Lahat ng Kabanata ng You’re Courting Me?! (MxM): Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

MIYAMURA’S POV I place the cup of tea on the table, right in front of Sorahiko, and take the seat furthest from him, because I don’t want to force him to sit too close to me. Thankfully, my tear ducts have stopped leaking— I’m no longer sobbing like a child. I’m not embarrassed at my actions…just slightly mortified. I could’ve said more…apologized more…instead of crying. A knot forms in my chest when I notice how Sorahiko ignores the cup of tea— he doesn’t even spare it a glance. “W-What did you mean by that?”. At least, he’s not avoiding my gaze. “That y-you don’t know anything?”. “Because I don’t”. I almost wince at how curt I sound, then I try to soften my tone. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about”. “You’re lying! Why do you keep lying to me— ”. Sorahiko rises halfway from his seat in fury…then takes in a deep breath and sits back down. “Is there something you want me to do?”. He whispers. “I don’t know what it is that you want, but if you tell me, I’

FOUR YEARS AGO… Miyamura curses as he struggles to finish his workload in time for the party— his twentieth birthday party. His and Misa’s…but she doesn’t really count. Even if she died before this day, she’d somehow manage to break death so she could resurrect. The stack of documents on his desk reduces in size as time passes, but he’s not satisfied. He has to finish this, pick up his suit, and meet up with Misa at the venue. All before seven pm. He swallows down a particularly nasty curse when the door to his office slams open and Rei skips in, with Eiji at her heels. “Hi, Mr Aronohai”. She yells cheerfully. “I’m here for you”. “As if I couldn’t tell…”. He mutters to himself. “Drop the act…and don’t call me that”. “Does that mean I can call you Miyamura? Really?”. She blinks at him with an expression of fake innocence. “That’s a bit too much…we haven’t even gone on our first date yet— ”. “Please excuse us, Eiji”. He ignores her as he turns his head to look at

FOUR YEARS AGO… Miyamura walks into the room. He fiddles with the lock a bit till he realizes that the door is unlocked, so he opens it and walks in to stop his ‘gift’ from doing something stupid. But there’s no one in the room…none at all. “Hello…”. He calls out uncertainly. The room is surprisingly cold, as if the air conditioner has been dialed to the highest, but to his surprise, something drips down his back. He’s sweating…in a room that’s freezing cold. “Have I come down with something…?”. He mutters to himself as he turns to leave the room— seeing as his ‘gift’ had somehow managed to leave without him noticing. He turns to leave…but his legs don’t move. “What the hell…?”. He tries to move them again, but they don’t even budge. His body feels alien— like a puppet without strings. He would look down at his legs, but his neck won’t follow his instructions. Something cold slithers down his spine the moment he realizes that he can’t move any part of his bo

BACK TO PRESENT DAY… “You can use what I’ve told you to protect yourself”. Miyamura lowers his head, avoiding Sorahiko’s gaze. “I’m sure many tabloids would pay for information like this”. He knows that once this information gets out— that an omega nearly raped a dominant alpha— he’ll become a joke. He knows how much people love to see others fall, especially those like him who society has labeled as invincible. Even if it’s impossible for someone like him to actually ‘fall’. But that’s not even what bothers him, he’s more concerned about what Sorahiko thinks of him now. Miyamura wonders how much he looks down on him now. Maybe, Sorahiko thinks he’s a fool for still trying to reason with Rei when it was already clear that she wasn’t going to be reasoned with. “I also knew when you met with Rei for the first time”. He adds nervously— the silence in the room eats at him. “But I was okay with it because she’s the one who came to you, and you clearly didn’t want to speak w

Rei opens her eyes slowly— slow enough that Sakura had already concluded that she had passed away, even if Misa said otherwise. Rei hadn’t even been out for up to a day. Sakura was just being impatient. “How is h-he?”. Her voice cracks as she turns to look at Sakura. Sakura, who conveniently ignores her question and continues to stare at her. “You know, you’re kind of lucky. I still don’t understand how you’re alive ”. “W-Water”. Rei points at her throat, gesturing for Sakura to bring her water. “I’m thirsty”. “Well, that’s a shame. I guess you’ll just have to live with it”. She smiles cheerfully at her. Rei blinks at her for a full minute, then rests her head against the wall she’s propped against and stares up at the ceiling with an unreadable look on her face. Misa said she didn’t want any of her filth to get on her furniture, so she told Sakura to leave her where she had passed out…which was the floor. “That’s all?”. Sakura moves closer to her and begins to po