*:･ﾟHard To Love ･ﾟ:*

CHAPTER 8 - stain

KOU
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"That was fun Minamoto-kun! Thank you." I nod and set my microphone down, feeling incredibly thankful that that was the last song this girl wanted to do.

I felt awful the entire time.

I was just thinking about how Sousuke looked when I handed him my keys and pretty much forced him out of the room myself. We were so close just then, I could just feel it.

"Yeah, sure." I give her a fake little smile as we both leave the room and walk back to the lobby. "Hey Minamoto, are you hungry?" "Yeah, a little. Why do you ask?"  "Oh!" She softly smiles and sets her hands on her cheeks before putting them back down to her frontside. "Well, I was just wanting to ask if you would like to come with me to go get a bite somewhere before we have to go back to campus?" My eyebrows raise and narrow as I set my hands in my pockets.

There's no way I can leave Sousuke waiting for me any longer after I was the one who dragged him here when he probably didn't even want to come in the first place.

"Uh.. I'm sorry, but I think I may have to pass. My buddy is waiting for me in the car and my throat is feeling a bit sore from all that singing. I appreciate that offer though." Sure.. of course. I hope your throat feels okay." I nod and wave back at her as I leave, rushing over to my car and getting into the driver seat. "Sousuke, listen.. I am so sorry, I didn't expect it to take that long." I look over at him, noticing immediately how he wasn't quick to look back at me.

Just looking at Sousuke, I could easily tell he was pissed. His arms were crossed and he was staring out the windshield with his earbuds in. I had no idea what I could say to him since I already knew what was the matter, so there was no point in me even asking.

"Are you good?" I mutter, waiting for Sousuke to look over at me—but he never did.

Perhaps he can't hear me..

I then put a hand on his shoulder, seeing that he was quick to shrug it off. "Hey, why are you so angry looking? I was only gone for like—" I glance over at the radio to see the time then look back at him. "—not even thirty minutes. Tell me what's going on." "Do you want me or not, Kou." Sousuke mumbles, not looking over at me. "What?" "Just answer me." "Of course I want you, what are you talking about?" "Then act like it. Wait patiently or don't wait at all, it isn't hard." My eyebrows subtly raise before I get a confused look on my face. "I'm afraid I don't follow."

That was when Sousuke ripped his earbuds out of his ears and glared up at me furiously. "You almost kissed me and then proceeded to force me out of the room when that girl came around. You're taking this whole 'make me jealous' spew way too far and I'm tired of it. You need to make a decision, and you need to make it now." His eyebrows narrowed, "You either wait, or you don't get me at all. You cannot have both." "So you want me to wait for you, that's what's going on." Sousuke moves his head to the side, keeping his eyes stuck on me as he moves to a side glare and then moves his face completely away from me. "You make it too easy for me to hate you, I hope you realize that." He mutters once more before sticking his earbuds back in his ears. "But you don't even want me, I don't get it." I keep my eyes on him, and I can tell he heard me because I saw his eyes move towards me once more as he began to side-eye me again. "I hate that I was thinking about it." Sousuke mutters before bringing his knees up. "About what?" My eyes stayed stuck on Mitsuba as he thought about saying what he was wanting to say, but he was quick to go all quiet on me and look out the window again.

"Just forget it.."

I softly frown and bring my hand over to him, not quite sure where I should put it without making him even more angry. It was normal for me to offer myself up to anyone that was clearly upset in my presence, but I couldn't bring myself to comfort Sousuke like I normally would. This was because I could literally see his agitated aura radiating up off of him and I realized that if I did anything else to upset him in the slightest, he'd definitely go off on me.