Nishimura folds from the force of your punch.
"Aaugh!" His anguished scream fills the auditorium as you stomp your heel into his ankle to keep him down. His pain only fuels your rage further. You want them all to hurt now. They aren't going to stop until they see your full power it seems. They keep poking, prodding, begging to see it.
Now it's time for the other two.
You take a step toward them, but Honda leaps forward to wrap his arms around you in a bear hug to immobilize you. He lifts you up off the ground in an attempt to subdue you, but it only gives you a better angle to kick Sayama in his face as he leans in to reach for you as well.
Junpei, who was previously frozen by shock, watches from the open aisle with his fists balling and raising up to his center. Seeing Honda's arms around you, his hands on your chest, it sparks a rage deep within him. His feet propel him without him telling them to.
"Let go of him!" He shouts as his arm winds back.
His fist connects into the side of Honda's face, making the boy falter and lose his grip on you. You rip yourself free, focusing your attention on Sayama now, who's eyes were burning with fury from having been the one kicked for a change. The skinny bastard takes a swing at you but misjudges your speed. You duck easily out of the way, popping back up to knock his lights out with a left hook. You could have punched his throat with it exposed so openly, but you show him mercy. He drops like a stone.
From behind you, Junpei's sounds of effort reach your ears. Honda slams his elbow into Junpei's face, then grabs the front of his uniform in an iron grip, preparing to sling him into the nearest wall. Junpei's fingers squeeze the bully's hand, locking it in place. Your words from training are still fresh in his mind. Imagine yourself switching gears on a motorcycle. Rip the hand off.
"Aah!" Honda screams as the ligaments in his wrist are twisted inward. He loses his grip instantly, at the mercy of the pain shooting up his arm.
Junpei side-steps the boy, the same way you'd done to him. Controlling his opponent with the hold, he kicks behind his knee. Honda flies face first to the floor, landing with all of the air knocked from his lungs. He doesn't get up either.
You can't help but feel a swell of pride at how well your friend is handling himself, but before you can his progress, the door behind you swings open. There's an audible gasp, followed by the sound of footsteps as whoever just saw you runs for a teacher. Shit! This is just what you don't need.
"Junpei! Come on, let's beat it," you hiss, holding your hand out for him to take. He grabs a hold, following you out the door.
The hallways were cleared of students, already seated in classrooms long after the bell rang.
"Fuck! Fuck!" You're swearing in a hushed voice. This is going to result in another visit to the principal and you already know it. Toji is going to murder you.
You grip Junpei's hand tighter, and turn a corner sharply. There's a janitorial closet for cleaning supplies used at the end of the day. Fortunately the door is kept unlocked. The two of you duck inside, gasping for breath in the dark.
"Wh-what're we doing here?" he asks shakily.
"I didn't want you to get in trouble. Whoever walked in only saw me, I'm sure of it. But those assholes have had it coming for a long time. I've got a feeling they'll start leaving you alone here at least. We keep making a scene, don't we?" You ask with a small laugh.
"Won't they just tell the principal I was there too?" he pressed.
"I don't think so...You did amazing, Junpei! I think you scared the crap out of them fighting back like that. Plus their precious reputations are sure to suffer if everyone else hears how their favorite punching bag finally got the better of them. I bet they won't say shit."
He squeezes your hand, reminding you that you're still touching.
You rub your thumb across his fingers. "You should wait here for a while, okay? At least give me time to go and get caught for cutting class. They'll take me to the office again and call Toji. Promise me you'll wait here a little longer? Maybe go and lay low on the roof until fourth period."
He sighs, but nods in agreement.
You slowly open the door, letting a little light in and peeking outside. The coast appears to be clear. You glance back at your friend, seeing that he had earned a split lip of his own. A small trickle of blood is already dried in a thin line down his chin.
Beautiful…
You cup his cheek with your palm, pulling him in. He offers no resistance as your lips press firmly to his. He sighs again in a dreamy state, eyes fluttering closed. He continues to lean in even as you pull away. With a gentle hand you push him back inside.
"I'll probably get sent home again, but I'll try to see you tomorrow," you promise.
"Okay..." His eyes are heavy and half closed, still swooning from your kiss.
After you close the door, all he can do is touch his fingertips to his lips, whispering to himself again and again, "Oh, my god...Oh, my god..."
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Suspended for a day. That's your punishment for fighting twice within your first week. Though, an odd choice for a student who loved cutting classes the way you do. Why reward you with even more time off? Luckily, just as you predicted, Nishimura and his boys refused to give up Junpei's name as one of their assailants, happy to heap the blame completely upon you. The look on their faces when they each ratted on you, leaving out all of their taunts leading up to the fight itself conveniently. You accepted the accusations willingly, keeping your promise to cover for Junpei. They would have to keep their guard up around him if he continues his training. That pride is enough to keep you sane for now.
The principal called Toji again, who was strangely not as visibly upset as he was the first time he had to come down to your school. He signed the forms acknowledging your troubled behavior, made his statement that he'd address the issues at home, and took responsibility for your poor performance all with you sitting there feeling a growing shame that nested itself deep. Toji looked tired, like he hadn't slept in days. As you walked home together, you trailed behind him, too inside your own head to speak to him.
After a dinner that was far quieter than usual, you mumble an excuse to disappear to your room. Your cat Miyuki has made herself at home on your pillow. You scoot her fluffy white paunch to the side, flopping down with a pained groan. She sniffs with an offended expression on her smushy face, and trots off the bed.
What are you supposed to do with a whole day off from school tomorrow? Toji had to work, so you'd have the apartment to yourself.
An idea is rolling itself over and over again in your head, despite how many times you shove it back, scoffing at the ludicrous thought.
You replay the image of Junpei throwing Honda to the theater carpet with a growing smile playing across your lips. Your face flushes, remembering your kiss in the closet. You wonder if that was Junpei's first kiss too….You've never let anyone close enough to develop feelings like this before. He kissed you back too.
So what do you do now? There's never been a boy that you've liked. Should you make food for him? Or sweets maybe? Should you write a note and leave it in his locker? No, you're not that type. Plus what if it embarasses him? Especially now with the current gossip going around about the two of you. That's the last thing he needs. You have to put an end to those rumors, pronto, or fights like today are just going to keep happening. There's no way you're going to let anyone call your friend a slur right in front of you.
From your bathroom, the sound of Miyuki pawing her way into the cabinet under the sink forces you out of your thoughts. "Hey, nosy-face. You shouldn't be in there." She only trills in response, continuing to investigate the dark space.
"Ugh, I said no, kitty," you trudge over and reach in to pull her out. She complains loudly when you clutch her belly, sticking her paws farther in and wrapping them around the handle of a small zippered bag. It tumbles out against your knee. Weird, you've never noticed this before. Although you don't go poking around under the sink very often, having no reason to.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you unzip it to see what's inside.
"Ohh, Miyuki! What a clever girl you are."
Miaow
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Meanwhile, just a few blocks down the street, Junpei tosses in his bed, flipping his pillow over to the cooler side in an attempt to relax. His mind is much too busy. So much happened today for him to be able to turn his thoughts off and get any rest. Your face is burned into his brain. Subconsciously he keeps caressing his lips with his fingertips, trying to recreate the same soft friction that he'd experienced earlier with you.
His first kiss.
He can hardly believe it happened. And with you!
With a tiny whimper, he tucks his pillow between his knees, trying his best not to rock his hips into it while thinking of how you held him all night. He's never had a crush on anyone before, but even he knows this is something far more than that. He likes you. How could he not? You dropped into his life exactly when he needed you, and became his only friend.
That's right, he's your friend, his inner critic steps in. It'll be difficult to look you in the eyes if he does something like...like...
Like touching himself while remembering the urgency of your kiss. The way your tongue had barely slipped out to lick his cut. He didn't even mind the slight sting it brought. A gift from you and he had loved it. Absently he bites his lower lip, hurting it just enough to feel the way it did when you pressed against it. He no longer fights the urge to shove his hips forward, letting the gentle rocking motions somewhat ease the tension building between his legs. The fabric of his shorts grinding his sensitive tip brings him to full arousal within moments. He knows he should stop before crossing a boundary, but how can he? It feels as if he's inevitably slipping downhill, and you're there at the bottom waiting for him.
Turning his face into the mattress he slips his hand down, groaning as his fingers wrap around himself, achingly pumping just a few times to bring temporary relief. The throb in his shaft demands more.
Maybe...I'll just do it one time, he reasons, already pulling down his waistband to free his erection. The coolness of his sheets against his burning skin pulls a whimper from his throat right away.
Just once...and the fantasy can be out of my system.
The lies build onto one another until it sways his decision at last. The warmth of his palm reminds him of how it felt to be held by you. The softness of your chest against his back isn't something that's slipped his mind for a single day. He can't help wondering…would you want to touch him like this? To kiss him again and press yourself close? Maybe even let him touch you? He's drowning in a thousand fantasies at once. He wants to hold you too, exploring the softness of your skin and learning what makes you feel good. What sounds would you make?
His volume builds, forcing him to smother his face into the sheets to keep quiet. He dares to let his mouth form the shape of your name, too embarrassed to even whisper it. Biting his lip again, the tang of his blood floods across his tongue. The same taste of your kiss. There's no going back now. When he ejaculates, it's your voice he imagines saying his name, laughing softly and calling to him. Good boy…
"Mmn!"
The clarity that follows his orgasm leaves him aghast. Staring down at his soaked sheets, he covers his mouth again to hold back the whimpers of regret and shame.
Fuck!
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The following morning, you lay in bed as your alarm clock buzzes. Snapping it off and pulling your sheets back over your head, you groggily open your eyes. No school means you get to sleep in for a change. That'll be nice– MIAAOOWW
Miyuki complains outside your bedroom door, frantically sticking her paws through the crack. Toji must've left without feeding her. He isn't used to having a pet. Sighing, you begrudgingly get up and let her greet you with more of her tiny complaints.
"I know, sorry he forgot. I'll make sure he feeds you dinner tonight." You bend over to pour some of her food into the tiny bowl on the kitchen floor.
It took a lot of convincing for him to agree to let you keep her. And even more convincing to have him help you catch her. The poor feral thing had been living off trash with you at the abandoned restaurant. She took well to apartment life. Alot faster than you. She was happy to spend her days leisurely laying in the window all day soaking up sun and glowering down at the puny humans down below. Lucky little fluff.
You have plans today, and it's going to take forever to get ready. Skipping breakfast, instead you opt to shower right away. You're not looking forward to what you have to do next, but you grit your teeth and remind yourself that this is for Junpei.
"Hey!" You there, uh, with the pink backpack?" You call awkwardly after the schoolgirl traipsing up the sidewalk.
She turns and peeks back over her shoulder with interest. "Who? Me?"
When she sees you, appraising your blue school uniform from head to toe, her cheeks flush. With good reason. You'd spent plenty of time getting ready this morning, but there is still one vital part missing.
"I know this is really awkward, but...uh, I need an odd favor," you mutter.
She seems skittish, but politely hears you out. Your request is quite odd, and you do your best to leave out the most embarrassing details to shorten the explanation. Once you're finished her eyes widen, at once she begins to look around for anyone nearby she may be able to call for help.
"No, it's not like that!" you reassure her, trying hard to appear as if you're two school friends talking instead of strangers who just met.
"But…It sounds so…Perverted!" she insists.
"I know, but I promise it isn't! It's a long story, okay? And I don't have much time to explain anymore."
She still isn't convinced. "But…Why does it have to be me?"
It took forever to scope out the right girl. You need to be honest for her to trust you. "Because we're about the same size. I don't want to sound like a creep, but I think only you can help me pull this off."
You can see the gears in her head turning, she cocks an eyebrow, reappraising you with the knowledge every high school girl has. She grins. "This is about a boy, isn't it?"
Your face is defeated, knowing this will most likely be the only way to get her to agree. "Yeah…It's a boy, okay?"
She grins from ear to ear, clapping her hands with glee. "Well then why didn't you just say so? I'd love to help you!"
Thank god for the inner matchmaker within every girl.
"Thank you! I'll pay you back somehow I swear." You look around, trying to find a spot where the two of you can find privacy.
You check your watch. You'll be cutting it close.
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Junpei drums his pencil on his desktop, waiting for his third class to end. It's been a slow quiet day without you. His first few morning hours dragged by with him casting sad glances toward your empty desk and sighing to himself. Why did he let you take all the blame for yesterday? After you left him alone in the closet, he waited until he was sure there was no one around to venture out. It had been nearly impossible for him to finish the rest of his day as if nothing had happened.
His fingertips brush against his lips for the millionth time, still trying unsuccessfully to recreate the same butterfly sensations you'd given him. The split in his lip reopened again last night. The tip of his tongue plays over the cut every few minutes, remembering what he did with blossoming heat creeping up his neck.
His pencil lead scrawls your name into the corner of his notebook, and he smiles secretly. Maybe after school, he'll stop by and see you? Although he isn't sure how to find which apartment is yours. He's never even been inside your building. Soon he'll work up the courage to invite you over to watch a movie. After he tutors you in algebra of course. You're going to need help catching up.
The lunch bell rings. He packs up his books and heads out into the hall. Maybe today he'll enjoy some time alone on the roof. As he places his hand on the door to the stairwell, from behind him a commotion arises.
"Who's that?" Someone asks. "She doesn't go here. Look at her uniform."
"Whoa! Hey, what's your name?" An excited male student pipes in.
"Has anyone seen Junpei Yoshino?" Calls a soft voice.
He freezes at the mention of his name. Someone is looking for him? Why?
He peeks back over his shoulder, ready to slip through the doorway should he need to escape. His breath catches in his throat as a girl with long hair makes her way through the crowded hallway over to him.
"There you are! I was worried I wouldn't be able to find you on my first time here," she smiles, bouncing in place.
She's wearing a school uniform from a neighboring campus, the bright colors stand out among the sea of blue and white around them, making her instantly the center of attention. And him as well by association.
"Uhh, hello…there." He blushes, unable to speak clearly. Is she mistaking him for someone else? She must be, he doesn't recognize her at all.
She isn't phased in the least by his lack of response, holding up a bento box wrapped in pink fabric. "I hope you don't mind, but I made lunch for you! I was hoping...we could eat together?"
Now Junpei notices that everyone in the hallway is staring at him. A few have their mouths hanging open in disbelief at what they're watching. With good reason. Yesterday the whole school heard that he likes boys Everyone is waiting for his response.
"Well now, isn't this cute?" Rikuo Himura makes his presence known, stepping forward from the crowd to approach the new girl who caught his eye the moment she walked in. "You probably don't know this, but you're wasting your time with the biggest loser in this place. Plus this one doesn't even like girls. Isn't that right?"
Junpei stiffens, anticipating trouble right away. He grips the strap of his backpack tighter, wishing desperately that you were here with him. You'd know what to do.
The new girl tilts her head in thought, then shifts her attention to Himura. "Umm, and you are?"
"Rikuo Himura. And it's my pleasure entirely, miss...?" he grins and waits expectantly for her name.
"Saiya. Chihiro Saiya," she replies in a bored tone, obviously unimpressed with this brute.
"Miss Saiya, you should have lunch with me instead." Rikuo says in a way that doesn't feel like it's a suggestion. The hallway fills with the buzz of students whispering in amazement at his boldness.
She pouts her lip, standing her ground. "Sorry, I only cooked for Junpei. Not you."
Himura, refusing to take no for an answer, reaches and takes the box from her hands without meeting her resistance. "Well, why don't you let me be the judge of how well you did. Alright? And you can give me your number so I can tell you what I think."
Without ceremony he unwraps the fabric and pops the lid off, revealing three riceballs expertly shaped into hearts.
"Aww! This is the cutest lunch I've ever seen," Himura crows again, casting a meaningful glare down at the boy it was intended for.
Junpei clenches his jaw. Although he has no idea who this girl is, it's still pissing him off that Himura feels entitled enough to take away whatever kindness he possibly can from him. The girl however doesn't seem rebuffed by his theft, offering him a little smile with a toss of her hair. "Sorry, I don't have a phone. But I really hope you enjoy it."
Satisfied that the attention has been pulled away from him, junpei chooses this moment to disappear into the stairwell. He takes the stairs two at a time to the roof, incredibly eager to put as much distance between him and the rest of the students behind him as quickly as possible. He isn't used to attention like that. Although...
She did seem really nice... he thinks.
He opens the door to the roof and immediately feels the relief of solitude. Sitting on the concrete, he takes out the sandwiches he picked up on the way to school this morning.
"There you are!"
He startles, nearly dropping his food. When he looks up, he sees it's the girl from the other school standing in the doorway. She followed him.
"You ran off!" She closes the door behind her and makes her way over to join him.
"Umm...I'm sorry. I think you have me confused with someone else?"
She sits down beside him, her skirt riding up her legs. He gulps and sidles away from her. She giggles in a fit, her voice changing mid-laugh. "Junpei!"
The familiarity of his name in that voice makes his heart race. He slowly looks back, taking in the shape of this person's eyes, and the color. Barely visible under a light layer of lipstick, he can see a healing cut on the lower lip.
"F-Fushiguro?!" He sputters.
Finally your tittering giggles burst forth into your normal laugh. "Hahaha! It took you long enough!"
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to be continued