Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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Hideyoshi's POV

While I was certainly amused (and, I cannot lie, aroused) by the events that transpired last night, well technically this morning, I still don't know what it was.

I was willing to believe I'd imagined the whole thing, or dreamt it. Otherwise it was hard to comprehend: the one guy seemingly indifferent to my unique appeal coming into my bed, and well, not to be overly crude, but coming into my bed can be meant two ways. If Akihisa had done the same, I wouldn't have been surprised. I may have even invited it—lately, when Akihisa stupidly proclaims his love for me, I feel a little flattered. Perhaps if he didn't persist in viewing me as a girl, I'd be more than flattered. But it wasn't Akihisa, it was the most unlikely of my three best friends. Well, maybe Muttsurini would be the most unlikely, since he would bleed out at the mere thought of what transpired. . .

It couldn't be a dream, though, could it? The stickiness, that could be the evidence of a naughty dream, not Yuuji's intensely naughty behavior. But I was awake when I washed up and went back to sleep. It happened. Didn't it?

Breakfast was strange. Especially sitting beside Yuuji. He seemed distracted, but nothing he said gave any indication of what had happened. Maybe it was like a perverted version of sleep-walking? Maybe he didn't even remember. It could happen. I read of a man once who strangled his wife—while asleep. When he woke up, he was horrified. I'm not sure what happened to him. Poetic justice would be if he went to prison, served his time, then was released due to good behavior, works a series of menial jobs and then remarries only to be the victim of a sleep strangulation—at the hands of his second wife!

I vaguely heard Akihisa tell Yuuji about something Kudo-san had told him. That there apparently was another camera in the girls changing room.

Hm. If there had been a camera in our room last night—this morning—what would it have shown? I wonder how it looked. . .

I replay the moment when Yuuji put his large hands on my shoulders and leaned in to kiss me. It was far more gentle than I thought it could be. He probed my mouth with his tongue, and at first I was so shocked that I couldn't even feel it. Then, the sparks of sensation—it was like every nerve ending in my mouth (and also far further south) was a little firework. Maybe a sparkler. Not the fireworks that seem to explode in your chest when they light up the sky. That came later. I wasn't able to revisit those thoughts, though.

Muttsurini cleared his throat loudly, staring at me pointedly. I was supposed to respond . . . to something. . .

"Sorry; what was it you guys were discussing just now? "

Akihisa laughs. "Where were you just now?"

About to explore Yuuji's cock. . .

"Ha. Sorry; I didn't get much sleep—" Did I say that too pointedly? I heard a sharp inhale from Yuuji. He gives Akihisa too much credit. And he assumes Muttsurini is interested in anything beyond what is underneath the girls' skirts.

"We're just discussing the blackmailer."

Akihisa frowns. "I wonder if Kudo's the culprit after all?"

Since I'd been checked out this whole time, I decided to check back in and play Devil's advocate.

"Well, that's not necessarily the case. It's hard to think that the culprit would say things to cast suspicion on herself."

Ha! And that, my friends, is the exact reason why I said that Yuuji had been in my bed last night (or this morning, technically.) Why would I say something so, so suggestive(and potentially lethal)? Why would anyone say something to implicate themselves? Well, no sane person would! So isn't saying something outrageous has happened a way of saying that it hasn't happened?

Hm. No wonder I'm in Class F. I'm confusing myself now.

Fast forward.

Yuuji and I are alone at the table. Muttsurini has retreated to a dark corner, hunched over, whispering to Sugawa-kun. Akihisa has been accosted by Shimda-san and Himeji-san. Both girls are furious. It's best to stay out of that mess.

"Do you have a death wish?" he growled.

Best to play dumb. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. You know. Why did you say I'd crawled into your bed?"

"You did. . . "

He fell silent.

"I did. But that damn idiot Akihisa and Muttsurini are the last people I'd want knowing that." He faces me now, eyes burning. Wow. Yuuji is an intense guy. But I'd never realized how chiseled, how striking his features were. Perfect foil, really, to my extremely feminine features.

"I'm sorry. I thought if I said what had happened, it would seem more preposterous. And then there would be no suspicion whatsoever."

"Well that is ridiculous." He seems to be glaring at me. Usually Yuuji's gaze is quite friendly or calculating. "But it's okay since Akihisa is too stupid to realize anything and Muttsurini is otherwise occupied. I want to tell you something." Still glaring.

"There's a storage area located south of the girl's bath. It's going to be deserted early afternoon." Was he suggesting . . . ?

I narrowed my eyes. "I understand."

He nods slightly. "Good. 1:30pm."

What will happen at 1:30pm? And will it involved a jealous girlfriend? Or a (possibly) jealous twin sister?

Find out (soon!)