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It’s that split moment, when your mind reconnects to the last thing it remembers as you wake up, Ouma Kokichi noticed something wrong.

Wearily, his roaming hand keeps searching for ‘something’ that should have been found by now. The warmth of the covers dulls his senses, but the worry in his mind keeps seeping through.

On cue, the door to his bedroom opens, a surprised face greets him.

“Oh you're awake? You can sleep in a bit more you know?”


Akamatsu Kaede closes the door behind her, heading towards a dresser across where Ouma's bed laid.

Her skin looks freshly washed, the shine from it almost burns his eyes, however it’s her hair that steals his attention.

It’s still nothing but jumbled up threads and not greasy.

She must have woken up not too long ago.

It stung on his nerves a bit, call him selfish or whatever you please but nothing beats waking up at the same time with your lover.

“What time is it?”

He doesn’t bother masking how truly tired he was, as he rubs his eyes with a balled up fist.



She takes a brush from on top of the dresser, proceeding to run her finger through it pulling out stray hairs.


She scoffs and rolls her eyes playfully before replying.

“AM obviously.”

Seven in the morning on a Sunday, this could only be a sign of misfortune.

Hearing that, he purposely lets his body fall back on the bed hard.

The sound wasn’t as loud as desired, the vibrations hurt his back.

Not that he'd let her know.   


His mouth opens, letting out what seems to be a mix of a yawn and a sigh.  

Akamatsu seemingly used to it, ignores him focusing only on combing her hair.

 “Why are you up so early? You're not a student anymore and it’s not like you're a wage slave.”

“There’s nothing worth getting up so early for.”

Puffing up his cheeks then huffing, he grabs the closest pillow, hugging it painfully tight.

He would not let his displeasure go unattended.

Already offended, she turns around giving him her famous ‘are you serious’ look.


“Do you know what today is?”

It’s the way she says it and tone she uses, that gets Ouma clammy and nervous.

His sweaty palms sink their sweat into the pillow, and his body stays stiff.

Birthday? Anniversary? First date anniversary? Holiday?

Think think think he repeats in a mantra.


Seeing him struggle to answer, she laughs as she puts the brush away.

“What a surprise I thought you of all people wouldn’t forget today.”

The sound of clothes rustling captures his attention. He lifts himself up halfway sloppily.

Previous fatigue and weariness gone, he turns facing her.

“Just kidding of course I know.”  

Akamatsu finishes putting on her shirt. She stares signaling for him to continue.


“Jeez Halloween doesn’t start until night you know. If you go outside and beg for candy at this hour you'll be a nuisance. Are you fine with that?”

He phrases it so innocently and genuine, you almost couldn't tell he was being sarcastic.

However years of experience had prepped Akamatsu.

“Oh so you did know hmmm.”

She places one leg through her skirt, then the other finally raising it up then adjusts.

“Of course I did. Who do you think I am?”

Ouma grins; he silently thanked the invisible forces that let him see his girlfriend’s Halloween hair accessories.


However, Akamatsu took his response in the way he’d least expect.

“Do you really want to know?”

That hint of mysterious and playfulness at the end of her tone, what's her endgame?

“Ah it’s already this late. Sorry I gotta go up meet up with the others.”

Staring at her wristwatch, she readjusts everything on her for a final time.

She would have bolted out the room if Ouma didn’t catch her shirt sleeve in time.


“Wait wait wait time out.”

Akamatsu almost trips on her feet being pulled back so sudden.

“Huh? Wha? Huh?”

Carefully and softly Akamatsu places her hand over Ouma's.

Kokichi I gotta go.”


“Can’t Kaede-chan tell me where she's going so early? I’ll be so so worried I think I’ll grow some grey hairs and then suddenly die of old age.”

His cheek nuzzles into her hand, his eyes peer up and down at her with puppy dog eyes.

She frowns.

“I told you yesterday but I guess you were too busy throwing peas at Yumeno-san to notice.”

Ah things started unfolding.

A girls’ only Halloween party, Akamatsu was going to reject initially but after his prank she agreed too happily.


“Nooo don’t leave me.” He cries out in pain.

He wraps his arms around her waist, dragging her back to the bed.

It failed as it took her two seconds to break his grasp.

“Okay I'm heading out now. Goodbye.”



He clung onto the same spot he had before.

This was quickly turning into an infinite loop, something she feared happening.

“If you don’t le—”

“A kiss, at least let me give you a kiss goodbye.”

Another pure look of innocence, it was the face she could never win against.

“…fine but make it quick okay?”

“Nishishi you can’t rush love Kaede-chan~”


Smugly, he plants a lazy kiss on her chin, under her lower lip, ending another underneath her nose.

“Are you playing with me?”

His eyes widen with genuine surprise.

“No I'm not?”

“Are you doubting my love?”

In dramatic fashion he tears himself away, burying himself into their bed.

This would be the perfect moment to leave but Akamatsu’s stubborn nature wouldn’t allow it.


She sheds the covers off in less than ten seconds.

Ouma screams as if he's been caught in the middle of changing.

Kaede-chan’s physical strength how scary…

He curls up into a small ball, protecting his face and lower region.

Tears in both eyes, he peeks through his hand staring at her delicately.

“Please be gentle.”

 Why didn’t she leave when she had the chance?


Trying to stop her inner regrets along with fighting off the desire to leave right then and there, Akamatsu gently peels away the hand covering Ouma's face.


Falling into Ouma's trap, Akamatsu felt Ouma's arms embrace her from behind and pull her into a surprise kiss.

The kiss being a surprise came with a price, their noses collided, the pain stung along with Akamatsu’s lip coming in contact with Ouma's teeth.

But it was soon made up after with a delicate gentle kiss.


His hold on her softened, jumping on the chance she removes herself, slowly.


Her face smiles but the cracking of her knuckles told a different tale.

The last thing that could be heard was a short silent scream.