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Amamiya (Y/N) is the fearless and intimidating Student Council President of Mizo Middle School with a reputation of being a ruthless tyrant especially to rule-breakers. She had a deep hatred for delinquents and would ditch them...
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I WOKE up the following morning without any recollection of yesterday's events. How I ended up in the Sano Household was something I as hell did not remember. I was lying on the bed inside of Mikey's bedroom and wearing one of his pajamas instead of my school uniform. Did he change my clothes? The golden rays of sunlight were peeking through the window blinds, brightening up the entire place. With a pounding headache and bad bed hair, I tried to haul my body up on the mattress and took a glance at the other side to find the spot empty.
"Oh, you're finally awake."
My ears perked up and turned my head toward the owner of the voice to see a half-naked Mikey standing a few feet away from me with a small towel hanging around his neck. His blonde hair was disheveled and damp as if he had just taken a bath. My entire face instantly burned up at the glorious sight in front of me and instinctively hid myself under the duvet. This wasn't the first time I had seen his well-sculpted torso but it was really hard not to get flustered over his hot body.
I felt the edge of the bed sink and there was a gentle tap on my cocooned body. "Hey, you okay, Y/N? Are you feeling sick? Does your head hurt?" it was Mikey's worried voice.
"I-I'm fine. Can you just do me a favor and put on a shirt, please?" I voiced out sheepishly, almost more like a desperate plea.
"Huh, what?" It took him a while before he could process my words into his brain. I heard him let out a breathy chuckle. "Just a sec."
There was light shuffling on the mattress followed by a squeaky noise of an opened closet. "I'm wearing a shirt. You may look now, Y/N."
I did not want to believe him at first, knowing how he loves to poke fun at his girlfriend. "Are you sure?"
"M'yeah. I'm not lying."
I hesitantly came out of the duvet and saw him sporting a black sweatshirt. I exerted a relieved sigh. Thank goodness. I don't want to make my eyes suffer longer from staring too much at his toned abs.
A lopsided grin etched Mikey's lips. "Why acting so shy now, Y/N-chin? It's not like you haven't seen me half-naked before," he jeered impishly. "I did tell you that as my girlfriend you have all the privilege to view and touch my body as you please."
His playful mince of words only made me blush harder. Why was he such a damn flirt?!? My headache only worsened because of his foolishness! I threw a pillow at him out of annoyance. "S-shut up, you!"
A teasing laugh reverberated from his throat as he caught the pillow smoothly. Donning a mischievous smirk, he pounced himself at me without a prior warning and I squealed in surprise. My back registered the soft mattress underneath with him pinning my body down. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets at his sudden attack and gawked at him in incredible shock.
