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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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Somewhere in Yokohama...
Rindou leaned against a rusted fence, thumbing through his flip phone. The message from Shion blinked back at him for the fifth damn time.
"Meet me at the east-side lot behind the game center. Don't take forever."
"This idiot said not to take forever, then makes me wait," Rindou complained. He shoved the phone into his pocket and looked around again. Sure enough, a familiar blond mullet caught his eye. Shion, standing across the street, completely zoned in on his own flip phone, tapping away with furrowed brows.
Rindou's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Gotcha," he mumbled, already creeping forward. As soon as he was close enough, he jabbed his finger right into Shion's side.
"THE FUCK!?" Shion damn near squealed, jerking away from the touch. His phone almost flew out of his hand.
"The fuck is wrong with you?!" The blondie snarled, spinning around and grabbing Rindou's cheeks with both hands. He yanked and twisted them like dough. "You tryna die today?! I'm gonna beat the shit outta you, dumbass!"
Rindou was already laughing his ass off, doubled over while his cheeks were still in Shion's grip. "H-Hah-shit! You squealed! Sounded like Y/n!"
"Eat shit, Haitani! You sneak up on me again and I will bury you under this parking lot!"
"Worth it," Rindou wheezed, wheeling away as Shion chased after him, still cussing him out.
Once the little chase around the lot ended, the two of them slowed down, panting and hunched over with hands on their knees. Rindou was still chuckling, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Bro," he grinned between breaths, "I swear to god, you squealed. Like-eeeek!" He mimicked it horribly, making himself laugh harder.
Shion's face turned beet red, not from the running, but pure embarrassment. He glared daggers at Rindou, lips twitching as he was trying not to crack.
"Keep runnin' your mouth, Rindou, and I'm goin' the fuck home," he warned, flipping Rindou the middle finger straight to his face. "I'm serious."
"Hey, hey, relax!" Rindou threw an arm around his shoulder before Shion could stomp off. "C'mon, don't be so pouty about it."
Shion made a noise of protest but didn't shove him off.
"I'll treat you to ramen later, aight? My treat."
Shion clicked his tongue, still sulking. "You better throw in gyoza too, or I'm tellin' Ran you cried when that stray cat hissed at you last week."
"Oi-low blow!" Rindou cackled, guiding him down the street as the two of them bickered their way toward the arcade.
They started wasting their time at the arcade. Light gun games, racing simulators, UFO catchers. If it beeped or flashed, they gave it a shot.
Eventually, they parked themselves at one of the classic fighting game cabinets, slamming coins in and picking their characters.
