Sweet or Sour Sixteen
"This is horrible!" Risa Harada wailed into the darkness of the night. "I mean... I know it's my birthday, and I'm turning sixteen, but still! The thing I'm missing is a first kiss! And I know all the guys are like 'oh, you haven't been kissed yet? good, you'll be a sweet sixteen-year-old', but I don't want to be a sweet sixteen-year-old! I know I sound so selfish, and I know I don't NEED a boyfriend to actually succeed in life, but I just want one so badly. I mean, it's been every girl's dream ever since they were little. It's just... what does a girl have to do to be kissed before she's sixteen? I mean... without being a whore in the process?"
The distressed young woman buried her face in her hands and sniffled. "I'm so sorry. I've probably made an idiot out of myself, and made you feel uncomfortable..."
The companion whom she had been talking to let out a long sigh. Why he had sat beside her through the outburst, she didn't know, but she was at least sort of glad that someone was listening to her, and it wasn't just poor little Risa Harada talking to the nighttime crickets.
"Harada-san," Satoshi Hiwatari finally said. "When were you born? As in, what time during the day?"
Risa pouted, lifting her face and sniffing. She wiped her eyes and replied, "At 9:03 PM." She checked her watch and shook her head. "I guess I'll go spend the last hour of my non-kissed fifteen-year-old life eating chocolate and feeling stupid for dumping all of this on you..."
She was about to apologize to Satoshi again, but he stopped her... with a kiss. She just felt a strong hand curl around he back of her head, playing with her long hair, and pulling her close to his lips. Risa gasped, shocked, but could do nothing as she felt Satoshi's other arm wrap around her waist, holding her so close, she thought she would melt into his body. She shut her eyes, relaxing and letting Satoshi take control. For a split second, Risa thought that he was going to make out with her on the bench in the park. Really. Although they were only sitting side by side, she could have sworn that she felt herself falling backwards.
But, alas, his kiss softened, and he pulled away, creating a small vortex that made Risa want to lean forward and continue kissing him. She resisted, however, and opened her eyes, staring at the blue-eyed wonder. He was looking at her forehead, a small, thoughtful frown on his face.
"I apologize," Satoshi said quietly, gently rubbing her skin with his thumb. "My glasses must have made a dent." Then he stood up, inhaled deeply, and said, "Well... goodnight." AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED.
"H-hey... w-wait a second!" Risa jumped to her feet and followed Satoshi as he walked away. "Y-you can't just-! I-! Th-that-!" Damn, why was she so flustered? "H-Hiwatari! I thought you hated-"
"Hate is such a strong word," Satoshi interrupted her. "True, I find you annoying from time to time, but I have to be truthful. From the moment I met you, I found you to be the sweetest person I had ever met." He paused, glancing back at her with an amused smirk. "Someone had to sour you up."