TWO
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After second period, I walked with Fumi to the canteen. I still feel the barrier between Asaoka and I so I didn't talk to him much after class. Sitting on the same table with him is a little awkward too, especially with Haruna there. I try not to be too worried, or Haruna will go crazy again.
"Yoh, I think we should go out tomorrow," She suggested, noticing my sleepy face, "You look a little dull today."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." I mumbled.
"Have you been up all night Yoh-san?" Mami asked.
"Just a little bit." I answered still feeling a little dozey.
As I buried my head in my crossed arms, I thought of what I was really up to last night. I was lying down on my bed thinking of how I could make our relationship work. Work like, the way Haruna wants it to be. She might think that our relationship is boring. Plus, I was thinking of how I've been like towrds her lately. I get this other side of me, this kind of weird erotic side.
"Yoh?" She whispered softly into my ear.
Her voice was like a symphony, playing in some kind of frequency that makes me want to hug her and love her and….Oh, God, I'm thinking that way again.
"I couldn't sleep at all last night." I explained, my face still buried.
"Was something bothering you?" She said softly.
"Nothing really."
She leaned forward and buried her face into my arms too. Her scent was a human phermone, I got lost for a few seconds. Her hair was soft and so was her fair skin. Sometimes I even forget that time was even running when I'm with her. Ugh. I'm being cheesy again. Why am I feeling this way? And why am I trying to hide it?
I put my hand slowly around her. Good thing noone saw my face, because I felt the blood coming up to my cheeks. If I looked up, everyone would see me blushing. The whole group would start teasing me again if that happens.
"The bell's about to ring." Asaoka announced.
I looked up and everyone started giggling. Oh damn.
"HOW SWEET!" They said in a choral.
I felt my blood running up to my cheeks again and forgot that I had my arm around Haruna. She blushed too and looked at me with a smile. So cute. I really want to keep looking but I don't want to stare. She's become so pretty ever since I taught her how to look good. So it's partly my fault that I'm making it even more and more obvious. How troublesome.
"Yoh?" She mumbled, "The bell won't ring until an hour more."
Asaoka did this on purpose. That douche.
"Oh, Yoh is this really you?" He said with the usual I-meant-to-do-that smile on his face.
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Lunch was a bit of a struggle as usual, but I managed to get out of it alive. Haruna left with Mami and Asami to go back to class. I was left with Fumi and Asaoka yet again.
"Yoh, if you need some manly advice, we're right here." Fumi said as the other idiot giggled.
"Manly advice? I have no idea of what you're talking about." I lied.
"You know, I've had times when I feel that too," Fumi explained, "Sometimes I just want to hold Asa so tight and kiss her for the whole night, and—"
"Stop that." I interrupted, "That's my sister you're talking about, it's kinda awkward."
"The point is, you have to know when you should and shouldn't control yourself."
"Well," I scratched the back of my head, "It's probably time I become a real man I guess."
Okay, that was a little awkward.
"That's the spirit!" They both cheered.
"But, it's not like I would do it, if she doesn't want to do it yet."
"Ofcourse you shouldn't." Asaoka gave me that stupid look again, "Haruna is very sweet and very, very into you Yoh, but it's possible that she might think that it's a little too early."
"She says you're going out tomorrow, right?" Fumi asked pulling his chin, "Then maybe it's a good time to finally find out if she's ready."
"What do you suggest I do?" I pretended to be interested of what he's about to say.
"You know, do your usual intimate things together."
I've decided to finally give interest.
"That's not very much of a plan, but I guess I wouldn't mind if I tried."
"That's the spirit!" Asaoka says with glee.
As much as I don't like where this is going, this might be the only way I could finally pluck up the courage to shoot the goal.
Shoot the goal. Okay that sounded a little weird.