One Date to Charm You [1shot]
Title: One Date to Charm You [1shot]
Author: Franny-piee!
Genre: Fluff/Crack
Rating: PG
Words: 2473
Pairings: Hikato
Summary: Keito the crackpot weirdo and Hikaru the normal kid just don't get along, or do they?
A/N: MY COMEBACK FIC! After being totally inactive on my forte_tsuki account, I have come back with a less retarded username and a wider vocabulary. :D
`~`
Okamoto Keito pranced through the hallways of Koikiku high school, flapping and twirling his arms around, accidentally slapping innocent bystanders who had to witness his chaotic eccentricity. He had been doing this all throughout the lunch period the instant he finished his tiny loaf of cream filled bread. He raced from his classroom from the bottom of the building to the roof above the third floor, sprinting up the stairs and skipping every other step. You could say that he was the school goofball.
Yaotome Hikaru, on the other hand, sat calmly in his chair, chatting with his friends about the fastest cars and the coolest looking jackets in Tokyo today. He often sat with his two pals Yabu Kota and Inoo Kei. Every day was the same thing for them: sitting in the classroom, eating their bentos, chatting about the most useless things, and occasionally doing homework.
The bell rang, signaling for lunchtime to end. All the students of the school rushed back to their classes, too aware of the fact that if they were late, the teachers would make them stand outside with heavy metal buckets of water for ten minutes, a punishment for those who defy school authority.
As the students of class 3-A got settled into their seats and the teacher started scribbling notes on the board, mad stomping was heard outside the classrooms. The whole floor almost shook like an earthquake.
All of a sudden, the door flew open as a boy triumphantly marched through. Unfortunately, the door bounced back and sandwiched the boy between the doors.
“Itaaai! Sorry I’m late, sensei! I was trying to catch this thing on the roof!” The boy announced proudly, revealing a little ladybug that crawled around in his hand. Unfortunately, the ladybug took the opportunity to fly out the door and out into the hallway, leaving the boy somewhat depressed.
“Whatever, just sit down Okamoto-kun.” The teacher said dejectedly. Keito did as he was told.
Halfway through the last subject of the day, the class was dead, dozing off into the heat of the Summer air, neglecting whatever the teacher was saying, not that it was of any importance. Hikaru sat by the window which had its upsides and downsides. He was grateful that he could look out the window and see the bright sky with its vast majesty and the schoolyard’s nature. But he was upset that it was Summer and sunlight hit him with great intensity.
Kill me, thought the burning boy. Hikaru looked around the classroom for something interesting to stare at, and indeed he did. He found the Okamoto boy on the other side of the room with a desk piled with green origami frogs. Hikaru raised one eyebrow, confused about everything that could possibly run through the boy’s head. Damn weirdo. Keito finished folding the last of his green origami paper, stood up abruptly, and threw the paper frogs in every direction screaming, “IT’S RAINING SLIMY STUFF!”
The entire class woke up to Keito’s sudden outburst and looked around confusedly. The teacher, obviously angry at Keito’s sudden but frequent outbursts, threw her chalk at Keito’s head. Hikaru, overjoyed by the teacher’s retaliation, jumped up and screamed, “That’s whatcha get doofus!”
“Okamoto Keito and Yaotome Hikaru, you two get afterschool cleaning duties for today!” The teacher announced with fuming ears.
“What? Why me? It was Okamoto that was folding all the damn frogs!” Hikaru pointed at Keito furiously.
“You get afterschool cleaning duties too for jumping up like that and adding to Okamoto-kun’s shame!”
I don’t think the idiot feels any shame, Hikaru thought. But he said not another word and sat down calmly.
The bell rang once again and every student bursted out the school building, out the gate, and toward their respective homes. It was like an abandoned warehouse in the building: quiet, calm, and sort of eerie. Hikaru was sweeping up all the dust and trash in his classroom while Keito stood by the window, clapping the chalkboard erasers, sneezing every few seconds.
"What a nice day today, right, Hikar-ahhchoooo!" Keito said gaily and sneezed.
"Oh shut it. You shouldn't even be calling me by my first name." Hikaru replied coldly.
"Oh have a heart buddy! We're in the same class and we do homework together!"
"Being in the same class doesn't mean we're friends and we don't do homework together. You ran out of friends to copy homework from so you came to me."
"Suit yourself gurrl-frann." Keito said in a high feminine voice. Hikaru just rolled his eyes and went back to cleaning.
Keito stepped out of the classroom for a bit to wash his hands. Hikaru went into the closet next to the classroom to get some window cleaner and paper towels. His cellphone buzzed in his pocket. Hikaru flipped open his phone. It was a text from Takaki.
Hey buddy! Guess what? Inoo and I just got numbers from these two really cute girls at the convenience store and we're gonna have a double date tomorrow! Hurry up and get yourself a man, Hikaru!
Hikaru shut his phone and cursed softly. He grabbed the window cleaner and paper towels and shut the closet door behind him muttering, "I need a boyfriend."
"YOU CAME OUT OF THE CLOSET!" Keito jumped up from across the hall and shouted. Hikaru threw the window cleaner and towels into the air in shock, only to have it come crashing down on his head hard.
"Whaaa?" Hikaru rubbed his noggin gently. Keito helped him up with a giddy look on his face.
"You came out of the closet! It means you're gay! Yay! Gay!"
"I'm not gay, go away." Hikaru swatted the air in front of Keito.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"OKAY I AM..." Hikaru sighed deeply, "I'm gay."
There was a slight pause before anyone spoke again.
"Really? I was just messing with you..." Keito said.
"AUUUGGGHHH!" Hikaru fell back down.
"Hey I'm really sorry but I honestly had no idea." Keito helped Hikaru back up and apologized in the most sincerest voice he could muster up. Apparently, Keito's serious voice sounded deep, sweet, and it vibrated with all the tranquility and amity in the world. It was the kind of voice that you would fall in love with in less than a heartbeat.
"It's alright. My fault for being so uptight about it," Hikaru and Keito quietly started cleaning the windows in the classroom, "And I'd like it if you didn't tell anyone."
"No problem... but can I ask why you're gay?"
"Well I don't wanna go in depth, but let's just say I have trouble on dates." Hikaru said somewhat timidly. Keito noticed that Hikaru didn't sound as menacing as he usually did and his face eased into soft shade of red. Keito tried to repress the grin creeping onto his face.
"I bet you do great on dates, so great that you could get a boyfriend in one date." Keito joked... or is he?
"Naw, that's impossible." Hikaru pitied himself, although Keito noticed a grin creeping onto the latter's face.
"I bet you 2000 yen that if we went on a date, I'd accept you as a boyfriend, cross my heart and hope to die... well I don't wanna die but you catch my drift." Keito challenged happily.
"Are you kidding?" Hikaru asked in disbelief.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"All the time." Keito smacked Hikaru upside the head jokingly who just smiled endearingly. The two laughed heartily. But that moment, that minute moment in which two people just smile at each other, could last for hours. And those hours would be the best hours of someone's life because it was so peaceful and soothing, it could calm the most rampant of storms.
"So how about it? I'll treat you to afternoon brunch tomorrow and we'll hang out until sunset." Keito assured Hikaru with a flash of that captivating smile.
"Alright." Hikaru nodded and shook Keito's hand like a man... not that he wasn't a guy.
The two exchanged phone numbers and addresses with ease. For some reason, Hikaru didn't hate Keito as much anymore. What is this odd feeling in his chest?
`~`
The next day, Hikaru sat by the window in a little cafe right before the hustle and bustle started in downtown Tokyo. He had been waiting for 5 minutes. Suddenly, a text buzzed.
Hey, I'm gonna be a bit late but I have a fabulous reason.
Hikaru smiled and texted back.
And what's that?
Suddenly, Hikaru felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up, and to his surprise, Keito was standing over his shoulder with a little plush froggie charm. Hikaru accepted the gift with an amused smile, attaching it onto his phone which already had a little snake charm dangling from it. Keito quickly settled into his seat across from Hikaru. Keito ordered a Honeybush Tea with Buttermilk crumpets which came with blueberry, raspberry, and grape jam. Hikaru ordered a cappuccino and chocolate and cream crepe. The food looked so grand, Hikaru almost felt guilty to eat such beauty.
"Where'd you get that little snake charm anyway?" Keito asked as took a small sip of his tea.
"Well, I don't want to tell a depressing story, but I went out with this girl for a year, turns out she was just waiting for her boyfriend to come back from England."
Keito's eyes studied Hikaru feverishly. He saw how Hikaru's breathing slowed down to a near-death rate. He saw how quickly Hikaru's gleeful smile dropped into an abyss of fear. He saw how Hikaru's twinkling eyes dimmed down to a darkness so intense and horrendous, the devil himself would scamper away in fear. It may only be a broken heart, but a broken heart can equal a shattered window, a window to look through and see the beauty of love and eternal happiness.
Keito felt the urge to stand up abruptly, pull Hikaru into his arms, look deep into his scarred eyes, and embrace him with all the love his heart could pour out. Keito had the love, the passion, the need to love someone as deserving as Hikaru. But Hikaru didn't deserve to get his heart broken, Hikaru deserved something more valuable than all the riches in the world. A true love. He deserved Keito, the one who could find a smile in Hikaru in the darkest of times, the one could read him like a master poet, the one who could give anything and everything to someone as deserving as him.
But alas, Hikaru didn't know this yet.
"You know, Hikaru," Keito started, "this cafe is called Black & White for a reason. It was started by a British and France couple who were totally different and hated each other at first. The guy was a total goofball, the girl was serious as heck. The guy was a couch potato, the girl worked almost constantly. But then they realized that they complete each other, fill in the imperfections. They got married, opened up a cafe in England, and their cafe got so popular it franchised around the world."
Hikaru pondered over this little story. He felt like there was some sort of subliminal message in Keito telling him the background of this cafe.
"Hikaru? Anyone home?" Keito spoke and Hikaru was knocked out of his daze.
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that." Hikaru sipped his cappuniccino.
"Oh I just noticed I've been calling you Hikaru! I'm so sorry I wasn't supposed to call you by your first name! I swear I'm so-"
"It's okay, Keito! You can call me Hikaru. And I can call you Keito, right?" Hikaru asked.
Keito nodded and then the two shared a smile, a smile so endearing, it was ingrained into their mind forever.
`~`
The rest of the day went as smooth as ice.
Keito and Hikaru sat in the cafe longer than expected, chatting aimlessly about the most meaningless things like the fastest cars, the coolest jackets, and how amazing the desserts are at the cafe because they are so cheap yet so delectable that your mouth melts before you even taste it.
Afterward, Hikaru and Keito took a long stroll in the park, somehow getting into a heated game of apples to apples, laughing like no one else was there, which was a bit frightening because tons of people were around them, staring at the two laugh like demented asylum escapees. But that's the beauty of dating a psycho, right?
Finally, the two sat down at a bench to calm themselves from laughing.
"Damn, I probably grew a 6-pack from laughing so much!" Hikaru exclaimed.
"Yeah? Well I probably grew a 12-pack from watching you suffocate from laughing! You sounded like a little monkey!"
"At least I don't laugh like I have bananas stuffed in my mouth!"
"Yeah, cause it's up your butt!"
The two calmed down and held each other's hands, caressing the baby soft skin, feeling a speeding rush of euphoria at the touch. Electricity sparked between them like how thunder and lightning compliments each other to create a dazzling thunder storm. Nobody could understand the kind of relationship Keito and Hikaru shared, because if you tried to, you'd get so jealous you might kill yourself.
"You know, Keito, I never thought I'd come out and say this so bluntly, but," Hikaru took a deep breath, "I love you."
"I love you too, Hikaru, and I'm not gonna make a crack joke right after this... although I just think I did." Keito smiled.
Hikaru and Keito moved closer to each other and their lips met, like fluffy pillows pressing against each other, a comfort that could melt a mountain. Their lips pulled away with a smack as they opened their eyes.
"Before this love story gets any mushier," Keito said and held out his hand at Hikaru.
"Crap, I was hoping you'd forget." Hikaru frowned and slapped 2000 yen in Keito's open hand.
"Pleasure doing business with you kind sir." Keito said in the best mock British voice.
Hikaru took out his phone and looked at it for a second. He grabbed the snake charm tightly, yanked it off forcefully, and tossed it into the trashcan nonchalantly.
"What was that for?" Keito asked bewilderingly.
Hikaru leaned in forward and pressed his lips tightly on Keito's, sliding his tongue into the latter's mouth, letting them dance and prance and swirl around like sparks of fire floating into the wilderness air. Senses heightened and everything seemed louder, brighter, and dizzying. And the best part about it is that Hikaru took the initiative to French it up. Hikaru leaned away from Keito, smiled, caressed his arm, and said...
"That was for you."
`~`
Author: Franny-piee!
Genre: Fluff/Crack
Rating: PG
Words: 2473
Pairings: Hikato
Summary: Keito the crackpot weirdo and Hikaru the normal kid just don't get along, or do they?
A/N: MY COMEBACK FIC! After being totally inactive on my forte_tsuki account, I have come back with a less retarded username and a wider vocabulary. :D
`~`
Okamoto Keito pranced through the hallways of Koikiku high school, flapping and twirling his arms around, accidentally slapping innocent bystanders who had to witness his chaotic eccentricity. He had been doing this all throughout the lunch period the instant he finished his tiny loaf of cream filled bread. He raced from his classroom from the bottom of the building to the roof above the third floor, sprinting up the stairs and skipping every other step. You could say that he was the school goofball.
Yaotome Hikaru, on the other hand, sat calmly in his chair, chatting with his friends about the fastest cars and the coolest looking jackets in Tokyo today. He often sat with his two pals Yabu Kota and Inoo Kei. Every day was the same thing for them: sitting in the classroom, eating their bentos, chatting about the most useless things, and occasionally doing homework.
The bell rang, signaling for lunchtime to end. All the students of the school rushed back to their classes, too aware of the fact that if they were late, the teachers would make them stand outside with heavy metal buckets of water for ten minutes, a punishment for those who defy school authority.
As the students of class 3-A got settled into their seats and the teacher started scribbling notes on the board, mad stomping was heard outside the classrooms. The whole floor almost shook like an earthquake.
All of a sudden, the door flew open as a boy triumphantly marched through. Unfortunately, the door bounced back and sandwiched the boy between the doors.
“Itaaai! Sorry I’m late, sensei! I was trying to catch this thing on the roof!” The boy announced proudly, revealing a little ladybug that crawled around in his hand. Unfortunately, the ladybug took the opportunity to fly out the door and out into the hallway, leaving the boy somewhat depressed.
“Whatever, just sit down Okamoto-kun.” The teacher said dejectedly. Keito did as he was told.
Halfway through the last subject of the day, the class was dead, dozing off into the heat of the Summer air, neglecting whatever the teacher was saying, not that it was of any importance. Hikaru sat by the window which had its upsides and downsides. He was grateful that he could look out the window and see the bright sky with its vast majesty and the schoolyard’s nature. But he was upset that it was Summer and sunlight hit him with great intensity.
Kill me, thought the burning boy. Hikaru looked around the classroom for something interesting to stare at, and indeed he did. He found the Okamoto boy on the other side of the room with a desk piled with green origami frogs. Hikaru raised one eyebrow, confused about everything that could possibly run through the boy’s head. Damn weirdo. Keito finished folding the last of his green origami paper, stood up abruptly, and threw the paper frogs in every direction screaming, “IT’S RAINING SLIMY STUFF!”
The entire class woke up to Keito’s sudden outburst and looked around confusedly. The teacher, obviously angry at Keito’s sudden but frequent outbursts, threw her chalk at Keito’s head. Hikaru, overjoyed by the teacher’s retaliation, jumped up and screamed, “That’s whatcha get doofus!”
“Okamoto Keito and Yaotome Hikaru, you two get afterschool cleaning duties for today!” The teacher announced with fuming ears.
“What? Why me? It was Okamoto that was folding all the damn frogs!” Hikaru pointed at Keito furiously.
“You get afterschool cleaning duties too for jumping up like that and adding to Okamoto-kun’s shame!”
I don’t think the idiot feels any shame, Hikaru thought. But he said not another word and sat down calmly.
The bell rang once again and every student bursted out the school building, out the gate, and toward their respective homes. It was like an abandoned warehouse in the building: quiet, calm, and sort of eerie. Hikaru was sweeping up all the dust and trash in his classroom while Keito stood by the window, clapping the chalkboard erasers, sneezing every few seconds.
"What a nice day today, right, Hikar-ahhchoooo!" Keito said gaily and sneezed.
"Oh shut it. You shouldn't even be calling me by my first name." Hikaru replied coldly.
"Oh have a heart buddy! We're in the same class and we do homework together!"
"Being in the same class doesn't mean we're friends and we don't do homework together. You ran out of friends to copy homework from so you came to me."
"Suit yourself gurrl-frann." Keito said in a high feminine voice. Hikaru just rolled his eyes and went back to cleaning.
Keito stepped out of the classroom for a bit to wash his hands. Hikaru went into the closet next to the classroom to get some window cleaner and paper towels. His cellphone buzzed in his pocket. Hikaru flipped open his phone. It was a text from Takaki.
Hey buddy! Guess what? Inoo and I just got numbers from these two really cute girls at the convenience store and we're gonna have a double date tomorrow! Hurry up and get yourself a man, Hikaru!
Hikaru shut his phone and cursed softly. He grabbed the window cleaner and paper towels and shut the closet door behind him muttering, "I need a boyfriend."
"YOU CAME OUT OF THE CLOSET!" Keito jumped up from across the hall and shouted. Hikaru threw the window cleaner and towels into the air in shock, only to have it come crashing down on his head hard.
"Whaaa?" Hikaru rubbed his noggin gently. Keito helped him up with a giddy look on his face.
"You came out of the closet! It means you're gay! Yay! Gay!"
"I'm not gay, go away." Hikaru swatted the air in front of Keito.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"OKAY I AM..." Hikaru sighed deeply, "I'm gay."
There was a slight pause before anyone spoke again.
"Really? I was just messing with you..." Keito said.
"AUUUGGGHHH!" Hikaru fell back down.
"Hey I'm really sorry but I honestly had no idea." Keito helped Hikaru back up and apologized in the most sincerest voice he could muster up. Apparently, Keito's serious voice sounded deep, sweet, and it vibrated with all the tranquility and amity in the world. It was the kind of voice that you would fall in love with in less than a heartbeat.
"It's alright. My fault for being so uptight about it," Hikaru and Keito quietly started cleaning the windows in the classroom, "And I'd like it if you didn't tell anyone."
"No problem... but can I ask why you're gay?"
"Well I don't wanna go in depth, but let's just say I have trouble on dates." Hikaru said somewhat timidly. Keito noticed that Hikaru didn't sound as menacing as he usually did and his face eased into soft shade of red. Keito tried to repress the grin creeping onto his face.
"I bet you do great on dates, so great that you could get a boyfriend in one date." Keito joked... or is he?
"Naw, that's impossible." Hikaru pitied himself, although Keito noticed a grin creeping onto the latter's face.
"I bet you 2000 yen that if we went on a date, I'd accept you as a boyfriend, cross my heart and hope to die... well I don't wanna die but you catch my drift." Keito challenged happily.
"Are you kidding?" Hikaru asked in disbelief.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"All the time." Keito smacked Hikaru upside the head jokingly who just smiled endearingly. The two laughed heartily. But that moment, that minute moment in which two people just smile at each other, could last for hours. And those hours would be the best hours of someone's life because it was so peaceful and soothing, it could calm the most rampant of storms.
"So how about it? I'll treat you to afternoon brunch tomorrow and we'll hang out until sunset." Keito assured Hikaru with a flash of that captivating smile.
"Alright." Hikaru nodded and shook Keito's hand like a man... not that he wasn't a guy.
The two exchanged phone numbers and addresses with ease. For some reason, Hikaru didn't hate Keito as much anymore. What is this odd feeling in his chest?
`~`
The next day, Hikaru sat by the window in a little cafe right before the hustle and bustle started in downtown Tokyo. He had been waiting for 5 minutes. Suddenly, a text buzzed.
Hey, I'm gonna be a bit late but I have a fabulous reason.
Hikaru smiled and texted back.
And what's that?
Suddenly, Hikaru felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up, and to his surprise, Keito was standing over his shoulder with a little plush froggie charm. Hikaru accepted the gift with an amused smile, attaching it onto his phone which already had a little snake charm dangling from it. Keito quickly settled into his seat across from Hikaru. Keito ordered a Honeybush Tea with Buttermilk crumpets which came with blueberry, raspberry, and grape jam. Hikaru ordered a cappuccino and chocolate and cream crepe. The food looked so grand, Hikaru almost felt guilty to eat such beauty.
"Where'd you get that little snake charm anyway?" Keito asked as took a small sip of his tea.
"Well, I don't want to tell a depressing story, but I went out with this girl for a year, turns out she was just waiting for her boyfriend to come back from England."
Keito's eyes studied Hikaru feverishly. He saw how Hikaru's breathing slowed down to a near-death rate. He saw how quickly Hikaru's gleeful smile dropped into an abyss of fear. He saw how Hikaru's twinkling eyes dimmed down to a darkness so intense and horrendous, the devil himself would scamper away in fear. It may only be a broken heart, but a broken heart can equal a shattered window, a window to look through and see the beauty of love and eternal happiness.
Keito felt the urge to stand up abruptly, pull Hikaru into his arms, look deep into his scarred eyes, and embrace him with all the love his heart could pour out. Keito had the love, the passion, the need to love someone as deserving as Hikaru. But Hikaru didn't deserve to get his heart broken, Hikaru deserved something more valuable than all the riches in the world. A true love. He deserved Keito, the one who could find a smile in Hikaru in the darkest of times, the one could read him like a master poet, the one who could give anything and everything to someone as deserving as him.
But alas, Hikaru didn't know this yet.
"You know, Hikaru," Keito started, "this cafe is called Black & White for a reason. It was started by a British and France couple who were totally different and hated each other at first. The guy was a total goofball, the girl was serious as heck. The guy was a couch potato, the girl worked almost constantly. But then they realized that they complete each other, fill in the imperfections. They got married, opened up a cafe in England, and their cafe got so popular it franchised around the world."
Hikaru pondered over this little story. He felt like there was some sort of subliminal message in Keito telling him the background of this cafe.
"Hikaru? Anyone home?" Keito spoke and Hikaru was knocked out of his daze.
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that." Hikaru sipped his cappuniccino.
"Oh I just noticed I've been calling you Hikaru! I'm so sorry I wasn't supposed to call you by your first name! I swear I'm so-"
"It's okay, Keito! You can call me Hikaru. And I can call you Keito, right?" Hikaru asked.
Keito nodded and then the two shared a smile, a smile so endearing, it was ingrained into their mind forever.
`~`
The rest of the day went as smooth as ice.
Keito and Hikaru sat in the cafe longer than expected, chatting aimlessly about the most meaningless things like the fastest cars, the coolest jackets, and how amazing the desserts are at the cafe because they are so cheap yet so delectable that your mouth melts before you even taste it.
Afterward, Hikaru and Keito took a long stroll in the park, somehow getting into a heated game of apples to apples, laughing like no one else was there, which was a bit frightening because tons of people were around them, staring at the two laugh like demented asylum escapees. But that's the beauty of dating a psycho, right?
Finally, the two sat down at a bench to calm themselves from laughing.
"Damn, I probably grew a 6-pack from laughing so much!" Hikaru exclaimed.
"Yeah? Well I probably grew a 12-pack from watching you suffocate from laughing! You sounded like a little monkey!"
"At least I don't laugh like I have bananas stuffed in my mouth!"
"Yeah, cause it's up your butt!"
The two calmed down and held each other's hands, caressing the baby soft skin, feeling a speeding rush of euphoria at the touch. Electricity sparked between them like how thunder and lightning compliments each other to create a dazzling thunder storm. Nobody could understand the kind of relationship Keito and Hikaru shared, because if you tried to, you'd get so jealous you might kill yourself.
"You know, Keito, I never thought I'd come out and say this so bluntly, but," Hikaru took a deep breath, "I love you."
"I love you too, Hikaru, and I'm not gonna make a crack joke right after this... although I just think I did." Keito smiled.
Hikaru and Keito moved closer to each other and their lips met, like fluffy pillows pressing against each other, a comfort that could melt a mountain. Their lips pulled away with a smack as they opened their eyes.
"Before this love story gets any mushier," Keito said and held out his hand at Hikaru.
"Crap, I was hoping you'd forget." Hikaru frowned and slapped 2000 yen in Keito's open hand.
"Pleasure doing business with you kind sir." Keito said in the best mock British voice.
Hikaru took out his phone and looked at it for a second. He grabbed the snake charm tightly, yanked it off forcefully, and tossed it into the trashcan nonchalantly.
"What was that for?" Keito asked bewilderingly.
Hikaru leaned in forward and pressed his lips tightly on Keito's, sliding his tongue into the latter's mouth, letting them dance and prance and swirl around like sparks of fire floating into the wilderness air. Senses heightened and everything seemed louder, brighter, and dizzying. And the best part about it is that Hikaru took the initiative to French it up. Hikaru leaned away from Keito, smiled, caressed his arm, and said...
"That was for you."
`~`