Chapter 6: The Best Player
She's not that naïve to believe that this wouldn't happen eventually. Maybe that's why she spent so much time deciding what underwear to wear this day, paid special attention to her hair and the perfume around her neck, even though she's been telling herself since morning that she wouldn't allow anything to happen between the two of them tonight.
The anticipation builds as Satoru closes the door behind him and the two of them are left alone in the guest room he has invited her to. Her body completely frozen, Kasumi waits for Gojou's next move as she listens to the violent pounding of her heart shaking in her chest. He hasn't even laid a finger on her yet and already she feels her skin beginning to burn. Her face fills with modesty, every pore dilates, the blood rushes rapidly throughout her body. She has him at her back and yet she feels herself burning under his scrutiny.
A hand lands on her shoulder and Kasumi startles, but tries to stay in place until that hand reaches down and grabs her around the waist, in fact, both of Gojou's hands are holding her around the waist.
She watches him out of the corner of her eye as he rests his chin on the curve between her neck and shoulder. Envious of the tranquility he exudes, as if he's not drawing her to him.
"What do you think?" He asks her candidly and leans in to breathe in the light scent of Kasumi's perfume.
"A-ah... t-the room?" she replies, using all her strength to pretend that the touch of his nose on her neck doesn't loosen her knees.
"Mhm..." he murmurs and crosses both hands under her breasts, runs across her abdomen lightly and hugs her back. Kasumi's fingers loosen and her bag drops to the floor. By this point it's hard for her to control her breathing, especially when Satoru presses down on her and her breasts protrude over his forearms.
"I-it's nice...it's...roomy..."
Kasumi feels completely helpless in this situation. She can't see the mischievous smile he sketches next to her neck just before he plants a first kiss on her. A sigh escapes her lips and she closes her eyes, stunned by the exciting sensation.
One chaste kiss, then two, then three. Gojou's tongue delineates a stretch from her neck to her earlobe. He bites down until he feels Miwa's soft hands latch onto his forearms and loosens his embrace.
Satisfied, he turns her over and observes her face so terribly flushed that he comes to feel sorry for her. And then he wonders if he should feel ashamed that this excites him so much. He takes her heated face between both hands and laughs as Kasumi's mouth tightens into a chagrined expression. Her big blue eyes intent on him.
"You feeling intimidated?"
The blue eyes stray to a doorway between open, from which a mirror is visible. Kasumi parts her lips and mumbles.
"I-I should go change. I-I brought my pajamas."
"Sure," Satoru replies and gently releases her boiling face. "I should do the same."
Kasumi nods, stands in front of him for a few seconds, as if petrified, and then seems to remember that she dropped her bag. She bends down after squealing and takes it in her hands to rush off to the bathroom she just saw.
Satoru follows her with his eyes until he hears the door close and smiles again. In fact, he smiles all the way to his room and as he dresses in his pajamas. He brushes his teeth, looks in the mirror and washes his face before putting on some cologne. Just enough to smell nice but not so much that she notices he just put it on.
If he were honest with himself he would realize that he couldn't be more excited. That he can't wait to cross Kasumi's invisible barriers and get to the other side of the finish line. The anticipation is sensational, there is nothing better than victory for Satoru. Adrenaline accompanies him every step of the way until he once again stands in front of the guest room door and for some reason finding it ajar feels like an invitation.
The squeak of the door hinges gives away his step and lets a beam of light into the room that reveals a small lump inside the bed. Satoru paces slowly as he watches her, waiting for her to turn around, but she doesn't. And he finds it impossible that she fell asleep so quickly, no matter how early she woke up.
He slips under the covers and feels Kasumi's small body shudder, yet she doesn't protest, says absolutely nothing and simply waits as Gojou wraps his arms around her and drags her until her back hits his abdomen.
"Can I stay?" he asks in her ear and the sensation of Gojou's warm breath sticking to her skin leaves her speechless.
"I-I don't know... It's your house..."
Satoru furrows his eyebrows, completely unsatisfied with Kasumi's answer. He props himself up on one elbow and turns her over, leaving her sprawled out on the bed.
"It's your house? Are you serious?"
"W-well, I don't know, you can stay if you want to..."
She's completely flushed, from her cheeks to her neck and probably lower down too, where the fabric of her nightgown doesn't let him see. But this doesn't sound like an invitation at all and Satoru feels like a intruder in his own home for the first time in his life. He's speechless for a moment and all the security he had been dragging around starts to crumble and as a last resort, he kisses her.
Kasumi's sweet lips part for him and he receives him with the same intensity. But this is not enough for him, he badly needs an invitation and he thinks he will get it if he kisses her until her heart leaps out of her chest.
Satoru's free hand cradles Miwa's face and caresses her with his thumb as he sinks the rest of his digits into her neck and takes a deep breath after each kiss. Until Kasumi's tongue seeks him with hunger and need and joins his, embracing between sighs.
The excited moans coming from her throat begin to take effect on Satoru. The heat is so rushing, so effective that he can't control his anxiety and he lowers the hand that was caressing her face and brings it to one of her breasts and squeezes it before caressing it, at the same time biting Kasumi's lips and watching her intently, eyes half-open.
The first moan, soft and embarrassed, leaves him completely hard. His cock presses under his pants and he's dying to give it more room. His body throbs in all directions, he feels the blood coursing through his whole body and concentrating in his crotch. He lets go of Kasumi's soft chest to undo the small buttons of her nightgown and stops when she takes his face and kisses him again, more eagerly than before, sticking completely to his body, pressing herself to him so urgently that Satoru can perfectly feel Kasumi's tits against his chest. Surely she must be feeling almost completely the huge erection he has hidden under his pants.
He lowers the hand that was intended to undress her and presses his fingers against her ass, barely covered by the fabric of her pajamas. He drags his hand, taking the fabric with him all along the curve of Kasumi's ass until it's completely uncovered and nimbly slides his touch under her underwear, grinding her round, soft ass against his pelvis at a pace that begins to stun him.
To his surprise, Kasumi spreads her legs apart and brings one up over his. Satoru slides his fingers down the thighs of the girl who seems to have surrendered completely and caresses her up to her ass, over and over again as he kisses her hungrily and desperately.
Suddenly he pushes her away and quickly settles between her legs, unable to let go of her lips; Kasumi has caught him in an embrace by the neck.
"You want me to stay here, yes or no?" he asks, pushing his hidden erection against Kasumi's damp underwear.
Their cheeks burn, both of them, but Kasumi seems much more consumed with embarrassment than he is. Satoru deduces this by the way she lowers her gaze and looks into his eyes fleetingly, as if she doesn't want him to look into her eyes.
"Yes..." she pulls from hers lips, which begin to tingle from the sensation of his kisses.
He doesn't need more to taste her mouth again and he hears her moan beneath him as he pushes on her hips. He hasn't even gotten it in and Kasumi is already moaning like they're fucking, leading him to wonder how she'll moan when they actually does.
"I really like you, Satoru-kun..." she says in his ear as he begins to kiss her neck with the intention of tracing a subtle path to her breasts.
The statement leaves him confused for a moment, but it doesn't take him long to snap out of his disdain and lift his chin to look directly into her embarrassed face.
"I like you too, Kasumi-chan," he replies quickly to continue kissing her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume.
Kasumi's hands tangle in the pale fibers of his hair as he travels slowly, yet eagerly to her collarbone, slides the tip of his nose over her neck and with one hand unbuttons the nightgown of the girl waiting and shivering beneath his body.
He undresses her slowly and kisses every bit of skin that is uncovered as the nightgown falls down. He envelops one of her nipples with his teeth and bites it gently making her moan his name, bathes it in his saliva with the tip of his tongue as he pinches the other and then continues unbuttoning until he leaves her uncovered under the sheets.
She takes his face with both hands again and directs him towards her mouth to kiss him again and he settles between her spread legs, presses one of her breasts with one hand and with the other he moves towards her sex. He slides his fingers slowly under the fabric, over her pubis and sighs as he feels her wetness with his fingertips.
Kasumi moans so sweetly when he touches her that he simply can't stop, he slips his fingers between her lower lips and soaks his index finger, he explores her and slips it inside her watching closely the curve of her eyebrows, feeling her sighs permeating over her cheeks.
"Do you have... condoms?" she asks and Satoru quickly reaches an arm out to the drawer next to the bed, but it is empty. He drags his fingers through every corner and finds absolutely nothing, then remembers that they are not in his room.
"Give me a minute," she asks with a smile and gets out of bed to rush out the door to his room, but discovers to his horror that there are no condoms left on his nightstand.
Beginning to feel desperate and with an erection squeezing his pants, Satoru rummages through the rest of his drawers, looks under the bed and wanders in all directions inside his bedroom to no avail.
He ends up shaking his hair with both hands, wondering where the fuck he could find a condom in that house. His father's bedroom is locked, as is his office. The nearest pharmacy must be closed and he sadly discovers that he won't be able to fulfill Kasumi's one request.
He fears returning empty-handed, overconfident that he was ready for this moment. He retraces his steps and tries to look confident when he finds her sitting on the bed checking her cell phone, naked, covered with the sheets of her bed.
"No..." he says in a whisper, crawling back into bed. "They should be there but... No, I don't have... shit... We could try anyway, nothing will happen, don't worry, I can get it out before..." he says quickly, getting closer to her under the sheets, but every word that comes out of his mouth to convince her, makes her move further and further away from him. "Relax, Kasumi-chan, nothing bad will happen..."
"You don't have any condoms? No, we can't... I don't want to do it like this," she answers, starting to button her nightgown.
Alarmed by her refusal, Gojou rushes between her and the buttons and places a hand on hers.
"C'mon... it's no big deal."
"What's not a big deal? Don't you know how serious what you're suggesting is? I only need one sperm to get pregnant and I'm only 16. Do you want to be a father? We're too young, Satoru... use your head."
He blinks a couple of times after hearing her, this being the first time Kasumi has used such an authoritative tone with him.
"Well, then I'll go to sleep in my room," he answers, slightly irritated.
"Y-you're leaving?" Her voice quivers again as he gets out of bed, walking towards the door.
"Yeah, I don't like to sleep in company. Good night, Kasumi-chan," he says, smiling before closing the door behind him.
It's hard to keep his dignity when his erection still aches between his legs, walking down the darkened corridor to his room. He doesn't know what bothers him more, that Kasumi treated him like an idiot or not having bought condoms. If he had, they would never have had that little argument.
When he gets to his room he opens a window and lays down on the mattress, hoping the icy night breeze will help ease the heat that still burns his every pore. He was so close he could almost taste it, yet his ego feels so bruised by Kasumi's rejection that he has no chance of accepting that she is right. Who could have imagined that an ego as big as his could be so delicate.
In the morning he gets up early and approaching the kitchen finds a note next to a sandwich, arranged in the middle of the table especially for him.
"I had to go home early.
Kasumi-chan."
Still irritated, Gojou tosses the small note into the trash can and takes a bite of the sandwich while looking for something to drink in the fridge. He chews trying not to pay so much attention to his frustration, if he knew how to deal with it it would be easier. But it's just that he's never been rebuffed in such a firm tone.
The only good thing about this day is that he has a game in the afternoon and won't have time to remind himself of what happened.
A high-calorie breakfast, a quick shower and a walk to the school gym where he finds Suguru's ever-smiling face. Satoru puts his feet on the court hours before the match for which he hasn't prepared much.
"You look tired, did you sleep well?" Suguru asks with genuine curiosity.
"Sure... Maybe I just need to eat something sweet."
"Come, I'll buy you a soda," offers his friend and accompanies him to the school vending machines.
His tired gait is evident to Suguru, he's too tired and walks more hunched than usual, so he takes out his wallet and slips a bill into the vending machine even though he knows Satoru doesn't need charity. He chooses his favorite flavor of soda and enters the code, but as he is about to extend the orange can, he realizes that he is not paying any attention at all, but rather is looking in the opposite direction, towards the drinking fountains.
Getou looks up and almost immediately recognizes Kokichi Muta's hairstyle, though he must have guessed it from the hostility in Satoru's gaze.
"Yo! Muta-kun!" He greets him and immediately Gojou turns to him, whispering "what the fuck are you doing?"
Kokichi turns around, but doesn't smile at the sight of them, he has the same unpleasant expression as Satoru. He shoves both hands in his pockets and walks slightly annoyed towards them.
"Did you come to watch the game?" Suguru asks and sees the corners of Kokichi's lips turn up into a cynical half-smile.
"Not at all..." he mumbles and takes his cell phone out of his pocket, checks a message, smiles and raises his chin again. "Some members of the club decided at the last minute to get together to finish the project."
Satoru wonders if this might be the reason Kasumi left so early in the morning, to spend the afternoon with that stupid project and this cynical boy. Unable to control his expression of smelling a toilet, he takes the soda from Suguru's hands and turns away.
"Have fun Kokichi-kun."
"If you have time, come by and watch the game," Suguru invites him before accompanying his friend back to the court. "This already feels more personal... what's your problem with Muta?"
"He's so ugly... do you think Kasumi-chan likes them that rough?"
Suguru laughs as he finds it funny how Satoru can be so obvious and not notice. He extends a smile and pats his back.
"Why don't you ask her? If you're really that upset and have decent intentions with Miwa-chan then I have your back."
"Decent intentions?"
"Sure, she seems like a... regular girl. You know, she must want the same as everyone else. To have a boyfriend, dates, chocolates, letters, that sort of thing."
"Ugh..." Satoru lets go, feeling a shiver run down his spine. "I... I don't know if Kasumi-chan is the type."
"What makes you think that?"
"Nothing in particular..." he mumbles, regaining his composure. "It's just a theory."
She looks out the window on the second floor, in the room they occupy in the afternoons for the science club. She sees the boys from other schools arriving and chatting animatedly as they walk to the gymnasium where the next local championship game will be played.
Kasumi rests her face on one hand and wonders how Satoru will do in his next match. That morning he didn't even send her a message and can't help but think that she should have been a little less abrupt with him the night before. Had her words been softer perhaps he wouldn't have been as reluctant to share a bed for the rest of the night as she would have liked.
She barely slept a wink the whole night, firstly because of the suffocating heat Gojou left on every inch of her skin, secondly because she was not very happy with the way they said goodbye.
She got up early and somewhat embarrassedly rummaged around in the kitchen, suddenly fearing that someone was going to show up. She drank some tea and made herself a sandwich, which she couldn't eat a single bite of.
The message she received at that moment became the most convincing excuse for leaving. The truth was that she didn't feel very welcome anymore.
Maybe she should have woken him up to say goodbye to him, though she dreaded seeing him and realizing he was still upset with her.
"You want to go watch the game too?" One of her classmates asked her and Kasumi startled to quickly deny and turn her attention back to the project.
"No, no, not at all," she lies and puts on her goggles to direct her gaze to the tiny weld that Kokichi will make on the robotic arm.
While the others are busy with the programming, Kasumi can only be useful to Kokichi by providing him with the necessary tools while he explains with enviable delicacy everything he is doing.
"You can go if you want," he whispers softly, "you don't have to waste your whole weekend here."
Kasumi smiles at him, but he is unable to look at that gesture for long without turning into a nervous wreck. He tries to concentrate on his work, fearing that the intense pounding of his heart will break his concentration and end up burning the board.
"I like it here," she replies, sitting next to him.
Kokichi smiles softly and nods, happy to know that at least today she doesn't prefer Gojou Satoru's company.
After about twenty minutes, almost the entire science club team is attentive to the shouts coming from the other side of the school, while their classroom is plunged into complete silence.
"So what's the score?"
"I don't know, most likely we're winning."
"We are?" laughs another. "Hey, it looks like Furuta is on the basketball team too."
The boys laugh and Kasumi hides her smile under one hand.
"Ichigo is right, we're most likely winning. Otsuma Tama's team hasn't won a game in months."
"Do you like basketball, Miwa-chan?" asks one of her teammates and for some reason she blushes.
"I-I'm only aware of it because my classmates are on the team."
A new cheer is heard in the air, echoing through the walls of the school and everyone there, except Kokichi, turns to the nearest window hoping to see something. He sighs, puts aside the soldering iron and turns wearily to the rest.
"Go watch the game, we'll finish the next..." he says.
A laugh dies in his throat, the boys didn't even wait for him to finish talking to get up and leave the room leaving him alone with Kasumi-chan.
"Wanna come with me?" She asks him, picking up the notes that have been left abandoned on the desks.
"As much as I'd enjoy watching Gojou Satoru in action," he replies cynically as he unplugs the soldering iron. "I have business to attend to."
"You're always so busy... Do you work after school?"
"Y-yes," he answers with a hint of doubt in his voice, then clears his throat and continues. "Something like that..." he says and forces a smile.
She seems ready to leave, and this is one of the few opportunities he has had to be alone with her. Kokichi parts his lips and a word dies on his tongue, but his expression has been enough to make Kasumi wait for whatever it is he wants to tell her. Miwa's smirking face forces him to bring his eyes to the ground, mentally insulting himself for not having the courage to do this without feeling his tongue getting tangled.
"M-miwa-chan," he says, swallows saliva and tries to look into her eyes, but his expression is so determined that it only succeeds in worrying her. "Would you..."
The shouts coming from the gym take him out of Kasumi's focus and he sees her turn back to the window for a moment, then she looks back to him and wearily accepts that maybe this is not the best moment.
"How about we talk later?"
"Sure, do you want to wait for me?" She looks at the watch on her wrist. "There's only ten minutes left of the game. I'll come here when it's over."
"Sure... hurry up, you'll miss the end."
"See you later!" She says to him before running off down the hallway.
Her steps are faster than she expected, she looks at her watch again and there are probably only 8 minutes left in the game. She clutches her school bag tightly and hurries down the stairs to the gymnasium, guided by the youthful screams.
She pushes open the door, trying to catch her breath, unable to see what is happening on the court as it has filled up with people much taller than her. There is no point in standing on tiptoe, but she does it again and again, side to side between the bleachers, listening to the squeaking of the soles of the players' shoes and the squeaking of the ball.
"Kasumi!" she hears to her right just before someone scores another basket and the crowd in front of her raises its arms pushing her back. Kasumi looks up and sees Shoko sitting in the stands, waving her hand in the air, inviting her to join her.
Kasumi squeezes through the crowd, apologizing and asking for permission until she makes it to the bleachers to continue pushing people until she reaches Shoko. There are so many people in this match that they both have to squeeze against each other, but Kasumi doesn't mind, since she can see the players and the board from here.
"They're winning," Kasumi comments enthusiastically, completely forgetting the previous night's fiasco.
"And Satoru is already showing off..." she comments with a slight smile diverting her attention to the lower part of the bleachers, on the other side of the court.
Kasumi's heart stops as she sees Gojo winking at a girl, sitting with a group of rowdy friends. She smiles broadly, blushing, the girls around her scream with excitement and Kasumi seems mesmerized by what she has just seen.
"He dedicated the last basket to her," Shoko continues, unaware that Kasumi is beginning to experience the first symptoms of jealousy.
Her stomach clenches and her face begins to redden. She frowns in indignation, looking at him as he strolls around the court like a rock star. Unaware that Kasumi is mentally insulting him at every step, she parts her lips in surprise when he makes a hand gesture and points at her.
"Call me? Is that what he said?" Kasumi asks with her mouth open.
"He's a buffoon, but girls like that."
"Sure, yeah, I guess they do, I mean... who wouldn't like it, right?"
"You're ruffling your skirt," he tells her and Kasumi relaxes her grip on the fabric, but soon after she replaces this gesture with another, insistently biting the nail on her thumb.
She chases him from side to side of the court, not losing him for a single second. She examines every expression in such detail that she even forgets to cheer his last basket, two minutes before the end of the game. Gojou flirting with another girl was the last thing she expected to encounter and perhaps it's the same surprise that doesn't allow her to finish believing what she's seeing, as if she could eventually find a good explanation for what he's doing. But she doesn't.
The two minutes are up and the intense whistle that marks the end of the game is overshadowed by the screams of the crowd. But between all the students jumping in the stands and the team members hugging each other, Kasumi remains with her butt glued to her seat.
It doesn't take more than a few long seconds of tireless cheering for the bleachers to begin to clear and she's still there, watching Satoru approach the girl once again to exchange phone numbers. This is the last straw.
"Let's go to the boys," says Shoko, catching their attention. "Satoru seems to be in a good mood, maybe we can get him to buy us dinner."
"I-I have something to do... Kokichi is waiting for me, he has something to tell me."
"Well, if you change your mind send me a message. Do you have my number?" Kasumi denies and she takes her cell phone to dial her number and save the new contact. "Done," she says smiling and walks down the bleachers to find the boys still in the middle of the court talking.
Kasumi heads out the door, walking slowly as the crowd makes it difficult to leave as quickly as she would like. And, even though she's on her way to the hall where Kokichi is waiting for her, she'd like to turn around and face Satoru at once.
Once in the corridor, her steps slow down and the anger begins to subside giving way to sadness. He hasn't asked her to be boyfriend and girlfriend and their encounters have been too furtive in nature for her liking. And it's not that she dislikes the nature of their relationship, in fact, she is embarrassed by how much she enjoys the way Gojou touches and kisses her. But, it becomes clear that this was not what she expected.
Once alone in a deserted corridor, she picks up her cell phone with the intention of drafting a very long text to make it clear to him that this is unacceptable and that she is not the kind of woman he seems to expect, that she is extremely disappointed in him and that this will be the first and last time she will tolerate something like this. She even begins to write it at full speed, slowing her steps.
"What you writing?" she hears over her ear and is so startled that she drops her cell phone on the floor.
Gojou looks at her curiously and bends down to pick up the cell phone from the floor, but cannot read the message, as the screen has been blocked. Kasumi sighs, relieved to be spared further humiliation.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you celebrating with the rest of the team?"
"I'll see them in a bit, we were going to take a shower first... but I thought I saw you so I came looking for you. Why didn't you come to congratulate me?"
She surveys the lonely surroundings, and although there is no one in sight she senses that at any moment someone might hear them. Suddenly Satoru opens the door of an empty classroom and takes her by the arm to pull her with him, as if he had read her mind.
"You were going back to the club?" he asks her with a lascivious expression.
Satoru's arms are satiny with fresh sweat and she watches his eyes unimpeded by a pair of dark glasses. Kasumi lifts her chin and babbles until Satoru's right hand comes to rest on her cheek and smiles at her.
"Where's my prize?" he asks, and suddenly all the irritation that had vanished in surprise resurfaces with such force that her face flushes immediately.
"You should ask that girl."
Perplexed, Gojou lets go of Kasumi's face and looks at her waiting for an explanation, but this expression of not knowing what the hell they're talking about only unnerves her even more.
"What are you talking about?"
"What you did... w-what you were doing... In front of everyone, in front of me! You can't do that, y-you can't..."
"What exactly can't I do?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.
"Flirt with other girls!"
"Oh, that... so you saw it... Well, it's a normal thing," he says, shrugging his shoulders. "After all, we're just a casual thing, Kasumi-chan. We're friends, aren't we?"
"Well... yes..."
"What we do is... something friends do, sometimes. Like Shoko and Suguru."
"Shoko and Getou are...?"
"Friends with benefits."
"W-well... I... I'm not like that, you can't pretend to be with me and flirt with other girls, and give them your phone number. It's unacceptable, it's infidelity!"
"But you and I are not boyfriend and girlfriend, Kasumi. We're friends."
Speechless, strangely embarrassed not only for the scene she has caused but also for realizing only at this moment that they are just friends, Kasumi says nothing. Her gaze lost on the ground, red with pure embarrassment, she feels Satoru's hand caress the crown of her head. He slides his fingers through her hair slowly she looks up into his warm smile.
"You're the smartest girl I know. You understand, don't you?"
"Sure..." she lies and nods, pursing her lips.
"Good girl," his palm slides up to her chin and he lifts it to face her, kissing her so fast he doesn't give Kasumi time to close her eyes. "The guys and I'll go out to eat, Shoko too. When you're done with your club come with us, my treat."
"Sure..."
Satisfied, Satoru leaves the classroom leaving her all alone and it's not until five minutes later that she resumes her route to the science room where Kokichi is waiting for her, if he's still there.
With every step she takes, the daze that Satoru's mere presence causes her leaves her and the indignation returns. Just because Shoko is capable of sustaining such a relationship doesn't mean she can do the same. Satoru should have been clearer from the beginning, and she would never have agreed to such an arrangement. Who does he think he is? Just because he has the money and the looks of a movie star doesn't mean he can do with women as he pleases.
"Idiot..." suddenly escapes from her tight lips. "He's an asshole..." she says frustrated, finding herself in front of the door to the club's lounge.
She slides the door open and finds Kokichi typing on a notebook, but he closes it as soon as she enters and seems curious about the way her brow furrows. Kasumi has her fists clenched at the sides of her body and she can't wait to retrace her steps just to go find Gojou and give him the slap he deserves. But she takes a deep breath to beat those urges and tries to calm herself down.
Kokichi stands up and walks over to her, just as she tries to sketch a smile.
"Miwa-chan..." he says, having practiced the following for fifteen or twenty minutes, "Will you go out with me?" She blinks a couple of times, keeps silent trying to understand what she has just been asked and takes a time that for him seem like forever. "You don't have to accept if you don't want to..." he says, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"I'd love to go out with you," Kasumi replies to his surprise.
Notes: Thank you for reading and for the reviews! sorry for the delay!