"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back. He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler... "...Betelgeuse?" I muttered. "You know them?" Shirai glanced at me. "No..." Getting involved with someone like him wouldn't be good for my heart. I scooted off the stage. "We should go." I whisper. A question sign hung above their heads. A hand rested on my shoulder. How did he get over here so fast? I turned my head slightly to see everyone had made way. Like Moses before the Red sea... "Hold on, where do you think you're going? You're the organizer of this thing here, right?" That buff dude asked. "Huh, I'm not actually- I looked in their direction, but Shirai suddenly became interested in the ceiling and Tanjiro waved a
It was a day I knew would come but I never wanted to think of it. When I went downstairs for breakfast that morning, a bald-headed Japanese man was sipping on some coffee while looking over a tablet. My heart froze and shat shit all over my chest cavity. An invisible barrier had been erected that prevented me from proceeding. My lips glued shut and it took everything within me to think as my mind pulled a blank. In the end, the only thing I could think of was tiptoeing as quietly as possible back upstairs. I'm a ninja. A ninja. My relatives always told me I was creepy since I made no sound, randomly appearing out of nowhere. I am silence, I am stealth! Turns out I was a fraud. No, just a big fish in a pond. "Good Morning..." I was instantly spotted! My heart froze as I stiffly turned around. "Amara...was it?" He was looking at me, but he was wearing sunglasses. I couldn't read his expressions so the knob on my anxiety began to skyrocket. "Y-yes." A silence passed. "Ah!" I b
We returned home some weeks later. I've been practically stuck with Step-Father-san the whole time so it's been awkward but not terrible. We talked about many things and Mom was barely around like always. I couldn't help but feeling slightly annoyed about that, but it wasn't too bad. Out of all the men Mom has seen, he's the least shady and he doesn't mind my tone or questions at all. It's kind of suspicious. Should I be on guard? But he didn't strike me as that kind of person. Still, coming home by myself that day cause Mom had places to be and he had to return to work... It felt odd. Lonely almost. Kagami was away, Arima-san went to a hot springs with her family, so the town felt quiet. My feet were on autopilot and my mind a blank as I trekked towards our neighborhood. Maybe that's why I didn't see him until I arrived at my destination. The GPS in my mind turned off the second I approached our gate. That's when I saw him. A lanky fellow with a plaid jacket tied around his wais
She melted underneath me. Soaking into the bedsheets of our hotel suite. A sigh escaped her. I watched her misty eyes dim and return to their original indifference. She bitterly muttered. "Get off me." I pulled out, tossing the condom before lying next to her. My head turned to check the time. It was past eight. She could still make it in time for her schedule...if she ran. I turned to say something only to catch her glaring daggers at me. "Because of you, I'm late." I blinked. When I wanted to pull out earlier over you wrapped your legs around me and begged me not to stop. Yeah? It was cute on day one but now it was a serious mood killer. "...Sorry." She looked annoyed as she sat up. "Are you really? Because you don't seem sorry at all! Why are you always like this?" Right back at ya. I'm sorry that I can't help not being sorry. I do feel bad that her reputation has gone down thanks to this. She's been late to her gigs lately, whenever we're together like this it's easy to
Her answer didn't actually matter. If she chose me, I'd probably keep fucking her... I mean it's free cooch. But that was it. But her silent glare and pursed lips spoke more words than needed. "You're not in love with me, sh--, you don't even like me." Her chest heaved, a humph escaped her as she hugged herself. "Don't give me that shit, what about you?!" I liked you enough that's why I fucked you bitch put the pieces together! Of course, I couldn't say that. In situations like this, all she'd be able to hear is "He likes me." Not anymore. Suddenly I had an epiphany. "Ahhhh," I nodded. "Ahhh, I see." She eyed me frustrated. "...What?" "Nothing. Nothing at all." I turned for the door when she skittered ahead to intercept me, planted herself in front of the door. This girl... "What are you doing?" Her eyes shimmered with defiance and determination. Her hand traced the collar of her robe before moving down to untie it, it slipped to the floor. "Are you...trying to be sexy no
Her eyes were like cut jewels that scratched you the moment you make eye contact. When she asked me if I wanted to come in my mind froze as it instantly went to a dirty place, but I had to consider possible cultural differences as well as the fact she seemed to personally know Kagami before cooking up an appropriate response. "Sure. Um... Thanks." Describing her simply as a cutie would be an understatement. She was underdressed now but I could already tell from all the girls I've seen before their transformation; she's already this adorable without makeup how much more would she be with it on? More importantly, so I don't fuck anything up. "What's your relationship with Kagami?" I asked as she opened the door. "He's... a friend." Her tone became gentler just now. He's in the friendzone? Hahhh, that guy has always had zero interest in girls. But he's never gone out of his way to befriend one before...my instincts are telling me to sit tight and watch. Let's see how long it takes
"Mmm. I guess. If you like rock." I say that but I get more stares these days, there's nothing you can do not with your face on tv. Amara hummed and walked over to the living room and came back to bequeath the remote to me. "Why don't you put something on? I want to hear what Kagami wrote." Claire tilted her head. "What do you mean what Kagami wrote?" So I explained. "Kagami wrote all our songs." "Sugarboy did?" "Hah?" Sugar boy? Kagami? Well, actually I guess it's fitting. More importantly, are they close? Which one is his squeeze? Don't tell me he never made a move on either? Would he really do that? ... Yeah, he would. Amara ushered me to the living room by pushing my back. "Please ignore her." She walked back to the kitchen to bicker with Claire while I tried to figure out their tv. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ I managed to make something like sandwiches, and edamame. And juice but I could hear Claire's
He was my Japanese teacher + I had to see him every day at school. It was a stressful experience as back then he got up early enough to walk with me. I came to hate his face. Whenever he asked me to eat together right after a lesson, I could never decline, because he was always polite even when I messed up my Japanese. To have patience with a person when teaching them... I find people who can do such a thing, an anomaly and it makes me feel like a piece of trash in comparison especially if I slight them or don't cooperate. That's why I couldn't decline him that time either when he invited me to his house. I didn't expect I'd be going up to his room to wake him. His Mother seemed to give up on calling to him from downstairs. When I got to the door, I heard music, a soft and soothing male voice. Did he fall asleep listening to the radio? I thought. When I knocked on the door the music continued, when I opened it, it was as if I caught him naked because when he noticed me he let out