Ayano-senpai? (REVISED)

The Weekend Ahead

The phone rang about 3 times and then a panicked Osano answered.

"YAN-CHAN! Thank goodness!!" He sighed a breath of relief.

"Is she okay?" I hear Hanako in the background.

"Yeah!" Osano replied.

"What happened?" Hanako asked.

"Um, I ran into Osoro and hurt my ankle in the storm, but I'll be alright." I explained.

"The delinquent leader guy?" Taro chimed in.

"Did that fucker do it on purpose? I can kick his ass. Where are you?" Osano yelled.

"Ahem, Excuse me? Najimi, where were you and why didn't you tell Ayano anything?" He smirked and I bet Osano could feel the smug aura through the phone.

"Yeah, I'm at his house." I mumbled.

The line got silent for a minute. Then Osano spoke, "Shidesu, you better take care of my best friend! Yan-chan, you can tell me if that fucker is being a perv!"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Najimi. I won't harm your precious girlfriend." Osoro shrugged as he teased.

"Let Ayano say that herself!" Hanako pouted.

"I can assure you guys that I'm fine." I chuckled.

"You better be!" Osano huffed.

"Or what, Najimi? You want an ass whoopin'?" He yelled into the phone.

"Both of you can shut the hell up." I sigh irritably and pinch the bridge of my nose. They both got quiet, "Anyways, I'll be here until the storm stops."

"Okay, Yaan~chaaan! Osano is staying here until the storm is over too." Hanako giggled, "It's like having another brother!"

Osano laughed nervously, "Suure."

"Well, talk to you later, byeee!" he excitedly shared and hung up Osano's phone.

I sighed as we sat in silence in front of the fireplace. We were finally warm enough to wanna move around.

"Do you want to take a shower?" He started unbuttoning his school shirt.

I nodded and he picked me up bridal style, "H-Hey! What are you doing?!" I startled and hitting his chest.

"Your ankle is hurt isn't it?" He rolled his eyes and walked up a step or two into a bathroom.

"Yeah, but I could've still walked myself." I huffed.

"Whatever," he let me down and turned on the shower, "You can take off your clothes and throw them to the door." He turned around and waited.

I took off my soggy and muddy uniform and underwear and threw it towards the door. It made a light plop sound as it hit the floor and leave a small puddle. I watch him scoop up the dirty clothes then hop in the shower.

"If you need me, I'll be in the shower. Everything is already here." He called out before exiting.

I take my scrunchie out to let my hair down. Hot water is running down my face and body. It's so... relaxing. I started washing my hair. It was so dirty and it felt greasy. I then grab a wash cloth and put soap on it. I started scrubbing away the dirt and mess of earlier. As I bent down to scrub my ankle, it was kind of swollen with a pretty large bruise. I lightly touched it and a sharp pain erupted.

"FUCK!" I murmured tearfully.

I quickly finished up my shower and turned the water off. I open the shower door to see a fluffy black robe hung up with a towel next to it. I-Is that for me? Nah, it's probably one of the girls he has over. Or maybe it's for different girls that he brings over. Although it seems like he's clean and washes clothes, I don't know whose body that has been on. I decide to wrap the towel around me and I hear a knock on the door.

"Yes?" I called out.

"I have to show you to your room!" He yelled back for me to hear.

"Oh! Right!" I limp over to the door and open it.

He's wearing a tank top and sweatpants while holding a pair of slippers. He looks at me and realized I used the towel. His face turns red and he coughs, "W-Why didn't you use the robe?"

"I don't know which one of your hoes that belongs to." I folded my arms.

"Hoes?" He chuckled, "That's mine."

"Wha-What?" It kinda took me by surprise, "Why?"

"I like comfort as much as the next person." He shrugged, "I'm only human. Anyways, get in the robe and put these on so I can take you to the room." He gave me the slippers and shut the door.

I did as he said and followed him to the room. The bed looked nice and soft. I rushed to sit down because my ankle started hurting.

"Give me your ankle." He demanded.

I lifted my hurt ankle and he gently touched it. I winced as he bandaged it. His hands were surprising smooth. You wouldn't expect hands this soft to be used so violently. I chuckled to myself.

"What's so funny?" He rose an eyebrow.

"This whole tough guy act but you're being nice to me." I laughed, "Also, your hands are baby soft." I rose a brow

His face looked like a tomato, "I- That's not my fault, alright?" He rolled his eyes, "And what's wrong with being a decent human being? Is that such a crime?"

"Well, if you think you're getting something for being nice to me then you're wrong." I folded my arms and turned away.

He stammered, but sounded confused, "I don't want anything."

"Really? Oh I bumped into a girl with a hurt ankle! Let me just take care of her for "NOTHING" in return!" I glared at him.

He leaned over to me and got in my face, "I don't want anything from you, do you want me to take something?" He grinned deviously.

I gulped and shook my head. He sighed and looked down.

"Just... don't tell anyone about this." He pleaded.

"Okay, but why are you being so nice to me?" I asked him.

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't know. In the moment that you looked at me, You made me feel something. Something I never thought I would feel. Not since she left." He looked away, "Only one person has talked back to me the way you have, and I admire that... I don't know why I'm telling you this." He scratched his head and stood up.

I grabbed his bandaged hand and use him to stand up. He acts just like Osano, just with a WAY harder exterior, but he opens up easily. My body gets a warm feeling inside that starts in my chest. Is this... an emotion? But which one? What is this? My body starts moving on its own as if it was in auto pilot. I then did something that I never thought I would do; I hugged him. He hugged me back, his grip got a little more snug so I rubbed his back. Is this... compassion? Empathy? Sympathy? My insides felt all gooey as we both let go.

"Here." He gave me boxers and a shirt, "Oh, and I know the boxers might be too big so I washed your clothes. You can wear your underwear and use my boxers as shorts." He walked out, "I'll make us something to eat."

I put the clothes on and stare into the mirror in the room. My usual pale face gained a tint of color. I lightly poked at my cheek. What is this? I sigh before leaving and heading back to the living room. A savory smell filled my nostrils, getting stronger with every step. My stomach grumbled making me aware of my hunger. My mouth started watering as I sat on the couch. He came out in an apron and set the table.

He looked up at me eyeing the food and snickered, "Dinner is ready."