Shoyo held a girl's hand, someone he never knew, string across the gym.
It was the day of the dance, and he noticed kenma from across.
He saw kenma turn around, handing a drink to Yachi with a visible smile on both their faces.
"H-hinata, my hand-"
Shoyo looked over at the girl, who pointed at her hand, which he hadn't realized he had started to squeeze. "Oh, I'm sorry!" He said quickly, letting go.
"It's ok..." she mumbled, trying to hold his hand again, but he kept it away, his entire focus on kenma.
Dammit, he looked so good today...
With...
Yachi...
The girl tapped him on the shoulder. "You wanna...actually.... dance?"
Shoyo forced himself to stop staring and nodded, going along with the girl and dancing with her, his focus still on kenma.
Stop staring.
You look creepy.
You're the creepy gay best friend in all those movies, aren't you?
Shoyo's inner thoughts filled him as he danced with the girl, not noticing her smile and noticeably without one himself. "Is everything ok...?" She asked politely.
Shoyo nodded. "Of course. I'm fine!" He smiled and kissed her cheek, trying his hardest not to look at kenma and yachi.
