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PK High School receives another transfer student! Woohoo!
His name is Asher Morteli. 1/3 American, 1/3 Asian, and 1/3 Italian. Though, he usually either sticks with Asian or American, depending on the situation.
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In order to take Asher's mind off of recent events, Saiki decided to take him out somewhere. And no, it wasn't an excuse for the two of them to go out on a date. He was doing this for the sake of protecting his secret identity. That's all.
"I can't believe you asked me out on a date..!" Asher spoke excitedly, his hands clenching and unclenching at random.
"It's not a date."
"Riiight," he rolled his eyes, "Maybe not to you, but I certainly will be thinking of it as a date."
Saiki also rolled his eyes in response. Whatever.
"Anyways, what's the plan?"
"The mall, a cafe nearby, then the movies."
"Honest?" Both of his eyebrows rose. Saiki wanted to do all of that? "Did I do something wrong? We don't have to go out and about like that..."
"Nothing's wrong. I want to do this." His purple eyes looked up to a pair of brown. "Why? Wanna end our day early?"
'No!! Never!!!!'
The brunette shook his head. "No, I just.. I didn't think you were an outdoorsy sort of person."
"Well, today is different. So enjoy it."
"Alright."
Together, they arrived at the mall. They were window shopping for the most part, the brunette doing most of the talking as he pointed out different outfits and what he thought of them. They would also stop by some of the stands, peering over whatever they were selling before moving along. There times when they would walk into a shop and take a closer look at certain things.
"Saiki, what do you think of this?"
Said boy turned from the clothing rack he was facing, looking to Asher.
The brunette wore a black compression shirt, a spider-man design pressed onto the chest area. The shirt barely stopped below his belly button. The shorts he wore had two layers, the outtermost a grey gradient that hung loosely on his frame. The part underneath clung to his thighs and ended right above his knees.
"Summer's coming around the corner, and I do need a new swim suit."
Saiki had to process where to look before his face warmed to a deep red, turning back to the clothing rack he fidgeted with before. Did the swim suit have to be so... tight? Defining? When had he even went to change in the first place?
