HaruGou: Drabbles
By Confused Panda Bear
Thirty-Six
"When Three's a Crowd"
It was a completely random and fleeting inquiry.
"Haru, would you ever consider having a threesome?"
The worst part was, she said it whilst flicking through the latest issue of 'Monthly Muscle Magazine.'
"Sorry–" Haru cleared his throat, "–what?"
"You know," his girlfriend went to elaborate, with a casualness that told him she was being completely serious. "To spice things up a bit."
It was difficult to control the sourness in his tone.
"I didn't know I was boring you, Kou."
Her musical laughter was intended to reassure him, but instead it made him feel all the more uneasy.
"Of course you're not! I was just speculating…"
Her words trailed off as she became engrossed in a poster pull out of a half-naked guy lifting weights.
Hoping she had dropped the redundant subject, Haru went back to sketching.
"…I was thinking one of the guys from the team."
The pencil snapped in his hand.
"Probably not Nagisa-kun, because he wouldn't take it seriously," Gou mused out loud. "But Rei-kun is a possibility…"
Ignoring Haru practically stewing in his seat, the redhead giggled to herself, moving a hand in front of her mouth to screen a devilish smile.
"…he'll probably want stretch first, to make sure he doesn't hurt himself!" she laughed. "Maybe he'll read up on the all theory before we start–"
"–Kou, can you stop thinking about having sex with my friends?" Haru interrupted her bluntly.
The fluctuations in the volume of his voice, coupled with his reddened face hinted transparently to his discomfort with the topic.
But Gou continued – consciously, or unconsciously, he couldn't really tell – to overlook the warning, daggering glares he sent her way.
"How about Makoto-senpai, then?" the girl suggested, apparently without shame.
His breathing caught.
"You guys share everything anyways," she reasoned lightly. "Lunch, snacks, ice cream…and you must think that his back muscles are absolutely–"
With an almost sinister covertness, the magazine was taken from her hands, and the couch sunk with the extra weight of Haru moving himself on top of her.
She risked a peek up at him, and was met with eyes that bore into her with blatantly possessive scrutiny.
"–I don't want to share you."
Haru lowered his lips onto her neck, his hot mouth and grazing teeth deliberately leaving red marks across her porcelain skin.
Her own twitched at the corners, seemingly pleased with the response she had managed to evoke from him.
"I was only joking, you know."
"You have a dangerous sense of humor," Haru murmured.
Gou hummed contentedly, her roving fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt.
"Are you threatening me, Haruka-senpai?"
"Maybe."