Yuki's chest was now snugly pressed against Ren's back, his left arm buckled on his six packs. The jitters he had been hiding throughout the journey now fluttered violently against Ren's body.
The only time Ren had his back drilled like that was when he sat on one of those massage chairs at Atre. It was strangely satisfying. He didn't know Yuki could mimic its energy but provide his body with ten times the comfort.
"By the way, did you bring the songbook?" Ren asked out of the blue, his eyes locked on the road.
"Oh shoot! I forgot to put it in my bag. Can I bring it tomorrow instead?" Yuki replied, feeling bad for screwing up.
"You have one job, Yuki! You baka!" he told himself off.
"No, it's okay. I'll just drop by your house tonight."
It looked like Ren needed it badly.
"I might not pick you up later, though. I have to leave early. We have to be at the airport before six," he added.
"Oh, your father's coming home, I remember. You told me last week." Ren's father had worked as a mechanical engineer in South Korea for half a decade before deciding to return home and start his own business.
"Yep! And I bet he'll have presents for all of us. I have a feeling he bought me a guitar."
"I see. That's why you need that book today. But why didn't you ask about it at the house?"
"I forgot. I was busy fixing your necktie."
"Heh? So it was my fault?"
"That's not what I said."
"But that's what you meant."
"No, it's not."
They laughed it off as the bike stopped near the school gate. It was still early, and they had 45 minutes until the start of class.
"We made it, thank goodness. Kenta is worried sick about his journal," Ren said crossly, apparently taking offense at Kenta's relentlessness.
"You can't blame him, though. We've been late many times, remember? You know how strict Emi sensei is," argued Yuki.
"How would you know? She hasn't taught your class yet," Ren rebutted, unwilling to give up.
"Because you've told me many times. Whenever we talk about school, all I hear is how annoyed you are with her. So somehow, I get the picture."
"Fair enough."
The two split up on the second floor. Ren's classroom was on the third floor, adjacent to the library, while Yuki's was on the second floor, a couple of units away from the stairs.
Kashiwazaki Junior High School was a short distance from the boys' homes, but it was a ten- to fifteen-minute walk for students coming from around National Route 8. No wonder they preferred cycling to school.
Ren and Yuki spent most of their education in this small section of the ward. There was no reason for them to study elsewhere, as their current and future schools sat next to each other.
"Hey, what took you so long? Did you bring my journal?"
"Oh shit! I forgot. I can't remember where I put it."
"Maji? Please tell me you're joking. You know I need to hand it over today."
YOU ARE READING
Killing Yuki
Horror...fully exposing his well-sculpted physique. The fine hair near the bulging bicep creates a stark contrast with the smooth, radish-white armpit. The bright light in the room failed to obscure the fine groove dividing his well-defined chest in half...
