"It" Can't Be Helped (Revised) | ✔️ | Blue Exorcist

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"I can't believe you fell on your ass." Bon snickered, covering his mouth so he wouldn't lose his mouthful of food. Shima looked embarrassed, and I didn't blame him. This event must have occurred while Izumo and I were dancing, because I definitely would have remembered it if I had been present.

Shima poked his chopsticks at a tofu block, averting his gaze. "There was punch on the floor." Although it was funny to see him so worked up, I did feel bad for him. He was wearing his suit jacket around his waist, covering the red stain on his gray pants. Shiemi nudged him and gave him a small smile, telling him it was okay and to just laugh it off.

I turned my attention to the rest of the group and the delicious meal in front of us. We were in a corner booth. With there being eight of us, and not having a prior reservation, we had waited over forty-five minutes to be seated. That was on us for poor planning, however. There was school event, and everyone was going out to eat at this time. We were lucky to be sat as soon as we were. Not that it mattered too much to us, we had chattered and laughed most of the time. I reached toward the center of the table, snagging a piece of meat and dunking into my bowl of broth for only a few moments before shoving the whole thing into my mouth. I hummed in delight, chewing on the meat as my eyes wandered the table.

Yukio and I had taken to edges of the booth, both of us preferring not to be squished between bodies. Izumo was next to me, with Shiemi and Shima next to her. Bon and Koneko were on the opposite side of the table by Yukio, and Shura was almost exactly in the middle of us all. I'd have to thank her later for dinner, I knew this type of restaurant wasn't cheap. I grabbed a bundle of mushrooms and dipping them in my broth before slurping them into my mouth. I had cleared a decent amount in the last several minutes, and my stomach was starting to protest. However, I wasn't going to let it ruin my night.

I turned to look over Izumo's head, addressing the blonde and pink-haired classmates. "So how's the honeymoon phase? You guys starting to hate each other yet?" I laughed at my own joke, wiping a napkin against my chin to clean some spilled broth.

Shima snorted and rolled his eyes. "We never fight, and I don't think we ever will. I could never stay mad at Moriyama-san, just look at her," he gestured to the blushing blonde next to him. "How could you stay mad at that?"

Shura scoffed, snapping her chopsticks above her bowl and giving the teen a sideways glance. "Oh, god. I forgot how naïve teenagers were with love."

Shima didn't let it bother him, simply waving her away. He turned his eyes back to me before moving over to look at Yukio. "Speaking of arguments, you two seem to be back on good terms. What was that about?"

My twin shot me a glace and I saw that he was just as uncomfortable as I was. He cleared his throat and toyed with his food. "It's a little personal..."

"Oh, sorry." Embarrassed by his actions, my classmate quickly turned to strike up a conversation with Koneko, his words sounding forced. I watched as he tried to dig himself out of the guilt he felt, scratching at the back of his head. Next to him, Shura pulled out her phone and started typing away. Not long after she set the electronic down, I saw Yukio pull out his own phone. He sighed, casting a wayward glance at her before texting back. I chewed on my lip, feeling a bit of anxiety bloom in my chest. Things were going so well, why did Shima have to open his mouth? Not that I could be too angry, he couldn't possibly know how intimate our fight had been. Yukio seemed resigned to his fate, answering my mentors multiple messages with a frown on his face.

I turned back to my bowl, suddenly not very hungry anymore. I could taste the food in the back on my throat, and a wave of nausea swept through me. I reached up and pulled at my tie, loosening it from my neck. Izumo looked at me out of the corner of her eye and I sighed. "It's hot in here."