"...and he's just so cute! Megumi-chan's so lucky for spending so much time with him," Sakura gushed. Yahiro's head snapped to her as he finally tuned in to the senseless babble she had been spouting for the past few hours.
"He?" he dumbly repeated. Sakura blinked, as her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Yahiro, you have been listening to what I've been saying, right?" her voice was starting to boil, and Yahiro gulped. He knew the consequences of saying 'no' to that question.
"Of course I was!" he said with an arrogant confidence he didn't feel. Sakura smirked in her mind, trying to force down a sly smile, as she took on the look of an honest friend.
"So, like I was saying, he's so cute... even cuter than Jun-kun!"
Yahiro blinked. "Wha-?"
"Well, maybe not," Sakura relented. "But it makes me just squeal every time he kisses Megumi!"
"K- Kisses?" Yahiro glared, his harsh tone a strange contrast to the sweet word.
"Oh, they're just on the cheek," Sakura waved a hand. "Don't be so possessive, Yahiro, Megumi wouldn't cheat on you."
"That... you..." he managed to bite out, but Sakura continued.
Serve you right, jerk, not listening to me and my gossip.
"But not just cute, he's got amazing powers of persuasion."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah!" she responded cheerfully. "How else does he keep getting in the bath with Megumi?"
"What?!"
"Yamamoto Megumi!"
Megumi blinked as, without warning, her very upset boyfriend stomped into the SA greenhouse that Monday, dark circles under his eyes.
"Yahiro...?" she managed before he grabbed her hand and began to drag her out. Someone, unfortunately, was standing in their path.
"Wait, Yahiro, what are you-?"
"OUT OF MY WAY!" Yahiro roared before flinging Tadashi out of the greenhouse. Up and through the roof.
"Whyyyyyy?" he wailed as the couple continued out, leaving behind a dumbstruck Special A.
"Yahiro, what are we doing at the park?"
"Don't talk," he snapped, dragging her in deeper towards the forest.
"But-"
"Be quiet."
"Have you been losing sleep? You really-"
"ENOUGH!"
Before Megumi could realize it (or really understand why), Yahiro whirled around to face her, grabbed her shoulders, and swiftly pressed his lips against hers.
"Mmph?!"
He kissed her harder, his right hand supporting the back of her head as his left hand drifted down to the smooth curve of her lower back as Megumi struggled, and then finally relaxed.
You. Are. Mine.
Yahiro desperately tried to convey those words as he pressed his body against hers, reveling in the shocked squeak she let out. He pressed a firm kiss against the corner of her swollen, pink lips, before nuzzling the bridge of his nose against the smooth line of her neck.
"W- Wait, Yahiro, what are you doing?"
"Shh," he whispered, clutching her small body to his own. "No one will see."
"We're in the park!" Megumi protested, and with the last of her strength (which was saying a lot, because her knees were already feeling like jelly), she pushed him away ever so slightly. Yahiro looked slightly hurt.
"So you do like that guy more than-?"
"Oh, Megumi-chan!"
She straightened her clothes, cheeks flushed as she emerged from behind the tree.
"H- Hello, Kimura-san!" she managed a smile, as a middle-aged woman gave her a pleasant smile.
"How rare to see you at the park!" the woman said cheerfully. "I was just taking a walk with Yuki."
"Ah, Yuki-kun!" Megumi held out her arms, as a tiny boy toddled his way towards her.
"'Gumi-nee!" he squealed as Megumi picked him up. He planted a wet kiss on her cheek, gurgling as he clapped his chubby hands.
"Well, we'll see you tomorrow for the usual babysitting time, right?"
"Yes, Kimura-san!" Megumi smiled as she put Yuki down. "See you then!"
The mom and son left, leaving behind a waving Megumi and a dumbstruck Yahiro.
"So... um... what was that about again?" Megumi turned to Yahiro, who turned a brilliant scarlet.
"Don't use your voice!" he coughed, before stomping away. Megumi shook her head.
She was dating the weirdest boy.
