title: Juru-emon
"Hey leader, would you like to take a test today?" Sena asked as she popped beside Juru, whose eyes were about to punch holes on his blank drawing pad.
She elbowed him once and he finally caught her eyes with an apologizing look.
"Sorry, what is it again?" He asked, scratching his head.
Sena repeated. "I said, would you like to take a test?"
"A test for what?" He inquired further. His eyebrows raising.
"Your limitless imagination." She replied.
That must have challenged him. If there is one thing that he likes about his powers, it is to create things out of nothing.
"Alright. Try me."
Sensing her throat becoming drier, she asked for a bottle filled with water. In a matter of seconds, Juru produced a water bottle straight from his drawing pad. It was cool and dewy when Sena received it. She was amazed that he made an excellent water just by his realistic drawing.
"Okay. Now I'm hungry. I think I want a melon bread."
Again, in a matter of seconds, Juru was able to create a melon bread. It was still hot when Sena received it on her hands.
"Sugoi! You're like Doraemon. Except you're Juruemon!" After five generous bites, the melon bread was gone.
"Anything else?" He asked, feeling proud of himself.
They watched as a group of children passed by. A bright idea suddenly crossed in Sena's mind.
"I have always wondered if you can manipulate people's actions just by drawing them."
"I have not tried that." Juru admitted, his lips pursing, "I think I cannot do that. It's unethical."
Sena seemed to agree on what he just said. But competition being in her nature made her challenge him once more.
"How about you try to control your actions then," she said while dusting off the crumbs from her lap, "It might be helpful in the future."
"Can you suggest something?"
Sena angled her body to face him, "Something like…patting my head."
"I don't need to draw that," Juru closed their distance a bit and patted Sena's head. The feel of Juru's hand was warm, "What's next?"
Sena nodded twice in satisfaction,"next, put your right hand on my right cheek."
Juru smirked and placed his right hand on Sena's right cheek.
Sena's eyes pointed his left, "Now, your left."
Without leaving his right hand, Juru placed his left hand on Sena's left cheek. At that sudden gesture, Juru regretted not having drawn a water bottle for himself.
"Are you sure about this?" Juru inquired, his voice becoming a bit shaky but still loud in a Juru-way, "What's next?"
"What is your imagination telling you, leader?" Sena blinked with a teasing smile.
Sena's a tease, he thought. He surprised her by squeezing and playing with her cheeks. He then removed his hands from her and returned to his drawing.
Sena was back on her feet when she playfully rolled her eyes, "What an imagination, leader."
And suddenly, a spark.
Sena felt her right hand pulled and her upper body bending towards Juru. She was surprised to see his eyes on fire. Sena couldn't guess if it was frustration or agitation.
Juru placed a warm hand behind her neck and pulled her towards him more.
The next thing she knew, the boy that was previously oblivious kissed her.
It was brief but strong enough to make her spineless.
"How's that for an imagination, Sena?" he asked, his usual smirk returning.