Nino 3
Nino pays the cab driver and steps out of the car. She is wearing a track suit and sandals, the clothes she was wearing to lounge around the house when Fuutarou arrived.
That's right. This is what I was wearing when I got locked out of the apartment building when I was mad a year ago, right after Fuu-kun became our tutor. I was locked out there with Fuu-kun, and he stayed to cheer me up even though I hated him then.
That memory makes the anger and heartbreak worse.
"Thanks for letting me come over on short notice. I just had to get away from my sisters and that guy."
"No problem, you're welcome here any time," says Bo, as he opens the door and gestures for her to enter.
"I'm just so fucking mad! That fucking idiot. Bo, I promise I'll try not to take my anger out on you. Do you mind if I scream into this pillow?"
Bo, seemingly unfazed, gives a casual laugh. "Ha, knock yourself out."
"AAAHHH! That guy. He's so fucking stupid. And Ichika's smug fucking remarks! Fuck them!….Hey, sorry if I'm annoying you, just barging in here and venting."
"Oh, I really don't mind. My mom had a crazy temper. She never took it out on us though, she had some techniques for venting her anger…..Hey, maybe you should try."
Nino stands up from the couch. "Try what?"
"Let me grab something from the garage and we'll go out back." He steps toward the door into the garage.
"By the way, where's Maki?"
"Soccer practice. I'll go pick her up in a few hours before my shift starts."
Bo brings out some kind of device from the garage, along with an old metal baseball bat.
"This is a hitting tee. The ball is attached, so you don't have to worry about busting anybody's windows out. It's just for practicing swinging form. Or for venting anger."
Nino takes the bat, plants her feet, and rears back. She has never played baseball or softball, but she doesn't care if she's swinging the bat correctly. She just wants to hit something really hard.
"Stupid Fuu-kun! FYAAAH!"
The bat collides with the tee underneath the ball. It's a miss. But Nino doesn't care about missing, because it's the violent contact that she wants.
"Stupid Ichika! GYAA!"
She swings again and again, the tee teetering back and forth. The rusty springs in the bottom of the tee screech with every hit.
"Yotsuba, you stupid brat! HYAA!"
"You ever swung a bat before?"
"No…"
"I can tell. You're pretty strong though. Hey, I got something you might like even better. Come on in the garage."
Nino sets down the bat and follows him into the garage. It is dark and dusty, and packed with junk. The lightbulb that flicks on barely lights the periphery of the room. There is some kind of muscle car in the garage, partially covered by a tarp, and fully covered in dust.
"I kind of expected you to have a motorcycle, but that car is pretty badass."
"Yeah it is. My dad gave it to me, he wanted me to finish fixing it up. It doesn't even run."
Bo digs around through objects on a shelf and produces white tape. He takes her hand, which catches her off guard. He gently opens her fingers and begins wrapping tape around her hand. Watching his hands delicately handle her much smaller ones makes her suddenly flustered.
By the time he finishes wrapping tape around both of her hands, she has completely lost focus. Her face is hot, and she momentarily forgets her anger.
Bo moves some buckets out of the corner of the garage and reveals an old punching bag, hanging from the ceiling by chains.
"This is the best way to relieve anger, and it's just fun. You can imagine the bag is your sisters, or that guy, or whoever you're mad at. It's way better than punching them for real."
Bo takes her hand again, gently curling her fingers and repositioning her thumb.
"Keep your fist like this. Try to get the main impact on your knuckles, and keep your wrist straight. This should keep you from breaking a nail, or hurting a finger."
Nino steps up to the punching bag.
Stop being so embarrassed because I guy touched you. It's just this idiot fake boyfriend. I'm supposed to be mad, so get mad again and punch this thing.
Nino takes a few swings at the bag. It's more firm than she expected, but it doesn't hurt to hit it. She focuses on using the arm movement that Bo showed her, and puts more force into her punch.
"Nice!" Bo says.
Nino turns to look at his face, and he seems entertained.
Why does this guy seem so content to watch my girly punches? Am I really not annoying to him?
She continues taking swings at the bag. Unlike the bat swings, hitting the punching bag feels more like calm exercise.
This moron really did help me calm down.
"I think I'm good. This was fun."
Bo reaches out a hand. "Alright, let me take your tape off."
His left hand grasps her wrist gently, as his right hand slowly peels off the tape.
Why am I getting flustered again? Shit, it's way more this time. Shit. I can barely keep my hand still. What the fuck. Why am I like this?
As Bo finishes removing the tape, he asks "is there anything else you want to do to relieve stress?"
"Well, yeah…um…yeah there's something else. I want you to fuck me."
"Wait what? Really?
"Yeah."
"You're serious?"
"Yes."
"Okay, sure."
'Okay, sure'?! Really?! How can he be so casual about responding? Is he really that laidback? Or is he just a moron? I really don't understand this guy.
Confusion leads to irritation. Nino shoves Bo as hard as she can, and he falls backward onto the hood of the car. She pounces on top of him and starts kissing him. He hesitates for a moment, then grasps her hips and kisses back.
This guy never made a move on me, but I make a move on him and he barely hesitates. Why does nothing fluster this guy? He seems like he is joining in and enjoying it, but yet he's so casual about it.
While straddling him on the car hood, Nino raises up momentarily as she throws aside her jacket, shirt, and bra. She can feel her face getting hotter with embarrassment, but her resolve is too strong to hesitate.
What the hell? This guy isn't even looking at my tits. Maybe he's gay and he's just humoring me? I will make this moron flinch somehow.
She leans forward and presses her breasts onto his face. He starts kissing her neck and gently grabs one of her boobs. Her neck is more sensitive than she expected, and she loses herself for a moment. Then her thoughts snap back.
He's fondling my boob now, surely he's flustered.
She raises up to get a look at his face.
"Oh sorry, did you not want me to do that?"
HOW IS HE STILL SO CASUAL?
Nino scoots aside and starts unbuttoning his pants.
I'm not giving up yet. I'll make this idiot stutter or blush somehow.
"Wouldn't you rather do it in my bed? This isn't very comfortable."
He said that so matter-of-factly. I'm getting annoyed at this point.
"But doing it on the hood of a muscle car is so romantic. It's such a romantic memory, it's like it's out of a romance novel. Well except for the fact that the car doesn't actually run. And it's dusty. And we are in a musty garage. Okay yeah, let's move."
He deftly raises to his feet and scoops her up into his arms in one movement. The joke about the car shifted her mood a bit, but being swiftly scooped up like a princess and carried through the house shifts her mood again.
Did this moron just make me swoon? No, I must just be dizzy.
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Nino lets out an exhausted but satisfied sigh, as she lets her body rest from exertion.
Wow, I finally got a reaction from him. His face is finally a little red. All it took was fucking his brains out. Using my mouth definitely made him lose his cool the most. I'll have to remember that for next time. Wait, next time? Isn't this idiot supposed to be a fake boyfriend? Whatever. I'm sure Ichika would be smug if she finds out about this.
The post-coital cuddle lasts less than two minutes before Bo starts playing a game on his phone.
Nino presses her naked body harder onto his.
Is my body really that easy to look away from? Well I guess our relationship is fake, so it's whatever. I shouldn't feel annoyed if he isn't in love with me.
"I'm getting hungry," Nino says. "Want me to make dinner for us and Maki? When do you pick her up?"
"Sure, that would be great. I have to head out to pick her up in about twenty minutes. I have to work tonight, but you're welcome to sleep in my bed tonight if you want."
"Yeah, that sounds so much better than going home to my sisters."
"So," Bo says, as he puts his phone aside and brings his attention back to Nino. "I think it worked."
"What worked?"
"Well, you haven't mentioned that guy for the last two hours. So I guess the de-stressing worked."
Well it's pretty hard to think about that when you are doing what we just did. Haha, speaking of Fuu-kun, I'm sure him and Yotsuba haven't gotten anywhere close to this yet. It will take ten years of dating before those two aren't too embarrassed to get naked. Fuu-kun would be so jealous if he knew about this. If he wants this kind of action, he should have picked me.