016 – Dreamy
At 14, Takeru had found himself at that very awkward in-between phase where his voice was cracking all over the place, the growth spurt was really starting to kick in, and a day that he didn't stumble over his own feet was scarce.
Oh…
And there was that.
He'd taken up the habit of washing his own sheets, because he really didn't want to face his Mum when she saw that particular stain. Nup, that was a scenario that he'd rather avoid.
Despite that, the stains weren't really the worst of it; because every boy he knew that had been through this had dreamt of girls.
Not gorgeous, bronze-skinned, red-headed boys.
Hot-headed and compassionate, with a heart that he wore on his sleeve.
Writhing – squirming – on the bed beneath-
Right.
Next up: 017 - Angry