~Fuuka~
Jiro gives me the tour of his room but it’s not all that different to most of the other dorm rooms I’ve seen, barring the odd decoration and a very interesting piece of furniture.
“You have a futon instead of a bed?” I ask, curious about the large sofa-like piece of furniture where most of us usually have a bed.
“Yeah, I found it really hard to be away from home during my first year so I ended up bringing this back after my first winter break. Slept like a baby ever since.” Jiro smiles wistfully while undoing his tie and tossing it onto his desk.
“Looks good for entertaining; got it set up in from of the TV and everything!” I gesture between the futon and the television on his chest of drawers. He steps beside my chair and waves his hand towards the futon.
“Do you need help or can you manage?” He asks, helpfully. Way to set me up. I could totally do it but I’m not gonna say no to him manhandling me a little.
“I can unlock the arm and lay it out but if you wouldn’t mind helping me…” I say coyly, watching his cheeks blush as he slides his arm under my legs and I wrap my arms around his neck. My face is less than an inch away from his as he carefully slides me off the chair and into the futon. Now’s my chance!
I squeeze my arms around his neck and draw him in for another kiss as he holds me and it sends shivers all through my body. He presses his weight against me so I sink a little into the plush futon. The sharp inhale through our noses mixes with our soft grunting as passion takes over.
Our hands find their way into each others uniform shirts, buttons hastily popped and pulled aside while we peck and nip at each other’s lips. His hands grasp my waist while mine slide into the back of his shirt and gently scrape his shoulders as I pull him against me.
“Who knew cookies were the way to a woman’s heart…” Jiro huskily chuckles into my ear and I bury my face into his neck. It wasn’t just the cookies! Okay, maybe a little but it was more the sweetness of the gesture. It showed you cared.
“Not just her heart, Jiro…” I purr, pulling my ribbon from my neck and discarding my blouse right along with it. Jiro stares at my chest with a curiously cute look before leaning in and kissing my collar bone, his hands reaching behind me for my bra. I run my hands through his hair as he unclips the straps and pulls the plain white garment away from my body.
“I’m not going too fast for you, am I?” Jiro looks up from my chest finally and I smirk, cupping his face with my hand.
“I’d feel a little better if you took your shirt off too.” He grins as he discards his shirt revealing some faintly wispy chest hair and the cutest inverted nipples. My hands instinctively reach for them and his body convulses at my slight touch.
“Oh-hoooo~! Sensitive, are we?” I tease as Jiro’s face and shoulders become pinker.
“Y-yeah, they are! So go easy on me, okay?” He asks in a hushed tone but in such a cute way that I just can’t help but circle his areolas with my thumbs, doing the same little flicks and motions I would if I was playing video games. Each motion elicited a cute new sound from the boy before he suddenly bats my arms away and slumps backwards onto his hands, heaving lusty breaths out of his quivering lips.
“O-o-okay, my n-nipples are now officially off-limits! Any more of that and I’m going to make a mess in my slacks.” He grins weakly, looking very flustered after I found his weak spot so easily.
“I’m sorry, Jiro, they just looked so cute!” I giggle as my eyes drift from his face down to the noticeable tent he’s pitching. I pat the futon next to me. “I promise I won’t play with your nipples anymore. Let me make it up to you~.”
He eyes me cautiously as he shifts his weight and crawls up onto the futon beside me. I can’t blame him, I’m totally thinking about attacking his nipples again but I think I should make sure he doesn’t make a mess first… I use my hands to shift myself up into the crook of his arm, leaning up for a kiss.
While I distract his face, my hand wanders over his uniform pants to the bulge. My sudden contact makes him break away with a gasp. I smirk at his bewildered face as his eyes flitter between mine and my hand.
“You’re really not playing fair.”
“Whatever made you think that I play fair?” I giggle as I slowly unzip the fly on his uniform ever-so slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. His eyes narrow and Jiro finds new determination as he attacks my neck with kisses and his hands find their way to my bare chest. Finally.
Goosebumps erupt up and down my arms as his affection makes my skin tingle. My toying becomes a little more haphazard as my mind fogs up and I find it harder to maintain focus on getting his cock out of his pants. I manage to get my hand into his slacks enough to find his underwear soaked through already. He really was close.
Meanwhile, Jiro’s right hand had moved down my torso to my skirt, sliding up and down my left thigh. I sigh a little as I remove my left hand from his pants and guide his hand from my thighs to between my legs, where it will actually have an effect.
“I’m not like other girls, Jiro,” I say softly, smiling in a reassuring way. “If you want me to feel good too; you don’t have to beat around the bush.”
He looks at me confused for a second before I feel the pressure of his fingers against my panties. I gasp and give him an approving nod.
“There you go. Just like that.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know…”
“It’s okay, honey. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I can de-heeeeh-finitely feel that.” I gasp a little more as his fingers press and rub against my nethers. He seems content to continue without my direct instruction so I can get back to my target.
I reach back into his slacks and find my prize still waiting. I eagerly peel back the thin fabric barrier and Jiro’s pre-cum soaked dick bounces into view, standing very proud. I wrap my fingers gently around the slippery shaft and slowly work at it while Jiro’s fingers find their way past my own cloth barrier and into my innermost self.
They probe deeply, stroking and pressing against my inner walls before finding the spot that makes me moan the loudest and my hand to tighten around his bulge.
Our combined lustful sighs earn a silly little chuckle from each other as our eyes meet, soon followed by our lips. Our tongues writhe against each other as we do our best to pleasure each other while also revelling in being pleasured. This is exactly what I wanted but I also want more.
“Jiro~!” I moan as a shiver runs up my spine and I let go of him to ride the wave of euphoria pulsating from my core. I gasp for air and look up at my partner who looks very proud of himself. He did a good job, especially after having to be corrected.
“Akio was on the money calling you a Master Baker. You really know how to mix with those hands.” I giggle between breaths, complimenting his technique.
“Please don’t let that nickname stick, especially if he came up with it.” Jiro chuckles, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and stroking my hair. As much as I’d love to cuddle right now, there’s an outstanding matter I should really attend to.
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck once more, drawing him into a passionate kiss. He reciprocates by wrapping his arms around my lower back which is precisely what I needed. Using all my upper body strength, I haul myself up onto his lap. Thankfully, he takes the hint and helpfully shifts my limp legs to either side of his own.
Now straddling him, I continue to kiss him deeply as I use my arms to pull my body against his, grinding our lower halves together. My fresh sensitivity makes me shudder a little each time but the sensation soon dies down, much to my disappointment. Breaking away from his lips, I look him deep in the eyes.
“I want to feel you inside me, Jiro.” I demand in my sexiest voice, huskily breathing the words into his face as I continue to grind. His eyebrows curl in frustration and I can guess what’s coming, or rather, what won’t be.
“Sorry, Fuuka, but I don’t have any condoms… Believe me, I want to but I…”
“No, it’s okay, I understand.” I breathe a lamentable sigh as I press my forehead against his. “Safety first.”
I wouldn’t even mind going bareback but for our first time… It should really be with protection. I grumble a little under my breath, cursing my own lack of foresight.
“We can stop now if you want.” He smiles, brushing the errant sweaty hairs from my face.
“That’s sweet of you to say, Jiro, but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you with blue balls.” I purse my lips as I release my grip behind his head and slide down his body with a devilish smile. I’ve climbed him like a jungle gym, now I’m using him like a slip ‘n’ slide. Akio would be so proud. I plant my legs into a stable enough position to support my weight on the floor as I lean across his lap and unbuckle Jiro’s belt and pants.
He looks at me with lustful expectancy as I tug his slacks and boxers down his legs, revealing his prosthetic leg. I run my palm over the engorged meat in front of me as I lick my lips. I lock eyes with Jiro, offering thanks for the meal I’m about to partake in.
“Bon appétit.”
~Hisao~
Even though time had gotten away from us at the hospital, Saki was kind enough to pay for the taxi back so we arrived outside the gates a little after curfew. Sure she’s rich but I don’t want to become a freeloader, especially with a new friend. Then again, the favour she asked for in return isn’t sounding so far fetched as I hear the conversation between a group of boys I don’t really know in the common room.
“She’s really kicked the hornet’s nest. There’s no chance she’s coming back from this.”
“I heard Ritsu carved ‘skank’ into her door. She’s gonna get her ass kicked for sure.”
“Hey Hisao! You hear what Enomoto did?” A beret-wearing boy from my class - Maeda - calls out to me and I step into the room to talk.
“Uh, no, I’ve been visiting my girlfriend in the hospital, what’s going on?” I answer mostly-honestly. This has to be about the messages she sent.
“Oh shit, sorry, I forgot about that. Is she okay?” Maeda switches gears with an apologetic look.
“Still recovering but doing better every day, thanks. What’s this about Enomoto?”
“Apparently she’s been fucking Tainaka’s boyfriend the whole time they’ve been together!” A dark-haired boy with dark shades excitedly gossips and I furrow my brow at him. Is that what she was worried about coming to light? What the hell…
“Yeah, Ritsu’s on the warpath.” Maeda continues. “You haven’t seen her, have you?”
“Tainaka?” I ask before shaking my head. “Uh, no, I haven’t seen either of them. Like I said; I’ve been at the hospital since about five, only just got back.”
“Sorry, I’m just kinda worried about Enomoto since she’s in the art club.”
“And because you like her.” Another foreign-looking boy cheekily teases, only to have a beret thrown at his face. His surprised squawk gets a laugh out of the boy with shades.
“Sh-shut the f-fuck up, Mallard!” Maeda glares at him.
“Well, I think I’m going to head off to bed. Kinda emotionally exhausted.” I say, backing away.
“No worries, Hisao. Take care!” Maeda offers his hand up and I do the same with a smile before I slip into the stairwell instead of the elevator. What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Saki? I approach the emergency exit and push it open to find a small figure in a very large hooded jacket and track pants waiting for me.
“Took your time!” Saki chuckles, hobbling through the door that I quickly close behind her. I raise my finger to my lips and she tilts her head curiously at me.
“People are already talking about the messages you sent. Apparently Tainaka’s out for your blood!” I half-whisper, half-shout - hoping not to draw attention to our sneaky meet-up in the stairwell. I questioned her need for a disguise but now I can see why.
“Well, yeah, I knew she would be. She ought to be, anyway, unless she’s a real cold-hearted bitch.” Saki shrugs, seemingly nonplussed by a threat against her.
“She’s vandalised your door!” I add and Saki’s eyebrows raise a little.
“Well it’s a good thing I brought the only things worth saving then!” She smirks, lifting her violin case a little. Just how far ahead did she plan for? The thought lingers in the back of my head as I guide her back into the main corridor and usher her quickly into the elevator before anyone notices. This stunt is making my heart beat a little quicker than usual and it annoys me that Saki looks so composed by comparison.
The elevator stops two floors up and I gesture down the hall. “Taro’s room is twenty-seven, just down there on the left. Are you absolutely sure about this?”
“I appreciate the concern, Hisao, but I think I’ve got this.” She smirks confidently back at me. Is this an act or is she that convinced this will work?
“And if you don’t?”
“What’s your room number again?” She sticks her tongue out playfully before turning and walking down the hall.
“Good luck…” I say after her as the elevator doors close. Though I wonder if you even need it.
~Saki~
The elevator doors close behind me and I drop the mask, my shoulders slumping. Okay, Saki, you’ve got your foot in the door - now what? How’re you going to play this?
A straight-up confession? Still a little too honest for me…
Pretending to just be returning his jacket? Not an entire lie and a good way to get a conversation started…
I could always serenade him…
Sorry but I really had to wake you,
See, I decided I must ride you ‘til I break you.
‘Cause Ritsu says I got to go
You’re my last meal on death row…
...Nah.
Twenty-three… Twenty-five… Twenty-seven. Here we are. I guess the jacket thing will have to do for lack of a better plan… I cautiously rap on Taro’s door a couple times and wait.
“Hang on, Akio, gimme a minute to put some pants on…” I hear Taro muffled behind the door and feel my cheeks burn. Does he sleep nude? The door opens and I think I might be right on the money as a sleepy-looking Taro appears clad in nothing but a pair of uniform slacks.
“I told you I was getting an early ni-Saki!?” He exclaims when he realises it’s me. Before I can even say hello, he’s grabbed the loose jacket and pulled me into his room, quickly looking up and down the hall before shutting and locking the door.
He turns to face me and I get a better view of his shirtless torso. He’s large and portly but I can see the strength in his shoulders, chest and left arm. It’s enough for me blush harder and spin around.
“Um, do you wanna, like, put on a shirt? Maybe?” I fumble for the words that I don’t really want to say but have to for the sake of having a conversation where I’m not drooling.
“What the hell are you doing here after curfew, Saki!?” Taro whisper-shouts much like Hisao did as I hear him fumble with something behind me. “And what the fuck is going on with you and the music club?”
“Oh, I quit the music club. Handed it over to people who will do some good with it.” I explain, turning my head slightly to address him. I can’t see him due to how floppy the hood of his jacket is, unfortunately.
“No, I mean the thing with you and Ritsu’s boyfriend? You know she’s been stalking the campus like a goddamn kaijin looking for you?” He says, his voice still a mix of panic and frustration. “You can… You can turn around now.”
I pull the hood from my head and find him looking a little flustered on the edge of his bed, a t-shirt haphazardly thrown on with only his left arm through a sleeve.
“That’s... A whole mess of a thing but whatever you’ve heard is probably true.” I admit, removing my backpack and placing it on Taro’s desk with my violin case. I unzip his hoodie, removing and folding it neatly. I look at Taro but he’s not looking at me, his eyes flittering from side-to-side while looking firmly at the carpet. Like he’s reading something he can’t quite believe.
“I wanted to bring this back to you and… Well, I needed to talk to you before Ritsu finally finds and kills me.” I chuckle dryly, drawing an incredulous look from Taro. I walk forward and offer out the hoodie. He reaches out and I gently place it onto his open palm, stepping backwards and sitting on his desk chair.
“That seems like a Pandora’s Box that no good can come out of so I’m not even going to ask…” Taro groans, tossing his hoodie back onto his bed then leaning on his knee. “So what exactly did you want to talk about so badly that you snuck in here after curfew?”
“Well it’s not like we ever traded contact info… Plus I just got a new phone…” I giggle a little but his face tells me he’s not really in the mood for jokes. His now pensive expression is yet another side to him I’ve never seen. “For starters, I wanted you to be the first to know I’m quitting the art club.”
“Why?” He asks and I lean back, sighing.
“For a bunch of reasons, really. Most of which are parent-related but ultimately, I don’t enjoy it and it was only ever for their benefit soooo…”
“No, I mean; why did you want me to be the first to know?” He asks, leaning forward just a little more, eager for my answer. I clamp my lips shut and look down at my legs as I cross them.
“Because…” I start to nervously fiddle with my hands. “Because you’re the only one I’d miss. Maybe the only one who’d care if I quit…”
I hope that last part’s true anyway.
Taro’s eyes slowly widen as he looks back at his hoodie, then back to me. I smile warmly and he looks down, rubbing his face.
“Miki’s never gonna let me live this one down…” He mutters under his breath with a sigh. Look like he finally gets it.
“Hisao owes her dinner too, apparently…” I snort with amusement as my arms fold across my chest. Taro looks up at me with the cutest confused expression. “Yes, that means exactly what you think it means, Taro.”
“I’m sorry; I’m having a hard time processing this…” He says, the disbelieving tone is kind of hurtful, honestly. “You like me?”
“How could I not?” I answer with all sincerity. “You’re… You’re the first person in a long time that was kind to me without ever asking or expecting anything in return. You were kind just to be kind.”
“I… You’re welcome, I guess, but I didn’t really do much…” He rubs the back of his neck ruefully and I angrily stand. No. You don’t get to diminish what you did. I won’t let you.
“That’s bullshit. You did more than anyone could have asked and way more than I deserved!” I raise my voice in defence of the boy who doesn’t believe in the power of his own actions. He doesn’t know what it meant to me and that’s not going to change unless I’m honest.
“You l-lifted me out of a puddle of my own p-piss and shame and m-made me feel okay about it! How dare y-you sit there and say you d-didn’t do anything for me?” I stammer as my emotions get the better of me for the second time in front of Taro. Steel yourself, girl.
“Whoa, calm down, Saki.” Taro holds up a hand and I refuse to with an angry shake of my head.
“I can’t! You’re sitting there self-deprecating and it just pisses me off. I’m a god damn trash pile of a person but you still treated me with more dignity and respect than my own family would!” I throw my arms around wildly as I explain.
“Did you know I’m the reason you and Ritsu didn’t work out? I told her about you and Miki!” I exclaim, my emotions overflowing from my eyes.
“And even back then I was fucking Shura. Not because I liked him but because he was the first thing I ever chose for myself! Not chosen for me by my parents or thrust upon me by my condition… It was one of the worst things I’ve ever done and it was only the first of many bad choices.”
“Just… Just take a breath for a minute, would you?” Taro rises from his bed and steps forward cautiously, closing the gap between us.
“I’m a bad person! I’m a liar, a bully, a manipulator, and you still took the time to help someone as fucked-up as I am!” I say adamantly. Balling my fists in annoyance, I back away, determined to spill my guts one way or another. My back hits his closet door and my shoulders slump. I’ve got nowhere to go and not a lot left in the tank; time for the realest truth I’ve ever uttered.
“I like you Taro but I also know I could only make you worse and you don’t deserve that!”
My tears fall freely as Taro’s arm engulfs my head and pulls it to his chest. I can’t fight the urge to wrap my arms around his torso as I sob uncontrollably. He’s the only person to see me at my lowest - to ever see me this vulnerable - and that weirdly makes me happy.
“I’m suh-sorry. Th-This is probably the l-last th-thing you wanted to hear before bed.” I try to laugh through the tears but it just makes me stammer. He strokes my head gently and I feel like I could melt into a puddle.
“Shh. It’s okay. Just… Just stop crying, please? I’m no good with crying girls.” He says with a dulcet timbre. He’s so soft and cuddly…
“You’d b-be surprised…”
We stand there for god knows how long. Time just didn’t matter while I was being held by a boy I genuinely liked and who seemed to care about me too, even if it was just platonically.
“You okay?” Taro finally speaks and I look up to him.
“I am now… Thanks, Taro.” I say earnestly and he blushes, releasing me from his hold but ushering me towards his bed.
“Take a seat; it’s comfier than the chair.” He offers and I oblige him, sitting towards the foot of his bed while he sits toward the head, facing me.
“So… You told Ritsu about me and Miki. That explains her attitude… but I wouldn’t say you’re to blame for that. I think it’s pretty evident she’s always been kinda vindictive.” He says with an almost wistful sigh, maybe wondering how things could have ended up differently between them.
“I didn’t help though… I encouraged that behaviour.”
“Maybe… As for the Shura thing… That’s really shitty. Not many people know this about me but my junior high girlfriend cheated on me.” Fuck… If that’s not the nail in the coffin for this, I don’t know what it is. How could he want to be with me with that kind of past?
“I had some pretty bad self-esteem issues when I first got here. Something Miki actually helped with a lot so I wasn’t a fan of Ritsu being mean about her.” His tone goes from sombre, to a little sad, to a light chuckle as he casts his gaze down.
“I guess I kinda understand the need for control in your life but that was a pretty awful way to go about it.” He says and for the first time I feel like he’s judging me but I can’t blame him. I deserve it.
“It was but it was my mistake to make; if that makes sense?” I explain and he nods in seeming agreement.
“Yeah…” He purses his lips as he looks at me. “Look, I’m not gonna say I don’t find you attractive because… Hell, those glasses are…” He blows air through his lips as he gestures toward me. Even at my worst, in my most casual grubby clothes… I blush at the idea that it’s this version of me that he likes.
The one closest to the real me.
“But I have to think about all this because…”
“It’s a lot; I know. I’m sorry to dump all of this on you but I’m trying to be more honest with my friends and I especially wanted to be truthful with you. Even if you ended up hating me.” I sigh, pulling my knees up to my chest and leaning against the wall.
We go quiet for a while, not talking to each other but definitely looking at each, realising the other is watching and then looking away. The atmosphere is tense, awkward. There’s a further conversation to be had, hopefully - but right now, I think we’re all talked out. I let out a little yawn and that brings Taro’s entire focus onto me once more.
“Do you… Do you feel safe going back to your room?” He asks, concerned. I frown in concentration as I imagine the kind of revenge that’s waiting for me. Ritsu wouldn’t break into my room and smother me in my sleep, would she? I haven’t heard about her breaking into my room but I did bring important stuff with me just in case she decided to trash it in revenge.
“N-Not really. She’d probably be looking to do some damage, even if she can’t get at me directly.”
“That’s why you brought your violin?” He gestures with his head and I follow the direction to the case on his desk, nodding slowly in response.
“It’s the only thing of my grandfather’s I own. It’s very precious to me and I didn’t want to run the risk of it being destroyed.” I say, remembering the sweet old man who bequeathed his old string instrument to a little girl who was enamoured by the sound it made. “Everything else is replaceable.”
The room goes quiet again as Taro contemplates the case and then me.
“If you’re that scared… You can stay here tonight.” He says with a resigned, solemn voice, standing up from the bed and taking one of his two pillows with him. “You take the bed, I’ll take the floor.”
“No, I can’t ask you to do that! Not after I just trauma-dumped on you.” I stand and take the pillow out of his hand.
“You’re a guest so you get the bed; that’s how it works.” He snatches the pillow back. I pout up at him and, for the first time in a while, he smiles the way he usually does at me.
“Stop being so damn chivalrous and take the bed, Arai!” I grab hold of the pillow with both hands but find I can’t wrench it from his grasp. In a contest of strength, there’s no way I could beat him and he knows it. He pulls the pillow toward him and me right along with it.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Enomoto…” He chuckles, the pillow pressed between us as we play tug-of-war back-and-forth. “Now get in the bed before I throw you into it.”
“Oh yeah? Gonna be hard to do that after I tuck you in, you big dummy!” I growl as a playful smirk forms on my lips, a smirk that Taro mimics in his own cute way. How does he do that? Make my worries melt away with just a look.
“Tuck me in, huh? Gonna read me a bedtime story too, Saki? Kiss me good night?” He mocks me as he raises an expectant eyebrow at me, almost like he’s daring me to… Ugh, you are too damn cute, Taro!
I release the pillow and grab his face. The split second of shock on his face will be burned into my memory forever, as will the taste of his lips on mine. I let him go and admire his utterly dumbfounded face.
“Good night.” I smirk, very pleased with myself as I snatch the pillow out of his grasp triumphantly. His blushing face just stares at me blankly for a couple seconds and I suddenly feel very self-conscious. “S-Sorry… I went too far, didn’t I?”
Taro stares as I bite my lower lip. He leans back for just a second as his face goes through a mix of emotions; some good, some bad. He rubs his eyes and looks at me again with a thoughtful look before reaching for the pillow again, stepping into my space instead of pulling me into his. “Saki…”
“Taro…” I respond cautiously. Seconds tick by as we stare at each other, our faces reddening. He slowly takes the pillow from my hands and tosses it behind him. Our faces are mere inches from each other again when he gulps hard and steps back, my heart sinking.
“You take the bed and I’ll take the floor.” He says with a determined look that shifts to a crooked smile the further he gets from me. “And please don’t argue because I don’t think I have the willpower to say no a second time.”
His nervous chuckle and bashful demeanour only makes me want to tease him more but I ultimately nod in agreement. I’m pushing my luck as is and I don’t want to scare him off.
“You’re right. I don’t want to pressure you or rush this, it’s just… I really like you, Taro.” I confess with barely hidden grin.
“Thanks, Saki. I… I don’t quite know how to respond just yet…” He begins and I wave him off.
“It’s okay. I’m just super-thankful to have you as my friend right now. It feels good to have someone in my corner.” Taro acknowledges my feelings with a heartfelt smile and I feel so much warmth inside.
“Here; I might be taking the bed but you have to have the duvet!” I announce, bundling it up in my arms and passing it off to him.
“But…”
“No buts! I can use your hoodie as a blanket.” I smile coyly. “I basically have been since you lent it to me…”
“Oh! Well, okay then…” He rocks from side-to-side with an adorable ‘aw shucks’ kind of look as he turns to set up his bed on the floor. I feel kinda guilty for taking his bed but I did argue against it. Hell, I pretty much offered to share it, in whatever way he wanted.
It feels really weird to be both happy and sad that he didn’t immediately jump at the chance to sleep with me. I guess it means he’s taking my feelings seriously and that feels good. I pull his hooded jacket around me once more and zip it up as Taro finishes laying his double duvet out so he can fold half of it over him like a sleeping bag.
“Um, I have trouble sleeping in shirts so do you mind if I…?” Taro trails off as he sits cross-legged on the floor. I purse my lips with a smirk as I pull the hood over my head, the sheer size covering my eyes enough so I can’t see his torso again.
“Be my guest~.” I say with a lilt in my voice as I lay on my back, wrapped in the hoodie that smells like both of us. I sneak a peek at the boy on the other side of the room to me as he removes his t-shirt. He reaches up and turns the lights out, with only the ambient light of the lamps outside diffusing into the room.
“G’night, Saki.”
“Good night, Taro… And thank you.” I say quietly into the darkness, peering over at the Taro-shaped shadow. “And sorry for disturbing your early night, too.”
“You wouldn’t be the first, Saki…” He sighs, equally quietly, from the other side of the room. I can practically hear the smile on his face. I have to ask…
“Miki?”
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, Saki.” He scoffs.
“Just says vague leading statements that make a girl curious?” I say cheekily.
“Correct.” He answers. “You okay over there? Warm? Comfy?”
What a silly question to ask…
“I am, Taro.” And so much more.
