery, purposely to shield my eyes from temptation. I was having sugar cravings lately, but I wanted to eat healthier. Plus, I was budgeting and was out to get groceries to make Yuji a bento. I tended to go crazy when I went out shopping and wanted to be more responsible with my money.

I wasn't sure where those ideas had come from, but I didn't mind them. It made me feel like I was becoming more mature as a person!

It was only 9 PM, but the streets were practically empty. I figured everyone was at Yuji's concert tonight. Usually the entire city flocks to the stadium to see him, which is a bonus for anyone who doesn't go — you might be missing out on incredible fun if you couldn't make it, but you definitely don't get any traffic!

I'm walking down the sidewalk, approaching the store I was heading toward when I start to feel an uncomfortable sensation rush through me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up in alarm.

Shuff shuff

I can hear the sound of someone walking right behind me, and I could tell they were awfully close. Too afraid to turn around, I swallow and attempt to pick up the pace a little.

The store was in my sights now. Maybe another 7 minutes of walking and I could just slip inside. But there were little to no people in the street or sidewalk to see if something happened to me.

Nothing wrong with breaking out into a run!

When the proximity becomes too much for me, I take a wide step and start moving my legs in a light jog. My steps are loud enough that I can't hear if my potential stalker was getting any closer or farther. But there was no time to turn around! I forced myself to keep going, keep watching the path ahead and anticipate wrapping my hands around the handle of the door and pulling it open to slip into safety...

I was getting closer, now. Just passed this alley way and across the street, and —

"Come here!"

I hear the deep, rough voice of a man so close behind me and so suddenly that I would have made a noise in surprise if my mouth weren't covered during my reaction. My body is snatched up in a pair of strong arms so effortlessly that I wondered if I weighted nothing to him. My hands come out in attempt to flail around and catch someone's attention, even in attempt to escape in my panic, but it was too dark to see. I felt my heart racing in my chest, a rush of fear that felt almost like it was keeping me from breathing. I screamed futilely into his cold hand, but he clasped it so tightly around my mouth that it was muffled, a sound that died before it could go anywhere significant.