I hope you guys aren't bothered by the wait! Chapter three has finally arrived! Enjoy!


A small, wax candle illuminated the shop with a tiny, red flame that was bursting with colour. "Sorry about the inconvenience, everyone. Until the storm is over I'm not permitted to allow any of you to return to your dorms as it is dangerous to go out in this weather. We are unaware of when the power will return." A student worker and holder of the candle reported, creating some uneasy tensions to flourish within a few customers. Several other workers walked around the store, setting down more candles on each and every table to brighten up the room a bit.

"Is the weather really that bad?" Lemon inquired, eyes dripping of anxiety as she clung to Rumi's arm.

"No, Lemon, the weather is perfectly fine. Why don't you step outside and ignore the fact that the power just went out from it?!" the Heiress yelled, sarcasm drowning out the confidence from her tone.

"You know that's not what I meant!" Lemon retorted, instantly flinching once another loud, abrupt bolt of lightning struck, omitting flashing lights from out the windows.

"Oh? What did you mean exactly?"

"Would you two quit it?!" Makoto shouted, furrowed eyebrows clearly expressing his anger. "Yamagashi, you need to understand that the weather is indeed horrible. Koshiro-senpai, stop being yourself and everyone will be happy!"

Both girls sunk back down into their seats, one being especially displeased with Makoto loudly expressing his thoughts. Although, she decided to take it in a way of criticism for improvement towards her personality, beginning to establish that he had hidden emotions fighting their way through.

"Has Amano-san woken up yet?" Sennosuke inquired, twiddling his thumbs on the table.

"Sadly, no." Rumi replied, chair next to Ichigo's with the unconscious one's head resting upon her shoulder. Lemon was sitting on her other side, still clinging. "She's been like this since the power went out. Poor Ichigo."

"Andou, why did you even confess to her?" Satsuki questioned, brushing his hair back with the tips of his fingers.

"I-It was a spur of the moment type of thing, I never imagined she would become so overwhelmed."

"It's your own fault for getting so excited over a game." Makoto scoffed from his spot, looking away from everyone.

"It could be your fault for never choosing me!"

"You always PICK TRUTH!"

"Are you two going to continue arguing or are the rest of us going to be forced to go back out into the rain?" Johnny sighed, pushing his chair so it would lean on it's back legs, nearing the floor at a dangerous level.

"What else do you expect us to do?" Makoto responded, corresponding with the other blonde's attitude and tone. "Should we start hugging instead? Would that satisfy you?"

"Well, since you took my turn, it would indeed."

"No." Makoto absolutely refused, offending Sennosuke exceedingly.

"Maa-chan don't say that-" Sennosuke began, only to be interrupted.

"How about YOU don't say THAT?"

"What?" Satsuki joined the conversation, suddenly asking for clarification from Makoto. "Don't say what exactly?"

"Maa-chan. It's not cute, so he should stop saying it."

"But-"

"No." Makoto interrupted him again, having no patience whatsoever from all the events that had occurred. He wasn't the type to have a high tolerance rate. In fact, he had the shortest temper -and height- in the entire shop. His height issue was probably one of the reasons he was so hot-headed because people would literally look down at him. Most would think he lacked confidence and hid it by getting so angry, but they would be wrong. Definitely.

He began to casually stomp around Salon de Marie, instantly singling out a random customer. "What about this girl? Why don't you give HER a nickname?" he yelled, pointing right at her face.

"I don't know her, Maa-chan." Sennosuke answered from their table, feeling slightly concerned for the student who seemed uncomfortable by Makoto's rude actions, but it wasn't his actions that she was displaying discomfort from.

The blonde tightened his lips together and returned to the main table, advancing towards Satsuki. The boy widened his eyes and stood to make a run for it, but Makoto firmly placed his hand on his shoulder and pushed him down ever so roughly. "What about Hanabusa, hm? You know him, don't you?"

"Yes, but he's not as close to me as you are." Sennosuke admitted, standing up. "Maa-chan, you're the only childhood friend and probably the best one I could ever ask for. Aren't I allowed to express that by a simple nickname?"

Makoto felt he was wrong for once. He was aware Sennosuke felt strongly about their relationship that was still growing stronger to that day, but he was oblivious that his nickname was sourced from such a sensitive topic. Sennosuke sighed, feeling a slight pang of regret. "If you're really against it, I guess I can stop using that nickname..."

"No," he murmured, keeping his eyes on the floor. "If you want, you can keep using the name Maa-chan..."

The two childhood friends looked at each other with a brief moment of silence before running into an embrace full of care, warmth, and nostalgia. Nobody quite understood their actions, and Satsuki felt left out, but overall, the dispute over the nickname was brought to a satisfying ending.

"Haha!" Johnny laughed, holding onto the straps attached to his suspenders. "Shorty, it's your turn!"

The embrace came to a bittersweet end as Makoto realised what had happened moments before. He had obeyed Johnny without acknowledging it.

"Wait, I never got to take my turn." Sennosuke reminded, taking his seat.

"Go ahead, the floor is yours," Makoto said with the corner of his lips turned upwards.

Sennosuke grinned, choosing the next victim of the dramatic game. "Hmm, I choose...Koshiro-sempai!"

Miya jolted awake from her name being called. She had fallen asleep from the game she thought was boring. "Ah! Someone had finally chosen the great empress, Koshiro Miya!" she yelled, getting up from her seat only to fall back down because her legs hadn't fully awaken.

"Ugh, Andou, choose someone else! How have you not already regret your decision?" Makoto whined, slamming his fists onto the table.

Satsuki, unable to remain silent, attempted to calm the raging blonde. "Kashino, you shouldn't speak cruelly. Your face becomes twisted when you do, so keep quiet and stay pretty."

"Wha-"

"Calm down, Maa-chan. I chose her because she hasn't been asked yet and I know how it feels. Give her a chance."

"Last time we gave her a chance, she destroyed our chances of fulfilling our dreams!" he hollered.

"Oh, Makoto-kun!" Miya screeched, clasping her hands together with a smile. "You're not worried of me ruining this game, are you?"

"Well, no because ruining this game isn't an issue anymore! It's already ruined!"

"Then there shouldn't be a problem with me participating, correct?"

Makoto froze up. He had been proven wrong twice in one day. He launched himself upwards, storming towards the door. He swung it open, allowing harsh winds and cold rain to enter the shop, blowing out several candles near the entrance. He impulsively stepped out the door, but then he remembered he's too smart to recklessly run outside.

"HEY!" Mutoh, Salon de Marie's manager, yelled as he burst through the kitchen doors. "CLOSE THE ENTRANCE IMMEDIATELY!"

Makoto reluctantly followed instructions, watching as some workers lit up the store once again with some matches.

Sennosuke took the attention off the unwanted commotion by continuing another. "Koshiro-sempai, truth or dare?"


I ended it at a bad spot. Oops. I couldn't really think of a good truth/dare for Miya, so I decided to give you guys the chance of choosing it! I want every review to have a suggestion! Remember, this could change the whole outcome of the story, so choose wisely! (╯ಠ◡ಠ )╯

Oh and, by the way I purposely ended the last chapter without specifying who confessed to Ichigo to confuse you! It was supposed to unknown until this update, so, now you know!