A/N: Sorry that these few chapters are a bit short. ;-; It's a bit tough to think of stuff to add to the parts to make them longer at the moment. ;-;

Part 2

Misaki sat on a low wall with his skateboard across his lap and his bat sitting beside him at the ready. He was outside the university Otome attended waiting for her last class of the day to let out. As he waited, he absentmindedly spun the wheels on his skateboard and glared at anyone who dared look his way which was becoming steadily less frequent as the days passed by. He scoffed internally in annoyance. They weren't intimidated by him anymore.

"What's wrong, Misaki-kun?" Otome asked walking up to him.

"Nothing," he lied.

"Don't you dare lie to me, Misaki Yata," she scolded pinching his nose. "I can see right through you."

"Gah! Let me go!" he gasped.

She laughed and complied moving to sit beside him on the wall where she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Just tell me," she said.

With a sigh he finally gave in. "I just have to be back at headquarters for a meeting is all," he admitted.

"About…," her voice trailed off and he knew she was able to guess the subject of the meeting.

She was probably the only person outside of Homura who knew about what had happened to Totsuka the night of December 7th and he had made her swear to never talk about it to anyone. He knew that Mikoto-san and Kusanagi-san would roast him alive if they found out he had talked about it to her. But she had pried the information out of him when he began ditching her and not returning her calls or texts.. Embarrassingly, he might add. His sides still ached from where she had tickled him and his face burned slightly at the memory of her lips pressing to his neck.

She had kept her promise about not kissing him… mostly. Otome insisted that the promise only counted for kisses on the mouth so she got around things by only kissing him on the cheek or other places when he least expected it. She also told him that just because he gave him kisses didn't mean she considered them a couple. Just really good friends.

With a sigh, she leapt down from the wall and brushed off the back of her jeans. "So where do you wanna go before you have to leave me?" she asked.

He shrugged and followed suit not really caring where they went as long as he was out of that bar for a few hours. The atmosphere had become too depressing as of late.

"Well, we can get something to eat," she suggested. "You hungry?"

"Not really," he replied.

"Then let's go to the arcade. You need to perk up," she told him as she reached up to peck him on the cheek and wrap her arms around his neck in a hug.

Just a friend. Just a friend. Just a friend, he chanted silently as he wrapped one of his hands around her waist for a moment.

"Let's just go," he mumbled.