Teaching a Dog New Tricks

After dinner, Hiro had led Yoichi up into his room, where he ordered him to "stay" until he had returned from helping his mom clean up dishes. Usually, Yoichi would snap back at his almost fiery-haired friend, but he could not get his mind off one thing in particular... the first time he experienced motherly love from someone.

Ms. Akiba was so welcoming and kind that he couldn't hold back the few tears that had escaped from him. He honestly didn't expect to be allowed to visit at all after Hiro had told him that Keitaro was the only one allowed to play with him during his childhood. For her to not only deny his expectations, but to treat him as warmly as she did... it just hit him a little too hard.

While he was waiting for Torch-head to come back, Yoichi sat still on the bed with a confused look spreading across his face. He has never been in a situation like this before: being at a friend's house, in their room alone, eagerly waiting for them to come back...

A feeling of uneasiness began to set itself in his mind. Grunting in irritation, he decided to check out his surroundings, hoping it would calm him down. Yoichi closed his eyes took in a huge breath, letting the smells of the room dissolve away his anxiety. His nose scrunched up, though, as he immediately picked up on the scent of dirty laundry and semen; he laughed to himself, knowing he was going to use that fact to poke fun at Hiro once he returns. Soothed slightly of his tension, he took a few more whiffs of the air, this time catching the scent of wood from the furniture, the mild dust in the room, and the autumn air from the slightly cracked window. All the fragrances blended together each time he inhaled, forming a smell to him that could only be described as... Torch-head. The purple haired boy smiled to himself, sinking into the softness of Hiro's bed.

As he sank himself deeper into the mattress, his eyes slowly began to open when exhaled his last breath of Hiro's room. After taking a moment to let his eyes readjust to the light, he let them guide him on the sights in Hiro's room. He had already noticed the striking amount of orange in the room when he was escorted here but didn't realize how snuggly everything was arranged. He didn't mind the small bits of junk around the room, either, as he knows the cabin back at camp would be a complete mess if Taiga wasn't there to always clean up after him.

When Yoichi's eyes set on Hiro's posters, he was drawn to one in particular: Super Jirou. He remembered that Hiro's costume from the costume party was based from this character, but upon looking closer, he figured that he must dye his hair orange because of Jirou as well. Another fun fact to use on his friend later. "Haha, what a dork!"

Having a bit more fun with himself, he got up to get a closer look at Hiro's computer desk. He had no idea how to use a computer, but when he noticed the bits of wadded tissue underneath the desk, his shoulders began shaking to contain himself from laughter at the thought of Hiro using his computer for fap material. He pictured Hiro looking pitiful and annoying as he always is, craving a huge dick in his ass while he played with himself... calling Yoichi's name...

Yoichi snapped himself out of it with a sharp gasp at that last thought. His eyes open as wide as a deer in the headlights as a blush started to form in his cheeks. He folded his arms and straightened his face as he tried to contemplate, sure he and Hiro had messed around a few times during camp, but...

Annoyed, he let out a small roar of frustration. "Gah, what the hell is taking Torch-head so long?! It feels like I've been here for an eternity!" He got up and was ready to go check on Hiro, figuring he probably did something stupid and got himself hurt. However, he stopped at the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Not wanting to look weird by just standing near the entrance, Yoichi tried to jump onto the bed and get comfortable, but he ended up overshooting and flung himself almost entirely over it. He grabbed onto the bedside drawer in a desperate attempt to not crash into the floor, but his legs weren't in a good position on the bed to support him. In a last attempt, his hand pulled the dresser open. His action, however, sent his legs flying off the bed which sent him face first into the opened drawer. Luckily it had clothes in it, so he didn't make a loud noise upon impact. A few empty soda cans had fallen to the ground, though.