Story Untold // Kisaki Tetta

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• Yet another shitty day

Once we got to school, Kisaki dragged me along the way. Nothing new, really. A lot of people tend to think us as lovers, but vividly impossible. Me and Kisaki, we don't have any mutual relationships other than being best of friends.

Kisaki was my childhood friend. We used to play in a neighborhood along with some other friends of mine and Kisaki would always stay in a corner rather not playing with us. Hanma on the other hand, we met him in a street while me and Kisaki were walking home from school at night. We found him drunk and intoxicated so we brought him home. Talk about illegal minor drinking. Now, that bastard is following us almost everywhere and eventually became our 'random ass friend'. That shit happened like 5 years ago.

As he was dragging me, my eyes were trying to find Hanma to see if he caught up or something. My eyes saw no sight of his features. Thinking he was flirting with random women again, I decided to shrug things off and just went on.

"Saki, you can let go now."I told him as his hand was holding mine a little too firmly.

He didn't let go.

"Why would I?" A surprising response. What??

"I know you do this all the time, man. But eXCUSE YOU? "Why would I?" ??
Do you hear yourself?"

Yes, he drags me like everyfuckingwhere without saying shit to me. But the thing is that usually when I tell him to let go, he would let me go no hesitation. That's why his response today shook me.

"Give me at least 5 reasons on why I should let your hand go." He lowkey grinned at me.

"First, my hands are sweating. Second,  everyone is staring at us. Third, my bag is slipping and I can't pull it up cause you're fucking dragging me like I'm a dead body. Fourth–"

I got cut off. AGAIN.

He removed his hand from mine and shushed me with his finger on my lips causing my words to be cut off.

"Tsk. Noisy noisy." He smiled and walked away.

You were literally asking me, stupid fuck. I swear, once I get the chance to murder your funky ass, I definitely would.

"Before you commit homicide in your tiny peanut brain, the Principal is calling all students to the gymnasium. Just reminding you to not be late."

"Weirdo." I mumbled under my breath.

"I'll wait for Hanma. You can go on." I walked away from him and sat on the bench where I usually wait for Hanma. A simple bench with a tree behind it.

Knowing Kisaki would go off on his own, his actions again surprised me.
He sat down beside me and stared at a distance.

"The hell are you doing?"

"Waiting with you?"

"I thought you're gonna go on your own."

"Is there something wrong with waiting, then?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Y'know what, fine." I scoffed.

He pulled out his book once again, and started reading. Or to be exact, 'reviewing'. Though there's no exam upcoming yet, this man really loves studying. One time he actually reviewed me before the upcoming exams and I'm telling you that he's TERRIFYING when it comes to teaching. Yeah, we're the best of friends but still. This man is a prodigy born in 1992. Hanma was born in 1989. I'm born in 1992. Few months younger than Kisaki. He's in January 20, July 11 for me, and October 27 for Dunce Face.

Hanma's a repeater. He's a year ahead of us instead of 3 years. He never told us why he repeated, but we all know that he's a bit of the warfreak and a complete adrenaline junkie. Must be a reason why.

We waited and we waited. Still no sign of him. He'd know I'd be waiting at this specific bench. He's a little too late today. Maybe he ran into and errand? He said he'll convoy.

"Is this how long you wait for him?" He asked with his eyes still glued to the book.

"Ngh.. not really. Today's a bit unusual. He doesn't really come around this late. "

"You sure do know him, huh."

"I guess I do."

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Messy hair, dirty uniform, sweaty face. That's what came running onto us.

"Fight again?" Kisaki's cold voice.

"Couldn't help myself. They were annoying as hell. Sooo, I decided to entertain myself a bit."

"You look shitty."

I grabbed my bag, pulled out a face towel and threw it at him.

"That's neat and clean. Go wash yourself. We'll wait in the gymnasium."

He stood there holding a laugh while staring at me.

"Guhh- guess who looks more shitty-"

And there, he bursted out laughing.

"Mitsuki, there's bird shit in your head." Kisaki pointed at my head and offered me his wet wipes.

"Don't you think you're the one who needs the face towel? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

I didn't realize I touched my head and felt a wet substance in it.

"SHE TOUCHED IT- BAHAHAHAHAHA" as he aggressively smacks Kisaki's back.

"You're fucking stupid." Kisaki furrowed his brows at me.

I immediately grabbed his wipes and wiped my hand and head and ran all the way to the bathroom hearing Hanma's wheezing going fader and fader in the background as I step to a further distance.

As I was washing my hand since I finished cleaning my head that I shampooed and cleaned well with filth that finally went away, the school bell rang. I hurried up and find my way back to Kisaki and Hanma and didn't bother to dry my hair.

Someone threw a towel on my head.

"That's neat and clean. Go dry yourself. We'll wait."

Just Hanma.

"Thanks, dobe." I chuckled and hurriedly dried my hair with the towel.

"You might wanna double time, Sweetheart. Everyone's walking inside already."

"Kisaki? You don't wanna go on first? You don't like being late, right?" I asked him while groping onto my hair with the towel as I'm bent down.

"You want to have an alone time with Hanma? Y'know, I ship you two."

Hanma choked.

I choked.

"Just the thought of it disgusts me- oh god."

"Me? Mitsuki? HELL NAH! BAHAHAHA!"

"You two seem more close." He smiled.

"Kisaki, don't tell me you're jealous that I might steal your bestie?"

"Not."

She's my significant other.