No Better Lover Than Your Enemy (A Toru Oikawa Story)

Old Flames

After falling on her and accidentally kissing her, I wanted to make up for it. Though until now I'd had no idea how I could do that. No idea that didn't involve me becoming her punching bag anyway. But that wasn't the only reason I asked her to stay.

While we'd been walking back to my house and talking, she'd been acting differently than she usually did. Okay, maybe she'd been acting a little weird before that. But for some reason, I just couldn't understand why.

That's when her words really hit me. She'd understood what I was doing and why without me even having to say anything. How could she know all that? She couldn't have... unless... Unless Senri has been through exactly the same thing.

But then why would she go through all that trouble to talk to me about it? We weren't friends. In fact, I was sure she hated me. Maybe we'd been friends when we were kids, but things were different now. I wasn't the same boy and she wasn't that same, sweet girl I knew back then.

Opening the front door, I quickly discovered that no one was home. When I'd asked her to stay, I didn't know that we were going to be alone. While I may not have minded that, I had a feeling she might not be too happy about that. But unlike what I'd expected, things went really well.

I'd started talking to her simply to fill what would have been an awkward silence. It was just simple small talk, nothing special. But that lead to talking about other things and before I knew it, we were both laughing and getting along like friends.

For the first time in years, she was just she had been when we were kids. It was nice knowing that the kind, sweet girl I once knew was still in there underneath that sort of cold shell. She was still the same girl I'd been friends with all those years ago.

Back then, I'd had a huge crush on her. Of course, I'd been a little awkward with girls at the time, so I'd never told her. Besides, I had a feeling she liked Iwa-chan, so I'd figured I'd let him have her. But as I said, that was years ago. Things were different now. We weren't friends; we weren't anything to each other.

Now she's got her hand over her mouth, trying so hard not to laugh at what I said. I don't even know what I said anymore but it doesn't matter. She just looks so beautiful when she's smiling like that. Wait... did I really just think that?

It's just my imagination. I was thinking about how I used to have a crush on her and my mind misinterpreted it. No, that was just an excuse, it was obvious that's all it was. I just didn't want to admit I was attracted to her.

Leaning closer to her, I did something I never thought I'd ever do. I kissed her.