She's a Fujoshi! (Kuroko no Basket - Kise Ryouta Fan Fiction)

Thirteen - Friday Night

A/N: *cough* friday the thirteenth *cough*

Excuse the author's semi-laziness. The events in this chapter is the same as the 13th chapter of another story of mine~ But the point of views are different. XD *whispers* please reeeaaad~ *vanishes into thin air*

Sorry for the summary. I was in my writer mode. XD

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Ki-chan, though being given a total makeover, looked worse than before. Well, she said she caught a cold yesterday, but I don't think that's it. Once again, she seemed extremely stressed and I couldn't help but worry.

I stretched my body comfortably on her apartment's couch, watching her edit her group's PowerPoint presentation. She leaned on the lower part of the couch as she busily typed and made modifications on each slide through her laptop safely placed on top of the small living room's short center table.

I didn’t want to ruin her focus on the presentation so I shut my mouth and decided to talk about it later. I stood up from my comfortable position and went to her manga stash containing varied genres. She might not be as big as an anime fan as me, but she’s also part of this big fandom. It was one of the things that brought us together back in middle school. Out of all the genres ranging from shoujo to sci-fi, I picked shounen ai. What’s a sad thing is that she’s not as fond of yaoi as I am.

My phone’s message alert tone interrupted the clacking sounds of Ki-chan’s keyboard. She didn’t seem to be bothered with it and only said, “You have a message…” with her eyes completely glued to the computer screen. I took the shounen ai manga then went back to the couch. The manga in my hand’s utmost care, I took the phone and opened the inbox. I just received an email from Ryumi-senpai, and missed one message from my older brother while I was in the train on my way here, Kyoto, for my weekly overnight visit at Ki-chan’s place. I always stay here from Friday afternoons (after school) to Saturday mornings. I checked the messages one by one.

From: kiryumiki@yehey.com
Subject: Brothers
Content: Yuki-chaaan! Did something happen with my idiot of a brother? (/ ‘ o’)/ He suddenly barged in here with a depressed look on his face. Your big bro even tagged along! <(=_=)>  …or maybe your brother asked him to bring him here… Eh. I’ll update you…

From: shirokei@email.com
Subject: Ace
Content: Do you know what happened with Ryouta? He’s out of it lately. (=A=) Ah, Riku’s asking for some sweets from Kyoto too! We can’t let our precious lil’ brotha be deprived of such things, yes? (^_^)? Spare me some too~! (*u*)/

I let out a sigh as I closed my phone then threw it to my right. It bounced once before settling on the couch’s cushion. Why are they asking me? My presence couldn’t be that important to Ryouta-kun for them to ask me about it, right? We’re not that close, right?

What happened yesterday flashed back to my mind. The pained expression on his face when I carelessly said such mean and thoughtless words on a whim kept bothering me since yesterday. It wasn’t the annoying type of being bothersome, but it was more like I kept getting this guilty sensation in my chest. I didn’t want to hurt Ryouta-kun, but I also didn’t want to be shunned by people just because of being friends with him. I was torn into two. I honestly wanted to be friends with him, but at the same time, I didn’t.

It’s weird.

Due to both frustration and confusion, I shut my eyes tightly and buried my face in my hands then groaned loudly . . . synchronizing with a familiar voice. I put down my hands out of surprise and immediately looked down on the other voice’s owner. Wide-eyed, I met her surprise-filled emerald eyes. We stayed like that for almost five seconds, and we suddenly burst out laughing.