Chilling Warmth

[A/N]:  One thing to say before the chapter. Chishiya is such a hard character to write as a typical yandere. So I'll make him the mix of other types amongst the existing types. The “Obsessive”, “Sadistic”, and lastly, “Manipulative”.

You were always insecure about yourself.

There are many people that same features as you, but you know that you weren't the best possible version of that same physical attributes.

Just like Himari Sato. Her skin was similar to yours, along with her hair, but she looks ethereal. Her skin glows under the sun, along with her hair. She looks like a goddess that descended from the heaven.

You can't even be jealous, for the two of you weren't in an official relationship.

“So, how long are you friends with my Shun?” 'her'? ‘Shun'? You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to stop yourself from giving her an attitude. It seems that Himari doesn't know that you and Shuntaro like each other.

“Since the first day of classes. We sat beside each other on the orientation day.” for you remember that simple thing despite your shitty memory, it just proves it more that how much you really value Shuntaro.

“I like you, let's talk some more next time. Daddy is fetching me, buh-bye.” she let go of Shuntaro's arm and pecked him in his cheek. Your breath hitched as Shuntaro eyed him. She skipped away from the mess she created, without having an idea about it.

Ah, you're so jealous right now and Shuntaro seems that he is having fun. He didn't even wipe the part where she kissed him. He smirked at you, as your lips quiver.

You want to wipe that smirk off of his face so bad.

A good thing Kuina and Ippei wasn't there, or even your roommates, or you might just cry of shame. You want to be angry at him for entertaining someone, especially when you were there, but you reminded yourself again.

You didn't have the right.

And at this point, you'll never have the right anymore.

Himari just told you that she's likely to marry him, maybe months or years after this. You didn't want to believe that, but how could you not. Shuntaro looked comfortable with how Himari held him.

Your poor heart throbbed in pain.
Insecurities gnawed your heart. It's eating every bit of confidence you tried so hard to gather. Your heart cries in pain, telling you to let go of the man in front of you, after you'd seen him with a woman.

Your mind, ever the logical one, tried to convince you that running away from this would make your heart hurt more, so you followed it, as it always drive you to do right decisions.

You'll talk to him, yes you'll talk to him. That's the best you can do. You'll clear things up. Maybe not now, since your emotions were all over the place. Maybe tomorrow? The next day?

But what if Himari goes to meet Shuntaro again? Call her by his first name, that even you didn't have the confidence to call him, fearing that you'll assume your situationship.

You left him on his own to attend your last class for today. He followed you. No one uttered a word between the two of you. For once, you were uncomfortable with Shuntaro on your proximity.

“Are you going to my house after this?” he said, with his usual deep voice, but right now, it was lower, softer, closer to a whisper.

You wanted to ask, “Why, because you'll be having your fiance on your house? Was I a just a person to satisfy you adulterous nature?” but you kept silent, unsure what to say. You also knew that your voice will crack, as your throat formed a lump.

“You have a class?” you softly asked.

“Same as you.”

“Ah.” so that's why he was following you, not because he wanted to talk, but he just happened to share a class with you.

No. Stop. Stop overthinking.

“Am I welcome?” to his house? To his heart? To his life?

“Of course, always.”

You nodded, it settled your mind a little. You'll survive without breaking down, even just for an hour.

The words your professor explained traveled from one ear to another, you're not understanding anything of it. Your mind swirled with so many intrusive thoughts, not processing properly.

Shuntaro was sitting beside you on your left as usual, wondering if he overdid it. He was unconsciously wiping the part Himari kissed, a little harsh, but you failed to notice it.

He caressed your hand that was currently on the table, drawing circular motion on the center of the back of your hand. He looked at your resting face, devoid of any emotions, looking calm, yet your eyes look like you're about to do something drastic and impulsive.

“[Surname], the class already ended.” you were snapped back to reality. You quickly threw everything on your bag, not caring about placing it properly.

“Let's go.”

You arrived at his house. The comfort it once had given to you vanished. Your steps were quiet yet heavy, as you dragged your feet towards his couch. He gently tugged you to guide you to his room. You refused and got yourself free from his hand.

He got the nerve to be offended and confused, instead of talking to you, he just let you sit there.

“I'll take a bath for some minutes, make yourself comfortable, or better come to my room.” you nodded as you made way to his fridge looking for [your current fixation drink].

You smiled a little when you saw a still-closed cluster of your drink, along with two remaining ones of the previous packaging. You took one and closed the fridge.

The drink was cold, like him.

How cold he was to do this to you, knowing that you can't do anything about it. You have nothing to hold on to, other than your silly little meet-ups in his house.

If he leaves you, you will understand it. You want to hold on to him, but you know, eventually, he will leave you, too. No one stays with you anyway.

You'll get on with your life, you always do.

You sighed.

“You've been sighing a lot, you know?” he opened the fridge behind you, taking the last remaining drink inside. “You have many things in your mind, why not tell me?”

“You're observant and intelligent, why not try to guess?” You sarcastically said. You moved away, finishing your drink and throwing its container in the bin.

“Hmm. I wonder if it's stress in school, no no. It couldn't be that. Right?” he tried closing the distance between you two.

“Maybe yes, maybe not. Dry your hair properly, it's still dripping.” you reminded him as you took the way to his room.

You sat down in the carpet, legs relaxed and brought out, back against the wall. You looked down as you closed and opened your hands repeatedly, making actions of baby making grabby hands.

His room's door opened and revealed him. He entered his room and plopped down on his soft bed, he turned at his side to look at you and booped your nose.