"My soulmate might not be a girl after all."

Originally shared on Sims Amino on July 20, 2016

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This takes place sometime between the first time Yuudai ended up in Toki's apartment and the day Eve met Mikhail.

This is a longer read compared to my previous posts, so find a comfy chair, a snack, and buckle down for some secondhand embarrassment, HECK YEAH.

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Toki's P.O.V.

I set my pencil down and lean back in my chair. My eyes scan through the paper I'd just written, proofreading for mistakes. Satisfied there aren't any, I stretch my arms in the air above my head and yawn. I glance at the clock on the wall above my desk.

"Good. Done by 11:00 p.m. Now I have the whole weekend to read that book."

I push the chair back and stand up. Stifling another yawn with the back of my hand, I leave my bedroom and go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I lift the glass to my lips, something reflected in the window catches my eye. I choke on my water. I quickly put the glass on the counter, coughing and reaching for a towel.

Once I've regained my ability to breathe, I look in the window's reflection again, my hands braced against the sink. The glass reflects my scowling face back at me. Tossing the towel in the sink, I whip around and stomp towards the balcony.

As I walk through the doors, a warm breeze blows past me, carrying the scent of grilled chicken and burgers from the park down the street. The distant crack of fireworks cuts through the silence as I turn towards the outdoor sofa.

Moonlight filters down through the glass ceiling over my head, illuminating the figure I'd seen reflected in my window.

He sits on the floor leaning against the sofa, his head against his arm. The moonlight seems to make his black hair sparkle, as if the stars have taken up residence there. His eyes are closed, and his lashes form dark crescents against his face. I move a little closer and the smell of alcohol hits me.

I wrinkle my nose and can feel my irritation from the last time returning.

"You're kidding me, right? How many times are you gonna do this?"

He doesn't answer.

"Oi, wake up, Yuudai. If you're gonna get drunk, go back to your own apartment."

He still doesn't answer.

I kick his foot. He mumbles and shifts away. I place a hand on his shoulder and shake him, trying to wake him up.

"I don't wanna move..." he mutters. I clench my jaw.

"Well you can't stay here, idiot." I grab his arm and put it over my shoulder. I push to my feet, pulling him up with me.

"Ugh, you're heavy," I grumble.

Slowly and carefully, I drag him through my apartment and down stairs, feeling my way down the stairs with my foot to avoid slipping all the way to the bottom.

I glance out the front door of the building as we walk past and spy Yusuke and Licht sitting on the porch. I can't hear everything they're saying, but Yusuke keeps pointing at his phone. It's a picture of him and a girl with short auburn hair, and from the look on Yusuke's face, she must be his girlfriend. Licht just keeps rolling his eyes at him.

Moving past them, I lean Yuudai's weight against the door of his apartment briefly while I dig for the key in his pocket. He shifts and suddenly I'm holding his weight more than the wall is. I stop.

D-Did he just lean into me?

I shake my head rapidly, chasing the thought away. Of course he didn't. He's out cold. Why would he have--

I jerk the key out of his pocket, frustrated with myself. I jam the key into the lock and turn the knob, shoving the door open. I pull his limp body over the threshold and close the door behind me.

"Okay, you're in your apartment now. Time to wake up," I say. He doesn't answer me. His arm feels heavy across my shoulders.

I look up the stairs that lead to his bedroom and grimace at the thought of carrying him up there, so I skip the stairs. I drag him to the living room and with all the force I can muster, throw him on the sofa.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead and feeling more drip down my back, I stare at his face. He lays there with a peaceful expression, as if I didn't just carry him down two flights of stairs. I get the overly-tempting urge to hit him square in the jaw.

"Dumbass," I mutter, turning away and stalking back to the door.

As my hand touches the doorknob, I feel a presence behind me. It presses against my back, warm with a leather & denim jacket.

"So you were awake after all," I say.

"Mmm..." he mumbles, one arm snaking around my waist, the other following the hand sliding along the length of my arm, only stopping once he reaches the hand I have resting on the doorknob. His fingertips brush ever so gently against the back of my hand and I resist the urge to shiver, instead opting to grind my teeth.

His hand stills and after a brief second, he places it against the door, preventing me from pulling it open.

"And where do you think you're going~?" His breath is warm against my ear.

"I'm going back to my apartment and making sure I lock the door this time," I say. "I'm tired of you showing up drunk on my balcony."

"You should stay here awhile. It would be soooo lonely without you, sweety~" His voice is low and husky.

Why is he talking like this? He's acting like he's talking to one of those girls he goes out with--

Suddenly a switch flips on in my head.

I turn to face him. He looks at me through half-lidded eyes and his lips are quirked in a seductive smile.

I knew it.

"You think I'm one of those girls you've dated. You're so drunk that you think I'm someone else." I glare at him. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not."

The corners of his lips turn down in a frown. "What are you talking about?"

"You've been out drinking and you ended up in my apartment again. You've done this numerous times now, and I know it's because you've just broken up with someone. Though this is definitely the first time you've hallucinated that I'm one of those girls."

He studies my face, listening to me. Which only makes me more annoyed.

"Now that I think about it, you kissed me that first time. You thought I was someone else then, too, didn't you? Ugh, I can't believe I didn't realize it until now!"

I realize somewhere in the back of my mind that I'm starting to sound panicked, and a little voice is yelling 'Shutupshutupshutup!' but I can't. The words are just flowing out of my mouth, and I'm helpless to stop them.

"God, I feel so stupid! Here I was struggling with these weird feelings, always thinking about you, trying to figure out what was wrong with me--what you'd done to me!--and meanwhile, you thought you'd kissed someone else! I'm so stupid!"

He's been quiet up to this point, but now he speaks up. "You aren't stupid."

"Yes, I am! You don't--!"

His hand covers my mouth.

"Would you just let me speak?"

I start to protest, but he presses his hand more firmly against my mouth.

"Just shut up, Toki," he says, and I stare at him. "Yes, I am well aware of who I've kissed and who I am talking to. Did you really think I thought you were someone else?"

I just glare at him.

He sighs. "When I get drunk, my inhibitions may become almost nonexistent, but that doesn't mean my sight does too, dumbass."

I jerk away from his hand. "Who are you calling dumbass--?!"

He sticks his thumb in my mouth. "I thought I told you to shut up and let me talk."

His thumb tastes like cherries and I feel dizzy. I bite down on his thumb.

Yuudai doesn't even flinch. "Bite me all you want, but I need to get this out there."

I watch him, wary.

"I remember each time I've ended up in your apartment," he continues, holding me immobile with his stormy, silver eyes. "I knew it was you when I kissed you, and I don't regret it one bit."

"But I thought you liked women!"

"I thought so too, but I think I realized the moment after I kissed you, when you slapped me, that my soulmate might not be a girl after all."

I roll my eyes. "I hope you realize how cheesy that sounded."

"Maybe it did, but I don't care," he says. "I'm known for being a cheesefest."

"Is that really something to be proud of? Honestly, what do girls see in you?" I sigh, shaking my head and not really expecting an answer.

He taps his chin and briefly looks away, as if he is genuinely thinking about it.

"Hmm...not sure. Maybe..." His eyes slide back to mine. "...this?"

Next thing I know, his lips are pressed against mine.

My eyes widen in shock. I thought I was prepared for him to do this, but as soon as our lips touch, all my mental preparedness vanishes like dust on the wind.

I try to push him away, but that only makes him pull me closer. As he pulls me to him, my desire to get away evaporates. In it's place, I find myself WANTING him to pull me closer.

In the back of my mind, I'm shocked by my reaction. All this time, I've been practically nothing but annoyed by Yuudai. He's always getting involved in my business and I still have no clue how he gets into my apartment.

But I find myself drawn to him. I don't want to, but whenever he's near, my heart starts beating faster than it ever has before. I struggle to breathe when he looks at me. He's taken me over, and I don't think I can escape.

I lean into the kiss, and I can feel his lips twist into a smile against my own.

Damn it. I'm putty in his hands.

I know this, but I can't pull away. I no longer have the strength to.

His lips are soft and warm, and when he opens his mouth, the heady taste of cherries fills my senses and my brain goes fuzzy. I feel my knees give out and he catches me before I can hurt myself.

I am sitting with my back pressed against the door and he leans over me, our lips never seperating for a second.

My brain is still fuzzy and his lips are so soft.

I wanna punch him in the jaw, but at the same time, I'm held prisoner by my desire to keep kissing him.

He keeps me in that mental state a few moments longer before our lips seperate and he pulls away. He has my hand clasped tightly in his against the door above my head. Leaning his forehead against mine, he stares into my eyes as we struggle to get our breath back.

He's the first to speak.

"That was one heck of a kiss. Who have you been practicing with?"

My face heats up in indignation. "I haven't kissed anybody but you, you asshat!"

Realizing what I just implied, I snap my mouth shut and look away, my cheeks flaming a bright red.

Yuudai is silent for awhile, and when I look up out of curiosity, he is studying my blushing face with a ridiculous grin that grows with each passing second.

"So what you're telling me..." He leans in closer. "...is that I was your first kiss?"

I quickly look away and he nuzzles my neck with his nose. I can feel his breath warm against my ear again as he speaks in a low, husky voice.

"Perhaps I can have more of your firsts..."

I shiver and he chuckles at my reaction.

"In the future, possibly. When you're ready."

He squeezes the hand he has pinned to the door above my head. I hesitate only a second before I squeeze his back.

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This took much longer to write than previous entries in my story, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I think writing it this way helps you guys connect with my characters better. But, I hope you guys enjoyed this style because I hope to be able to write more of my story this way. Please let me know what you guys thought of it!

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