There's a Story Behind Every Smile (Hitachiin Triplets, OHSHC)

Chapter Eight

She typed away on her phone, which was pulled close to her chest so only she could see. Series of ones and zeros reflected in her eyes as they flicked over them again and again. Suddenly, though, she was broken from her own world, almost sent flying from simply the hand on her shoulder. A high-pitched, girly squeal left her mouth as she threw her phone and flipped her head around to see none other than Sute in her cute ponytail, straight bangs across her forehead with slight sandy-brown curls trying to poke through the straight. She had obviously jumped as well, still frozen in surprise, green and brown, kaleidoscopic eyes wide. She quickly moved to rub the back of her neck, sweatdropping.

"U-Um, sorry, Teru-kun," she replied, embarrassed. She kneeled down to grab Teru's phone, thrown next to her behind the couch, and it suddenly came to Teru's mind that she hadn't seen Sute with her school uniform on quite yet (above)-and she certainly wasn't poor if she was coming to the host club.

She decided to look her up in her next free moment. 

While thinking, she almost missed the flash in which Sute looked at her phone before handing it back, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry again. I just wanted to know if we could, well, you know..." She leaned in close, cupping her mouth as she whispered in Teru's ear. "Go to that chocolate shoppe." 

A devilish smirk she had once been famous for, back at her old school, and the one the "twins" were now for, unraveled across her lips, a nastier snarl and more mischievous smile than her brothers unshamed on her face. "Come on, before they notice." Teru took Sute's hand, and quickly pulled her out into the hallway, breaking into a run. 

"You mean Akira-san, of course." Teru deadpanned.

"...Yeah. Anyways, ever ridden a motorcycle?" They reached the half-empty parking lot, slowing to a stop at the sleek, maroon bike. "It's Akira's, but I think he can live a day without it." She pulled the keys from her pocket, twirling them on her left pointer finger. 

Sute's smile grew. "You're really going to get yourself in trouble one of these days, Teru-cha-kun." 

Of course Teru noticed the slip up, but ignored it nonetheless.

"Here, wear my helmet. It'll probably fit you better, anywho." Teru tossed her the black helmet with... black cat ears on top. "Unless, of course, you care about looking like a dork. I got it like four years ago, but it came like two damn sizes too big, so here it is today. But you can wear Akemi's pretty-normal-one if you like." It was maroon with platinum and black roses (BB style, you know) and matched the bike.

"No, no, it's fine." Sute's smile was too sincere and trickster just then, but Teru's brushed it off while they slipped on their respective helmets. 

"Here, climb on behind me. Sorry about your skirt, but nothing I can do unless you wanna walk." Teru climbed on in front, and Sute climbed on behind her, arms wrapping around Teru's waist immediately, no fear, no shaking. 

"It's fine. I can tell you don't like me like that, anyways, nor I you." She giggled a little bit, and a squeeze of a hug commenced before they revved off.

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"Oh, hey, would you mind if we went to my apartment and skipped the nice cafe feel? I've got a bit of work to do, and what I need's there," Teru asked as they got their chocolate (more like a red velvet cupcake with chocolate drizzle, five chocolate bars each, and an extra-sweetened, with caramel and sugar and creamer and chocolate, iced coffee and a Dr. Pepper respectively) from the cashier. Sute nodded.