"Hello there, Hiroki," Akihiko greeted, giving Hiroki a very suspicious grin.

"You better have brought me a decent swimsuit," Hiroki spat, images of all the weird swimsuits Akihiko might have brought him flooding his mind.

"Oh ho, I think you'll like this swimsuit," Akihiko giggled. He giggled. GIGGLED. Hiroki wondered what kind of swimsuit would make Akihiko giggle. This only increased Hiroki's suspicions. Takahiro did not appear to know what the swimsuit looked like.

'Akihiko didn't tell him I guess... probably doesn't want to ruin his beloved's innocence,' Hiroki thought bitterly.

"Okay, let's get changed and hit the waves!" Takahiro said rather brightly.

"Hiroki goes here," the novelist said, pushing Hiroki into a changing stall and handing him a paper bag containing Hiroki's potential swimsuit. "Takahiro can go here, and I'll go here."

When Hiroki opened the bag and dumped out it's contents, he was appaled by what lay before him. He then began to scream. "AKIHIKO YOU DUMB BASTARD! WHAT KIND OF PERVERTED, RETARTED DICKHEAD GIVES A DIGNIFIED MAN A PINK, FRILLY BIKINI AS AN EXCUSE FOR A SWIMSUIT?!!?

As Hiroki continued his passionate rant towards Akihiko, Takahiro could feel the waves of death radiating off Hiroki even from the next stall. "Errr, it can't be that bad, right Kamijou-kun?" Takahiro attempted to tame the wild beast; Hiroki. However, Hiroki did not hear him due to the outraged shouts filling the locker room.

All of a sudden, he heard Akihiko burst out in laughter. This was strange, Akihiko hardly ever laughed. He peeked out from the stall door to find Hiroki standing in front of the novelist in a very pink and frilly bikini. Hiroki's fists were clenching and unclenching, as if he was trying to keep from strangling the author.

When Takahiro let out an astonished gasp, Hiroki whipped around and turned bright pink. Takahiro redirected his attention to his best friend, who was now kneeling down with a camera, trying to get all sorts of angles on Hiroki, snapping away on the shutter button.

"It suits you so well. . ." Akihiko said, then bursting out in another fit of laughter.

"SHUT. YOUR. TRAP. OR. I. WILL. WRING. YOUR. NECK. LIKE. A. CHICKEN!"

Akihiko composed himself and turned to face Takahiro. "What do you think, Takahiro?"

"Uhhh. . . errrrrr. . . pink really seems to be your color Kamijou-san!" Takahiro said a bit uncomfortably, knowing this was a lose-lose situation no matter what his response was.

"GAH! Do you people take pleasure in ruining a man's dignity?!" Hiroki cried. Numerous people turned to stare at the hysterical man in a woman's bathing suit.

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