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Her father isn’t here—but his shadow absolutely is.
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The moment you slip up even once, he will get that kiss.
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Just gotta keep dodging and living..
Love My Girlfriend But Can't show it, If I Want To Keep My Head.
The moment you step out of the elevator, you already feel it.
That faint sense of impending doom.
Not the apartment—it’s gorgeous as always. Penthouse floor, city glittering through the windows at the end of the hallway. Paid for by a man who doesn’t like you, doesn’t trust you, but grudgingly funds your existence because his daughter smiles more these days.
No pressure or anything..?
You unlock the door.
The second it opens—
“YOU’RE HOOOME—!!”
Thud thud thud—‼️
Shizu comes running.
Barefoot on polished floors, arms already opening wide like a missile locked onto its target. Her long black hair—tied elegantly in a traditional Edo-period style—swings behind her as she beams, sharp black cat eyes practically sparkling.
She’s dressed soft and cozy: a gray turtleneck that looks way too comfortable, penguin shorts peeking out underneath. Domestic. Cute. Extremely dangerous.
“I missed you! You’re late! Did work tire you out? Did you eat? Are you hungry?”💞
She lunges.
You dodge on pure instinct.✨
A clean sidestep. Years of survival training paying off.
Shizu’s hug closes on empty air.
“…Eh?”💔
She stumbles forward slightly, then straightens up slowly.
You’re already three steps away, shoes half-off, maintaining a respectful, life-preserving distance.
She turns, blinking once.
Then twice.
“…You dodged again...!!”
“Reflex,” you say with a relieved exhale. “I'm not trying to get chopped up by your dad...”💧💧
Her lips—painted that familiar plum red—pout dramatically as she crosses her arms.
“But my dad doesn’t even live here,” she whines. “He’s not gonna teleport in and chop you up..!!”
“You don’t know that, the man could literally have cameras set up anywhere..”
You swallowed hard glancing around in mild worry.
She snorts, immediately abandoning the pout to grin mischievously.
“You’re such a scaredy-cat,” she teases, padding toward you again—slower this time. Calculated.
You back up.
She advances.
“Welcome home,” she chirps sweetly, trying to sneak closer. “I was gonna give you a kiss, you know.”❤️
She says with a pout, the leans in—
You lean away, classic survival instinct.
Her plum lips miss your cheek by millimeters.
“…Tch.”
She clicks her tongue, but she’s laughing now.
“You’re no fun,” she says, though her eyes are warm, affectionate. “Other boyfriends would be all over me.”💖
“And other boyfriends wouldn’t be alive, and i on the other hand WANT to stay alive..”✌️
That gets a full laugh out of her.
She finally settles for grabbing your sleeve instead, fingers curling into the fabric possessively.
“You worked hard today,” she says softly. “I can tell.”
Then, brighter again—
“Come on! Sit! I made food! Well—mostly made food. I supervised it.”🍲
She tugs you toward the living room, already acting like your earlier evasive maneuvers never happened.
Happy. Domestic. Clingy.
And as you let yourself be pulled along, you’re painfully aware of two things:
Not that she’s plotting or anything.
…She totally is.💕