Fic: Basketball Bet
Title: Basketball Bet
Overview: Yamapi is stress out about his shooting skill while Masami proposed a bet. What is at stake and who will lose?
Length: 2,525 Words
Genre: Romance & Fluff, Comedy i think? and if you squint with a wink its mystery too. Haha >_<
Type: Ficlet
Character: Masami and Yamapi
Note: Here's the 2nd ficlet inspired by Buzzer Beat. It's been sitting in my document for a while now and I was finally able to edit it now. This is especially dedicated to An-chan, in replacement of my promised fanfic with Rina and bag (if you still remember that one). Hope this one cheer you up. ^_^ And its my first time making a poster using photoshop, its a bit rushed poster but I guess it would do ne~ Enjoy reading ^^
“You could do it Pii-tan!!” Masami’s cheer fills Yamapi’s mind as he concentrate on the ring with a very serious expression on his face. He was standing merely inches away from the arch of the court as he aims for a three-point shot. Putting much strength on his wrist, he shoots the ball.
The ball flies with ease at a very fast speed. But instead of entering the basket it hits the board full force, making it to bounce back twice the original speed.
Yamapi groans in frustration. He feels defeated as he bends down, hands resting on his knees with head hung low. He was tired, he could feel body aching all over, an oncoming head ache and to top it all he still can’t manage to do a three-point shoot. Damnit! It’s been a long time since he played basketball. He hates to admit but his shooting skill is already rusty. He certainly doesn’t want to be the reason for the delay in the shooting with his upcoming basketball themed drama. A special trainer was even provided for him to act like a pro-basketball player. His training ended fifteen minutes ago, but he is determined to be in top form before Buzzer Beat starts filming. This is the exact reason why he is now alone inside the spacious gymnasium, still practicing.
“Ganbatte Pii-tan!” he recounts Masami’s sweet voice. He bears it in mind, drawing strength from it. She called an hour ago, asking how his practice was going. As soon as he hears her voice, he can’t help but share out his worries with her. She always had this ability to calm him down and encourage him when he starts to be unsure of himself. How he wishes she was here with him right now.
He could feel beads sweat trickle down the side of face while he catch his breath. The resonating echo of the ball bouncing at the gym’s floor rings at his ears, as if taunting him for his failed shoot. But the abrupt silence made him slightly look up, his gaze fall on the ball with a sneaker on top of it, preventing it to roll away. His gaze went further up the long flawless legs to the short shorts and lingered there for a moment. A smile made its way to his frowning face. His gaze traveled to the short shorts she’s wearing up to the simple T-shirt that fits her curve perfectly. Finally his eyes rest on the smiling face of Masami.
“Let’s play!” was Masami’s greeting as she picks up the ball and start dribbling it. The sound of bouncing ball in a steady beat once again fills the entire gym. The image of Masami dribbling with practice ease in front of him made all his exhaustion fades into thin air.
“You’ll break a nail.”
Masami dismiss his teasing with a cute pout. He stood there in awe as Masami runs toward the ring, still dribbling the ball and doing a lay-up that actually enters the ring. He could not help but admire her all over again. Unlike the other ladies he knows, who only care about how they look, Masami have no qualms getting a bit sweaty and dirty making her fun to be with. And yet she looks just as beautiful and poise with whatever look she’s in.
Masami gave him a challenging look.
“Afraid to lose?” She teased back when he just stand there looking, or more like gaping at her. Yamapi is never the one to back down on any challenge, he runs toward her attempting to snatch the ball. But Masami is alert and quickly turn her back at Yamapi, using her slender body to block his arms. She kept giggling with her boyfriend’s feeble attempts. He was obviously going easy on her, maybe afraid on hitting and hurting her in some way. But Masami was not to be underestimated, with a blood of a sportsman running through her veins; she was gifted with a very agile body. Not to mention the ballet and swimming lesson she had.
After a few failed attempts, Yamapi finally realize that Masami was being serious. Those long weeks of intensive training are not for nothing. In a blink of eye he did a suave spin, maneuver in front of Masami and breeze towards her. But instead of going for the ball, his hands went around her waist and lift her up the ground. The ball slips past her fingers and bounce away, forgotten.
“Cho-choto!” Masami yelp, surprise at Yamapi’s sudden action. She leans closer to her as her hand swiftly went to his shoulder for support.
“Mou~ Pii-tan your cheating!”
He gazes up her, with a triumph look. “I win”
She tries to wriggle her way down, but Yamapi is holding her firmly with his strong arm. Masami look down at him, her long hair cascading down his face. She gave his nose a playful pinch and said “Hai.. hai.. now put me down”
Once he let her down, she went to pick up the ball that had rolled near the seats. “Let’s make a bet.”
“Nani?” Yamapi’s eyes lit up as he hears the word ‘bet’. They often play some silly harmless bets, which are fun, despite the fact that the loser would mostly be him.
“Let’s make a bet if you could make 3 shoot out of 5” She states as she suddenly toss the ball at him. Although taken by surprise, he manages to catch it. But his soft ‘off’ did not miss Masami’s ear, earning a soft laugh from her.
“Of course I could!” Yamapi dribble the balls, as if proving his point. “Yosh! This is easy. DEAL!!” He gave her a thumps up followed by a charming wink.
Masami giggles. Eyes twinkling mischievously.“It should be a three point shot”
“EH!!? But you know I fail with 3-points shots.” Of course there’s a catch. He should have recognized that smile of hers.
“Exactly”
“Mou~ don’t tease me Ma-tan..”
“If you win I’ll give you a massage later…” She was giving him an encouraging smile, while making a hand motion as if doing a massage. But he is not convinced. He could sense something, he just can’t figure it out..
But the idea of a massage from Masami after a long day of practice is warming up to him. It would be a very lovely price.
“Massage with home-cooked dinner later…” He bargains, trying his luck.
“Ok, massage and a home-cooked dinner then if you want.”
Tempting… the bet is getting really interesting. Yamapi’s smile widen, since it looks like he is having his way, he might as well as push it.
“And a bento for rest of the week.” Ok maybe he is pushing it too much. His special training would be done by the end of the week, and he’s sure that it would a tedious days ahead for him. Of course he needs to have a well balanced and nutritious lunch. Well aside from the more obvious reason.
“Choto! Don’t you think that’s a bit too much?” Masami was frowning, and he is starting to regret it. Massage and a dinner are already wonderful enough. But he started it already, he might as well continue.
“You gave a difficult rule, so it’s only fair that the stake is high”
“But bentos are already old fashion, don’t you think?” She knows her argument is pretty weak and unbelievable since she often makes bento for him.
“It’s not old-fashioned. Sayori-san has a bento everyday” He reasoned out, referring to his trainer. “It even has heart shaped veggies and sweet note tuck with it.” he adds in a very childish manner.
This made Masami laugh even more. Having met Sayori-san, she knows for a fact that the trainer is married. It’s not odd to have a bento if you’re married, with your wife doing the bento along with your children’s. But in Yamapi’s case, he is an idol who lives alone and is suppose to be single. But she let it go, there are guys who make their own bentos... she suppose?
“Hai.. ii yo.. You’ll get a massage, dinner and a bento for a week if you win. Deal?”
“DEAL!” Yamapi yelled for the second time around.
But before he could indulge in some fantasy about his massage later, Masami have more surprise in store for him.
“Demo if you lose.. you can’t kiss me for a month.”
“WHAT?! NO KISSING FOR A MONTH?!” the whole gymnasium echoed with Yamapi’s outburst.
Masami merely nods at him with very amuse smile.
“How about this: If I win you give me a massage and if you win I’ll give you a kiss” he bargains, knowing he is on the losing side.
“Ya-da~”
Okay so he knows that won’t work. Knowing Masami’s nature, she would surely not let him kiss her for a month. The deal was already sealed. Not once but TWICE.
“But Ma-tan.. this is unfair…” He gave his best puppy dog eye, but to no avail. Masami ignored him, even crossed her arms across her chest.
“Who was the one who said that it’s only fair that the stake is high?”
This is why he lets Kei-chan lead their talk part. He keeps in mind not to say ‘deal’ without knowing everything.. and he means every sweet detail. But then it remains a question whether Yamashita Tomohisa could see through Masami’s tricks in the future.
“Wanna back out?”
“Zenzen..” [Absolutely not] He knows he can’t back out now, because that would mean instant defeat. He might as well give it a shot, right?
He was startled when she suddenly blew a whistle. Where did she get a whistle in the first place? “Game starto!”
He does some stretching again, before standing at the three-point arch. Masami was standing at the side near the ring, which he could not decide if it was helping his situation at all. Of course seeing her there is giving him motivation but those legs are enticingly distracting.
First Ball. He jumps, shoots…… and scores!.
“Yosha!!!” He pumps his fist in the air. See, he could do it. It was sloppy shot, but he scored a point and that what matters. He turns to Masami to see her reaction as she hands him the ball.
“Lucky Shot!” she hollers still with a teasing smile.
“Just you watch and see!” He positioned and dribbles with a confident stance.
Second Ball: He aims, jumps shoots and.. Fails.. Damn! The ball did not even hit the board.
“Pi-tan..you’re too stiff, relax you shoulder then shoot. And Pi-tan the ring is over there “ she points at the obvious. It was not his fault she is much pleasing to look at than the unforgiving basket.
“Mou~ why shorts?” he grumbles to himself, for the very first time he would prefer to see her wearing something that would cover those flawless legs. She gives him the ball back while he eyes the basket with much remorse. He gave her a quick nod and dribbles the ball once again.
Third Ball: Following what she said he aims, jump and shoot the ball. It hit the ring and entered. Score!
“Yatta!” Regaining his confidence back he did a silly victory dance, which made Masami laugh heartily.
“You just need one more point Pi-tan!” She cheered, much to his delight.
“Yosh, let’s finish this! I’m hungry!” He gave her a wink, so sure about his next shot.
Fourth Ball: Once again he aims, jump and shoot! But the ball soar towards the ring with too much force causing it to hit the metal ring and bounce back.
Yamapi’s lips twitch disappointment. Looks like his luck just run out.
“Ahhh-ah… Mou~ Moshikashite [could it be].. Pi-tan don’t mind losing.. After all he has two beautiful ladies to kiss for the next few months…” Masami said feigning interest, as she scrutinizes her fingernails to avoid looking at him.
“Are?!.. Ma-tan are you jealous?”
“Arimasen” [Not at all] Came her short reply, but he smiles knowingly. Oh he knows her well enough to know that she’s a tad bit jealous after he told her about those on-screen kiss. A naughty smile formed in Pi’s lips, as he sees his chance.
“Ja, let’s forget about this bet and have dinner...” he slowly suggested.
“Yada. Now shoot, remember if you lose, YOU can’t kiss ME for a month.”
“Hai~” He nervously dribbles the ball, feeling the heavy weight of bet on his heart.
Fifth Ball: Beads of sweat starting to form in his forehead, as he concentrates on the basket in front of him. He recalls everything the coach taught him, feet about shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent and back straight. The ball rest on his right hand, while the left support the side of the ball. He aims, extended his bended knees and let the ball rolls off his fingertips while his wrist completes a full downward flex motion. He held his breath as the ball glide beautifully towards the basket… and enters.
A Perfect Shot!
“Yatta!!!” He runs toward squealing Masami, and lift her up for an embrace. “Hora!? Hora!? I could do three-point shot! I could do a three point-shot! I love you so much! I could kiss you for as much as I want. No one month rule..And you promise to ma~”
Masami put a finger at his lips to stop him from rambling on, and then decide that her lips would do much better.
“You talk too much.” She sweetly whispers before claiming his lips. He kisses her back without putting her down, as her hands caress his hair. The kiss becomes deep and intense until they have to break for air.
“See.. I told you could do it.. so stop worrying okay?”
“Hai~” He replied obediently as he sets her down.
Yamapi quickly freshen up and change into his own clothes. They were walking out the gymnasium hand in hand when Yamapi brought out the subject again.
“ Ne~ If I actually lose, you really won’t let me kiss you for a month?”
“Unn”
“Honto ni?” [Truly?]
“Unn”
“Zettai ni??” [Absolutely?]
“Hai.. ”
“Sou ka….” Pi said, looking like a deprived child.
“Hontoni. Zettai ni. Kisu wo suru koto ga…Dekimasen!” [Can not kiss me!] Masami reiterate happily, while Pi sulk more.
“You don’t get it do you?” she ask after a moment of silence. “Ah-aaah Pi-tan nani mo wakatanai..” [Pi-ta don’t understand anything]
He stops in his tracks, while Masami continued her steps
“Eh? Nani?” Now he is confused. Those were the words he never want to hear from her. Just as Kenzo’s heart broke by that line, his heart would probably be shattered right now, save to Masami’s light and teasing tone.
She turned around to face him, and lovingly gaze at his frowning boyfriend. “”Pi-tan is not allowed to kiss Ma-tan.. demo..”
Pi’s lip slowly curves into a sly smile as the meaning sink into him. Clever girl. Before he realizes it, she was standing in front of her. And without word showed him what would happened if he had lose their bet.
Overview: Yamapi is stress out about his shooting skill while Masami proposed a bet. What is at stake and who will lose?
Length: 2,525 Words
Genre: Romance & Fluff, Comedy i think? and if you squint with a wink its mystery too. Haha >_<
Type: Ficlet
Character: Masami and Yamapi
Note: Here's the 2nd ficlet inspired by Buzzer Beat. It's been sitting in my document for a while now and I was finally able to edit it now. This is especially dedicated to An-chan, in replacement of my promised fanfic with Rina and bag (if you still remember that one). Hope this one cheer you up. ^_^ And its my first time making a poster using photoshop, its a bit rushed poster but I guess it would do ne~ Enjoy reading ^^
“You could do it Pii-tan!!” Masami’s cheer fills Yamapi’s mind as he concentrate on the ring with a very serious expression on his face. He was standing merely inches away from the arch of the court as he aims for a three-point shot. Putting much strength on his wrist, he shoots the ball.
The ball flies with ease at a very fast speed. But instead of entering the basket it hits the board full force, making it to bounce back twice the original speed.
Yamapi groans in frustration. He feels defeated as he bends down, hands resting on his knees with head hung low. He was tired, he could feel body aching all over, an oncoming head ache and to top it all he still can’t manage to do a three-point shoot. Damnit! It’s been a long time since he played basketball. He hates to admit but his shooting skill is already rusty. He certainly doesn’t want to be the reason for the delay in the shooting with his upcoming basketball themed drama. A special trainer was even provided for him to act like a pro-basketball player. His training ended fifteen minutes ago, but he is determined to be in top form before Buzzer Beat starts filming. This is the exact reason why he is now alone inside the spacious gymnasium, still practicing.
“Ganbatte Pii-tan!” he recounts Masami’s sweet voice. He bears it in mind, drawing strength from it. She called an hour ago, asking how his practice was going. As soon as he hears her voice, he can’t help but share out his worries with her. She always had this ability to calm him down and encourage him when he starts to be unsure of himself. How he wishes she was here with him right now.
He could feel beads sweat trickle down the side of face while he catch his breath. The resonating echo of the ball bouncing at the gym’s floor rings at his ears, as if taunting him for his failed shoot. But the abrupt silence made him slightly look up, his gaze fall on the ball with a sneaker on top of it, preventing it to roll away. His gaze went further up the long flawless legs to the short shorts and lingered there for a moment. A smile made its way to his frowning face. His gaze traveled to the short shorts she’s wearing up to the simple T-shirt that fits her curve perfectly. Finally his eyes rest on the smiling face of Masami.
“Let’s play!” was Masami’s greeting as she picks up the ball and start dribbling it. The sound of bouncing ball in a steady beat once again fills the entire gym. The image of Masami dribbling with practice ease in front of him made all his exhaustion fades into thin air.
“You’ll break a nail.”
Masami dismiss his teasing with a cute pout. He stood there in awe as Masami runs toward the ring, still dribbling the ball and doing a lay-up that actually enters the ring. He could not help but admire her all over again. Unlike the other ladies he knows, who only care about how they look, Masami have no qualms getting a bit sweaty and dirty making her fun to be with. And yet she looks just as beautiful and poise with whatever look she’s in.
Masami gave him a challenging look.
“Afraid to lose?” She teased back when he just stand there looking, or more like gaping at her. Yamapi is never the one to back down on any challenge, he runs toward her attempting to snatch the ball. But Masami is alert and quickly turn her back at Yamapi, using her slender body to block his arms. She kept giggling with her boyfriend’s feeble attempts. He was obviously going easy on her, maybe afraid on hitting and hurting her in some way. But Masami was not to be underestimated, with a blood of a sportsman running through her veins; she was gifted with a very agile body. Not to mention the ballet and swimming lesson she had.
After a few failed attempts, Yamapi finally realize that Masami was being serious. Those long weeks of intensive training are not for nothing. In a blink of eye he did a suave spin, maneuver in front of Masami and breeze towards her. But instead of going for the ball, his hands went around her waist and lift her up the ground. The ball slips past her fingers and bounce away, forgotten.
“Cho-choto!” Masami yelp, surprise at Yamapi’s sudden action. She leans closer to her as her hand swiftly went to his shoulder for support.
“Mou~ Pii-tan your cheating!”
He gazes up her, with a triumph look. “I win”
She tries to wriggle her way down, but Yamapi is holding her firmly with his strong arm. Masami look down at him, her long hair cascading down his face. She gave his nose a playful pinch and said “Hai.. hai.. now put me down”
Once he let her down, she went to pick up the ball that had rolled near the seats. “Let’s make a bet.”
“Nani?” Yamapi’s eyes lit up as he hears the word ‘bet’. They often play some silly harmless bets, which are fun, despite the fact that the loser would mostly be him.
“Let’s make a bet if you could make 3 shoot out of 5” She states as she suddenly toss the ball at him. Although taken by surprise, he manages to catch it. But his soft ‘off’ did not miss Masami’s ear, earning a soft laugh from her.
“Of course I could!” Yamapi dribble the balls, as if proving his point. “Yosh! This is easy. DEAL!!” He gave her a thumps up followed by a charming wink.
Masami giggles. Eyes twinkling mischievously.“It should be a three point shot”
“EH!!? But you know I fail with 3-points shots.” Of course there’s a catch. He should have recognized that smile of hers.
“Exactly”
“Mou~ don’t tease me Ma-tan..”
“If you win I’ll give you a massage later…” She was giving him an encouraging smile, while making a hand motion as if doing a massage. But he is not convinced. He could sense something, he just can’t figure it out..
But the idea of a massage from Masami after a long day of practice is warming up to him. It would be a very lovely price.
“Massage with home-cooked dinner later…” He bargains, trying his luck.
“Ok, massage and a home-cooked dinner then if you want.”
Tempting… the bet is getting really interesting. Yamapi’s smile widen, since it looks like he is having his way, he might as well as push it.
“And a bento for rest of the week.” Ok maybe he is pushing it too much. His special training would be done by the end of the week, and he’s sure that it would a tedious days ahead for him. Of course he needs to have a well balanced and nutritious lunch. Well aside from the more obvious reason.
“Choto! Don’t you think that’s a bit too much?” Masami was frowning, and he is starting to regret it. Massage and a dinner are already wonderful enough. But he started it already, he might as well continue.
“You gave a difficult rule, so it’s only fair that the stake is high”
“But bentos are already old fashion, don’t you think?” She knows her argument is pretty weak and unbelievable since she often makes bento for him.
“It’s not old-fashioned. Sayori-san has a bento everyday” He reasoned out, referring to his trainer. “It even has heart shaped veggies and sweet note tuck with it.” he adds in a very childish manner.
This made Masami laugh even more. Having met Sayori-san, she knows for a fact that the trainer is married. It’s not odd to have a bento if you’re married, with your wife doing the bento along with your children’s. But in Yamapi’s case, he is an idol who lives alone and is suppose to be single. But she let it go, there are guys who make their own bentos... she suppose?
“Hai.. ii yo.. You’ll get a massage, dinner and a bento for a week if you win. Deal?”
“DEAL!” Yamapi yelled for the second time around.
But before he could indulge in some fantasy about his massage later, Masami have more surprise in store for him.
“Demo if you lose.. you can’t kiss me for a month.”
“WHAT?! NO KISSING FOR A MONTH?!” the whole gymnasium echoed with Yamapi’s outburst.
Masami merely nods at him with very amuse smile.
“How about this: If I win you give me a massage and if you win I’ll give you a kiss” he bargains, knowing he is on the losing side.
“Ya-da~”
Okay so he knows that won’t work. Knowing Masami’s nature, she would surely not let him kiss her for a month. The deal was already sealed. Not once but TWICE.
“But Ma-tan.. this is unfair…” He gave his best puppy dog eye, but to no avail. Masami ignored him, even crossed her arms across her chest.
“Who was the one who said that it’s only fair that the stake is high?”
This is why he lets Kei-chan lead their talk part. He keeps in mind not to say ‘deal’ without knowing everything.. and he means every sweet detail. But then it remains a question whether Yamashita Tomohisa could see through Masami’s tricks in the future.
“Wanna back out?”
“Zenzen..” [Absolutely not] He knows he can’t back out now, because that would mean instant defeat. He might as well give it a shot, right?
He was startled when she suddenly blew a whistle. Where did she get a whistle in the first place? “Game starto!”
He does some stretching again, before standing at the three-point arch. Masami was standing at the side near the ring, which he could not decide if it was helping his situation at all. Of course seeing her there is giving him motivation but those legs are enticingly distracting.
First Ball. He jumps, shoots…… and scores!.
“Yosha!!!” He pumps his fist in the air. See, he could do it. It was sloppy shot, but he scored a point and that what matters. He turns to Masami to see her reaction as she hands him the ball.
“Lucky Shot!” she hollers still with a teasing smile.
“Just you watch and see!” He positioned and dribbles with a confident stance.
Second Ball: He aims, jumps shoots and.. Fails.. Damn! The ball did not even hit the board.
“Pi-tan..you’re too stiff, relax you shoulder then shoot. And Pi-tan the ring is over there “ she points at the obvious. It was not his fault she is much pleasing to look at than the unforgiving basket.
“Mou~ why shorts?” he grumbles to himself, for the very first time he would prefer to see her wearing something that would cover those flawless legs. She gives him the ball back while he eyes the basket with much remorse. He gave her a quick nod and dribbles the ball once again.
Third Ball: Following what she said he aims, jump and shoot the ball. It hit the ring and entered. Score!
“Yatta!” Regaining his confidence back he did a silly victory dance, which made Masami laugh heartily.
“You just need one more point Pi-tan!” She cheered, much to his delight.
“Yosh, let’s finish this! I’m hungry!” He gave her a wink, so sure about his next shot.
Fourth Ball: Once again he aims, jump and shoot! But the ball soar towards the ring with too much force causing it to hit the metal ring and bounce back.
Yamapi’s lips twitch disappointment. Looks like his luck just run out.
“Ahhh-ah… Mou~ Moshikashite [could it be].. Pi-tan don’t mind losing.. After all he has two beautiful ladies to kiss for the next few months…” Masami said feigning interest, as she scrutinizes her fingernails to avoid looking at him.
“Are?!.. Ma-tan are you jealous?”
“Arimasen” [Not at all] Came her short reply, but he smiles knowingly. Oh he knows her well enough to know that she’s a tad bit jealous after he told her about those on-screen kiss. A naughty smile formed in Pi’s lips, as he sees his chance.
“Ja, let’s forget about this bet and have dinner...” he slowly suggested.
“Yada. Now shoot, remember if you lose, YOU can’t kiss ME for a month.”
“Hai~” He nervously dribbles the ball, feeling the heavy weight of bet on his heart.
Fifth Ball: Beads of sweat starting to form in his forehead, as he concentrates on the basket in front of him. He recalls everything the coach taught him, feet about shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent and back straight. The ball rest on his right hand, while the left support the side of the ball. He aims, extended his bended knees and let the ball rolls off his fingertips while his wrist completes a full downward flex motion. He held his breath as the ball glide beautifully towards the basket… and enters.
A Perfect Shot!
“Yatta!!!” He runs toward squealing Masami, and lift her up for an embrace. “Hora!? Hora!? I could do three-point shot! I could do a three point-shot! I love you so much! I could kiss you for as much as I want. No one month rule..And you promise to ma~”
Masami put a finger at his lips to stop him from rambling on, and then decide that her lips would do much better.
“You talk too much.” She sweetly whispers before claiming his lips. He kisses her back without putting her down, as her hands caress his hair. The kiss becomes deep and intense until they have to break for air.
“See.. I told you could do it.. so stop worrying okay?”
“Hai~” He replied obediently as he sets her down.
Yamapi quickly freshen up and change into his own clothes. They were walking out the gymnasium hand in hand when Yamapi brought out the subject again.
“ Ne~ If I actually lose, you really won’t let me kiss you for a month?”
“Unn”
“Honto ni?” [Truly?]
“Unn”
“Zettai ni??” [Absolutely?]
“Hai.. ”
“Sou ka….” Pi said, looking like a deprived child.
“Hontoni. Zettai ni. Kisu wo suru koto ga…Dekimasen!” [Can not kiss me!] Masami reiterate happily, while Pi sulk more.
“You don’t get it do you?” she ask after a moment of silence. “Ah-aaah Pi-tan nani mo wakatanai..” [Pi-ta don’t understand anything]
He stops in his tracks, while Masami continued her steps
“Eh? Nani?” Now he is confused. Those were the words he never want to hear from her. Just as Kenzo’s heart broke by that line, his heart would probably be shattered right now, save to Masami’s light and teasing tone.
She turned around to face him, and lovingly gaze at his frowning boyfriend. “”Pi-tan is not allowed to kiss Ma-tan.. demo..”
Pi’s lip slowly curves into a sly smile as the meaning sink into him. Clever girl. Before he realizes it, she was standing in front of her. And without word showed him what would happened if he had lose their bet.