𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Ch. 17

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. "Rintaro, I missed you so much!" The brunette proceeded to squeeze any remaining air from her victims lungs with a bear hug, unapologetically. As she tightened her arms around her neck, she placed small, little meaningless kisses across the twins scrunched face.

   "Hi Shoko, how was your medical training?" Rintaro brought her hand to her face and began to smudge away the dark pink tint her friend added to her already seething blush.

   "Well, it was nothing fun without you, but I did have a couple exciting encounters if that's what you're insinuating." Shoko's tinted lips brushed against the external cartilage of Rintaro's ear while she seductively whispered into it.

   Rintaro froze, and Shoko knew she had done exactly what she intended to. The sleeves of her lab coat dragged across the fabric of the twins uniforms as her arms slinked off. With a smirk on her glossed lips, she sauntered around the circular table. "And, I'm a little sad you wiped away my kisses... they were masking your blush."

Satoru looked to the side his seemingly flustered sister was currently sitting. "Blushing?" He raised his hand from the table, causing Rintaro to slightly flinch away involuntarily. He paused and then proceeded to move slower this time, now allowing his finger to glide across the silkiness of her lengthy hair.

   "Gojo, calm down, who at this table would she blush over? Definitely not emo and emo number 2 over there." Shoko accusedly pointed to the pair of innocent first years that could only blink back in reply. With her other hand, she felt around the now empty pocket she could remember sliding a lighter into just moments ago.

"Do you need a lighter, Shoko?" Rintaro straightened her posture to peer over the table and gain insight to what her friend across the table was doing. On the seat next to her, small bundles of pocket lint filled the empty space. 

She silently watched as Shoko began to become frantic, her panic finally setting in. Her nails began to pick at the woven seams and pull them from their rightful places, tearing the uniform apart.

Rintaro watched in silence, thankful to have her brother soothingly brush through her hair while this went down. "I can go back to the dorm really quick, we have one there to light candles."

"Don't worry about it, I got you Ieiri." She turned her head at the presence of that familiar, velvet tone she missed hearing. Geto Suguru. Her friend that now strode confidently toward their almost filled table.

"Suguru, have I ever told you that you're my favorite?" Suguru bent over and slid into the town of dark blue pocket dust bunnies that populated his seat previously. His large hand slid into his pocket, where a neon green lighter always stayed in the case that Shoko would need it. His thumb slid against the lighter, sending heated sparks in a flight towards the table. After several clicks, the lighter ignited and lit the fresh cigarette the brunette couldn't resist.

   Haibara who sat across Nanami and next to Satoru, quietly snickered to himself.  "What no way, I think I prefer Goj- Satoru to Geto." He squeaked out awkwardly.

   "You know what Yu? You've always been my favorite first year, it's never been Nanami, all he does is sulk with that little emo hair of his." Satoru stuck his arm out a little ways away and fist bumped the prideful first year.

Rintaro found herself unable to partake in the discussion at hand. She was focused, captivated by the unfamiliar aura oozing from the raven haired male. It slowly spread to her in wave like patterns, like the ones at the beach. Slowly nearing, washing up on shore, and then drawing back.