Disclaimer: so bored with these
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14 Years Old
Hatsumi was growing, in more ways then one, as Ryo was well aware. It was only natural that he would notice the changes in his childhood friend in comparison with the changes occurring in his own person.
Such as where he couldn't seem to stop growing taller Hatsumi seemed to be firmly stuck at 5'2''. It did make it easier to find her in crowds but his cloths certainly resented him at this point.
Hatsumi was growing into herself and her cloths were the most predominant piece of evidence. Her cloths hugged her curves—curves that had never been there before—and it seemed the whole make population was taking notice. It made Ryoki angry and possessive, two things the chibi-Narita was so apt to point out were just symptoms of jealousy.
But Hatsumi didn't seem to notice the appreciative gazes from males, nor his protective shadow as they walked to and from school. In fact she shyed away from more revealing clothing, still unused to the changes nature was causing in her body, instead choosing to walk around in on of his ratty t-shirts and a pair of his old shorts.
Instead of alleviating his fears it only made his possession more pronounced. The clothes marked her as his. She wanted to be his. Why else would she wear his clothes?
Yet with Sube-chan had asked her if she and Ryo were dating, Hatsumi had replied no. She had said it as if the thought had never crossed her mind. It had made him anxious. And angry. Did Hatsumi not think he was good enough for her?
Ryoki was changing too. He just didn't know it yet.