Nanana nana na~
Wwooot. Oh, and Ritsu doesn't call Masamune 'senpai' and stuff cause the word doesn't register to him yet, even when hearing An and other people call other classmates that.
Weeks pass, and Ritsu loved spending time with his new friend.
...Friend? The little chibi neko person cocks his head, confused at the word as he waited for An to get ready for school. Friend didn't seem like a good way to describe it. Hm... Do friends give you tingly feelings all the time? The only times he recalled feelings like that was when his parents told him about how they fell in love. Ritsu blushed a little.
Was that it?
"What's wrong?" He looks up to see An in her uniform, brushing her hair that reached to her upper back; she was planning to grow it out. Giggling now, she sets her brush down to walk to her closet.
Ritsu's little space consisted of a doll house An had played with; a two story, formerly open-close, that can be carried anywhere. Set on the other end of her desk in front of her window, the half doll house was permanently open (the other half with the part that came together to form the whole house was discarded due to accident when An was little) and Ritsu's little bed area was on the first floor.
An had brought it to herself to decorate it a little with green curtains, a small comfy couch, and a little clothes rack. Most of his clothes weren't on there though- they're in a drawer of An's dresser.
On the window sill, Ritsu walked up to the little pot soaking up the weather, a bud rising in the center of the dirt.
His parents had given it to him when he was little- telling him to take it with him if he were to ever leave them- and it never grew until now; he pokes the soft bud, a pale yellow-green. They told him that it had to do with growing up, but how? He turns the pot so the other side can receive the coming afternoon sunlight.
Now that he thought about it, they made him pour the dirt himself after giving him the tiny pot. He never put a seed in there, so how was it growing? His parents told him he'd understand when he grows up, but for now he had no idea. Was it maybe like an adult-automatic common knowledge thing?
"Ritsu," he was picked up and onto An's shoulder. "Let's go."
Hearing more and more of slamming doors, Masamune stayed under the pillow of the guest bed, his ears down. As much as he hated this, he couldn't leave. Not for too long anyway- one of them would notice out of nowhere and scold him.
He didn't want to go to the school today. His legs felt tired after trying to attempt high jumps from the stairs in the house. Coming to and from school wasn't a good idea.
Tomorrow though, Ritsu might probably fuss over him, worried, and maybe share his lunch again...
For some reason he couldn't wait for that. Why? He got out from under the pillow, suddenly feeling smothered and hot.
After shaking his head to hopefully clear it in vain, he goes to look out of the room to go downstairs and out the door once the coast was clear.
...
The backyard was a calm place. No one hardly goes out here besides him (from the house at least), and gardeners were hired once a month to clean and snip any unwanted weeds or over growth so it was always looking pretty.
Hopping off the small steps of the back porch, he then walks to the under of a bush cluster behind the only tree in the backyard.
He had recalled hearing his owners clash for the first time in his childhood. The ruckus went to far in one setting, so he ran out here to breathe. Hearing something moments later about 'throwing it off in the bushes', Masamune's little tinier self went out looking through the bushes to pass the time.
That was when he found it minutes later: a small, empty pot on its side with a dirt stained note. Although he couldn't read it, Masamune smelled his own faint scent along with two others. Was it his real parents?
He had wanted to move it, but seeing that it would trail dirt inside the house and on him, he decided not to. His owners would yell at him. Instead, he moved it from its side to standing straight up on the ground. And left it like that.
So, throughout the years he would visit it, that pot and dirt clump around it that for some reason nothing grew.
Until now.
Masamune stared at the bud rising out from the pot with wide eyes; upon further investigation, he saw that it was growing out from a crack at the bottom.
The bud was a pale green- when he touched towards the end towards him he felt soft petals, tilting up to see what was clearly pink petals peeping out from the covering bud.
What happens now? Does he water it- does it even need water? This felt like something he should have been told about, and now he was a little lost.
Hearing his name being called, Masamune awkwardly pat the bud before leaving to go back into the house.
[A-are you okay?] Ritsu asks him, for the second time the next day, worried.
[Yeah...] Masamune mumbles, the both of them walking along a shelf to pick out a book. He was too focused on the hand holding his as they walked to add more words; Ritsu had almost fell so he reached out, and action that felt suddenly natural.
And it didn't help that this happened three shelf climbs back, so he was asking himself why he was still holding his hand. Ritsu didn't seem to mind though.
...
There seemed to be something in the air now, Masamune realized. He couldn't pin it down though. What was it?
It was two more hours until the school day ended, so Ritsu and him were still reading away. For some reason though, Masamune kept feeling strange. He refused to admit it had something to do with the younger beside him, leaning against him with sleepy eyes. Which was kind of cute.
The book they were reading was admittedly a little boring, and they felt too lazy to jump down and turn the page.
He... should he tell him to stop leaning? It wasn't like he didn't like it or anything, but it made him feel weird. A nice weird. Hearing Ritsu sniff his shoulder now, he turned, wondering what was wrong. [What is it?]
[I think some of that juice went on you when that guy dropped his drink a while ago.]
[Oh...] Masamune tried shuffling away. [I'll clean it later, so just ignore it.]
[I-I can do it!] Ritsu began, coming closer to him again. [My mother did this to me when I was little. And she does it to my father sometimes. We are a little part cat after all.]
Masamune frowns, not understanding until he felt the sensation against his neck and up to his ear. Blushing slightly, he shuddered at the tongue grooming him, and looked down seconds later, embarrassed by the feelings running through his chest and-
He blinked. And blinked. Then he stared hard at the bulge behind the zipper of his pants. What the hell was happening to his lower parts?
...
[There!] Ritsu chirps after a while, satisfied with his grooming. [I don't smell it anymore!] Seeing Masamune focus strangely at something else, Ritsu followed his gaze, cocking his head at the bulge.
Curious, he reaches over to pat it. To their surprise it becomes a little bigger and harder, and Masamune whimpers a little.
[D-does it hurt?!] Ritsu takes his hand off it, scared he hurt Masamune. [I'm sorry...] The latter shakes his head in a negative and Ritsu looks down at his own area before patting down there. [Why isn't it happening to me?]
Glancing over now, Masamune debated inwardly before licking up the unsuspecting younger's neck, finding himself thrilled at the involuntary whimper and shudder he received. Ritsu averted his gaze in a fluster before looking down at his pants area again. He could see that it only got a little bigger, but not as big as his companion's.
Was his body slow?
He looked at Masamune's hand, biting his lip before grabbing it and taking it to his area, moving the hand around on it. Masamune simply let him, moving his fingers as he tried to help. Was it maybe because Ritsu was younger? Compared to him, Masamune was closer to being of age.
It hit him, the reminder that they were in a library at school. Masamune glanced around hoping that no one was looking their way. To his relief, no one was around them.
Hearing someone coming in suddenly though, he quickly pulled his hand back before grabbing a confused Ritsu and making him sit properly at the edge of the table before jumping off to turn the page and act like they were reading again.
It was twenty pages into the boring book and an hour later until Ritsu and Masamune learned what was happening to their bodies.
A body and health book was what they were reading. Hahah...