I love the tension a pair of friends can get when faced with a sexual situation. Ooo ahh.
These characters are © Maki Murakami. :D
"I don't think this is going to work out. You're a nice girl, but…"
"Ahh, but please give me another chance, Hiro-chan! I won't mess up again!"
"I'm sorry."
"That's what you told her? 'I'm sorry'?" Shuichi tilted his head and tapped on his unlaced shoes, playing offbeat.
"Well, yeah," Hiro shrugged. He draped his hair onto his jeans. "What would you have told her?"
Shuichi stuck out his lips, kissing the air. He looked like the fish Hiro had eaten for dinner the night before, but he knew that this was just another, very amusing, face that Shuichi made when thinking. Hiro smiled behind his mask of hair.
"Well, I think I would have told her the truth." He nodded vigorously to back up his argument.
Hiro laughed, leaning his head towards Shuichi's.
"You'd tell her that she was an obsessive screw up?"
Shuichi shivered and stared at Hiro in terror. Hiro was smiling. Shuichi was disturbed.
"No, of course not!"
Hiro let out a giggle that became a sigh as he fell backwards. He continued smiling at nothing and eyed his friend. Shuichi's back was dressed in an orange jacket that clashed with his bright pink hair, bleeding into one another like a neon marker.
"You don't know anything about girls, do you Shuichi?"
He jumped slightly at Hiro's comment. Why would he know anything about girls? Sure, he had a sister, but she didn't count. She was a pest, not a girl that one would consider date worthy. Shuichi was still waiting to meet a "date worthy" girl, if one even existed; he had no experience with girls and it didn't seem to bother him. At least until Hiro would begin talking, bragging, about the dates he went on.
"Err… I guess not," he twitched. His back was bent forward.
"I don't recall you ever even going on a date. When was the last time-?"
Shuichi blushed. "Never."
Hiro smirked. "Never?"
Shuichi shifted and pulled his knees up underneath his chin, tucking himself away in a neat ball. He felt a weight on his shoulder, which made him roll slightly to the side.
"You haven't even kissed a girl?"
Pink eyes shifted and a pale hand shoved Hiro away.
"I'm only 15."
The weight returned, but was balanced, on both shoulders.
"So that's a no." Warm breath followed by silence.
He felt Hiro's rigid cheek bone resting on his pudgy one.
"We can change that." He felt Hiro's jaw move up and down against his face. He blinked.
"Hiro, you're not a girl."
Hiro pushed his friend gently.
"I know."