It's a story! From me! On Motoki!
“Thank you, come again!” Motoki waved cheerfully to the pair of junior high girls as they walked out of the Crown. The fact that they ignored him didn’t bother him, he was used to it.
Alone for the moment, Motoki’s façade dropped and he sighed heavily while standing on his heels. His feet were sore after five hours of standing. His back and shoulders were stiff from standing straight, and his mouth hurt from smiling so much.
“I don’t know about you Kamakichi, but I’m -“, he paused and looked around, “I’m fucking tired and going on lunch.”
The turtle pawed its glass cage, opening and closing its mouth as if to say something.
“Don’t worry; we’re both going on lunch.” Motoki smiled as he reached into one of the several drawers of his desk for the turtle food. As he was bending over, his eyes glanced at one of the four TV monitors; what he saw made him forget about the turtle food.
Kino-chan was outside in the parking lot with a girl he had never seen before. Both were in their school uniforms. The screen was grainy, but the girl Kino-chan was with had hair too short to be Mizuno or Hino-chan. The girl was holding her arms out in front of Makoto, holding what looked like a letter. Kino brought a hand up to her mouth, looking clearly shocked.
“Is she… confessing to Makoto?” Motoki asked to himself out loud. He would normally not be so personal, but being alone allowed more freedoms than if Kino Makoto were towering over him, giving him that annoying look that said, “I’m sorry, but if you were more (insert random desire here), than I’d accept a date from you”. It was something Motoki understood, though he privately thought a girl as tall as an American shouldn’t be so picky about the guys that show interest in her.
Still…with those green eyes…those huge breasts…and that butt that begs to be rubbed…she can be a little picky, Motoki thought to himself.
But what he thought might not matter. Motoki squatted behind the desk, just under the cash register as he watched and waited to see what would happen between Makoto and the mystery girl. He cursed the security cameras for not recording sound. But this was clearly a confession; the girl holding out the letter to Makoto looked like she couldn’t stand still, and he was sure that she was biting her lip. Makoto looked like she was uneasy; her body language (something Motoki enjoyed studying) showed as much on the black and white screen.
I guess it’s no surprise, Makoto is kind of manly. But she’s also really hot. And if the internet has taught me anything, it’s that this country has lots of secretly bisexual teen girls! I bet this happens a lot to her even.
Motoki smiled with a hint of perversion on his angel face. He secretly believed Makoto was actually a looser girl than she let on. Not in a bad way of course, but he knew what it was like to have the freedom of living on your own and following your rules. More or less.
And then Makoto took the letter, and the girl that has confessed to her jumped up and down and threw her arms around the taller girl in what looked like a tight embrace.
Motoki’s thoughts dropped from his head, and he fell back on his butt as he watched Makoto wrap her arms around the girl in return.
“What…? Wait, is she accepting?! Oh my god…she’s accepting a confession…from a girl…but that means…that means…”
Motoki felt tears coming to his eyes. He felt the death of his dreams, like the turning of a leaf from a healthy green to a brittle tan. The would be dates, the chances to make her laugh and kiss him on the cheek in response, the future delicious meals she would cook for him, the moments in the morning where they would wake up in bed together and both be smiling at each other…all the would be’s were ending before they would ever get the chance.
It was a sad moment for Motoki. Even after Makoto and the mystery girl walked away together off screen, Motoki leaned against the wall having forgotten all about lunch and food.
He would never think it was possible, but at that moment he hated lesbians.
Outside the crown, Makoto and her classmate came to the crossroads where she’d turn to go the Crown, and her classmate would head to her cram school.
“Thank you again Kino-chan. I don’t think I could face my sempai if I wasn’t sure how’d my confession would sound.”
“Don’t worry about it; I’m glad I could help. I know what’s like to have a crash on a sempai. Just give it your best and it will all work out.”