Would You Rather?

History Project~

I packed my things in a flash after the bell rang, I stood up and wandered to Kisaki's desk, as if I was a soldier on duty ready for deployment. He didn't say anything just stood up and went his way as I followed behind him awkwardly. Suddenly I felt my stomach growl.

"How about a Ramen shop stop?" He didn't respond, making me feel like I was just walking on eggshells for a solid minute. Then he finally halted and looked at me.

"Sure, but let's be quick." Suddenly I felt rushed, I hoped him being in a hurry wouldn't give me indigestion.

Once we walked to the shop and sat beside each other while ordering the ramen I felt like crying. He was just sitting there silently, making it more awkward than this had to be. Probably from his perspective I was just a random girl that had a crush on him but was otherwise useless to any of his plans.

I sighed when the ramen arrived, I decided to focus on eating, but suddenly received a text from Keisuke.

'Wanna come over for a motorcycle ride?' I guess he was free to do whatever since it was Friday.

'Nope, no can do. I'm going over to a classmate's house to finish a group project.' why a motorcycle ride? Wasn't he satisfied enough from last time?

"Can you hurry up?" Apparently, one message was a no go for him.

"Geez, are you in a foul mood or something, we just sat down." I started to taste the soup, trying to not burn my tongue. I was eating in peace until halfway thru I felt a burning gaze on my side.

"Let it out, instead of staring at me with such an intense gaze." After I said it, Kisaki finally picked up some sort of conversation.

"I been thinking, and I came to the conclusion that there is no way you actually have a crush on me." I nearly choked on the noodles since I was slurping them down, has he figured me out? It was big brain time.

"Sounds to me like you trying to explain love thru logical means, love is illogical so you have to deal with it, there is no need to keep denying it." Were my bullshit skills good this time around?

"Really? So tell me what do you like about me?" Before he could finish his sentence I slurped down some noodles so I could have more time to think about the answer. What was I supposed to say, style, hair, personality?

"Your eyes." I didn't dare to make eye contact to not get caught in the lie.

"What?" he just asked dumbfounded.

"Haven't you heard the saying, how eyes are the windows to the soul?" He didn't respond, in fact, he didn't say anything until we actually arrived at his house. I just followed him like a lost puppy all the way there.

Once we took out the drinks and snacks we started to discuss the topic we would write about, he became quickly disappointed when he discovered my lack of knowledge of Japanese history.

"Have you ever paid attention in this class, how do you even keep your grades intact?" yes I did pay attention in history classes, but about Europe, not Japan.

"Japanese history is boring," I said as an excused, basically lying thru my teeth. It wasn't boring per se, but the little things I did learn were from YouTube videos, it's not like I could go back and refresh my memory on those topics the same way, since it was now 2005. Meaning those educational videos didn't exist yet.

"What kind of history do you even know?" he asked as I proudly announced.

"European and American one." He rolled his eyes at me.

"I'm trying my best here ok?" I pouted I didn't want this asshole thinking I was stupid. Thankfully the system provided me with the information I was supposed to know as a Japanese Middle student, which I didn't know was an option. I started to write down the paper which cause Kisaki to realize something was wrong.