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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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not shy

megumi was not shy around his crush — and that’s a fucking lie.

request: shy megumi who is really flustered around his crush + his friends and gojo-sensei helping him confess

note: this is fluff and a semi crack fic too LOL i hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun with this one! unedited too, as usual!

word count: 4.5k

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“Yo, Megumi-kun, can you take—” Satoru halted in his steps, following the trail of sight that his dark-haired student seemed to be so enamoured in to not even notice his teacher walk his way. “What are you staring at?” when his gaze landed on you, head thrown back in laughter and slapping Panda’s arm over Yuuji’s joke, Satoru’s eyes beamed even under the blindfold. “Oh? You like Y/N?”

Upon hearing your name, Megumi immediately snapped back to life. He scoffed and turned away from you, scowling to himself with his arms crossed against his chest. “No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” So defensive.

“Is that so?” Satoru teased while biting back his laughter, “Guess you won’t mind if I call her then. Hey, Y/N!”

“Gojo-sensei, what’re you doing?!” Megumi grabbed his teacher’s sleeve, whisper-hissing and cursing under his breath when Satoru caught your attention. You waved at them both, skipping until you were getting impossibly closer and closer and closer.

“Well, I don’t want you to carry these all alone. You’re gonna need some help.”

“I’m perfectly fine – h-hi.”

Shit, you were now here. You smiled up at him, hands folded below your bottom before tipping your head to the side, looking under Megumi’s ducked head to see his face. “Hey there, Megumi! Looking cute today,” you winked, causing the poor boy to blush madly. You never noticed, though, your attention now taken by your teacher turning red as he stopped his laughter. “Gojo-sensei! You called me?”

“Oh yeah, you’re just right on time. I was going to ask Megumi here to bring these books all back to my office but it’s probably too heavy for him so I asked—”

“It’s not heavy,” Megumi took the books that Satoru placed in your welcoming arms, the slightest touch sending jolts of electricity down his spine. He pulled away and clutched the books closer to himself at the sudden buzz, narrowing his eyes at his teacher who obviously couldn’t mind his own business. “I can carry it by myself.”

“I still wanna help, and I really don’t mind. Plus, I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I actually kind of feel like you’re avoiding me,” you pouted, and that simple gesture had Megumi feeling like he was sinking deeper into the ground.

He was ready for the whole world to swallow him up.

Satoru took pleasure in Megumi’s reddish ears and clenched jaw, cupping his own jaw with his hands as if to mock. “Aw, Megumi, why would you avoid precious Y/N? Did she do something wrong to you?”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Well, if there’s nothing wrong, you two better scoot before you get late to your other class!”

“Alright, see you around, Gojo-sensei!” Shit, why were you such a good girl? Now he was stuck with you, and Megumi huffed while hesitantly sharing the books with him. You walked close enough to him that he caught a slight whiff of your shampoo, the scent clouding over his usually sharp mind. Now, though, Megumi could barely recognize the hallways he walked on, relying only on you to lead the way. “So...how’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

“How about your studies? We have an exam next week – maybe you want to study together? Inumaki-senpai and I were supposed to have a study group with the others but everyone just wants to study by themselves,” you turned to him with a small smile, “I do better when I’m with someone though.”

Megumi managed to give you a split second glance before he darted his eyes back in front of him again, swallowing audibly because he couldn’t understand why you had to look so pretty smiling like that.

His palms grew sweaty with each passing second, and he grimaced at the uncomfortably feeling of his collar getting sticky. “Uh, wh-where would we study? We don’t have a library or anything.”

“The training grounds is refreshing, but I’d like it to do it better in my room.”

“Do what?” Megumi halted in his steps, his eyes blown wide at your words.

“Study, of course. What else?”

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be worried that you frowned in confusion, almost as if you didn’t understand the weight of your words. But then again, you’d always been so damn oblivious that it made sense. Megumi shook his head, continuing on to the teacher’s office before remembering he still lost his sense of direction, so he bit his lip, obediently following you around like a puppy.

“You shouldn’t just invite anyone to your room, you know.”

Once you both made it to the empty room, you carefully placed the books down on Satoru’s desk. He raised a brow at the extra detail you put into, tongue peeking out from the edges of your lips as you made sure all of them were placed together neatly.

Satisfied with your work, you clapped your hands and turned to him.

“I’m not. You’re not just anyone to me, Megumi,” Suddenly, you leaned over him, his mind screaming at him when your lips lowered down to his neck. Megumi’s spine stiffened so quick he might as well be a flat board, his chin pressed to his neck when he felt your teeth graze his exposed skin for a moment. “There’s a loose thread,” you showed him a small thread with a small smile, which fell as fast when you saw Megumi standing uncomfortably straight. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to invade your personal space like that!” “I’m a little weird, aren’t I? That would explain why you’ve been avoiding me. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that...it’s just...”

“Just what?”

His mind blanked. Ask him anything about curses or their history and pretty much anything – he’d be able to answer – but not this. They didn’t teach this in the books and out of frantic nervousness, Megumi ended up spewing the first thing he could think of, his brows drawn together that only added to his intimidating look.

“I’m just annoyed that you scored higher than me on the previous exam.”

“Oh,” you fell for it, snapping your fingers together as you laughed. Somehow, the sound of your melodious laughter had his shoulders easing from the tension, the smallest of smiles hinting at the edge of his lips. Gosh, he was so whipped for you. “Was that really it? I thought you were avoiding me for something serious! Well, how about this, let’s study together and let’s see who’s the smarter one. The loser will get tickled to death!”

“I haven’t even agreed to that condition yet.”

“Okay, what do you want if you win?”

Megumi blushed as he blurted out, “You.”

Before he could regret what he just said, you scrunched your nose and pointed to yourself. “Me what? You want me to do something? You want me to buy you ice cream or—”

“Never mind,” he mumbled behind his palm that was now covering his mouth, refusing to show you that he actually wanted to laugh at how naive you could be. Not that he was complaining; it saved him great pain that you could never know his feelings for you. “I’ll ask for it when I’m sure I’ll win.”

“Ah, not a man of uncalculated risks, I see,” you ruffled his hair, the poor boy stiffening up again under your touch. “This is why I like you so much. You’re so thoughtful.”

“Please don’t touch my hair.”

Megumi was complaining, his shoulders raised beside his ears while he scowled at you, but the way a small, almost inaudible purr left his lips said otherwise. He didn’t want you touching his hair – only because he was shy and it would be the death of him if you saw how easily flustered he was around you.

Thankfully, you showered mercy upon him, raising your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, we should go back to class now.”

Megumi sighed in relief, content for now to walk you all the way back to class as you talked about your day. He wasn’t actually listening, but a stupid smile was there on his face, anyway. He likened the sound of your voice to those of birds chirping and sunshine waking – and he felt like he was the fresh earth you always kissed.

“You’re going to burn a hole in her if you keep staring at her like that.”

“Shut up,” Megumi averted his eyes away from you, stabbing his yogurt with his plastic fork. A part of him felt annoyed that you just had to look so pretty today, your bright voice filling in the cafeteria that put his constant sour mood to shame. The stark difference between you two made Megumi sigh in his seat, abandoning his fork as he leaned back. There was no way you’d like him back. “I wasn’t looking at anyone.”

“Ugh, why are boys so creepy? Staring at Y/N like that, ew.”

Yuuji ignored Nobara’s comment, and for once, Megumi let it slide when Nobara stealed his untouched yogurt. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her? She’s literally the sweetest person ever – the chances of her turning you down are low!”

Nobara snorted, “Yeah, but if the sweetest girl in school rejects you, that’s really humiliating. That would mean she likes everyone but you.”

Satoru popped out of nowhere – that stupid blindfolded bastard who started all this – his arms looped around Yuuji’s neck whose entire face illuminated at having his favourite teacher around. “I think the scary-looking Megumi-chan is actually just too shy to be confess,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pointing a finger fun to Megumi’s deadly narrowed gaze. “Can you believe it? My dark, brooding student is hopelessly in love with the cute, sunshine girl next door that he’s so scared around her? Isn’t that so adorable—”

“Everyone shut up!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m not scared of anyone or anything.”

“Then tell her you like her.”

“Fine, I will.”

“I bet you ten dollars he won’t do it,” Satoru whispered, the two students who shared one brain cell beside him nodding eagerly.

“I said I will!”

“Good morning, Megumi! Come in, come in,” you ushered him in once he stood frozen at your door, his hands now awkwardly clutching his own notes. “You can take a seat on the bed.”

Megumi wasn’t nervous of the fact this was his first time visiting a girl’s room, but rather because it was yours, and each part of your room resembled you greatly. From the organized and clean space, but the noticeable adorable little trinkets and polaroids of you with everyone sticking on the wall, he could feel your entire soul living in that room. When his eyes landed on an old photo of you holding up the peace sign and noticed for the first time he was standing in the background, unaware he was captured in the frame, Megumi inhaled sharply.

Had you pretended to take a selfie just to see him there?

No, he shook his head, there was just no way. He really couldn’t ponder about it long enough because you’d dragged him by the sleeve until he was sitting right next to you, the fresh scent of your body wash making him feel stunningly warm inside his clothes even when the windows were open.

The whole time, Megumi couldn’t absorb a single thing you were saying.

He was just too distracted by everything about you – the way your lips moved when you spoke, how you’d tuck back a stray hair behind your ear, even to the way your mouth would form an ‘o’ shape as you learned something new. No, he couldn’t focus at all.

Megumi has lost count of the times he’d wiped his shaky, sweaty palms on the pads of his sweatpants, hitching his breath every time you leaned close to him to glance at his notes.

At this rate, he’d be the loser in your little competition. It was just impossible for him to focus on anything else.

“Megumi?” you waved your hands in front of him. When it wasn’t enough to get his attention, you resorted to flicking his forehead and he yelped, rubbing at the sore spot. He faced you, a complaint ready to be spoken when his eyes widened at the sudden lack of proximity, your nose booping against his. “Hello, Megumi? I’ve asked you the same question twice now and you haven’t answered yet.”

As nicely as he could, he pushed your face away, his heart thumping loudly when you laughed as you went back to your own space. “Sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn’t really listening.”

“Yeah, I can tell, you were just staring at me the whole time,” you held your phone up in front of your face, checking your reflection on the screen on different angles. He watched, enchanted by how gorgeous you looked no matter what side. “Is there something on my face...? I’ve been checking non-stop and I don’t see anything weird.”

Megumi swallowed nervously, “There’s nothing wrong with your face. I just can’t focus. You’re too close and I-I can smell you.”

“Do I smell bad?!”

“No, you don’t! You smell really sweet!”

“Aw, thanks! You smell sexy too,” you winked at him, wiggling your shoulders as if to share your scent with him. Megumi’s eyes widened when your shoulder rubbed against his, and he recoiled, arm placed over his nose to hide his emotions that were a train wreck right now.

“Sexy?” he spluttered, “Why would you say – me – sexy? You’re so weird, Y/N. You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

You patted his thigh in a manner that should be comforting, but the teasing smile on your face only had him wanting to jump out the window even more. Then, you stood up and stretched the material of your shirt riding up until he caught sight of your navel. Megumi turned away and closed his eyes, cheeks trapped between his teeth. “We should take a break. Treat’s on me – where do you want to go?”

“Err,” he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, don’t look too worried, it’s a weekend. Plus, Gojo-Sensei isn’t around to bother us or something.”

“You...you want to go out...” he drawled out slowly, tentatively, surely – just to make sure that he was hearing it right. “...with me?”

“Yeah, I did just ask where you want to go.”

“Oh,” Megumi nodded with a blank face. Then, your words sank in, and he folded his knees to his chest to hide his face and his sickly sweet smile, the butterflies in his stomach progressing into a fucking zoo. “Oh.”

“Are you sick? You’re so red,” your palm connected with his heated forehead, “Megumi, you’re burning! Should I take you to Ieri-san?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he pushed your hand away, still repudiating to look you in the eye. He just couldn’t, not when you were too inquisitive and he could easily give a dead clue before he got the chance to properly confess. “I mean, I don’t really have a certain place in mind. I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

He should’ve noticed it then – the mischievous glint in your eye that told him you weren’t up to no good. But because his knees always weakened around you, Megumi agreed way too eagerly than he’d like. “Just make sure you don’t regret it, okay? There’s something I’ve always been wanting to try but I never got the chance to and no one wanted to go with me, so you’ll be my willing victim!” And so, half an hour later, Megumi’s jaw dropped as the chill of the arena nipped at his skin. You didn’t even tell him to bring a jacket. “Ta-da!”

“Ice skating?”

You nodded happily, dragging him all the way to the shoe fittings. “It’s going to be fun, come on!”

“But I don’t know how to.”

“Neither do I!” Megumi wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to. No matter how much he tried so hard to learn, he just couldn’t balance himself. The sound of your laughter that let him know you enjoyed this way too much reached his ears as he glared at the ice, his ears red either from the cold or the humiliation of being an utter failure in front of you, of all people! “Need some help there, buddy?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. And no, I can do this by myself.”

You masked your chuckle with a snicker, squatting to watch as he struggled to heave himself up back to his feet. “Really? You’ve fallen like, a hundred times now.”

“Shut up. Humans aren’t naturally supposed to do this anyway. We don’t have a human instinct to be upright – whoa!” Megumi slipped again from the ice, this time knocking you down with him. Instead of it being romantic where you two ended up gazing at each other with love in your eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as his elbow landed into your belly, crushing the wind out of your body.

“Ow!”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to – ugh, this is why I said it was a bad idea!”

All the way back home, Megumi was still entirely convinced it was a bad idea. You were limping beside him, having to use his bicep as a crutch with your head resting on his shoulder. You and your stupid ideas, really, now you were injured and sprained your ankle from the fall. Instead of worrying about your own safety, you only slapped your knee in laughter as the medics fixed you up, still in disbelief that Megumi had fallen a lot of times yet came out unscathed.

“Megumi~ are you still mad at me? Why won’t you talk to me?” you pouted, squeezing his bicep to get his attention.

“It’s because I told you it was dangerous. Look at you – your knees are all scraped and your legs are all wobbly. We’ve still got a long way back home.”

“Maybe you should carry me then.”

“C-carry you?”

“Yeah, so I don’t fall,” you snorted, pointing to your shoeless ankle covered in bandages. “I mean, it was your fault I’m injured. If you hadn’t fallen for me, then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Fallen for you? Did you know that he – ? Megumi’s head snapped to yours so hard he nearly had whiplash, but the only thing he could focus on was the pounding of drums within his chest. “F-fall? How did you know?”

“Megumi, you literally fell on top of me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten already.”

That had him blinking back, his face flattening into a blank expression. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stopped in his tracks. “Sometimes I forget you’re terribly naive.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Now get on,” With burning cheeks and a heart that fluttered way too much than what was considered healthy, Megumi squatted down to the ground, patting his back with a groan. You less than jumped into his arms, a little too excited to get a piggyback ride and Megumi expressed his faux distress with a groan. You only pinched his ear and told him to pay you back for your injuries, which made him complain again.

In the end, he was just happy you couldn’t see how much he struggled to hide his smile then, for if you saw it, you’d surely believe he was crazy.

Or so he thought. By the time you’d gotten back to the dorms, you were long passed out on his back. There was a small patch of drool on the back of his shirt and he shuddered, then wiped it away by whispering to himself, it’s okay – as long as it’s you.

Padding back to the dorms wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, considering everyone was almost asleep or out to the city as well.

Megumi gently laid you down on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and making sure your head was comfortable on the pillow. He stayed there for a solid minute, just staring and memorizing your pretty features until he felt confident he could draw it upon memory. Not wanting to be creepy though, he cleared his throat, about to leave the room when your fingers tugged at his wrist.

“Megumi,” you moaned sleepily, “Don’t go. It’s too cold.”

“I’ll get you another blanket.”

“No, stay,” you whined, patting the space next to you. “Please?”

“To sleep here with you?” he asked, baffled and at the same time elated. The last thing he wanted to be was a pervert and he’d never outright admit that his thoughts of you hadn’t always been giggles and rainbows, but he pushed those down, reminding himself that this is you – he respected you above all else. His self restraint slowly thinned though, whatnot with you pouting up at him like that.

Megumi groaned and took off his shoes anyway, planting himself beside you. “This is insane. I think I’m losing my mind,” he muttered to himself. “Move over and make space for me,” you obediently followed his command, using his bicep as a pillow while your cheek squished against his chest. He wondered how you weren’t bothered by his heart’s beating, or maybe it soothed you to sleep because you were falling deeper and deeper asleep, burying yourself in his arms. “God, this is so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m crushing you—”

“So warm,” you cut him off, his mind turning completely mental as he felt your lips pad over his chin. “Goodnight, Megumi.”

How did you expect him to sleep now?

But as soon as you’d settled and only your stabled breathing could be heard from the room, Megumi’s eyes began to droop as well, and it didn’t take long before his arms relaxed around you, lazily pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.

He’ll tell you another time.

“MEGUMI!” you pushed through everyone and showed him your paper, the bold red mark of 100 glaring back at him. Before he could respond, you stole his test paper from him, laughing at the sad 98 that showed. “Ah, I won!” In the blink of an eye, you’d tackled him to the ground, your knees keeping his legs locked underneath you, test papers flying around the field. Your hands were relentless and brutal as it ran and poked up his sides, eliciting squeaky little gasps from him.

“Stop, stop!” Megumi doubled over in laughter, keeping his feet flat on the ground to prevent himself from accidentally kneeing you. He’d hurt you enough during the ice skating dilemma – he didn’t want to cause you anymore injuries. “No, stop!”

“I won, Megumi, I won! Face the tickle monster!”

“I said stop or else!” he warned, completely aware that he wasn’t as threatening or serious as he wanted to be when tears leaked from his eyes, his laughter embarrassingly giggly and high pitched.

“Or what, loser?”

“I’ll kiss you until you shut up!”

“That’s adorable, but let’s see you try!” you kept tickling his sides, the both of you completely oblivious that the rest of your classmates – your teacher who was more than supportive of this pairing included – were hiding behind a bush, their phones whipped out to capture each second of this moment. “Loser!”

As you mocked him one more time that you wouldn’t stop tickling “losers,” Megumi had to draw the line. Using all his strength, he flipped you over until you were underneath him, the sheer force of the impact keeping you nestled between his arms.

Both of you were panting, but this time his breath was taken away from how beautiful you looked under him like that. Such innocent eyes staring back up at him, but don’t think for a moment he didn’t notice how your eyes trailed over his lips. He knew – because he was doing the same, his grip subconsciously gripping harder at your wrists. If he leaned down...

“This is taking too long!” someone whined from behind the bushes, tips of white hair peaking from the plant. “Just kiss her already!”

Both of you turned at the source of the voice, simultaneously shouting, “Gojo-sensei?!”

“Don’t be shy, Megumi-kun! Just tell her already or I’ll tell her myself.”

“Tell me what?”

Now that your face was peering up at him, he knew he was trapped. Cornered. Megumi closed his eyes, hands trembling and losing their grip around you as he was confronted by the situation. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” he fumbled over his words, “But I...I actually—”

“Boring! What kind of confession is this? Say it louder and clearer or she won’t be impressed! Is that how a man does it, Megumi-kun? You can do better—”

“All of you, shut the fuck up!” he roared to his peers who only cackled around the bushes, Yuuji and Gojo-sensei doubling over in laughter while Toge bit his collar to stop the gleeful sounds leaving his mouth. Irritation and humiliation bubbling up in his chest, Megumi finally found the courage to confess. “I like you, okay? I’ve always had a crush—”

You sat up to wrap your arms around his neck, silencing him with a sloppy kiss. At first, your lips kissed the edges of his mouth before Megumi groaned, his large hand clasping the back of your neck to guide you to where he wanted you to be. Smiling through the kiss, you pulled away, rubbing your nose on him affectionately. “Me too, Megumi,” you giggled, “I like you too. Actually, no, I fell in love the moment you almost broke your nose on the ice—” he cut you off by kissing you again, his grip on your waist threatening, “Hey, no fair, I was still confessing!”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll kiss you to make you shut up,” his confidence had now risen up, all traces of the shy Megumi now gone. “Now tell me that again. Tell me you like me.”

“Okay, but can I get another kiss?”

“You’ll be spoiled rotten.”

“I think I deserve it, don’t you think? I’m pretty cute – you’re lucky you get to kiss—” Megumi tugged you by your collar to slam your lips on his, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. You tugged at his hair playfully and laughed, slapping his shoulder gently to tap out. “Fine, fine. I like you too!”

“Say it again. Please.”

“Not so shy now, eh, Megumi?” Satoru teased for the final time, and Megumi was so close to bursting a vein in his neck when his teacher showed up from the bushes, sexily posing on the grass as he winked at the both of you.

“SHUT UP!”

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goldenavenger02 · 6 years ago

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"When All of This is Over"...

it's finally done and it's Friday PST when I'm posting this! Also, these will be posted the closest Friday as to when I'm finished, no longer every single week.

Prompt: When all of this is over, you have my permission to throw up on me.

Thanks for the help, Star!

And now, on with the story!

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Ned's used to worrying about Peter as Spider-Man.

Of course, being the good friend he was, he did worry about Peter before he became Spider-Man, but that was mostly because of the panic attacks he had, and Flash. And it wasn't like getting beat up on a daily basis was helping, by any means.

However, as he sat there in decathlon practice, Ned wasn't sure if there was a time he'd ever been more worried than in that exact moment.

Long story short, Peter had disappeared for a so-called "short patrol" at lunch. That was over two hours ago, and Ned knew it because he kept checking his watch every five minutes. And, now, over two hours later, he was still gone, and Ned didn't know what to do.

Peter has promised he'd be at decathlon practice. He promised.

"Ned?"

"Hmm?" The sidekick had snapped out of his trance and back into reality, as soon as he heard someone call his name. Seeing as all he had been doing was scrolling through his messages for the past ten minutes, he sighed and tucked his phone away, before meeting eyes with Mr. Harrington, their decathlon advisor. "Sorry. What's up?"

"I just wanted to ask if you were okay," The man spoke. "I know Peter isn't here today, and it's always kind of nerve-wracking when one of our members isn't here—"

'But he was supposed to be,' Ned thought to himself.

"—But I want you to let me know if you need a break, okay?"

Ned nodded, though the conversation didn't really sink in all that much. "Yeah," he agreed. "Okay, Thanks."

Mr. Harrington nodded and clapped his hands as he faced the stage and the rest of the teammates. "Okay," he announced. "Time to get to work. Michelle, you have those flash cards I asked for?"

For the next fifteen, or thirty, or forty-five minutes, Ned listened in as the team answered questions about art, music, science, and math, and did his best to answer a question every here and there. However, it couldn't have been more than an hour when he finally got a text that seemed to be from Peter.

Peter, 4:12 p.m.: Ned? N3ed 2atêr.

Ned, 4:12 p.m.: ?

Peter, 4:14 p.m.: stuuck.

Ned, 4:14 p.m.: I'll come get you. Can you send me your location?

Peter, 4:15 p.m.: B'athroommmm...

Ned excused himself, before practically racing down the hall to the bathroom, and what he saw wasn't good at all.

Peter was curled up in a ball, his head resting against on the wall as he shivered. And to make matters worse, Ned could see vomit staining his shirt, as well as a thick layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Peter?" the boy called as he knelt down beside his best friend and gently shook his shoulder. "Hey? I got your water, are you awake?"

"Mhm." Seemingly half-conscious, the teenager opened his eyes, but it didn't really do any good as they were just glassy and unfocused. "Ye'h," he muttered. "'M aw'ke. M' ok'y."

Ned raised an eyebrow at this, confused, but decided not to comment on it. Instead, he had only muttered a short "Okay, well, drink some water, alright? You need some fluids in you, dude," before unscrewing the cap and handling the blue water bottle to him.

Except, Peter didn't take it, so Ned had to act as calm as he could, and press the bottle against Peter's lips in order to get him to drink it, before he closed the cap and decided to settle it between the two.

"So, what happened?" he asked.

"Dunno," Peter whispered, his voice barely audible, as he rested his head in the crook of Ned's neck. "Thro't hurts. H-He'd hurts. Think I p'ssed out 'nd hit it, m'ybe? I don't... I d'n't rem'mber."

"Do you think Karen has any of the footage?" Ned questioned, concerned. If she did, then it was best to go over it, so he could be sure no one discovered Peter's identity ('cause with your best friend being concussed, you could never be too careful).

"Prob'bly," Peter breathed. "M'sk is in my b'g. Un'er the si'k, I th'nk. Room's sp'nn'ng."

"Alright." Ned nodded. "Alright, just let me go back to decathlon practice and I'll text May, okay? And then, if she isn't home, I'll bring you to—"

"N't a hosp'tal," Peter muttered. "Secret ident'ty. Sci'nce exper'ments. Sp'der DNA. No th'nks."

"Okay, not a hospital," Ned decided. "What about Mr. Stark then? Is he at the compound?"

"Nuh," Peter said as he shook his head, and brought another bout of nausea with him. "B-Bus'ness tr'p."

"Alright, I'll bring you to my house then, if May isn't home. My parents are at work and my sister's at a sleepover, so it should be okay. You cool with that?"

"P'ke...I need-" He was cut off by a gag, and lunged toward the stall. Ned lifted him enough by the armpits and turned his head as his friend vomited.

When the noises subsided, and he heard the toilet flush, he moved Peter away, and grabbed the toilet paper, handing it to Peter.

"Clean your face, I'm gonna go get my bag and then we'll head to my house. When all of this is over, you have my permission to throw up on me."

Peter nodded, and Ned went back toward decathalon, but didn't plan on barging in while they were doing the last questions.

"There you are. You can join us for the last three questions." Mr. Harrington smiled as Ned walked past him and grabbed his bag.

"Sorry, Mr. Harrington, I've gotta take care of my sick...spider."

MJ was just as confused as everyone else, so she got off the raised floor and caught up to Ned. "Ned, what is going on?!" She hissed, holding his arm tightly.

"Peter. He's not feeling good at all and threw up in the bathroom. I think he's got a concussion."

"You need to take him to a hospital. And don't try and insist that cause your parents are both in the medical field that you can take care of him. That's bullshit."

"I'll see you later." He insisted, and with that, he ran out of the room, leaving MJ to sigh before taking her place back on the stage.

"Okay," Ned said, as he cast a glance at Peter while walking him down the hallway, with his arm swung over his shoulder. "Just… be quiet when we get to my apartment, alright? 'Cause even though I don't think my parents are home, I have really nosey neighbours, and the last thing I need is to have them asking questions."

"Mhm'kay," Peter mumbled, his voice practically gone, but it wasn't like there was a way for him to disobey the order, even if he wanted to. And, thing was, he didn't want to. In fact, all he really wanted was take a shower, brush his teeth, and take a nap.

"Alright," Ned replied, as he came to a stop at the front of an old, paint-chipped door. Wriggling the doorknob a few times to see it was locked, he sighed before searching his coat pockets for the key his parents gave him. "Shit," he whispered. "Where is it?"

However, it seemed as if Ned didn't need his key as, at that moment, the door opened and the two boys came face to face with Ned's mother. "Ned! Peter!" She shrieked, ushering them inside and helping Ned bring his friend in, as soon as she caught sight of the sick (and injured) kid. "Oh my God! What happened?!" she asked.

"Concussion," Ned explained, as he helped his mom lead Peter to the bathroom, and then helped the injured teen lie down on the ground. "Think it was during gym class," he lied. "But the symptoms didn't show up until the end of decathlon, so I don't know."

"Okay." Ned's mom nodded. "We're gonna need the first aid kit from the kitchen, so go get that. And maybe some blankets, a clean shirt, a pillow, and an ice pack, too, will you?"

"On it." Ned insisted, running out of the room, quickly returning with the supplies she asked for.

"Thank you, sweetheart." She insisted, putting the pillow under Peter's head and slipped his dirty shift off, changing him into the Disneyland shirt. "Do you know what he's sick with?" She asked as she opened the first aid kit and turned the thermometer on, before gently placing it under his sleeve.

"I know he can't really talk. He also threw up, but that was probably the concussion."

His mother nodded, and took the thermometer out after it had beeped. "102.5. That's not great." She sighed, before grabbing the small pen light out of the first aid kit while Ned held the ice against Peter's head and draped a blanket over him. "Can you help me open his mouth?"

Ned nodded, and gently opened Peter's mouth while she clicked on the pen light. That was when Peter started waking up.

"Ow..."

"Peter, it's Amy Leeds, Ned's mom. Ned's here too. Do you know what day it is?"

"Sep'tember eight-teenth. N-name is P'ter Parker, f-from Qu'ens."

"That rules out memory loss. Peter, I need you to open your mouth widely so I can see your throat."

Peter responded by opening his mouth, and Amy clicked on the pen light, shining it into his mouth for a few minutes before clicking it off and telling him that he could close his mouth before turning to her anxious son.

"It's strep. He has all the tell tale signs that you can see without him being fully responsive. He needs to be in the hospital. His concussion needs to be under observation and he needs antibiotics."

"Mom, no!" Ned protested, a panicked and wild look in his eyes that showed they were filled with worry. "Peter… he—his aunt, May, works at a hospital! Do you know how worried and scared she'll be if she finds he was admitted to one?"

Amy took a deep breath and looked from Ned, to Peter, to Ned again, before she spoke. "I know," she responded. "But, Ned, as a mother, I can guarantee you that she'll be even more worried and scared if he doesn't receive medical treatment."

Ned sighed, and tried something else. "But Peter doesn't like hospitals, Mom! He has bad experiences in them. You know what happened the last time he was in one, right?"

Amy nodded. "Yes, sweetie, I know," she stated, knowing that the last time Peter was in a hospital it was because of his uncle's death. "But I can't handle a concussion by myself, okay? I'm only an ER nurse, I have limited knowledge; you know that."

Ned cast a look in Peter's direction, eyes beginning to water. He knew Peter wasn't anywhere close to death (or maybe he was, but, God, he hoped not), but it still felt like he failed. If he couldn't even protect Peter's secret identity, then how good of a 'Guy in the Chair' could he be?

"Sweetheart," Amy spoke, as she took the ice pack and settled it back against Peter's head, all while noticing her son's sad face. "Talk to me, what's wrong?"

Ned blinked back his tears, as he looked at his mother again. "He can't go to a hospital, Mom," he whispered, his voice broken. "I know it sounds weird, and ridiculous, and I know you just want to do the best thing for him, but he can't, okay? He can't."

Ned's mom looked lost. As a nurse, she knew she had signed some papers that had said she would always do the right thing, no matter what. But, as she looked back from Ned's unhappy eyes, and Peter's pale face, she knew that promise was about to be broken.

"Fine," she gave in. "I'm not gonna send him to the hospital, but I know his aunt works until eight, when it's late, so I still want him to have a doctor's opinion, alright? Either from the clinic down the street, or from the guy a few doors down, I don't care as long as he has one."

"Isn't that guy a fake doctor, though?" Ned questioned.

"That's his brother," Amy answered. "Now, go. And call your father and tell him that he has to come back at six-thirty tonight, alright? We… might need his help with this," she admitted.

••••••••••••••••

"Hey, I'm home." Tom Leeds called as he put his keys in the small bowl outside of the door before coming into the main room where Amy was hovering over the couch. "Ned called, said there was a emergency."

Amy just waved him over, her thumb pressed against her lip, and when Tom saw that Peter was on the couch and wrapped in a blanket, his son sitting beside him with a hand on his friend's ankle, he gently pulled his wife away and asked.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Strep throat, and a concussion of sorts. No memory loss, but he puked at least twice at the school, he's dizzy, his speech is off, and he's dazed. I don't know what's from the strep and what's from the concussion."

"He needs to be in the hospital."

"He can't go. Ned begged me not to take him, that's why I asked you to come home early."

"He needs rest. There is no doubt in my mind that it's a concussion, even without examining him. He needs antibiotics though for the strep. We both know that."

"We'll take him home once May is there, but I don't want him to be alone."

Tom nodded and sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, first thing's first," he said, as he went back into doctor mode. "He needs medicine, so I'm gonna write him a penicillin prescription, but it needs to be delivered to the nearest place right away, so it can be filled by tomorrow morning. Do you know what time the nearest Walgreen's closes?"

"Probably in like, twenty, thirty minutes?" Amy said, sheepishly. "They're not open late on Tuesdays, I know that for sure."

"Alright." Tom agreed. Setting his briefcase down on the coffee table in front of the two boys, he had then pulled out a pad of paper and scribbled something on it, before handing it to his wife. "Take this, go get it filled out. I'm going to stay here, take care of Peter, maybe see if I can get him to stay awake long enough so that I can examine him, or get him something to drink. Do you know if he's able to keep down any fluids?"

Ned, seeing as he could contribute to this part of the conversation, shook his head as he spoke up from his spot on the couch. "I gave him some water around an hour or two ago," he volunteered, "when he came to me for help. But he couldn't even keep it down for a few seconds, before it just came back up."

"Okay." Tom nodded. "Amy, go get that prescription filled," he said, as he shooed his wife out the door. "Ned," He stated as he turned to his son. "I want you to make Peter some tea, okay? If he threw up earlier, it's probably gonna settle in his stomach easier than something cold will."

"On it." Ned nodded as he got off the couch and went to the kitchen while Tom came over to the couch, sitting in the same spot his son was just sitting.

"Peter, I need you to wake up so I can check you over."

Peter let out a small whimper as he opened his tired and burning eyes, seeing the blurry figure that he recognized as Ned's dad.

"H'urts..."

"What hurts?" Thomas asked as he turned on his pen light, gently tapping Peter's cheek as he started to drift off again. "Kid, you need to stay awake."

"Eyes burn..."

"Alright, well I need you to follow this light with your eyes."

And with that, Thomas shined the dim light at Peter's eyes, and gently started to move it with Peter eyes slowly following it.

"Tea's ready!" Ned yelled from the kitchen while his father clicked off the light.

"G'ive me the tea." Peter mumbled in a robotic sounding voice before pressing his cheek against the couch, which led Thomas to look up at Ned, who was holding the mug while coming into the living room.

"Is this one of those memes?"

"Peter's recently discovered Shane Dawson." Ned insisted as he set the mug on the coffee table, before turning to his dad. "Can I do anything else?"

"Keep him awake. Your mom should be back soon, and we need to make sure he's able to be taken to his aunt."

Ned nodded, and sat near his best friend's head on the floor, before grabbing the mug. "Hey, man. I need you to drink this tea. I didn't burn it."

Peter cracked his eyes open and turned his head to Ned, taking the mug in his shaking hands, before propping himself on one elbow, using the other to hold the mug and drink the contents.

"N't bad."

Thomas started getting off of the couch when there was a sharp knock at the door, so he opened it, seeing Peter's aunt near tears and Amy who was clearly tired.

"I lost my key, and I saw May in the hall on her way up. I explained everything." His wife insisted as the two came inside the apartment.

"May?" Peter asked as he blinked a few times and set the mug down.

"Text me next time." She begged as she hugged him, running her hand through his hair. "All you gotta do is say you're heading to Ned's."

"C'uld'nt type."

"Let's just get you home." She insisted, helping him off the couch, keeping a arm around Peter's shoulder, before turning to Tom and Amy. "Thank you for taking care of him. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome. We can bring his prescription tomorrow."

May nodded, before leading Peter toward the elevator, and soon the apartment was filled with a awkward silence.

Ned started to head upstairs, but that's when Amy stopped him by gently grabbing his shoulder.

"You did a good job today. Peter really needed your help."

"Thanks, mom."

"And now you can tell me why you didn't want me to take him to the hospital."

Ned now needed to think up a excuse, and FAST...crap, this wasn't gonna go well.

#MCU #spider-man #Ned #peter parker #sick fic #hurt/comfort #Ned is a good friend

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Assertion of the Heart - introduction + preparation 1 + 2

Takamizawa Arisa is eager to make friends and fit into class at her junior high school. However, she doesn’t fit into the girl groups and the only person she talks to is Enomoto Kotarou who sits in the seat behind her. Though she feels close to Miura Karen, a fellow classmate who doesn’t fit in class, she was scared of being singled out by her peers. Shibasaki Ken, Kotarou’s friend, takes notice of the conflicted Arisa but – “It’s too boring to hate all the time.” What awaits Arisa as she takes a step forward in her own way!?

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We finally get Arisa’s story after wondering about it for so long!! This time, we’re going back in time to their junior high school years before they were all friends, so this is gonna be interesting. If you’re wondering why I’m posting this as a double chapter, though this novel has way more chapters than the other novels, a majority of them are also way shorter than usual. I’m going to be posting them as double chapters, but preparation 9 and preparation 10 will be getting their own individual posts as they’re much longer chapters.

introduction

She took a step forward, pushed by the words of someone she saw on TV. Opening the classroom door, she yelled in a loud voice, “You can’t let things go on like this!”

The cries that spilled from her heart may go nowhere. Even so, please reach someone.

Please –

Enomoto Kotarou Born November 29, Sagittarius, blood type O. 7th grader. In the soccer club. Arisa’s classmate. Has an unrequited love for Setoguchi Hina, his childhood friend from another class. His older sister Natsuki is a 9th grader in the same junior high school.

preparation 1

Today was her third day since starting junior high school.

Everything was different from when she was in elementary school; Takamizawa Arisa couldn’t get used to it at all. At the same time, she failed to join any girl groups and even now was alone in class.

This time for sure, I won’t fail! Arisa told herself while heading towards the classroom.

The hallways were full of students playfully running around. She was just about to bump into someone when, flustered, she stepped to the side.

“That was dange…” She started, about to admonish them in a loud voice, but restrained herself by tightly placing strength in her stomach.

She had just decided to not stand out and behave herself in junior high school. If she spouted everything that was on her mind, then it would only become a repeat of what happened in elementary school.

She paused briefly, then walked along the corners of the hallway as much as possible.

It wasn’t like Arisa had a reserved personality. Rather, she was someone that liked talking and sometimes she envied seeing girls happily gathered together. However, she had poked her nose into other people’s affairs and had unintentionally spoken harshly during elementary school, which ended up with her often being left out by her peers.

Due to that, she also ran into constant problems with her classmates.

After becoming a junior high school student, she was supposed to have grown up slightly from her past mistakes. She couldn’t have it be the same as it was before.

Arisa stopped walking and tightened the grip she had on her bag, I will definitely make friends!

She couldn’t say something like she couldn’t do it after being moved to tears by her mother when she had told her on the day of the entrance ceremony, “It’d be nice if you’re able to make friends.”

Her grandfather, a Shinto shrine priest, even gave her a full-blown prayer, “With all respect, please allow Takamizawa Arisa to make 100 friends…!” Though she was painfully embarrassed when he had read the ritual prayer out loud in a booming voice, that only meant how worried her grandfather was as well.

Arisa took a deep breath and told herself not to say anything uncalled for. Besides, she also had to not poke her nose into other people’s businesses. She needed to prevent people from thinking badly of her as much as she could.

She tried practicing her smile in front of the classroom entrance, but, because she wasn’t used to it, her cheeks went stiff and she only managed to lift a corner of her mouth.

No, no, this isn’t right… it’s kinda scary…

If she didn’t smile more naturally, refreshingly, or pleasantly, then it seemed as if it would have the opposite effect and people would retreat from her with a bang. If only she could be like the girl she saw on TV in the pudding commercial the other day and smile refreshingly!

But, it’s not like I can smile like that! Yes, that was what her mind shot back at her.

“Yo, Takamizawa. What’re you doing?”

Arisa’s shoulders stuttered in surprise at suddenly being talked to. Behind her was a male student by the name of Enomoto Kotarou and who was also her classmate.

“B-But I’m not doing anything…?” She responded, playing it off.

Kotarou hummed at her reply and looked towards the classroom. He then looked back at Arisa, “You ain’t gonna go in? The classroom.”

“I’m going in! You don’t have to tell me…” Even though she said this, she stood, unmoving, and hesitated in front of the entrance.

Her back was pushed with a clap and Arisa entered the classroom staggering. Kotarou laughed slightly, then entered the classroom.

“Enomoto!” At being called, he stopped walking and immediately entered the other conversation.

Arisa followed him with her eyes while walking towards her seat.

“I’m Enomoto Kotarou. I’m good at soccer so I intend to join the soccer club. My goal is to become a regular and go to nationals!” That was what he said when he did his self-introduction during homeroom on the day of the entrance ceremony. After declaring his self-confidence, he had smiled widely and did a peace sign.

…He has a good memory, remembering my name.

Though Kotarou sat in the seat directly behind Arisa, they have never had a direct conversation. That was why she hadn’t expected him to talk to her naturally like that.

The other boys gathered around Kotarou in no time and it became lively to the point it was noisy. Kotarou likely also only knew a few people from the same elementary school. Despite that, by the third day after starting school, he brazenly secured his position as one of the popular boys. Even though they started from the same place with few friends, it felt like a huge gap had widened between them before they had even reached halfway through the track.

Not bad… Enomoto. Arisa looked at Kotarou with a sharp, challenging expression in her eyes while quietly pumping herself up with a sense of rivalry. One hundred friends… even if it doesn’t go as planned, I gotta start from one person first!

♦ ♦ ღ ♦ ♦

Enomoto Kotarou was joking around with the boys when he felt someone’s gaze on him. He turned around, going, “Huh?”

The moment their eyes met, Arisa sullenly turned away.

Wha, why, was I being glared at? Was it because she didn’t like that he had talked to her?

It was usual for girls to be in a bad mood, so it was no use for him to pay any mind to it, but… Kotarou scratched his head and remembered the kinds of girls he was usually around.

Still, I don’t understand Takamizawa, man.

He had never once seen her talking with other girls. Kotarou became curious as he ignored the conversation of the boys around him and looked at Arisa once more. Kotarou casually averted his gaze since he was definitely being glared at.

For now, it might be better if I don’t look at her… He didn’t quite understand it, but he would let sleeping whatevers be. *

* Kotarou is thinking of the proverb “let sleeping dogs lie” but he doesn’t remember it properly.

Yamamoto Koudai Born November 7, Scorpio, blood type A. 7th grader. Classmates and friends with Ken. Acquainted with Kotarou. Silent and loves books. Hit the nail on the head with those words. *

* These words: “Shibaken, you’re nice to girls. It’d be nice if you were nicer to me, too…” (from the Heart no Shuchou MV)

preparation 2

“Hey, Koudai.” Shibasaki Ken called to Yamamoto Koudai in the seat behind him, leaning his chair over. It was lunch break.

Koudai, reading with an expressionless face like he always did, didn’t try at all, not even a bit, to look at Ken. He probably completely saw through the fact that it wasn’t anything important.

“It’s seriously soooo boring. Hey, do you have anything interesting to talk about?” Ken said with both hands behind his head.

Koudai dropped his gaze from his book and audibly sighed, “None. Rather, why are you using my name without honorifics?”

“Ain’t it fine? We’re classmates, aren’t we? You can skip the honorifics with me, too.” Ken said lightheartedly while smiling.

In reply, Koudai pushed his glasses up and returned to reading. It seemed like he didn’t feel like continuing the conversation any further.

Ken turned, facing his body towards Koudai instead, and stubbornly called out to him, “Hey, heeeeeey,” he continued, “What’re you reading? Is it interesting?”

“Whether or not it’s interesting is up to the individual.” Koudai replied in a flat tone while his chin was rested in his hand.

“Hmmm. Then, is it an erotica?” Ken asked, taking a peek at the thick book that Koudai was reading.

“The Karamazov Brothers by Dostoyevsky. If you’ll read it, I’ll lend it to you.”

“Ah, my bad. I have absolutely no interest. So, that whatever Brothers, what kind of story is it?”

“If you’re not interested, then there’s no point in asking. Anyway, why are you talking to me?” Koudai closed his book with a plop and finally looked up, probably because he had lost his concentration.

“It’s fine, ain’t it? Help me kill time.” He replied with a smile.

Koudai said, “Seriously?” with a dumbfounded expression.

Koudai was an acquaintance Ken made after starting junior high school. So far, they have yet to find a common ground. Both their personalities and hobbies didn’t match at all. You might say that Koudai, who was taciturn and loved books, and Ken, who had a flashy appearance and features, were polar opposites in just about everything. If they had not been in the same class or if their seats weren’t in front and back of each others��, then they would probably hardly talk to each other. There were several other people in class that they could get along with. Despite that, the reason Ken had dry conversations like this with Koudai was simply because it was troublesome for him to move seats. Since he was using the other person to kill time, anyone would’ve been fine. That was why Ken was quick to make Koudai, who sat behind him, his partner. With that reason, Koudai became the person Ken talked to the most ever since the entrance ceremony once they realized it.

“Well, you’re bothering me.”

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, it’s not a rule that we can’t use our phones in class or anything, right? Hey, Koudai. You don’t feel like running for student council president?”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking at all with that question.”

“Become the student council president and get rid of the cell phone use ban. The whole school would be happy, y’know? I’ll even give you my sincere vote.”

“It doesn’t feel like it’s completely sincere. Don’t go forcing people into things. Why don’t you run for it yourself?

“’Cause that kind of thing is impossible for me. I don’t wear glasses.”

“Running for student council president doesn’t require you to wear glasses.”

“But when you think of a student council president, ain’t it obvious they gotta have glasses? Like a sign of their trustworthiness?” He said with a laugh.

Koudai answered with a face that said, “What?”

Ken didn’t hate these irrelevant and somewhat engaging conversations. Although Koudai thought it was bothersome, if Ken pitched a ball for a conversation, he would usually catch the ball and sincerely reply back. That was why, without realizing it, even he started to want to throw that ball.

“Ah… it’s too boring. Hey, Koudai. Do you have something fun…”

“That’s why, why don’t you just read a book? I said that earlier.”

Ken turned his eyes towards the door while not paying any attention to Koudai’s troubled voice.

“Seriously, don’t follow me!”

“I’m going back to my own classroom, too!”

He nonchalantly followed the two exiting the classroom and arguing with each other with his eyes. That’s a girl from our class, right? The other person with her was probably a boy from another class. They were a pair that were often seen together.

“Hey, Koudai. That girl earlier with the huge chest…”

“That’s Setoguchi.” Koudai corrected him while pushing his glasses up, his eyebrows furrowed.

Setoguchi Hina was quite on the cute side even amongst the other girls and her name often came up in gossip amongst the boys. On the other hand, he knew nothing about the boy.

“I wonder who that guy was that went out together with Setoguchi with the huge chest.”

“Oh, Enomoto…”

“You know him?”

“He was in the seat next to me during the committee meeting.” Koudai looked towards the door the two went out of and tilted his head, “I think his name was Kotarou?”

When Ken rested both elbows on top of Koudai’s desk, he leaned forward slightly. “Then that Enomoto? Who is he? Is he Setoguchi’s boyfriend? You mean the two of them are dating?”

“Well, who knows… they’re often together, huh.”

“Doesn’t he come to our class every day, that guy? To see Setoguchi.”

“Isn’t that fine?” Koudai immediately attempted to return his gaze to his book.

Enomoto… huh.

Setoguchi Hina didn’t consider him as a companion at all and it was almost rather pitiable how she was treating him so harshly. Despite that, he wasn’t discouraged and kept turning up.

I wonder what kind of relationship they have?

The corners of his mouth slightly lifted as he lightly pulled Koudai’s sleeve two or three times. “Hey, aren’t the two of them interesting?”

“What are you scheming? Stop it.”

Ken laughed, “C’mon.” He stood up while stared at by Koudai’s disapproving eyes. “Let’s go tease them a little.”

“Can you not get me involved?”

“This will definitely be more interesting than the whatever Brothers!” Ken said as he pulled Koudai by his arm, an unamused expression on his face, and headed towards the back door of the classroom.

Just as Ken brought Koudai out with him into the hallway, Kotarou was about to enter his own classroom.

“Heeey, Enomoto.” Ken called out with a smile while keeping a grasp on Koudai’s arm.

Kotarou looked back and said, “Who are you again?” and furrowed his eyebrows slightly. He then looked over at Koudai next to Ken. “You know Yamamoto?”

“…Sorry, Enomoto. I said it was better if he laid off it and more or less warned him.” Koudai said to Enomoto with a slight shrug.

“What’re you talking about? Warned?”

“Ahh, don’t worry ‘bout it. It’s between us.” Ken stepped forward and smacked Kotarou’s shoulders as Kotarou looked at him with a suspicious look on his face.

“This flashy guy is your friend, Yamamoto?”

“No, not at all. Just a classmate.”

“Don’t be cold like that! Aren’t we friends? Anyway, it’s still lunch break, so why don’t we have a talk on the roof?” Ken said with a smile.

In response, Kotarou’s expression became more and more annoyed, “Don’t go deciding things on your own. I still haven’t done my math homework. Yamamoto, do something about him!”

“Impossible ‘cause I’m a victim, too.”

“If it’s homework, why not just make Koudai let you copy his? I was thinking ‘bout doing that, too.” Ken laughed while pushing both by their backs.

“Y’know… did you not think about the fact that I might not have done it?” Koudai made a dubious face while moving his glasses in his hand as if in habit.

“Deepening our friendship is important, too, ain’t it? ‘Specially since we’ve gotten to know each other like this!”

“I don’t want to do anything like getting to know you. Let go!” When Kotarou raised his voice, the girls that happened to pass by started giggling.

“Guys sure get along well.”

“Looks like they’re having fun.”

The three of them suddenly stopped walking after hearing those comments. They waited until the girls left, then all looked at each other.

“You’ve made them misunderstand, saying that we look close!” Kotarou lowered the tone of his voice, embarrassed.

Ken smirked and pulled Kotarou’s shoulder towards him, “Enomoto. Which girl was your type? I might be pretty interested in the girl with the long hair.”

“Huh!? How the hell should I know.”

“Oh, come to think of it, you have Setoguchi, don’t you?”

“Stu….pid, I didn’t say anything!” Kotarou staggered backwards while hiding his red face with his arm.

He’s easy to read. Holy crap. Wow, this is fun. Ken endured his desire to laugh out loud and moved his hand to his mouth, “Why don’t we just become friends?”

“Huh? Why should we? I don’t want to!”

“I mean, isn’t it better if you have an excuse to come to our classroom?”

“…What are you scheming?”

“Well? I wonder?”

Enomoto Kotarou. He’s interesting as expected. The two of them might unexpectedly be able to get along well. Ken took the two of them along towards the roof as he thought this.

#honeyworks #heart no shuchou #assertion of the heart #vocaloid novel #translation #rei's translations #kokuhaku yokou renshuu #takamizawa arisa #enomoto kotarou #shibasaki ken #yamamoto koudai

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