Amu's P.O.V
As soon as I shut the door, I pressed my back against the door while clutching both sides of my head. What did I just do, why did I do that? Why dd I go out of my way to kiss his finger? Perhaps the exhaustion of constantly working or being at school was getting to my head, or maybe my head couldn't wrap around how to participate in social activities normally.
"Amu, is that you?" I heard my mother call from the kitchen, I quickly fixed myself so I didn't look like I just escaped an asylum. I walked in to see her preparing a late dinner, she greeted me with a smile on her face.
"Were you at work?" She asked.
"No, with friends." I corrected her while getting a water bottle.
"Plural? So more people than just Nagi." I could hear her teasing tone and rolled my eyes.
"I have other friends." I scoffed, knowing I was lying through my teeth. Even with a long history in dance, the only person I connected with was Nagi. I constantly hid behind him in friend groups and only spoke to him, clinging to his arm as if he was my older brother. I grinned at the memories, despite how isolated I was, Nagi always made it better.
"Really, name two others besides Nagi." She requested.
"Rima and Ikuto." Those were the first two that popped into my head, since I've had the most interactions with.
"Ikuto, that name is so familiar." My mother stopped cutting whatever vegetables she was working at while I twisted open the cap, taking a sip to satisfy my thirst. "Didn't you have a crush on him at some point?" And I spat that water out.
"N-No!" I tried to deny it, but my smart mother began to put the pieces together.
"Tsukiyomi Ikuto? Nagi's best guy friend? I remember how much you used to talk about him, I always told you to just go up the street and talk to him since he lives nearby." I let my forehead fall on the island, the cold counter cooling down the red hot that was growing on my face.
"Well, we're just friends now. No more crushes, and I'm definitely not telling you anything anymore since you just remember everything." I pointed an accusing finger at her and she just giggled. I was very open with my mother, despite some complications in the past but those were beyond settled. I kissed her cheek, going up the stairs and into my room. It was nice to have this night off, being out and working myself to the bone was draining. It would be better if I didn't have the stress of knowing that I was doing something morally and legally incorrect. I fell onto my bed, and I couldn't tell if it was out of defeat or relief. I knew it would all be worth it towards the end, it's just the getting there that might kill me.
"You like my friends, you have more friends than just me." Nagihiko was almost jumping for joy at the new events unfolding. For some strange reason, he was so concerned about me being too lonely with just him as a friend.
"And you get on me for being childish sometimes, you're acting like the toddler." I scolded him as we walked through the halls, but I couldn't help but laugh at his cheerfulness.
"I am thrilled, well past that in fact." He simpered, I stopped walking for a second and let a heavy breath out.
"You're not still worried because of what happened, are you?" The mood of the situation went from light to heavy in the matter of a question.
"I'm always worried, I just want you to know that you have multiple people supporting you." Nagi grabbed both of my shoulders, attempting to be comforting but the notion behind it was nearly suffocating.
"I have you, I have my parents, I have-" I had to cut myself off, since Nagi didn't know that Tadao and I still maintained a close relationship. "The point is, I have more than enough already. I've always been antisocial, don't look so much into it."
"I know, but that was back when we were kids. As a teenager, I expected you to have more of a desire to converse with your peers and yet, you never did." His eyes showed ones of guilt, which I did not understand at all.
"What are you two doing?" Rima spoke as she and Ikuto approached us. My best friend still held my shoulders, not pulling away until he gave me one last reassuring squeeze.
"Nothing, let me walk you to class." The gentleman offered, Rima completely forgot our interaction and join her boyfriend, despite not having the official title yet.
"Are you alright?" Ikuto asked.
"Yeah, he just gets in his head that I need help." I let out a somewhat annoyed breath.
"Help with what?" For a moment, I had completely forgotten who I was talking to. I looked up at the devilish eyes of the male, my eyes flicking to the lips I've felt once before and going back up.
Ikuto's P.O.V
The pink-haired enigma looked at me, her eyes becoming larger as if she had realized she was talking to me. I noticed those pupils surrounded by honeycombs find my lips and then my eyes again, causing a smirk to grow across them. Was my little dancer thinking of kissing me, or was she remembering our meeting in the private room?
"Nothing, it's irrelevant." She mumbled, still seeming distracted. "You know about Tadao? How well?"
"Well enough to know they don't get along, also to know that a part of Nagi misses him." I also wanted to mention how I felt there was something more to their fights than their differences, but I kept that part to myself. Amu grimaced, looking out now in the direction that the male in question walked in.
"You never know how much time you have left with the people you love, if only he just put it aside and talked to him." She gnawed on the nail of her thumb, the way her eyebrows scrunched up made her look adorable.
"You have a sibling?" I shoved my hands into my pocket while I asked this.
There was no hesitation, but instant tension in her muscles told me enough. "No, I don't," was a lie. The next question was why are you lying, but I knew I shouldn't push my luck with this girl. I already knew more than she ever wanted me to, she could tell me the truth another time.
"How about we skip today?" I offered, the only way I could find out more about her is if we spend time together. My mind was telling me to stop, that getting involved would only lead to trouble. But those eyes, lips, and that skin lured me in and made me want to be close. Knowing her schedule, she probably didn't have time to hang out after school if she is working. This was the only time, and we could do a lot in the empty slot of seven hours that school would have regularly taken.
"Skip? What a rebel you are Tsukiyomi, first going into a club illegally now playing hooky? I think you're too cool for me." She mocked me and I laughed at this.
"You didn't say no, my little dancer." Her face flushed at the nickname.
"Fine, only because I don't feel listening to my math teacher drone on about logarithms."
"And I thought it was because you genuinely wanted to spend time with me."
"If you keep living in that dream world of yours, you'll lose track of reality." She smirked up at me, putting up a persona to hide the nervousness that was evident in those gorgeous irises. In such a competitive job, I wouldn't be surprised that she would have completely mastered switching into it. Amu walked ahead of me and I quickly followed, seeing she was leading me to the student parking lot.
"Your car?" I asked.
"Of course, if I get in your car you might kidnap me."
"Now we're getting full of ourselves, why would I want to kidnap you?" I caught up to her so I could be beside her, just now noticing I was a head taller. The top of her head would be the perfect placement for my chin, I would have to keep that in mind so I can tease her about it later.
"I'm sure you can think of a couple reasons yourself." She shot me a crooked grin and I shrugged, knowing she was right. We approached a nicer car and I heard the doors unlock, indicating that it was hers. It was a two-door Mercedes Coupe, which I knew was rather expensive for a high school student. Since she lived in my neighborhood, I didn't doubt that her family had money to burn. But I guess the question was did she buy this herself with her work money or did her parents buy it?
If she bought it herself, then maybe she was just working hard because she enjoyed the finer things in life. Yet she did not seem like the type who cared about what kind of car she drove, as long as she got to her destination. I couldn't make a statement about her from the type of car she drove, I just had to hope she'd drop more hints throughout the day.
We both got into the vehicle, it roared to life and she quickly drove out of the parking lot. Rather confident behind the wheel, she made quick lane switches while going over the speed limit. I felt myself holding on for dear life, I had no idea I'd be risking my life doing this.
"Where did you learn to drive? From a Grand Theft Auto game?" There was fear ringing in my voice and she snorted at me.
"Relax, I've never been in an accident before."
"That does not excuse you from being a bad driver." I pointed out and she pouted while rolling up to a red light.
"C'mon, it's just a little adrenaline rush." She played with the gas, the car's noises growing stronger as if she was trying to intimidate me. Was this a method to scare me out of learning more about her?
"I guess I'll trust you then, strawberry." I met her eyes for a moment. There was a tint rising on her cheeks, and I knew I said something she wasn't exactly expecting. A loud honk behind us interrupted the moment, signaling that the light switched to green and we were taking too long.
Amu parked in front of a cafe, explaining that she overslept and didn't get to eat breakfast this morning. We strolled in and got directed to a table, a booth where we sat across from each other. The girl seemed rather excited to order something, humming a cheerful tune while bouncing a little in her seat. I wasn't expecting this child-like behavior from the girl I met in six-inch heels the other day.
"I will take a cup of french vanilla coffee and pancakes covered in strawberry sauce." She ordered once the waitress came by.
"Black coffee and a box of chocolate pocky." She took the menus away from us and walked away.
"Why pocky?" She raised a brow.
"Since riding in the passenger seat of your car was such a challenge, you have to participate in one of mine."
"What challenge is there with pocky?" The proposition puzzled the girl, and luckily the waitress came back early with my rather simple order.
"We both chew down on opposite side of the pocky, and whoever gets to the middle first wins." The simple rules should have been enough, but Amu still had one head tilted to the side innocently.
"Wouldn't that mean that our lips…" She trailed off, the realization growing into her cheeks and neck. "You're just trying to get me to kiss you."
"We've done it once, what's the harm in doing it again?" The waitress dropped off Amu's order and I figured now would be the best time to start. It was empty in the restaurant since it was still rather early, and our server wouldn't come by to check on us for at least another fifteen minutes. I slid out of my seat and fell beside Amu, our thighs touching now.
"Ikuto." She said in a warning tone, but I pretended not to catch it. I placed the pocky in my mouth, waiting for her to start on her end. Squirming a little, she still leaned over and started biting on her side. I followed quickly, wanting to reach her lips as soon as I could. Though, she did get the best of me since she got the middle piece first. Our lips touched, setting me on fire as I craved for more than just a taste.
Pulling away so we can both chew, I waited for a couple of moments until I heard her swallow. My fingers went for chin, catching her lips once again without the damn candy in the way. Too surprised to kiss me back, I slid my tongue against her bottom lip to wake her up. It worked, she instantly wrapped her arms around my neck to pull herself closer to my body. The girl was feisty, nibbling on my lip and massaging my tongue with her own. She had grown completely dominant, and if weren't in such a public area I could show her the punishment for that.
It was enticing, and I could feel the excitement growing in my pants, desperate for attention from the girl currently sucking on my bottom lip. It wasn't like making out with other girls, I would never get hard from just making out with someone. Yet there was something about the ball of energy latched on to me that made kissing seem a lot more enjoyable.
Needing to breath, she disconnected us and I saw her chest rising and falling dramatically. The thought of her breathing so heavily with her back arched while my hand was busy in between her legs filled my head. It was all becoming too much, if the thought of her was this good, what will the real deal be like?
"I-I won." The confident persona was washed away with bashfulness, knowing her lust overtook her as much as it did me.
"I'm glad that you did." I scratched the back of my head, she sipped her coffee quickly to find a distraction. "Was I not good enough of a breakfast?" I purred.
I heard her mumble something under her breath, but it was too low for me to hear it. I asked her to repeat it, she took a minute to think it over before coming rather close to my ear. "It'd take a lot more of you to fill me up." She said, and my eyes widened.
