1. Waya was gay
2. And not with Isumi
3. Waya didn't hate Akira, or at least liked him enough to want to date him
4. I would have to figure out how I was going to deal with this situation sooner or later, and that honestly scared me
5. I wasn't the only person who thought my boyfriend was extremely attractive, apparently.
6 And I felt an extreme wave of jealousy run over me when he said that, and I kinda wanted to punch him.
I've been thinking about this the whole time after the diner, as I walked back to my game, as I played my game, and luckily managed to win. I thought about it when I put on my shoes and headed outside, as I saw Akira waiting on the bench for me, a book in his lap. He must've finished early, or was just faster than me. I turned around and saw Waya and Isumi headed towards the doorway, where I was standing. Quickly I dashed over to Akira and sat next to him before Waya could get near him.
He looked up slightly surprised. "Hikaru? You alright? You look like you just saw a ghost," He remarked.
I scoffed. "I wish!" I said, thinking of Sai. He would know how to deal with this. But he was also under the impression I was straight, so... I don't know. But he'd get this! I know it! Ghosts understand everything, right? With awesome hindsight and shit. Akira was looking at me worried, and I noticed he closed his book.
"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked softly, placing his hand on top of mine on the bench. I flushed and looked up at him and his dark hair. "I-I'm sure! Wanna go for a walk in the park?" I asked, changing the subject.
He didn't push. He shifted the way he was sitting so he was facing me, draping his arm over the side of the bench. "Can it be the old one no one goes to? So we can hold hands and stuff," He lowered his voice so no one could hear him besides me.
I smiled. "Yeah." And soon he stood, stretching, his back to a watching Waya and Isumi. Was it just me, or did Isumi look upset? I followed Akira's example. He turned to see if anyone was watching, his hand itching towards mine, but as he locks eyes briefly with the both of them, his hand relaxed. He knew how much I didn't want them to know. And with that, we walked to the park.
When we got to the park, I wanted nothing more to tell him. But I also did not want to tell him. See my dilemma? Like expected, there was absolutely no one around, and we walked around, hand in hand. Akira had a faint blush on his face and a slight smile as he looked around at the scenery. Without turning to me, he asked, "It's nice not to be stuffed in a building playing a board game for once, huh?" I smiled and replied with a small, "Yeah."
Then he turned toward me anxiously. "Um, you and the others didn't talk shit about me once I left, right?"
I glanced up at him and smiled a bit, shaking my head. "I would never let them," I answered simply. He turned and grabbed my other hand too, then in brief consideration he dropped both my arms and wrapped his arms around me in an embrace. "I know I don't tell you this enough," he began softly. "But I love you."
I smiled warmly and held him back. "I love you too," I replied with flushed cheeks. "But you're completely correct, Aki-chan, you don't say that enough. Almost never," I joked. He had this thing where he would tell me 'I love you' almost every time we saw each other, like he was afraid we wouldn't have another visit. I just wanted this moment to last, I thought I wouldn't have to tell him. He didn't really need to know, anyway.
He pulled back a little so his mouth could reach my ear, "Did you seriously just call me Aki-chan?" He hushed in a whisper.
I blushed a little. "Yeah," I paused before adding, "You can call me Hika-chan, If you'd like," I laughed softly.
"Hika-chan," He repeated it, tasting it on his tongue. "I like it." He snuggled his head into the side of mine. And in a hushed voice, I heard him breath, "I don't like hiding, Hika-chan," I could feel his smile against my skin.
I smiled and pulled back from the hug. "Akira," I began, and the taller boy leaned his head down so our faces were close again, the side of our noses against each other. "I have to tell you something, about after you left the diner." I finished, keeping my voice down since he was so close.
He kinda looked alarmed for a minute, then nodded. "Alright," He set our foreheads together. "Let me hear it," It was a bit amusing to me since he thought it would be something bad. (it was something bad, but better than 'Akira sucks dick and we hate him' or something to that effect)"Well... Waya said he wanted to ask you out," I said biting my lip, a wave of jealousy washing over me again. Akira was mine. Grr. Hiss.
Akira let up a bit and looked at me in surprised. Then he snorted and lost his composure, "If you're making this up, that's grade-a comedy right there." He laughed a bit. "I could barley nab you as my boyfriend, Hikaru...Hika-chan," He tried out the nickname again.
I pouted my lips a bit. "Hey, you're cute, Akira,"
Akira laughed and actually nodded. "Yeah, maybe, but I'm not like, hot I'm not like a dare-devil bad ass bastard who gets all the guys," He laughed again. "We play a board game for a living, Hikaru. And," He grabbed one of my hands again, then pulled our torsos together with an arm he hooked around my waist. "My heart belongs to Hikaru Shindo," he grinned at me. I blushed and leaned up, waiting as he would lean down and kiss me. And kiss me he did. The kiss was both warm and quietly passion-filled, out of all the emotions in the air, and during this passionate, little-bit-of-tongue kiss in the park I heard a familiar high voice say in confusion, "Hikaru?" It took us a few seconds to untangle ourselves and for me to turn to see with Akira who the voice belonged to. My eyes widened. My face was even more flushed, mostly out of embarrassment now.
There stood Akari Fujisaki, looking confused and wide eyed between me and Akira.