I looked out the window, incapable of sleeping. I checked the time on my phone. 3:25 AM. I sighed. This was unbearable. I noticed the rain begin to drip from the sky, slowly, until it began to rain heavily.
3:32 now. I figured that since I wouldn't be able to sleep, I would go and do something productive.
I opened my door and made my way down the hallway to Seto's door. I opened it cautiously.
I figured I'd snoop around, waiting for time to pass. If I were to snoop in Kido's stuff, I'd surely die. Pus, I'd find bras and stuff. Seto's stuff is fine. Plus I've been kinda curious, he's been acting strange lately. Avoiding me, not wanting to be alone in a room with me. That kind of stuff.
Maybe I'd find a diary of some sort.
I made my way over to his dresser, cautiously. I opened the first drawer, with a slight creak, I bit my tongue. I found a photo of Ayano with us as little kids. It made me kind of sad.
But then I remembered why I couldn't sleep, because I was thinking about that. If Seto knew, I'm not even sure what he'd do. He'd probably hate me for hiding it so long. I'd hate me, too.
I snooped through his other drawers, with no luck.
Then as I had feared, he woke up. He stood up without my notice, as I was snooping, and noticed me easily.
"Kano?" the words shocked me. I almost leaped out of my very own flesh.
"Good Morning, Seto!" I replied happily. I honestly didn't feel that way, though.
"Uh... Mornin'." he said, "What are you doing?"
"Does it really matter?"
Maybe he woke up and realized I was snooping, or realized I was in a room alone with him, but he looked pale. "U-Uh." he stuttered.
I then realized how I could stop him from asking questions and fluster him even more.
I approached him, and he walked backwards, until he was standing at the edge of his bed. I pushed him down onto the bed, and pinned him down with my arms on either side of him.
"Aw, seeing you flustered is so cute!" I taunted. "What're you so uncomfortable about?"
Seto's face was a bright crimson, barely distinguishable underneath the dark night. Or morning, for that matter. Then he... he kissed me. On the lips.
Now, I was the flustered one. "Wha-!?" I exclaimed.
"I'm sorry..." he said, trying to free himself from my grasp. As soon as the shock wore off, I kissed him back. On the lips, then on the cheek, then on his neck, oh his shoulder, and trailing downwards.
