VF fic - Just This?
Title: Just This?
Pairing: Kou + Akihito, Asami + Akihito, Akihito + OFC (brief, I promise -_-)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Profanity, drinking
Word Count: 2781// Oneshot
Disclaimer: If I did I wouldn’t be sitting here.
Summary: Kou had once confessed to Akihito.
I spread my fingers as wide as they could go and then closed my hand into a fist. For a moment I thought it worked - but then, the cloud moved, and I saw it as it inched its way out of my reach. I let my arm fall with a flop onto the cement and winced when I felt the stinging contact.
This happened way to often.
Lying on a roof, spread eagle to the sky. Bored out of my mind. Waiting for that idiot.
Nobody would blame me if I indulged in a bit of self-pity ever now and then, right?
* * *
Booooorrrrrriiiiing.
Where the hell was Akihito anyway? That little shi-
And then I remembered that he had a girlfriend now. Some stuck-up little know-it-all who was one grade above us, a third-year; old. Since when was Akihito into older women? That kinky bastard.
And he didn’t even tell me himself. I had to find out from a group of giggling girls, like some loser. He tells me everything.
When I confronted him about it, the asshole had the nerve to blush. Since when did he blush? It was more serious than I thought, obviously, because the next instant he was staring somewhere off of my left shoulder wistfully. Into nothing. I couldn’t believe he was spacing out like a girl.
The sour sensation in my chest, at that time, had everything to do with the fact that I was losing my best friend, nothing else.
I felt like whining. The sour sensation had dropped a foot or so and now rested in my stomach. Because I was hungry and the heartless bastard had said that he would buy lunch. But lunch break was half over and next period was about to start and he still wasn’t here.
I gave in and whined my heart out. And promptly shut my mouth when I heard the door of the school roof slam open and shut.
Today was Tuesday, the cafeteria was serving grilled chicken on rice with that sweet brown sauce that always makes my mouth water and the vegetables - which were horrible and tasteless and disgusting and - And then I realized that Takaba hadn’t moved any closer; he might still be standing by the door.
What? Did he want me to crawl to him and beg?
I rolled over onto my stomach and stretched my neck so that my chin rested on the hard cement so I could peer up at him.
He was sitting against the door with his legs drawn up and had his head buried somewhere so I couldn’t see his face.
I realized that I couldn’t smell any food.
“Hey,” I said, brushing off my clothes and standing up. I made my way over but stopped when my shadow fell over him.
“You okay?” I’m trying to make my tone as light as possible and I’m relieved when my voice listens to me.
He heaves a huge sigh and hauls his head up and thumps it against the metal door. I wince for him when he doesn’t react.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
Of course, I don’t believe him.
I must’ve made a suspicious noise because he looks up at me and his eyes are a little pink around the edges and a bit puffy.
“Kaoru broke up with me,” he says, feigning nonchalance and shrugging, “but it’s okay.”
My vision goes red and something that felt like my left lung was doing flip flops and I can’t believe I’m not as pissed off as I thought I would be.
I act as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Well, you were too good for her anyway. Who cares about Asami Kaoru? She was yesterday’s news - did you buy lunch?”
That earns me an honest glare and I’m grinning like a fool on the inside because all was well with the world again.
“Do you only think about your stomach?”
I smile sheepishly at him. “I’m a growing boy.”
He snorts and stands up when I poke him on the head. But then he doesn’t move, doesn’t open the door so I could get my damn food. And he was staring off of my shoulder again. When I turn around to see what was so interesting, I notice that he could see into the courtyard below where a boy was putting his arms around a girl. I don’t know when I got angry but I was now. The girl wasn’t even Asami for fuck’s sake. Since when was Takaba so sentimental?
I was about to spit those exact words at him when I notice the hooded quality in his eyes and my anger turns into mush and I bite my tongue before the words escape.
“Hey,” I say to grab his attention. I put my hands on the door, on either side of his head, effectively blocking his view of the lovebirds below.
Don’t look at anyone else but me.
I think he finally realizes just how close we’re standing.
Suddenly someone was talking and idly I wonder how they managed to get up onto the roof to make such a sappy love confession when we were blocking the door. I put my face closer to Akihito’s so I could whisper a snicker but it seemed that I was drunk because I couldn’t control the direction that my face was going and suddenly - my lips were on his and I wonder if it was me who confessed but I really couldn’t care anymore because no one’s lips had any right to be this soft and warm and I just sigh into them and I can’t see anything anymore because somewhere along the line I’d closed my eyes and this was perfect perfect perfect.
Then he’s pushing against me so I oblige by pushing closer to him but he changes tactics and shifts his hands to my face and pushes - hey that hurt!
I hurl myself backwards and nearly hit the rails around the edge of the roof. I’m panting and sweating and dammit why the fuck was my lung flopping around again?!
Akihito was eyeing my like a damn rabid dog and that didn’t help me at all.
“Wh-What,” and he’s panting too and I can’t help but smirk, “was that for Kou?”
And suddenly, my throat was moving without my approval again because I would never say that.
“I like you.” Never.
Suddenly, he drops his aggressive pose and his face goes all soft.
“You’re my best friend,” then he goes all wistful on me and says, “Don’t you want to stay like this? I think our relationship would outlast and love affair anyway...”
I grin at him. Grinning hurts. I wonder what I did to myself in gym class because the lung was now clenching like someone thought it was a stressball and it hurt. I don’t think I would live through the pain of agreeing with him.
He smiles at me, relieved. And that hurt too.
* * *
I keep staring at the clouds. When they finally stopped moving, I moved my hand to grab one again. It was a tiny one, so even if it ran around a little it would stay in my hands for a while. Even as I closed my fist around it, my cell phone rang. I sigh, and should’ve known it was too good to be true.
“Hello?”
“It’s me! Hurry up and come downstairs, I forgot the number I had to punch to get into your lobby.”
I roll my eyes at “me”.
“Alright, I’ll see you in two minutes.”
We meet up and grin ridiculously at each other.
“Let’s get smashed!”
* * *
We make it to the restaurant in record time and Akihito thanks an old lady wearing a kimono - the owner, I learned - profusely at the door before we toe off our shoes and step inside.
We’re the first to arrive and she brings us warmed sake to ease the bite of the chill. Akihito thanks her again and she smiles, pleased.
“When did the guys say they were going to get here?” I ask, wondering how drunk I should get before everyone showed up.
“Noon,” he says and knocks back a shot of sake.
I immediately pale, Akihito was a dangerous guy to be around when he was drunk and he got drunk very easily.
I laugh nervously, “Maybe you should ease off a little? Until everyone gets here?”
He shrugs off the suggestion and knocks back another cup. Dear lord, his cheeks were red already.
“No sense in wasting good alcohol,” he says.
I squirm a little before I give in and start on my first cup. I couldn’t let him drink it all. I was doing him a favor really, because he would be sick after and that just wouldn’t be something one friend let another do.
I was on my fifth shot - or was it sixth - when he suddenly spoke up.
“I’m on this new case.”
He was nursing his drink and staring into it like it would reveal the secrets of the universe. I was impressed that his words weren’t slurring yet. A drunk Akihito was a roll of the die, he could go crazy (which could be any number of things into itself), go to sleep, laugh at nothing, cry and slobber all over everyone, or turn sappy and introspective. Like now.
I put my glass down to turn to him and listen because suddenly he was mumbling.
“...and he’s such an asshole! ... thinks he can walk all over me and the law and the police and me! When I get him, I’m really going to get him!”
Suddenly, he grabs onto the front of my shirt and looks at me with teary eyes.
“But what if I get killed first? You’ll come to my funeral right? And bring lots of flowers right?” I keep nodding at him until I get a crick in my neck and I’m really fighting the urge to laugh. Really really hard.
Then he really tears up and starts bawling and since he’s making so much noise, I let go and start howling my head off.
When he quiets down, I wipe his tears with a napkin and he sniffles in an adorable way.
“Kou is the best,” he says and sighs heavily.
When he speaks again, his voice is low and his head is bowed, again nursing his drink.
“Remember in highschool, when you said you liked me?” He pauses.
I hold my breath and I nod, even though he can’t see it because his hair is hiding his face. He continues.
“Sometimes, I wonder what it would’ve been like...” And pauses again.
I’m going to die of asphyxiation. The lung that had flopped so long ago jumped to life again. The heat I feel in my face tells me that I’d better stop drinking.
“...you know?” He turns to look at me with half lidded eyes. With flushed face and lips still wet from sake and what the fuck was I supposed to do but kiss him?
And the memories rush back but its even better than before and this time I really think I’m going to die because it doesn’t get better than this. Akihito was moaning and reciprocating and wiggling against all the right places and god can I cum from kissing alone? Because I really think that -
Suddenly, he’s a dead weight on my lap - when did he get on my lap? - and he was... snoring.
I groan pitifully and shake him a little but he doesn’t wake up and I’m pissed because dammit I’m still hard.
* * *
After I returned from the bathroom, much more relaxed than when I’d entered, I hauled Akihito into a more comfortable position and rested his head on one of the soft cylinder cushions.
I glare at him, but he doesn’t wake up.
I really wasn’t holding my liquor well, because my face was still heated.
I glare at my watch, still another twenty minutes before noon.
* * *
I don’t have to wake him up because Yoshida does the job for me.
Then people start arriving and soon it was a throng.
And dammit, my face was still red. The moment I thought it would die down, I would look at him and then it would just get worse. I’m really a masochist at heart, it seems.
Then, because I had to do something to him to get back at him (even if he didn’t remember anything and was drunk at the time to boot) -
“By the way, Akihito, you’re a cameraman, right?” I sling an arm around his shoulder and pull him close. I grin when he glares at me. “Do you, like take gravure photos of idols and stuff?”
He pulls back a little. “Gravure? I’m gonna be at some interview shoot with that actress, Notani Noriko....”
Yoshida jumps in, “Not those ones, you dork!”
And when Yoshida talks, everyone turns our way. Because he’s just so damn loud. I fight to keep myself in the conversation. With the stupid blush still on my face.
“He doesn’t show it, but I bet he’s got all the juicy bits to himself!” I laugh and I rub his head.
“You’re hiding something aren’t you?! Check his mobile!!”
Well, at least now the attention was on Akihito’s mobile and not on Akihito himself.
“Woo! We got a female on the list!”
“We knew it! Is it your girlfriend Akihito?”
He smiles and I’m happy to see that he’s got a blush now too. Even if it is alcohol induced.
“Girlfriend? You dork. It’s more like my mother’s number.”
“No!! It’s not your mother’s name! I knew you were hiding something..!”
I explain to Akihito that Yoshida’s girlfriend dumped him last night and I see a lightbulb turn on above Akihito’s head.
“He’s really calling you know? Is that really your mother?” My voice is tinged with a little disbelief; was Yoshida really that desperate?
“Helllloooooowwwww... this is Yoshida-chan~ Happy New Years~! ... eh? ... a guy?”
I laugh a little, and pick up something to eat, “ Haha, who’d you call?”
“Who? The person on top of this list is called Asami-chan.”
Akihito massively choked on his beer and for a moment, even my persisting blush is chased away. Asami... was he still seeing Asami?
But I’m soothed when Akihito plucks up his cell and immediately hung up on... Asami. And proceeded to lay it onto Yoshida.
“This number! Is something that I got after hours and hours of hard work! It’s a top secret number! It’s not someone to call for a new years greeting!”
And suddenly, I’m left pale again.
Was it so important? Was she so fucking important?
* * *
I can’t believe myself. It’s like I’ve been knocked back five or ten years and I’m a teenager again. All he did was take off his shirt! And he wasn’t even half-naked! He was still wearing a tank and yet... ugh, I don’t need a mirror to know I’m red again.
* * *
My worries are soothed a little when I get to speak to Asami myself. No woman had such a deep voice.
* * *
It’s four thirty in the afternoon and life is good because he’d finally taken off his shirt! Granted, he had a bagel, a donut, and a tomato stacked on top of his head and the restaurant’s door charm looped around his neck but still.
It’d been two hours since he last tried to call Asami.
Life is good.
* * *
It’s dark when we all step outside. I had to help Akihito into his clothes and his jacket but I really didn’t mind. In fact, I even offered to piggy back him when the others complained that he was heavy.
The air was frightfully cold but my face was warm because his breath was tickling my ears and hair and sometimes, he would nuzzle against my neck -
A sleek car screeched to a halt in front of us and an equally sleek looking man stepped out.
My flush died, even as he stood there and I don’t know why.
His eyes roved over each of us but bore the longest into me - then his eyebrows drew together just a little and I couldn’t move or speak.
“...I’ll take him home...”
His voice was deep.
And suddenly I was handing Akihito over to this stranger and I had no idea why. Did he even say that he wanted Akihito?
They drove away before I could put a name to his voice. Asami.
I sigh into the night and watched my breath make little clouds.
Pairing: Kou + Akihito, Asami + Akihito, Akihito + OFC (brief, I promise -_-)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Profanity, drinking
Word Count: 2781// Oneshot
Disclaimer: If I did I wouldn’t be sitting here.
Summary: Kou had once confessed to Akihito.
I spread my fingers as wide as they could go and then closed my hand into a fist. For a moment I thought it worked - but then, the cloud moved, and I saw it as it inched its way out of my reach. I let my arm fall with a flop onto the cement and winced when I felt the stinging contact.
This happened way to often.
Lying on a roof, spread eagle to the sky. Bored out of my mind. Waiting for that idiot.
Nobody would blame me if I indulged in a bit of self-pity ever now and then, right?
* * *
Booooorrrrrriiiiing.
Where the hell was Akihito anyway? That little shi-
And then I remembered that he had a girlfriend now. Some stuck-up little know-it-all who was one grade above us, a third-year; old. Since when was Akihito into older women? That kinky bastard.
And he didn’t even tell me himself. I had to find out from a group of giggling girls, like some loser. He tells me everything.
When I confronted him about it, the asshole had the nerve to blush. Since when did he blush? It was more serious than I thought, obviously, because the next instant he was staring somewhere off of my left shoulder wistfully. Into nothing. I couldn’t believe he was spacing out like a girl.
The sour sensation in my chest, at that time, had everything to do with the fact that I was losing my best friend, nothing else.
I felt like whining. The sour sensation had dropped a foot or so and now rested in my stomach. Because I was hungry and the heartless bastard had said that he would buy lunch. But lunch break was half over and next period was about to start and he still wasn’t here.
I gave in and whined my heart out. And promptly shut my mouth when I heard the door of the school roof slam open and shut.
Today was Tuesday, the cafeteria was serving grilled chicken on rice with that sweet brown sauce that always makes my mouth water and the vegetables - which were horrible and tasteless and disgusting and - And then I realized that Takaba hadn’t moved any closer; he might still be standing by the door.
What? Did he want me to crawl to him and beg?
I rolled over onto my stomach and stretched my neck so that my chin rested on the hard cement so I could peer up at him.
He was sitting against the door with his legs drawn up and had his head buried somewhere so I couldn’t see his face.
I realized that I couldn’t smell any food.
“Hey,” I said, brushing off my clothes and standing up. I made my way over but stopped when my shadow fell over him.
“You okay?” I’m trying to make my tone as light as possible and I’m relieved when my voice listens to me.
He heaves a huge sigh and hauls his head up and thumps it against the metal door. I wince for him when he doesn’t react.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
Of course, I don’t believe him.
I must’ve made a suspicious noise because he looks up at me and his eyes are a little pink around the edges and a bit puffy.
“Kaoru broke up with me,” he says, feigning nonchalance and shrugging, “but it’s okay.”
My vision goes red and something that felt like my left lung was doing flip flops and I can’t believe I’m not as pissed off as I thought I would be.
I act as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Well, you were too good for her anyway. Who cares about Asami Kaoru? She was yesterday’s news - did you buy lunch?”
That earns me an honest glare and I’m grinning like a fool on the inside because all was well with the world again.
“Do you only think about your stomach?”
I smile sheepishly at him. “I’m a growing boy.”
He snorts and stands up when I poke him on the head. But then he doesn’t move, doesn’t open the door so I could get my damn food. And he was staring off of my shoulder again. When I turn around to see what was so interesting, I notice that he could see into the courtyard below where a boy was putting his arms around a girl. I don’t know when I got angry but I was now. The girl wasn’t even Asami for fuck’s sake. Since when was Takaba so sentimental?
I was about to spit those exact words at him when I notice the hooded quality in his eyes and my anger turns into mush and I bite my tongue before the words escape.
“Hey,” I say to grab his attention. I put my hands on the door, on either side of his head, effectively blocking his view of the lovebirds below.
Don’t look at anyone else but me.
I think he finally realizes just how close we’re standing.
Suddenly someone was talking and idly I wonder how they managed to get up onto the roof to make such a sappy love confession when we were blocking the door. I put my face closer to Akihito’s so I could whisper a snicker but it seemed that I was drunk because I couldn’t control the direction that my face was going and suddenly - my lips were on his and I wonder if it was me who confessed but I really couldn’t care anymore because no one’s lips had any right to be this soft and warm and I just sigh into them and I can’t see anything anymore because somewhere along the line I’d closed my eyes and this was perfect perfect perfect.
Then he’s pushing against me so I oblige by pushing closer to him but he changes tactics and shifts his hands to my face and pushes - hey that hurt!
I hurl myself backwards and nearly hit the rails around the edge of the roof. I’m panting and sweating and dammit why the fuck was my lung flopping around again?!
Akihito was eyeing my like a damn rabid dog and that didn’t help me at all.
“Wh-What,” and he’s panting too and I can’t help but smirk, “was that for Kou?”
And suddenly, my throat was moving without my approval again because I would never say that.
“I like you.” Never.
Suddenly, he drops his aggressive pose and his face goes all soft.
“You’re my best friend,” then he goes all wistful on me and says, “Don’t you want to stay like this? I think our relationship would outlast and love affair anyway...”
I grin at him. Grinning hurts. I wonder what I did to myself in gym class because the lung was now clenching like someone thought it was a stressball and it hurt. I don’t think I would live through the pain of agreeing with him.
He smiles at me, relieved. And that hurt too.
* * *
I keep staring at the clouds. When they finally stopped moving, I moved my hand to grab one again. It was a tiny one, so even if it ran around a little it would stay in my hands for a while. Even as I closed my fist around it, my cell phone rang. I sigh, and should’ve known it was too good to be true.
“Hello?”
“It’s me! Hurry up and come downstairs, I forgot the number I had to punch to get into your lobby.”
I roll my eyes at “me”.
“Alright, I’ll see you in two minutes.”
We meet up and grin ridiculously at each other.
“Let’s get smashed!”
* * *
We make it to the restaurant in record time and Akihito thanks an old lady wearing a kimono - the owner, I learned - profusely at the door before we toe off our shoes and step inside.
We’re the first to arrive and she brings us warmed sake to ease the bite of the chill. Akihito thanks her again and she smiles, pleased.
“When did the guys say they were going to get here?” I ask, wondering how drunk I should get before everyone showed up.
“Noon,” he says and knocks back a shot of sake.
I immediately pale, Akihito was a dangerous guy to be around when he was drunk and he got drunk very easily.
I laugh nervously, “Maybe you should ease off a little? Until everyone gets here?”
He shrugs off the suggestion and knocks back another cup. Dear lord, his cheeks were red already.
“No sense in wasting good alcohol,” he says.
I squirm a little before I give in and start on my first cup. I couldn’t let him drink it all. I was doing him a favor really, because he would be sick after and that just wouldn’t be something one friend let another do.
I was on my fifth shot - or was it sixth - when he suddenly spoke up.
“I’m on this new case.”
He was nursing his drink and staring into it like it would reveal the secrets of the universe. I was impressed that his words weren’t slurring yet. A drunk Akihito was a roll of the die, he could go crazy (which could be any number of things into itself), go to sleep, laugh at nothing, cry and slobber all over everyone, or turn sappy and introspective. Like now.
I put my glass down to turn to him and listen because suddenly he was mumbling.
“...and he’s such an asshole! ... thinks he can walk all over me and the law and the police and me! When I get him, I’m really going to get him!”
Suddenly, he grabs onto the front of my shirt and looks at me with teary eyes.
“But what if I get killed first? You’ll come to my funeral right? And bring lots of flowers right?” I keep nodding at him until I get a crick in my neck and I’m really fighting the urge to laugh. Really really hard.
Then he really tears up and starts bawling and since he’s making so much noise, I let go and start howling my head off.
When he quiets down, I wipe his tears with a napkin and he sniffles in an adorable way.
“Kou is the best,” he says and sighs heavily.
When he speaks again, his voice is low and his head is bowed, again nursing his drink.
“Remember in highschool, when you said you liked me?” He pauses.
I hold my breath and I nod, even though he can’t see it because his hair is hiding his face. He continues.
“Sometimes, I wonder what it would’ve been like...” And pauses again.
I’m going to die of asphyxiation. The lung that had flopped so long ago jumped to life again. The heat I feel in my face tells me that I’d better stop drinking.
“...you know?” He turns to look at me with half lidded eyes. With flushed face and lips still wet from sake and what the fuck was I supposed to do but kiss him?
And the memories rush back but its even better than before and this time I really think I’m going to die because it doesn’t get better than this. Akihito was moaning and reciprocating and wiggling against all the right places and god can I cum from kissing alone? Because I really think that -
Suddenly, he’s a dead weight on my lap - when did he get on my lap? - and he was... snoring.
I groan pitifully and shake him a little but he doesn’t wake up and I’m pissed because dammit I’m still hard.
* * *
After I returned from the bathroom, much more relaxed than when I’d entered, I hauled Akihito into a more comfortable position and rested his head on one of the soft cylinder cushions.
I glare at him, but he doesn’t wake up.
I really wasn’t holding my liquor well, because my face was still heated.
I glare at my watch, still another twenty minutes before noon.
* * *
I don’t have to wake him up because Yoshida does the job for me.
Then people start arriving and soon it was a throng.
And dammit, my face was still red. The moment I thought it would die down, I would look at him and then it would just get worse. I’m really a masochist at heart, it seems.
Then, because I had to do something to him to get back at him (even if he didn’t remember anything and was drunk at the time to boot) -
“By the way, Akihito, you’re a cameraman, right?” I sling an arm around his shoulder and pull him close. I grin when he glares at me. “Do you, like take gravure photos of idols and stuff?”
He pulls back a little. “Gravure? I’m gonna be at some interview shoot with that actress, Notani Noriko....”
Yoshida jumps in, “Not those ones, you dork!”
And when Yoshida talks, everyone turns our way. Because he’s just so damn loud. I fight to keep myself in the conversation. With the stupid blush still on my face.
“He doesn’t show it, but I bet he’s got all the juicy bits to himself!” I laugh and I rub his head.
“You’re hiding something aren’t you?! Check his mobile!!”
Well, at least now the attention was on Akihito’s mobile and not on Akihito himself.
“Woo! We got a female on the list!”
“We knew it! Is it your girlfriend Akihito?”
He smiles and I’m happy to see that he’s got a blush now too. Even if it is alcohol induced.
“Girlfriend? You dork. It’s more like my mother’s number.”
“No!! It’s not your mother’s name! I knew you were hiding something..!”
I explain to Akihito that Yoshida’s girlfriend dumped him last night and I see a lightbulb turn on above Akihito’s head.
“He’s really calling you know? Is that really your mother?” My voice is tinged with a little disbelief; was Yoshida really that desperate?
“Helllloooooowwwww... this is Yoshida-chan~ Happy New Years~! ... eh? ... a guy?”
I laugh a little, and pick up something to eat, “ Haha, who’d you call?”
“Who? The person on top of this list is called Asami-chan.”
Akihito massively choked on his beer and for a moment, even my persisting blush is chased away. Asami... was he still seeing Asami?
But I’m soothed when Akihito plucks up his cell and immediately hung up on... Asami. And proceeded to lay it onto Yoshida.
“This number! Is something that I got after hours and hours of hard work! It’s a top secret number! It’s not someone to call for a new years greeting!”
And suddenly, I’m left pale again.
Was it so important? Was she so fucking important?
* * *
I can’t believe myself. It’s like I’ve been knocked back five or ten years and I’m a teenager again. All he did was take off his shirt! And he wasn’t even half-naked! He was still wearing a tank and yet... ugh, I don’t need a mirror to know I’m red again.
* * *
My worries are soothed a little when I get to speak to Asami myself. No woman had such a deep voice.
* * *
It’s four thirty in the afternoon and life is good because he’d finally taken off his shirt! Granted, he had a bagel, a donut, and a tomato stacked on top of his head and the restaurant’s door charm looped around his neck but still.
It’d been two hours since he last tried to call Asami.
Life is good.
* * *
It’s dark when we all step outside. I had to help Akihito into his clothes and his jacket but I really didn’t mind. In fact, I even offered to piggy back him when the others complained that he was heavy.
The air was frightfully cold but my face was warm because his breath was tickling my ears and hair and sometimes, he would nuzzle against my neck -
A sleek car screeched to a halt in front of us and an equally sleek looking man stepped out.
My flush died, even as he stood there and I don’t know why.
His eyes roved over each of us but bore the longest into me - then his eyebrows drew together just a little and I couldn’t move or speak.
“...I’ll take him home...”
His voice was deep.
And suddenly I was handing Akihito over to this stranger and I had no idea why. Did he even say that he wanted Akihito?
They drove away before I could put a name to his voice. Asami.
I sigh into the night and watched my breath make little clouds.