Author's Notes: My God am I tired.
I came home from an early shift at work and went straight to bed. Woke up again at 9 to upload this. Feel like I've been smashed in the face with a shovel.
Anywho, here is the newest update.
Did you know boxing is one of the best cardio-vascular exercises you can do and it's super easy to pick up (and super difficult to master)? The more you know.
Trailing behind Shinji and Akihiko chatting on their way to school, Yukari couldn't avert her gaze from the boxer's ass. As much as she hated listening to the busy gossiping of his rabid fans, sitting in the cafeteria waiting quietly for Fuuka the other day lent her an occasion to eavesdrop, and for the amount they talked about "boxing hips" she started to wonder if all their chatter was true.
Her face was flaming by the time Fuuka rejoined her at the table with a tray in hand. The gossiping fan-club went on and on about how the slimmer the hips and tighter the ass, the more powerful the...
The more powerful the thrust.
They giggled and whispered just loud enough for it to catch Yukari's attention, about how, with all the combined boxing skills of good rhythm, upper-body strength, hip alignment and stamina to keep going, Akihiko was probably an amazing lover. They all sighed and swooned and laughed and the archer couldn't stop picturing him naked.
Most of a boxer's power came from how their angled their whole body into a punch, and a lot of that movement came from the hip, not the shoulder. Needless to say, Akihiko's slim hips and firm backside were probably a direct result... certainly a happy one.
In Yukari's opinion at least.
A whole day thinking about him naked and panting did a real number on her. By the time she got back to the dorm she was rushing up to her room just to get rid of the tension.
Being no stranger to masturbation, it didn't take Yukari long to orgasm, her thoughts lasciviously holding his face in her mind's eye, or the feeling of taut muscles moving beneath fabric, or the smell of him as he held her by the jaw and kissed the life out of her. Her skin was glowing from the aftermath, fingers slicked and palms sweaty and she wanted nothing more than to just have him in her bed but couldn't work up the courage to kick his bedroom door down and...
She'd never had sex before; she thought about it occasionally and wondered what it would be like, but nothing made her feel actively wanting.
But she really wanted Akihiko.
It was frustrating, even a little upsetting when her own hands weren't enough (not any more). And while the thought of sex, of being totally naked with another totally naked person scared the hell out of her, somehow when she thought about him-
About his kind heart and his smile and his affection for her-
Sex didn't seem like such a scary prospect.
It was something she was starting to want since the night she kissed him, and considering how hot and heavy it became she didn't think she'd have any trouble getting ready for it, and she was sure by the way he was moaning in her ear when she was on his neck that he probably wanted it too.
That, however... that was something she was starting to feel a little less sure about. The few nights ago that they did share a heated moment, they hadn't spoken since. It was mostly down to missed chances and moments of passing each other completely, and with Minato suffering from a stomach virus they couldn't even go to Tartarus. She tried to tell herself that they were both just so busy... but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was avoiding her.
Even though his expression when he looked at her said otherwise; the flush in his face and his warm smile made her sure he wasn't angry... perhaps he just didn't know what to say.
Shinji split off, waving in her direction when he headed for his home-room, and Akihiko slowed down so she could walk beside him.
"H-hi," he looked down with those gorgeous grey eyes and Yukari felt the tension in her ease a little. She hoped he wasn't avoiding her, truly the last thing she wanted was less of him in her life now that he was so close to her... even though there was such a huge question hanging between them.
"Hey," she answered back, shifting her bag up on her shoulders, flushing hot when she realized she was staring at his ass the whole way to school.
They chatted briefly about the state of Minato (they were both getting a little worried that he showed no sign of recovery and it was getting close to a full moon) and perhaps bringing him to a doctor as they made their way on to the second floor, but when they reached the top of the stairs, Yukari felt waves of hostility coming from all directions.
It was like walking straight into a concrete wall. While they approached together, most of the people ranged from completely silent and staring, to whispering behind their hands. Some girls she recognised as avid Akihiko-crazies looked like they wanted her to die. Junpei up ahead was glaring at the boxer like he was trying to set him on fire with sheer willpower.
Akihiko was completely oblivious, and Yukari resisted the urge to smack him upside the head.
What she really had to bite the inside of her cheek for was the way Junpei put his arm around her shoulders the minute she got to her home-room and steered her away from their senpai into the classroom. She turned her head just in time to see the confused, slightly upset expression on his face and the door to her homeroom slid shut.
"What's your problem?" She hissed, slapping the junior's hand off her shoulder, feeling bereft of Akihiko's presence, knowing she didn't get to say goodbye properly and hoping to the heavens he wasn't too upset or that he got the wrong idea about her and her be-hatted friend.
Junpei just shook his head, his stony expression angry, and he didn't say another word to her for the rest of the day no matter how much she prodded at him.
Usually Yukari was very good at eavesdropping, but the harder she tried the more she realized how obvious it was that people were talking about her. They quickly stopped talking whenever she was around and glared at her in the corridors. It was mostly the female population, and their combined fury was enough to make the healer feel ill. What the hell was going on?!
But the worst, the absolute worst, was the next day when she was walking with Akihiko-senpai to his locker and there was a huge sign written in red marker on a piece of paper selotaped to the door-
LADY-STEALER
Yukari actually thought she was going to puke. Her heart plummeted into her stomach at the hurt look in his eyes as he reached out, removed the page and stared at it, breathing shakily through his nose. She wanted to scream, she wanted to hit someone.
"S-senpai..." she started with the intention of comforting him, suddenly realizing he was probably getting a lot of abuse too, but he just crumpled the sheet in his fist and flung it into a bin, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"You... don't know anything about this, do you?"
She wished she did so she could find the bastards who did that and murder them, slowly, with a rusty blade. Yukari just shook her head, her hands shaking. He wouldn't meet her eyes, he just put his hands into his pockets and his shoulders dropped. Her chest started aching so bad she put a hand over her heart just to quell the pain. Frustrated tears welled up in her eyes as the anger bubbled to the surface but she couldn't let it go because there was no one around to take it out on. Her senpai just ran a gloved hand through his hair, his usually pale complexion looked... clammy, frightened.
Yukari went home early that day complaining of a bad stomach, flopped on to her bed and cried her eyes out until the sun went down.
Author's Notes: Teens masturbate.
Teens fucking masturbate.
I wish we could all just get over this, admit it to ourselves and just accept that most start at age 12 and are probably confused and excited and need people to admit that plenty of people do it and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Don't get me wrong, teaching young people that sex (and in particular, un-protected sex and transfer of STI's) can be dangerous and difficult is important. But the fucking issue here is that teaching them that something is scary does nothing to cement the boring reality that people have sex every single day and it's not weird (or even that exciting).
That's how you create a taboo.