Ayanokouji What If: Popularity Time

V3 Chapter 2: Curiosity Killed The Cat

Kiyotaka Pov
The birds song woke me up before my alarm clock even did. Mostly because the birds were right on my window sill. I stared blankly at the ceiling and sighed, rolling around and-BLAM!

Right. I'm on the couch. So as I was face down on the ground now, I heard the bed sheets rustling and a confused,"the fuck?" A minute or two later, Kikyo walked around the side of the couch and saw me laying there.

Kikyo: Kiyotaka, are you ok?

She knelt down and began to poke at my arms, then my back, and then my cheeks. Use your imagination. I would be lying if I said I enjoyed it, and I lifted up my arm to swat hers away and I pushed off the ground with a loud groan.

Kiyotaka: I'm not dead, just not used to sleeping on the couch.

Kikyo: Maybe you should pursue a career in a haunted house. Kinda thought you were dead for a minute there.

Kiyotaka: Did you now...

Kikyo: Not really.

The ear splitting sounds of both of our alarms going off interrupted us, and we quickly shut ours off as to avoid a burst of anger in which we threw our phones out the window. Just like yesterday, Kikyo went into the bathroom first while I worked on preparing breakfast.

I cracked 5 eggs over the countertop, and moved it over the pan before breaking the tender shell with my thumbs. I began to put the bacon to sizzle on the stove while making sure to periodically flip the eggs. I was almost out of bread, but that doesn't matter since I'm going to be gone for awhile anyways. I put the last pieces into the toaster and moved around the kitchen, making sure everything didn't burn. Multitasking was an essential skill when it came to the kitchen, and was a useful one in all facets of life, even taking baths and showers as to minimize the water wasted. Of course, no one can resist a good bubble bath.

Memories from last night appeared in my mind, and I tapped my fingers to my cheek once again; it was still warm. Obviously not from the kiss, but it was almost comforting to lie to myself and say it was. Say...had I ever been kissed before? Perhaps by my mother? That Man? I doubt it.

If my mother truly loved me, I wouldn't be who I am now.

Attempting to push those thoughts out of my mind, I took the eggs off and allowed them to cool so when Kikyo came out we could eat. The toaster set off, so I also removed the toast and along with that took some butter from the fridge. I opted to put butter on my toast, but I merely put it to the side of Kikyo's in case she didn't like butter. I know she wasn't lactose intolerant as of now, since I've seen her drink milk before with no apparent worry on her face, but she could have just been pretending not to have discomfort.

Regardless, I'd rather be safe than sorry.

Pfsssh

The sound of the shower coming to a stop prompted me into putting the meal on the table and sitting down with my phone. Seconds later, I heard the voice in the bathroom call me over.

Kikyo: Hey uhm, do you have a towel?

Damnit. I silently cursed myself realizing I hadn't put the towels back into the bathroom. I walked over to table where the towels were stored under it, and removed two from the stack: One for me, one for her. I opened the door to the bathroom hesitantly and held the towel out for her to grab.

Kiyotaka: Here, take it.

Kikyo: Thank you!

I had my eyes looking out of the bathroom, but a small voice in my head told me to look in the bathroom. I tried to ignore the voice, but curiosity got the best of me. I looked inside and observed the bathroom.