Ripped Love Letters / Isagi Yoichi

IX

Isagi had no idea what he was doing. His mouth was dry from swallowing his own saliva, and his lips were too sensitive to touch right now. His breaths got hotter and hotter from remembering the scene at the park with Kazuya, he couldn't even focus on his homework.

His grip on his pencil was weak, he could barely lift it. He threw his head back, and fanned his face with a folder. His hands reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts then stopping at Ninomae's contact information.

He hesitated, would Ninomae be mad? He checked the time, '9:48', it said. He's sure she isn't the type of person to sleep early, so he presses the call button.

Her phone rings on her white bed comforter, cutting off the silence in her room. She jumps in her chair-- her tongue clicking in annoyance.

"What do you--"

"I kissed your brother." Isagi spoke, clutching the armrest of his desk chair.

She parted her lips to speak, then unintentionally made a noise of confusion. Her mouth pursed, as she stared at her phone in surprise.

"You did what-?"

Isagi huffed, "I kissed Kazuya! Your brother."

"Could ya' be any louder?! Jeez, I heard ya'!" She scratched the back of her neck, holding her phone between her neck and shoulder. Her fingers gently unfolded an envelope, careful to not make any unnecessary noise.

"What should I do? I don't even know if he likes me-! I barely know if I like him!"

She hummed, a gesture for him to continue.

"I mean his locker said otherwise, but that wasn't even for me to see." He sighed, "Did you see what happened in the morning?"

"No, what happened?" She lied, paying more attention to the love letter in her hand. Mind you, this isn't her love letter to Isagi, it's Kazuya's.

Her search for a mini-skirt to wear led her to finding all of the letters Kazuya was supposed to indirectly give to Isagi. She pieced it together, and now she's reading his 'cheesy' writing.

"Someone wrote and drew rude shit on his locker, everyone was watching him clean it up." Isagi frowned, he had to pretend to not read the rude context on the lockers.

Yeah, I know. I'm an asshole for not saying anything that time.

"Oh." Ninomae paused, re-reading a paragraph of pink text.

'I'll probably have to confess to you eventually. Someone's gonna tell you that I like guys, and then I'll be forced. But it's alright, by now-- you should have a clear picture of who I am.'

"Ninomae? Are you still there?" Isagi spoke loudly after Ninomae had accidentally pressed the speaker option.

She scrambled to pick up her phone, and lower the volume when she caught footsteps coming towards her room.

Shit.