Skimming through pages of multiple worn-out books, he now concluded that boredom had indefinitely killed most of his brain cells.
Summer was supposedly meant to be enjoyable. The liberty of never-ending tests and mind cracking exams, away from suffocating professors that judged your every move and smelly schoolmates; the very thought of it should lead the shy and timid Yamaguchi Tadashi of all his 5'10 glory to ecstasy.
But no.
Due to the heat, financial difficulty and lack of decent acquaintances, his summer vacation is merely consisted of endless internet surfing, numerous sleepless nights playing repeated video games, and well– food.
Going outside to play the infamous Pokémon GO isn't an option either, because burning your skin when its already tan is not considered a smart decision.
The brunet dropped his head to the book in exhaustion. He sighed, asking himself what did he do wrong in his life. Untangling himself off the sheets of his rumpled bed, he ought to find another entertainment to pass time on. Yamaguchi went straight towards the mess he made and decided to tidy it up just for Pete's sake. So he plopped down on his questionably clean bedroom floor.
Gradually, he piled it all up in a stack and returned it to his vacant shelves not before dusting some of them. He sees his old mangas he bought back in middle school where he was once a self-proclaimed weeb whom has now evolved dutifully into a wonderful adult full of stress and anxiety. He facepalms himself and giggles silently.
Minutes after reminiscing his old stuffs, he then figures he should finish up when he spots an unfamiliar magazine hidden underneath his former English textbook. It didn't appear new but it wasn't as unkempt as the rest either. Its cover was a photo of a petite blonde girl smiling at a more mature yet astonishingly gorgeous bluenette with a distinctive mole on the lower side of her chin. They wore pastel dresses, big ass hats and heels and–
Oh. His face reddens.
It's a fashion magazine
He recalls what transpired months ago while they were still at school. The whole class had organized a trip to a newly opened mall. And being the typical social butterfly that he is, didn't have much choice and went along with the majority. His classmates had gone inside a bookstore, buying unnecessary things for themselves. Not wanting to feel left out, he randomly picked this one out, its ideal concept unnoticed just because he thought the blonde chick was cute. Which she really was.
No wonder he got those weird looks from his classmates.
Burning at the memory of it, he begrudgingly chooses to dispose it after skimming through a few pages when something absolutely breathtaking caught his interest.
This time, it was a blond man.
whAts wiTh mE aNd bLOnds omg
Yamaguchi snaps himself out of his internal reverie. The model had a bored expression which can be thoroughly mistaken as an irritated look (though it only added points to his hotness). He wore eye glasses that hung loosely on the bridge of his nose and his right hand splayed at his slightly curved hips, making him undeniably edible and sexy.
Definitely Yamaguchi's type.
Never did it occur to him that he'd swing the other way, however, as he stared into those golden spheres of his, checkered shirt that perfectly outlined his physique and tight jeans that utterly complimented his long legs– holy shit.
He'd be a perfect wank material.