I, Yukimura Seiichi, am gay, and I admit that wholeheartedly. At some point, I thought it was only a little boy's curiosity, but I was proven otherwise during my fourth year of elementary school. My first wet dream involved a certain friend of mine doing some naughty things that got me really, really excited. It had far exceeded a kid's curiosity, no? My realization of the unusual sexuality of mine was quite uneventful, really. Only one wet dream proved it all, and I didn't really deny it much. I had a feeling that I'm different, and being different isn't that bad. Though, I have kept it a secret even until now. Even though I said that being different isn't that bad, people might not think the same. So, I stayed quite.

It was frustrating, really. Many charming and well-built young men surround me in my club. We change every time together, and I watch silently in the dark corner of the club room. What difference does it make between me and those girls that would die to be in my position? Self-control, that is. I have mastered the art of high-level self-control. If people say that boys around my age are those hormonal boys in their puberty, then I too, am included. Even though I'm gay, I'm one of them. I am no different. And keeping my self-control is really tormenting.

I sometimes consider the possibility of my friends being gay also, no matter how small it is. That being said, even though it would sound disgusting to some, I tried to make some light advances toward my friends. But they gave no reaction I had hoped for. None of them did. The one time I accidentally touched Sanada's hand affectionately, he looked at me with that confused and disturbed look. There was no glint of embarrassment, gratefulness, or some sort of happiness. It was only pure puzzlement, like your friend had just pinched your cheek out of the blue. Everyone had the same reaction, even some looked quite disgusted. Well, considering the very low probability, it was expected. What are the chances anyway?

In addition to the piling frustration, my high sexual drive doesn't help also. Blame it to the hormones once again. When I watch the delectable scenery before me in the locker room, all I want to do is to jump over them and did things I would have done long before if not for my professional self-control. They look so vulnerable (disregarding their well-toned body, because no, they're not actually vulnerable). They let their guard down so carelessly. Even as frail as I am, if I ever decide to jump over them, they wouldn't budge. Oh, the irony. I let those tempting opportunities slip away.

But they had been so loyal and great to me. If not for the good deeds they have done, I might have raped them all. Probably.

I wish, if not a great gay partner, I wish to have a wonderful gay friend who understands me with all their heart – a pitiful one is preferable, as I'm not as lucky and I don't want to be the only who's pitiful. For now, let's focus on crushing the little boy in front of me. Thankfully, midget like that isn't my type so I won't have to hold back at all.

I still wish to have a gay friend!

And Echizen Ryoma sneezes that cause him to lose a point.

This might be my lucky day~

A/N: I think there's a slight OOC here, don't you agree? And, do you get why Ryoma sneezed? *wink wink*