"I told you! I don't have time! No leave me alone. I still have work to do!"
"But Hiro-san."
"No buts!"
Hiroki looked over to see Nowaki, with his stupid puppy dog face.
God, how he hated that face!
He always surrendered to that stupid face.
Hiroki sighed.
"Fine."
He pouted.
"But I need to get some shorts. I don't even think I own a pair."
Nowaki's face brightened.
"Ahhh."
He sighed.
"Hiro-san in shorts"
"Baka! They're swimming trunks! And, God help you, you'd better not try anything stupid."
But Nowaki wasn't listening. He was still picturing his beloved Hiro-san in shorts.
"Ughh."
Hiroki trotted off to grab his wallet.
There was no way he was going enjoy this at all.