“Hmm... What to get...”
At the same time, I moved my hand across Kawanami’s thigh.
Kawanami yelped and made a face of surprise, but he immediately tried to look normal again. Yeah, that’s right. Act normal. Everyone’s looking.
“Yeah, I think I’ll go with the tonkotsu, but I dunno what I’ll do about the marinated soft-boiled egg. What do you think, Kawanami?”
“What’s the point of asking me? Do I look like I know how hungry you are?”
Kawanami kept his poker face while I rubbed his inner thigh. How’s this? Feels good, doesn’t it? You want me to touch you more, right? You want to touch me too, don’t you? I’m good to go for days on end!
At this point, my head was filled with dirty thoughts, but that was okay, wasn’t it? What’s better than girls with dirty minds? I’m gonna show you that girls with big tits don’t have a monopoly on being sexy!
Kogure Kawanami: We’re Friends, Right?
I sighed as I stood in front of the urinal. After finishing our ramen, it was still a bit too early to go home, so we decided to go to a karaoke place we found nearby. While the girls were excitedly picking songs, I ran to the bathroom to hide.
She’s...dangerous. If she had an aura, it would be a horny one. Her eyes were like those of a predator stalking her prey. This was the lust beast version of Akatsuki Minami I hadn’t seen since middle school. Despite how cute, cheerful, and innocent she looked, she was an unstoppable ball of lust once you got her rolling, and I was...probably the one who lit that fire last night. Dammit! Seriously, what the hell did I do last night?! Did I really fuck up?!
As I stood there, cradling my head, the door to the bathroom opened and Yamato came in.
“Hey.”
“Hey...”
Yamato stood in front of the urinal two down from mine. Since I was done, I went to the sink to wash my hands. As I was distracted by the cold of the water, Yamato started talking.
“You’re dating Minami-san, aren’t you?”
I splashed water from surprise and I frantically moved my hands away.
“Wh-What makes you say that?”
“Well, the two of you seem kinda close despite being supposedly broken up.”
Did I ever tell Yamato we broke up? I mean, he knew that we dated because we were in the same middle school, but... Oh wait, I must’ve told him yesterday.
“Well, it’s like...we’re not dating, but we live next to each other, so we can’t be at odds forever, you know?”
“Is that how it is? Yeah, I don’t get it.”
“Once you get a girlfriend and break up with her, you’ll get it.”
“Dude, why do you gotta say it like that?”
Looks like I got him off my back for now. She really needs to be more conscious of who’s watching. I put my hands under the air dryer while Yamato washed his hands. We left the bathroom at the same time, and waiting outside the door for us was Makoto.
“Hey, don’t ditch me!”
“What’s your problem? Can’t be around girls or something?” Yamato teased.
Makoto looked away awkwardly. “I’m not good with them... I never know what to talk about.”
I chuckled lightly. “Makoto...you may look different, but you haven’t changed one bit.”
“Shaddup!”
Makoto had always been bad with more talkative girls and usually only ever hung out with us because of that. The unease I felt from Minami’s actions was somewhat soothed by nostalgia as I thought back to middle school. Man, I feel so at peace. I thought Makoto would have changed after starting high school, but I guess it’s only the outside that’s different.
Makoto seemed to be looking at my expression. “So, Kogure... I heard a bit of the conversation from earlier.”
“Hm?”
“You don’t have to hide it if you’re dating Minami-san.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, exactly!” Yamato said, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Don’t be so cold! What’s to hide anyway? Everyone in our middle school knew the two of you were dating.”
“We’re not! We really broke up! We’re just childhood friends now!”
“‘Just childhood friends’... Damn, I’d love to say that myself one day,” Yamato said.
“Shaddup...”
I was used to getting teased like this, but right now it hit a little too hard because there was a high chance Minami and I weren’t just childhood friends anymore.
“Well, I guess if you say you’re just friends, then okay,” Makoto said, chuckling lightly. “Anyway, if you need to talk to anyone, I’m there for you. We’re friends, right?”
“You’re the last person I’d ever wanna go to for help, Makoto.”
“Hey, come on!”
As we chatted, we walked back down the hall to the karaoke room. If I could at least prove that nothing happened last night then I could boldly deny our relationship. Come on, Irido... You’ve gotta have come up with something already, right?
Mizuto Irido: A Statement from Someone Experienced
The sound of sizzling meat made the rounds over the riverside. As the Tanesatos had their yearly barbecue, I was reading a book as I always did. Thanks to the rays of the sun being a little softer today, the shadows from the tree weren’t too dark, so I could still read.
“Mizuto?” I heard the sound of gravel under sandals, and I looked up.
Standing there was Yume, wearing a swimsuit and a light jacket. She was wearing the same white bikini she’d worn during the Okinawa trip, increasing her skin exposure a little from last summer’s trip here.
She’d bought this bikini to wear under the wetsuit during the Okinawa trip, and though it should’ve been obvious due to the jump in skin exposure, it showed me just how much more self-confidence Yume had now. It was like she’d actually become bold, unlike last year when she had just been forcing herself to act like that. Then again, it could have just been that she’d grown physically bigger too.
She didn’t look too different from Madoka-san now, although the former’s slimmer waist might have given her the edge. Yume brought over a paper plate for the both of us and knelt on the blanket I was sitting on.
“Were you thinking of something dirty right now?” she asked.
“Of course not.”
“You sure? I felt a stare.”
The plate she put next to me was filled with sauced meat and vegetables. “I was never able to figure out what you were thinking before because you don’t show what you’re thinking, but I’ve figured you out now.”
“That goes for me too.”
“Yeah, true,” Yume said, sitting next to me. She tilted her neck to see what I was reading.
“If you’re so interested in what I look like in this bikini, want me to put it on for you sometime?”
“Yeah. When our parents aren’t around.”
“Oh my, what are you planning to do to me?”
“What would you like me to do? You should think about that while you still have the chance.”
After all, I wasn’t confident I’d have the self-restraint to take the time to listen to her requests in the heat of the moment. I’d always thought that I was the type of guy with a lower libido, but after taking the next step with Yume, I had been forced to realize that I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure if I’d always been like this or if Yume was just too hot. I’d let the history books decide that.
“Don’t get too crazy, kids...”
“Whoa!”
Yume screamed as if she’d seen a ghost, but I silently turned around to see Madoka-san looking at us with suspicious eyes.
“You’re just gonna get blue-balled if you flirt too much since there’s no good time to let all that out here...”
“Wh-What are you talking about?”
“Don’t even try to do it outside, okay? Even if there’s nobody to get on your case here, the bugs’ll definitely get you.”
“S-Seriously, what are you talking about?!” Yume stammered with a burning blush.