"OI! HANAMICHI!!!!!"
"Eh?"
Noma swatted the redhead lightly. Sakuragi had been staring wistfully at the window of the ramen house. He barely touched his food.
"What's gotten into you?"
"Betsuni." (Nothing) Sakuragi replied not even the least perturbed with his friend's puzzlement.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Noma looked at the window glass and saw nothing except for a few cars that careened at the street. There was nothing amusing to watch.
"Have you ever had a dream that felt so real?" Sakuragi's eyes were dazed but thoughtful.
"Eh?!"
"You know, the type that you wished it were real and you wished you never woke up. The type you really felt it? That you could actually touch it?"
"Yeah, sure." Noma nodded.
"REALLY? REALLY?" Sakuragi looked at him closely.
"Yeah, I had a dream once that I won at the pachinko and then I .."
"Yarou!" Sakuragi bapped him on the head. "That's not what I meant!"
"What kind of dream are you talking about then?"
Sakuragi looked away. He scratched his head and gave a nervous chuckle.
"Ahaahahahahaah!!!!! HANAMICHI HAD A WET DREAM!!!!" Noma announced and pointed at him. The other ramen customers suddenly looked at Sakuragi who turned bright red.
Before he knew it, Noma found his head vised in between Sakuragi's powerful right arm with his left fist positioned to his face.
"Say that again and I'm gonna have to rearrange this stupid face of yours."
"But you blushed!" Noma croaked.
"Because you're such an idiot. What the hell were you thinking?" Sakuragi replied grimly.
"That's because you're in denial."
Sakuragi dropped him and cursed under his breath and quickly dragged him out of the ramen house.
Noma massaged his neck but could not stop chuckling at Sakuragi's reaction.
"I know I'm right."
"The hell you are!"
"Hey, man. That's normal for guys our age." Noma tapped his shoulder.
"I DID NOT HAVE A WET DREAM, YOU MORON!" Sakuragi yelled, thoroughly exasperated at Noma's conclusion.
"It's okay, I understand."
"BUT I DID NOT HAVE.."
"Hai. Hai. Don't worry, I'll keep this conversation private if that's what you're so worried about." Noma nodded his head.
"BUT."
"Look, we're men. At this age, our hormones are in a riot. I read something about this in some book." Noma continued.
"Noma..."
"Yes?" Noma smiled.
"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to kill you." Sakuragi turned beet red.
"Okay. I read that in the book too."
"Eh?"
Noma swatted the redhead lightly. Sakuragi had been staring wistfully at the window of the ramen house. He barely touched his food.
"What's gotten into you?"
"Betsuni." (Nothing) Sakuragi replied not even the least perturbed with his friend's puzzlement.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Noma looked at the window glass and saw nothing except for a few cars that careened at the street. There was nothing amusing to watch.
"Have you ever had a dream that felt so real?" Sakuragi's eyes were dazed but thoughtful.
"Eh?!"
"You know, the type that you wished it were real and you wished you never woke up. The type you really felt it? That you could actually touch it?"
"Yeah, sure." Noma nodded.
"REALLY? REALLY?" Sakuragi looked at him closely.
"Yeah, I had a dream once that I won at the pachinko and then I .."
"Yarou!" Sakuragi bapped him on the head. "That's not what I meant!"
"What kind of dream are you talking about then?"
Sakuragi looked away. He scratched his head and gave a nervous chuckle.
"Ahaahahahahaah!!!!! HANAMICHI HAD A WET DREAM!!!!" Noma announced and pointed at him. The other ramen customers suddenly looked at Sakuragi who turned bright red.
Before he knew it, Noma found his head vised in between Sakuragi's powerful right arm with his left fist positioned to his face.
"Say that again and I'm gonna have to rearrange this stupid face of yours."
"But you blushed!" Noma croaked.
"Because you're such an idiot. What the hell were you thinking?" Sakuragi replied grimly.
"That's because you're in denial."
Sakuragi dropped him and cursed under his breath and quickly dragged him out of the ramen house.
Noma massaged his neck but could not stop chuckling at Sakuragi's reaction.
"I know I'm right."
"The hell you are!"
"Hey, man. That's normal for guys our age." Noma tapped his shoulder.
"I DID NOT HAVE A WET DREAM, YOU MORON!" Sakuragi yelled, thoroughly exasperated at Noma's conclusion.
"It's okay, I understand."
"BUT I DID NOT HAVE.."
"Hai. Hai. Don't worry, I'll keep this conversation private if that's what you're so worried about." Noma nodded his head.
"BUT."
"Look, we're men. At this age, our hormones are in a riot. I read something about this in some book." Noma continued.
"Noma..."
"Yes?" Noma smiled.
"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to kill you." Sakuragi turned beet red.
"Okay. I read that in the book too."