HOW TO UNLEARN YOUR SENPAI

Her First Time In His Flat

Leeds. 11:47 PM. Freezing cold. Minus 2 degrees. The whole campus is asleep, Student Union empty after the party.

After the party, Leo didn't take Rose to her Student Halls. He drove somewhere else.

His black Audi stopped in front of a quiet, expensive apartment building, 5 minutes from campus. Private lift, private security. His private flat. No one knows about it.

Rose looked at him, surprised. "Leo, this... you live here? Not in Halls?"

"My flat," he said simply, unbuckling her seatbelt, opening her door like a gentleman. "I don't live in Halls, Rose. I live here. You've never been here. I wanted you to be the first girl to come to my flat. First and last."

Inside, everything was exactly like Leo Carter. Spotlessly clean. Dark grey walls, big black sofa, expensive warm lights, no mess. A huge window with the whole Leeds city lights view. Cold, expensive, neat — but tonight it feels so warm, because Rose is here.

Rose took off her heels, feeling a little shy in her short black party dress, pulling it down a little with her hand. "Your flat is exactly like you, Leo. Cold, handsome, and a little scary."

Leo smiled — that rare, private smile only Rose gets to see — and threw his keys on the table, his coat on the sofa.

"You're shivering," he suddenly said, seeing Rose shiver. Her party dress was so thin.

Before she could say anything, he came from behind and gently wrapped his own black hoodie around her shoulders. The hoodie was huge on her, reaching her knees. It smells exactly like Leo — his cologne, his shampoo.

"Better now?" he whispered close to her ear.

Rose nodded, holding the hoodie tight. "Much better. So warm. It smells like you."

They both sat on his big, soft grey sofa. At first, no TV, no music. Just silence. The yellow fairy lights from outside coming through the window, falling on her face.

Leo sat very close. Too close. No gap at all. One arm pulling her right into his chest, the other hand tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.

"You know," Rose whispered, lifting her face from his chest, looking at him, "for a cold English boy, you are so clingy, Leo Carter. Everyone says you are cold."

"Only for you, Rose Williams," he said softly, his finger brushing her lips, eyes locked on hers. "Outside, I am cold. For you, I am a different person. I am only clingy for you."

Rose blushed. Turned red. The hoodie, his perfume, his flat, his arms, his chest — everything feels like Leo now. She feels so safe.

He turned on a Netflix movie — a romantic movie. But no one is watching the movie. The movie is just playing in the background.

Rose put her head on his chest. She can hear his heartbeat. Thump thump. Calm, but a little faster when she is close. She knows it now.

Leo rested his chin on her blonde hair, his hand stroking her hair slowly.

"Stay," he suddenly said, very softly.

Rose looked up. "Hmm?"

"Stay tonight," Leo said, looking into her eyes. "In my flat. On my sofa. Wearing my hoodie. I will drop you to Halls in the morning at 8:30, promise. Like our rule. But tonight, stay with me. Please."

Rose looked at him, her blue eyes soft, sleepy, so comfortable in his chest.

"Are you sure, Leo? We..."

"I have never been so sure of anything in my life, sweetheart," he said, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. "Remember my 8:30 rule? Every morning 8:30. That's my rule. But tonight is my extra rule. You are mine tonight."

Rose smiled, small, happy, safe.

"Okay, Leo Carter. Tonight, I am yours. Only yours."

Outside, Leeds is freezing, everyone is asleep. Inside his flat, heater is on, soft warm light, and just Rose in his big hoodie, curled up small, and Leo holding her like he will never let her go, never lose her.

Their first night together. No rush. Nothing bad. Just warm, romantic, safe, and just the two of them.

And for the first time ever, Rose fell asleep on Leo's chest — in his flat, on his sofa, wearing his hoodie, listening to his heartbeat.

Leo didn't sleep. He doesn't sleep. He just keeps looking at her sleeping face, holding her tight with one arm, his cold, handsome English face finally, completely soft, completely for Rose.

End.

Cliffhanger for Dreame:

> Next Morning: Rose wakes up in Leo's bed wearing his shirt... and Ellie is calling him at 8:29 AM.