Sweet Secret Smile ー THE RAMPAGE from EXILE TRIBE.

ー Part 4.

A few weeks had passed and everyone is so busy for the upcoming school festival. It will be the freshmen's first school festival in high school, so they are all hyped up to do their best for their booths.

All of Hokuto's classmates decided to have a maid café and since he is given with an innocent and angelic face, he is one of those guys who will wear the maid costume. Ever since middle school, his classmates made him wear girly costumes like maid costume and princess costume, making some guys attracted to him.

His parents learned that his classmates did that to him, so they decided to send him to an all-boys school. His parents also noticed that their son doesn't have the confidence to make friends with other guys because he thinks that he is too shy for a guy. But whenever Hokuto is asking them if he can play basketball with his few friends, they will let him go with them.

Everyone has their own assignment to build the maid café in their classroom and Hokuto is assigned in making the costumes. Later that night, Hokuto is still making the costumes when Riku arrived. His focus slowly went away when he felt a kiss on his head.

"Do you need some help?" Riku asked but he shook his head lightly. He continued his work but he felt he is being lifted up by Riku. Riku made him sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around Hokuto's waist.

Hokuto bit his lips and stayed silent. Somehow, he felt loved with just a hug from Riku. Riku rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. He looked down to his hand and saw there are some cuts there.

"What happened to your hands?" He asked, putting down the sewing kit and cloth on the small table.

He just received a soft hum from Riku as an answer. With that, he stood up and got his own first aid kit from his drawer but Riku pulled him again to his lap and hugged him from behind.

"I'm okay. Don't worry about me." Riku mumbled, burying his face on Hokuto's back.

"I'll treat your wounds." He said and after that, the whole room went quiet again.

After cleaning his cuts on his hands, he covered them with band-aids. He heaved a deep sigh and held Riku's hands gently.

"After school festival, meet me at the rooftop. I'll tell you my answer there." This made Riku's heart beat so fast. He doesn't know but it makes him feel so nervous. He started to think that Hokuto might reject him or worse than that but of course, he didn't let Hokuto feel that he is nervous.

"Okay. I'll wait for you there." He mumbled, hugging him tighter.

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First day of school festival. Visitors from other schools are allowed to go there and Hokuto invited some of his friends from middle school. Most of his friends are girls but there are some guys, too.

Since it is the first day, there are many customers in their maid café. With him wearing a maid costume, more visitors went there just to see him. They also took photos of him and asked him to have photos with them. He agreed about it since he is already used to it.

Itsuki and Makoto are assigned with the cooking of the customers' orders while Iwasho is one of those people who promotes their maid café outside.

"Two chocolate milkshake and two servings of fries." Itsuki said and he quickly got the food and drinks on the tray.

"Douzo." He smiled at the two girls who ordered those food and drinks.

"Can we take some photos with you?" One of the girls asked dreamily.

"Sure." He chuckled and got the girl's phone to take a group photo with him.

After that, one of his classmates called him to take a break. Iwasho ran towards him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Let's look around." Iwasho said and he nodded.

While strolling around and visiting some booths, a lot of guys are staring at Hokuto since he didn't bother to change his clothes. Iwasho looked at him, wondering if he is feeling awkward that many guys are staring at him.

"I'm used to it. Don't worry." He chuckled and stopped in front of a classroom to look for someone. When he didn't see that person, he smiled sadly and continued on walking.

"Are you looking for me?" He suddenly stopped again from walking and looked at the person in front of him.

"Un. Do you want to visit our café?" He asked to Riku.

"I want. I will visit there later after my shift." Riku smiled at him and it also made him smile, nodding at his answer.

"I'll see you there later." He said and he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

With that, his entire mood lightened up. Iwasho is beside him all the time but it feels like Hokuto is not even with him. He suddenly held Hokuto's wrist and brought him to the rooftop.

"Iwasho, chotto." Hokuto said but he let Iwasho drag him to the rooftop.

Good thing, they are the only ones at the rooftop. Iwasho pinned him on the wall, feeling frustrated on what he just witnessed a while ago.

"Do you like him?" He asked to Hokuto while staring at him. Hokuto didn't answer. He just looked away from Iwasho.

"So, you like him. You like that guy. Hokuto, I--" Iwasho suddenly stopped from confronting him when he felt so hopeless.

"I'm the first one to approach you back then. I tried to stop this but my heart can't. My mind keeps on thinking about you. My heart keeps on beating for you. Why him?" Iwasho said desperately.

"Shogo, let's remain friends, please.." Hokuto mumbled, making him punch the wall hard.

"Why it can't be me? Why?!" He shouted, looking down to hide his teary eyes from Hokuto.

"I'm so sorry.. I really like him, Shogo. I'm so sorry." Hokuto finally said, feeling so hopeless with his own feelings for Riku.

He started to cry silently, feeling guilty that he can't reciprocate Iwasho's feelings for him. He quickly wiped his tears, holding Iwasho's hand that he used for punching the wall.

"Let's go to the clinic. Please?" He said, getting his hanky from his pocket, covering Iwasho's wounds on his fist.

"I can go there by myself." Iwasho whispered, shoving his hand and hanky away from him.

"Iwasho." He called Iwasho but he started to walk away from him, not even feeling the pain from his fist. Iwasho's heart is hurting the most than his fist.