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I was walking home from school on a cloudy, yet humid June day. I thought over the day’s events; nothing much had happened, aside from my P.E. teacher announcing that starting from tomorrow, we would all be learning how to ballroom dance, since senior prom was approaching, and that it was mandatory. Amidst the groans and the squeals, a boy sitting next to me with jet-black hair and a ton of piercings (about five piercings in each ear, nose piercings on the bridge of his nose, and a lip ring) chuckled. I was curious as to why, but decided to keep my curiosity to myself. I didn’t think he noticed that I had been staring at him, so I was mildly alarmed when he looked at me and said, “They’ll do anything to keep us working, won’t they?” I blinked, then nodded faintly and gave him a shy smile, then quickly turned away.
Without warning, it started to pour, as if someone had taken a large bucket of water and violently thrown the contents onto the city. “Perhaps I should have brought that umbrella after all,” I thought to myself as I ran home as quickly as possible. Now, you could imagine how surprised I was to find the very same boy I was pondering over sitting on the stoop of my house, using the balcony as cover from the rain. There was a black lump next to him and he was clutching it tightly. As I came closer, I realized it was a case of some sort. I approached him with uncertainty and shook him. He looked up at me with his bright yellow eyes, which began to gleam with recognition. “You’re Ren Kuroi, from P.E. class, aren’t you?” I asked him. What a stupid question; of course it was him. I knew his name since he was one of the fastest and strongest in my class, even though he was a little on the scrawny side. We would often be grouped together, since I was pretty athletic as well. The martial arts classes I took on the weekends were the main reason I was fit.
Ren nodded at me slowly, “You’re Ame Mizune…” I nodded back at him, surprised he knew my name. I noticed he had a faint scar under his left eye and his skin was terribly pale, almost like paper. “You’re sick,” I stated, “Let me call an ambulance,” I reached into my pocket to retrieve my cell phone. “N-no!” He exclaimed, grabbing my arm, "There’s no need to call an ambulance…I’ll leave now,” he said as he began to get up. “But you’re ill! Come inside, I’ll let you dry up,” I said, helping him up and taking out my keys. He followed me, carrying his backpack and the black case in his left hand.
I led him to my room and plugged in the heater near my bed. He sat near it, the warm air radiating onto him. I handed him a towel and began to towel myself dry as well. Reacing into my closet, I pulled out a pajama set and examined it, then looked at him. Even though it was mine, it wouldn’t fit him, since he was taller than me. I opened my older brother’s drawer and handed him a pajama set from there. I changed in the bathroom while he changed in my room. I came back and studied the pajamas; they seemed to fit him fine. I instructed him to crawl into my bed while I searched for a thermometer. I searched for a while in vain; I had no clue where I left it last time I used it. Finally, Ren got up and grabbed my hand. “Try this,” he said, holding up his bangs with one hand and holding my bangs up with the other hand. I was confused until he touched our foreheads together. “You’re warmer than you should be,” I stated, “Then you must have a fever,” I concluded, and promptly fetched some medication and a glass of water. He swallowed the pill and finished the whole glass in a few gulps. “I feel kind of cold,” He said softly as I took the glass from him. I looked at the heater. Even though it was on high, it would take some time for the room to warm up. “I can get another blanket,” I offered, turning, but as I did, he grabbed my hand again. “You’re pretty warm,” he said, his burning hand soothing the goose bumps on my arm. “Sleep with me,” he demanded. “Um…Excuse me?” I said, heat creeping up my cheeks. “Sleep with me,” he repeated, the expression on his face serious, “Or do you think it’s too gay?” He smirked. “W-well, it seems kind of…Fine. Only so you can get warm. No funny business, ok?” I said, eyeing him. He chuckled, “I won’t,” but once I crawled in, he wrapped his arms around me and stuck his hands into my shirt. I gasped, blushing. He sighed. “Oooh…So warm,” he whispered groggily, as he laid his head into my chest. I debated hugging him back, since I was that close to flipping out. When I heard his breathing steady to an even pace, I wrapped my arms around him as well and eventually my eyelids felt heavy and I snoozed off.
I opened my eyes to find Ren looking down at me with his shiny yellow eyes. “You’re up,” He said as I yawned and propped my self up with my elbows. “How are you feeling?” I asked, rubbing the mucous out of my eyes. He smiled, “I’m feeling better…Much better than before. Thank you,” with that, he leaned forward and pressed his soft pink lips against mine. It took me a second to process what he was doing, and then I immediately pushed him away. “H-hey! What was that for?!” I nearly yelled, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “I was thanking you,” he said, his head cocked to one side, as if it was normal to kiss another boy on the lips to express gratitude. I blinked, then asked, “Hold on…You didn’t do anything else to me while I was sleeping, did you?” He looked at me and said, I hoped sincerely, “No, why?” I looked at him skeptically, and then looked out the window. It was still wet outside even though it was no longer raining. “The sun is about to set,” I thought to myself. As if reading my mind, Ren said, “I guess I should leave now,” and reluctantly climbed out of my bed. I felt his clothes, which were drying near the heater. “Your clothes are still a little damp,” I said, “why don’t you eat something meanwhile?” Even if he had kissed me, I thought it would be kind of cruel to send him off in damp clothes while it was still wet outside.
As we sat at the kitchen table, eating the instant noodles I had prepared, I looked at Ren and asked, “So…Why did you decline going to the hospital?” He looked back at me with his neon eyes, then down at the noodles. He twisted his fork a few times in his bowl, then brought it up, a heap of noodles at the end of the fork, with a rush of hot steam rising from it. “Why do you want to know?” he said, studying the noodles and blowing at them, his cheek propped up by his hand. “I’m just…Curious,” I answered back casually, then slurped down a noodle. “If you want to know…” He said, his eyes moving back to me, “Finally…” I thought, “He’ll tell me,” yet I was wrong. “It’s a secret~!” He said, grinning at me. I did a face palm and looked up at him with a serious face. “Come on! Tell me!” I pleaded. “Woah, there…” He said, “No one’s ever been that curious about me. if you really wanted to know, it’s because I’m afraid of hospitals,” with that, he raised the forkful of noodles and slurped them all down. “Oh,” I said, regretting my stubbornness. “You’re very nosy, you know. We don’t even know each other that well,” he stated. “Ha! Says the one who kissed me and wanted to sleep with me!” I exclaimed. “Hey, you agreed to it,” he replied. “Well, I didn’t give you permission to kiss me,” I frowned, heat crawling on my ears. “That’s how I thanked you,” he said. “Well, it’s not normal,” I replied. “That’s how I do it,” he said, smirking. Exhausted from the argument, I collected our empty bowls and began washing them. As I did, I looked back at him. He was laying on the floor, his hand propping up his head. With his other hand, he was playing with a feather, which probably escaped from one of the down pillows. “He’s so strange,” I thought to myself as I put away the last dish and wiped my hands on the dish cloth hanging on the wall near the sink. Suddenly, I felt something on my waist. Acting on behalf on my instincts, which I gained from martial arts, I spun around and quickly grabbed Ren’s hand and twisted it. He looked at me, a blank expression on his face. Then he smirked and untwisted his hand, spinning me and trapping my hand on the small of my back as he used his left hand to grab my free hand and pinned it against the wall, rendering me speechless and quite humiliated. “You wanna play?” He smirked, inching his face close to mine. My cheeks and ears were burning with anger and indignation. His grip on my hands loosened and I pulled free, studying my wrists. They were completely fine. He had immobilized me without any apparent force! “Go away, Ren. Get out!” I nearly yelled, to which he replied, “You’re going to leave me out there to get robbed and raped?” Even now he was joking around, when I was clearly angry! “Hmph. You seem to know how to take care of yourself,” I said icily, rubbing my wrists, “besides, who would want to rape another guy?” He looked at me with a serious expression and said, “There are gay people out there,” while crossing his arms. “Are you one of them?” I said tacitly. “Maybe,” he replied implicitly, looking at me in suggestive manner. Blushing deeper, I went upstairs to my room and retrieved Ren’s clothes, which were completely dry. Ren followed me up and picked up his backpack and case. “What’s in it?” I asked, my curiosity sparked once again. “It’s my violin,” he answered casually. “I didn’t know you played the violin,” I said. “There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he said in a tacit manner, smiling gently. He looked at his dry clothes and said, “Oh, yeah,” then began to strip. “Hey! Not in front of me!” I exclaimed, turning around, my cheeks faintly warm. “What? We’re both guys,” he said, “besides, I’m wearing boxers,” “That’s exactly why I don’t want to see you,” I mumbled to myself. “I’m leaving now,” he said, walking past me to the balcony, lugging his violin case and swinging his backpack on. “From the balcony?!” I exclaimed. “Yes, why?” He said. He took another step, then paused. Putting down his violin case, he turned to me and said, “I’m sorry. For everything,” his eyes reflecting sorrow. It made me feel a little regretful for yelling at him and I said, “I-it’s ok.” The next thing I knew, I was in Ren’s arms. My heartbeat quickened slightly and my cheeks flushed. “I just like teasing you,” he confessed, “when you get all flustered and embarrassed, you look so cute,” again, my cheeks heated up. “I look…C-cute?” I thought to myself as Ren let go of me. “Thank you for putting up with me,” he said as he picked up his violin case. “Do you know your way back?” I asked. His lips formed a smile. “Don’t worry about me. I know my way,” with that, he put one foot on the railing and waved. “Goodbye,” he said, his figure illuminated by the setting sun. I managed to croak out a “See you…” Before he vanished.
Without warning, it started to pour, as if someone had taken a large bucket of water and violently thrown the contents onto the city. “Perhaps I should have brought that umbrella after all,” I thought to myself as I ran home as quickly as possible. Now, you could imagine how surprised I was to find the very same boy I was pondering over sitting on the stoop of my house, using the balcony as cover from the rain. There was a black lump next to him and he was clutching it tightly. As I came closer, I realized it was a case of some sort. I approached him with uncertainty and shook him. He looked up at me with his bright yellow eyes, which began to gleam with recognition. “You’re Ren Kuroi, from P.E. class, aren’t you?” I asked him. What a stupid question; of course it was him. I knew his name since he was one of the fastest and strongest in my class, even though he was a little on the scrawny side. We would often be grouped together, since I was pretty athletic as well. The martial arts classes I took on the weekends were the main reason I was fit.
Ren nodded at me slowly, “You’re Ame Mizune…” I nodded back at him, surprised he knew my name. I noticed he had a faint scar under his left eye and his skin was terribly pale, almost like paper. “You’re sick,” I stated, “Let me call an ambulance,” I reached into my pocket to retrieve my cell phone. “N-no!” He exclaimed, grabbing my arm, "There’s no need to call an ambulance…I’ll leave now,” he said as he began to get up. “But you’re ill! Come inside, I’ll let you dry up,” I said, helping him up and taking out my keys. He followed me, carrying his backpack and the black case in his left hand.
I led him to my room and plugged in the heater near my bed. He sat near it, the warm air radiating onto him. I handed him a towel and began to towel myself dry as well. Reacing into my closet, I pulled out a pajama set and examined it, then looked at him. Even though it was mine, it wouldn’t fit him, since he was taller than me. I opened my older brother’s drawer and handed him a pajama set from there. I changed in the bathroom while he changed in my room. I came back and studied the pajamas; they seemed to fit him fine. I instructed him to crawl into my bed while I searched for a thermometer. I searched for a while in vain; I had no clue where I left it last time I used it. Finally, Ren got up and grabbed my hand. “Try this,” he said, holding up his bangs with one hand and holding my bangs up with the other hand. I was confused until he touched our foreheads together. “You’re warmer than you should be,” I stated, “Then you must have a fever,” I concluded, and promptly fetched some medication and a glass of water. He swallowed the pill and finished the whole glass in a few gulps. “I feel kind of cold,” He said softly as I took the glass from him. I looked at the heater. Even though it was on high, it would take some time for the room to warm up. “I can get another blanket,” I offered, turning, but as I did, he grabbed my hand again. “You’re pretty warm,” he said, his burning hand soothing the goose bumps on my arm. “Sleep with me,” he demanded. “Um…Excuse me?” I said, heat creeping up my cheeks. “Sleep with me,” he repeated, the expression on his face serious, “Or do you think it’s too gay?” He smirked. “W-well, it seems kind of…Fine. Only so you can get warm. No funny business, ok?” I said, eyeing him. He chuckled, “I won’t,” but once I crawled in, he wrapped his arms around me and stuck his hands into my shirt. I gasped, blushing. He sighed. “Oooh…So warm,” he whispered groggily, as he laid his head into my chest. I debated hugging him back, since I was that close to flipping out. When I heard his breathing steady to an even pace, I wrapped my arms around him as well and eventually my eyelids felt heavy and I snoozed off.
I opened my eyes to find Ren looking down at me with his shiny yellow eyes. “You’re up,” He said as I yawned and propped my self up with my elbows. “How are you feeling?” I asked, rubbing the mucous out of my eyes. He smiled, “I’m feeling better…Much better than before. Thank you,” with that, he leaned forward and pressed his soft pink lips against mine. It took me a second to process what he was doing, and then I immediately pushed him away. “H-hey! What was that for?!” I nearly yelled, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “I was thanking you,” he said, his head cocked to one side, as if it was normal to kiss another boy on the lips to express gratitude. I blinked, then asked, “Hold on…You didn’t do anything else to me while I was sleeping, did you?” He looked at me and said, I hoped sincerely, “No, why?” I looked at him skeptically, and then looked out the window. It was still wet outside even though it was no longer raining. “The sun is about to set,” I thought to myself. As if reading my mind, Ren said, “I guess I should leave now,” and reluctantly climbed out of my bed. I felt his clothes, which were drying near the heater. “Your clothes are still a little damp,” I said, “why don’t you eat something meanwhile?” Even if he had kissed me, I thought it would be kind of cruel to send him off in damp clothes while it was still wet outside.
As we sat at the kitchen table, eating the instant noodles I had prepared, I looked at Ren and asked, “So…Why did you decline going to the hospital?” He looked back at me with his neon eyes, then down at the noodles. He twisted his fork a few times in his bowl, then brought it up, a heap of noodles at the end of the fork, with a rush of hot steam rising from it. “Why do you want to know?” he said, studying the noodles and blowing at them, his cheek propped up by his hand. “I’m just…Curious,” I answered back casually, then slurped down a noodle. “If you want to know…” He said, his eyes moving back to me, “Finally…” I thought, “He’ll tell me,” yet I was wrong. “It’s a secret~!” He said, grinning at me. I did a face palm and looked up at him with a serious face. “Come on! Tell me!” I pleaded. “Woah, there…” He said, “No one’s ever been that curious about me. if you really wanted to know, it’s because I’m afraid of hospitals,” with that, he raised the forkful of noodles and slurped them all down. “Oh,” I said, regretting my stubbornness. “You’re very nosy, you know. We don’t even know each other that well,” he stated. “Ha! Says the one who kissed me and wanted to sleep with me!” I exclaimed. “Hey, you agreed to it,” he replied. “Well, I didn’t give you permission to kiss me,” I frowned, heat crawling on my ears. “That’s how I thanked you,” he said. “Well, it’s not normal,” I replied. “That’s how I do it,” he said, smirking. Exhausted from the argument, I collected our empty bowls and began washing them. As I did, I looked back at him. He was laying on the floor, his hand propping up his head. With his other hand, he was playing with a feather, which probably escaped from one of the down pillows. “He’s so strange,” I thought to myself as I put away the last dish and wiped my hands on the dish cloth hanging on the wall near the sink. Suddenly, I felt something on my waist. Acting on behalf on my instincts, which I gained from martial arts, I spun around and quickly grabbed Ren’s hand and twisted it. He looked at me, a blank expression on his face. Then he smirked and untwisted his hand, spinning me and trapping my hand on the small of my back as he used his left hand to grab my free hand and pinned it against the wall, rendering me speechless and quite humiliated. “You wanna play?” He smirked, inching his face close to mine. My cheeks and ears were burning with anger and indignation. His grip on my hands loosened and I pulled free, studying my wrists. They were completely fine. He had immobilized me without any apparent force! “Go away, Ren. Get out!” I nearly yelled, to which he replied, “You’re going to leave me out there to get robbed and raped?” Even now he was joking around, when I was clearly angry! “Hmph. You seem to know how to take care of yourself,” I said icily, rubbing my wrists, “besides, who would want to rape another guy?” He looked at me with a serious expression and said, “There are gay people out there,” while crossing his arms. “Are you one of them?” I said tacitly. “Maybe,” he replied implicitly, looking at me in suggestive manner. Blushing deeper, I went upstairs to my room and retrieved Ren’s clothes, which were completely dry. Ren followed me up and picked up his backpack and case. “What’s in it?” I asked, my curiosity sparked once again. “It’s my violin,” he answered casually. “I didn’t know you played the violin,” I said. “There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he said in a tacit manner, smiling gently. He looked at his dry clothes and said, “Oh, yeah,” then began to strip. “Hey! Not in front of me!” I exclaimed, turning around, my cheeks faintly warm. “What? We’re both guys,” he said, “besides, I’m wearing boxers,” “That’s exactly why I don’t want to see you,” I mumbled to myself. “I’m leaving now,” he said, walking past me to the balcony, lugging his violin case and swinging his backpack on. “From the balcony?!” I exclaimed. “Yes, why?” He said. He took another step, then paused. Putting down his violin case, he turned to me and said, “I’m sorry. For everything,” his eyes reflecting sorrow. It made me feel a little regretful for yelling at him and I said, “I-it’s ok.” The next thing I knew, I was in Ren’s arms. My heartbeat quickened slightly and my cheeks flushed. “I just like teasing you,” he confessed, “when you get all flustered and embarrassed, you look so cute,” again, my cheeks heated up. “I look…C-cute?” I thought to myself as Ren let go of me. “Thank you for putting up with me,” he said as he picked up his violin case. “Do you know your way back?” I asked. His lips formed a smile. “Don’t worry about me. I know my way,” with that, he put one foot on the railing and waved. “Goodbye,” he said, his figure illuminated by the setting sun. I managed to croak out a “See you…” Before he vanished.
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