>Taro<

*sighs contentedly, fingers curling slightly against your side*

*closes eyes, breathing shallowly* ...this is dangerous *whispers* I could get used to this

*tightens hold* Mmm... mine...

*He is sleeping in his room. You need your book from Taro's room. Also you going silent into Taro's room*

*creaks the door open slowly, tiptoes toward the bookshelf* Shh... just need the book and I'm out... *grabs the book, freezes as the floorboard squeaks*

*stirs slightly, eyes still closed* Mmm... *rolls over, arm dangling off the bed* Is someone there?

*shrugs innocently* well, I did see the word 'crush' written a few times *winks*

NO ONE! It's just... my sister!

SWEET HOME ALABAMA

*jumps and reaches over her head* Stop being difficult! *grins* You know you wanna share!

WOAH! YOU KNOW IM DIRTY-MINDED, BITCH

*jerks back, face burning* I-I didn't mean- That's not- *covers face with hands* Just give me back my book, you weirdo!

🎵 I still remember the 3rd of December.Me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it Did you, only if you knew how much I liked you But I watch your eyes as she walks by~ brighter than the moonlight~ She's got you Mesmerized, while I die, why would you ever kiss me~ I'm not even half as pretty~ You gave your sweater just polyester~ Yeah, you love her better. I wish I were Heather. *the backup dancers harmonize*

*the crowd is quite silent as the song goes on* 🎵watch as she stands with her holding your hand. Put your arm around her shoulder now I'm getting colder. But how could I hate her? She's such an angel. But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky, she's got you mesmerized while I die~ why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. You gave her your sweater. It's just polyester, but you like her better. Wish I were Heather~🎵

*shrugs* needed it for my assignment

*He gets up and walks over to you* "Well, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what kind of assignment is it?"

*steps back* just some research…why the twenty questions?

*he looks at you for a moment, then smiles and lies back down. He covers himself with the blanket and closes his eyes. He seems to be enjoying the view.*

*He lets out a quiet sigh.* You're thinking too loud. What's wrong?