Everything was quiet. Inside his house; inside his head.
Gakuto lay in his bed, the blankets pulled up and over his head. He didn't get up when his alarm went off in the morning, as he hadn't the day before, or would again.
He'd spent most of the previous day face down in his pillow, and was planning on spending today in the same way. He had gotten up for the necessities of life, the bathroom, water, and to gather some tennis magazines, but otherwise he had taken up residence in his bed with no intention of leaving it. Let alone ever returning to Hyoutei.
His mobile lay on the floor, battery run down, the answering machine in the kitchen blinking, but none of them were Yuushi. The fact that he hadn't called was partly upsetting and partly relieving. If Yuushi were to yell, he doubted he could withstand it.
He wanted to explain, but how could he explain something that he didn't understand?
Gakuto sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. He refused to shed another tear.
There was a knock on the front door.
He ignored it. His mother wasn't due home for another three days.
They knocked a little louder. Gakuto groaned and pulled the pillow overtop his head.
He heard the key slide into the lock and the front door open. 'Gakuto?'
It was Yuki.
'Get up,' she said, pulling the sheet back from his head.
'No,' he replied, voice muffled by the pillow.
The sheet was ripped from his body, leaving him lying on the mattress in his boxers. 'I said, get up,' she repeated.
Gakuto rolled onto his side. Yuki was standing at the side of his bed, sheet in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. 'You stink, go shower. I'm making crepes.'
With that she turned, her chequered school skirt flaring out from her legs. With a groan he sat up in bed. He loved crepes.
Turning on the faucet he let the water warm up before stepping under the spray. Grabbing the soap from the shower rack he quickly built up a lather with the face cloth. Ignoring the bruises and scrapes he roughly rubbed down his arms and shoulders before starting with his feet and working up his legs wincing as he scrubbed a little too vigorously over his abraded knee. As he ran the cloth over his chest he absently reached down with his left hand to give his cock a few encouraging strokes.
He shifted his weight into a more relaxed position, trying to coax some interest from his flaccid flesh. He tried to think about some of the girls at school, or how Yuki's skirt had brushed teasingly along her thighs as she'd walked away. Finally he felt some response, a small twitch of interest. Clinging to the thought he firmed up his grip.
He struggled to keep the incident with Hidaka from his mind. The confusing sensation of pleasure and humiliation, then Yuushi's face… he felt his erection flag. 'Shit,' he whispered, falling forward to rest his head against the shower wall. His fist connected with the tiles in frustration, but it only served to give him a slightly sore hand.
Gakuto twisted the faucet off and exited the shower, yanking the towel from the rack. Ignoring his half interested dick he dried himself off and pulled on a worn shirt and jogging pants. By the time he walked into the kitchen his erection was long gone, uncertain if it ever intended to return.
'Strawberry Jam?' Yuki asked.
Gakuto shook his head as he leaned against the counter. 'Peanut butter and condensed milk.'
Yuki grimaced, but grabbed the peanut butter from the cupboard. 'You're very strange,' she commented.
He flipped through an abandoned tennis magazine as Yuki finished off his crepe and slid the pate across the counter towards him.
When she leant over the counter her skirt rose slightly. She rested her right foot, tucking it over the back of her left: her left sock slipped further down her leg. She tilted her head, ducking down to catch his gaze.
'Hello, are you in there Mukahi-kun?' she waved a hand in front of his face.
He nodded.
'So what happened?' Yuki opened the fridge and helped herself to a soda. 'You and Oshitari on the outs?' she asked passing him a cola with an expectant look.
'What?' he questioned.
'Open it for me... nails...' she flashed him her new set of claws.
Gakuto shook his head and popped the tab for her. 'Why do you come here, Yuki?'
She shrugged. 'I come here almost everyday, why ask now?'
He shrugged. 'Now was the first time it mattered.'
Yuki nodded slowly taking a sip of her cola. Placing the can down on the countertop she came around to stand beside him. Gakuto pulled his magazine a little further away and turned his upper body away from her. He felt her legs brush against the back of his knees first, before her chest pressed along his back and she wrapped her arms about him. Gakuto leant back a little into her warmth. Her soft rounded arms enclosed him in an embrace he could easily break. He could feel the swell of her small breasts against his back, the brush of her hair across his shoulder.
Her fingers gently smoothed across his forehead and through his chin length hair in a comforting manner. He slowly turned into her embrace and pressed his face into her shoulder. She gently swayed left to right as he sank into the rhythm and the tension of the day was sloughed away.
His body tensed when her fingers brushed along the waistline of his pants. Her hands retreated back up to his shoulders and he relaxed back into the motion. Gakuto lifted his head from her shoulder and stared at her lips. Slowly he leaned forward to press his lips to hers.
Her lips were soft, and wet, sweet like the crepes. He deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth, feeling her lips move wetly against his. Gakuto pulled away. Pressed this close to her, he couldn't hide his body's disinterestedness.
Gakuto awkwardly slipped from her hug, his faced flushed in embarrassment. Yuki squeezed his hand with a smile and then pulled a chocolate bar from her school bag. 'It explains a lot, really,' she commented mildly, handing over the chocolate.
For a while they talked about normal things; it was a full ten minutes before they got into a fight.
Yuki stood at the door, school bag slung over one shoulder, and paused. 'He called me, you know. Oshitari. He wanted to come himself, but…' She shrugged with a small smile, 'see you.'