“Good morning Akamatsu-san.”
“Good morning Saihara-kun.”
“Good morning Akamatsu-chan~”
Akamatsu Kaede froze along with a few others.
A few cautious and curious glances headed her way but she couldn't let it affect her. There's no way she could because she's been spending the last two days prepping herself for this.
The more you avoid or hide from something, the more it will hurt and devour you. She knows this all too well. She has to do what she's been practicing so hard for.
“Good morning Ouma-kun.”
And it was just to smile.
Breakfast went by without incident and it was the same as always, but for some inexplicable reason it filled her with dread.
Was she glad nothing out of the ordinary happened, or was she just being too self-conscious of things? or perhaps somewhere deep inside, she was upset the incident a week ago is already a distant memory to him?
The sound of something being filled, snaps her out of her daydream, her head rising steadfast.
The SHSL maid pours her another round of orange juice sharing with her a small smile. Akamatsu’s cheeks flare up a little.
Was Tojo sensing her own disarray or was it more overthinking? Whichever it is, the small gesture brought back some much needed optimism.
She drinks her cup with exaggerated vigor and Akamatsu swears she feels a pair of familiar eyes drilling a hole into her.
Everyone had already made their way towards the exit, save for Tojo who busied herself collecting everyone's dishes, and to add to her relief Akamatsu, received a few invitations to hang out.
Pushing her chair in and ready to leave, she finds herself turning back like it was natural.
Because it used to be, the action itself seems to be imprinted into her whole body.
The same childish eyes filled to the brim with mischief stared back. The eyes softened just as she stiffened a bit.
“A-Ah you're still here Ouma-kun? I thought you left with everyone.”
Akamatsu bit on the inside of her cheek, she wanted nothing more than to rip her own tongue for the betrayal.
“Weeell the thing is I was, but then somehow I ended up waiting for you,” he pushes in his own chair almost mimicking Akamatsu’s.
“Weird isn’t it? It’s like my body was trained to be in sync with yours.” His words would have been more effective on Akamatsu, if he didn’t have such an over exaggerated look of shock on his face.
Ouma Kokichi never changes she notes, it was frustrating and agonizing and yet, a wide grin grew on her face.
She couldn't win against her still lingering feelings.
“Ahhh Akamatsu-chan you pervert.” Ouma covers his face with his own hand fidgeting uncomfortably.
Did she zone out and miss something?
“Don’t try and play coy with me. I can tell what someone's thinking with just one look.”
A finger comes at her with supernatural speed. It pokes her nose once, then twice, finally ending when she swats it away after too many pokes.
“That’s your punishment for defiling me in your mind just now.”
Swiftly, grabbing the accusing finger Akamatsu squeezes it, then in the same movement bends it back a tad.
He howls, no he wails in immense pain with the empty cafeteria it seemed to amplify.
It’s short-lived for when she let his finger go to cover her own ears, Ouma already stopped and sighed happily.
“Ah so refreshing,” he giggled, looking towards her before placing his hands behind his head.
That little gremlin…
Akamatsu grimaced to herself, as she readies her legs for departure, when she noticed a few leaky drops in the corner of Ouma's eyes.
Without thought, she leans close to him with the close proximity she could feel his breath.
He calls out with an emotion she's rarely heard him use.
Silently, she wipes his tears with her thumb. The stare from breakfast makes its return.
It lasted less than a second, in fact it was too short, Akamatsu must have imagined it but she knows she didn’t.
Because the look in Ouma's eyes matched her own.
The tingling electric feeling still had not left her lips, yet she finds herself seeking it again.
She wasn’t alone, wanting to bask in that feeling, Ouma moves in sync with her actions.
Ouma's lips were soft, warm, and delicate like a girl’s.
It confused Akamatsu sometimes, because a guy’s lips were supposed to be rough and hard or so she's heard.
Ouma grips her free hand, giving it a warning squeeze.
“You just thought of something rude right now didn’t you?”
Akamatsu's eyes flutter open, blinking a few times; she stares down at a grumpy face.
How cute was the first words that popped into her head.
“Jeez Akamatsu-chan never changes.” He continued to grumble, it quickly changes to humility.
“But that’s what I like about you~”
His feet tip toe and plants another unexpected kiss on her.
A kiss full of all the things they both wanted to say but can't.
A kiss full of all the things they feel but can’t express.
And a kiss full of hope for the future.
They both step back from each other, waiting for the other to react.
Akamatsu and Ouma both turn to each other in unison.
“Shall we go?”
He extends his hand towards her, bending down as if she was royalty and he was her humble servant.
In the same vein, she returned his bowing down with her own and grasps his hand with both of hers.
“Yeah let’s go together.”