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“I hate all of you,” Eijun growled, his face buried in his arms.
“Bro,” Wakana said, completely unfazed. “You lost. Pay up.”
“This is cruel and unusual punishment,” Eijun moaned, lifting his head just enough to glare across the café table. “Can’t you make me eat wasabi, or run around campus in a tutu? Anything but this.”
Haruno grinned, phone in hand. “Too late. We already dug up Exhibit A.”
She spun her screen around, and there it was: the worst photo ever taken of Eijun Sawamura.
Seven years old. Two missing teeth. Hair in a bowl cut. Crying over a melted ice cream cone while wearing a shirt that read “MOMMY’S LITTLE ANGEL.”
Haruichi sipped his drink. “Honestly, it’s iconic.”
“It’s blackmail!”
“It’s motivation,” Wakana corrected. “Now, go kiss Miyuki Kazuya.”
Eijun let out a strangled noise. “Why him?! Why not someone normal?”
“Because you stared at him during orientation like he was a Renaissance painting,” Haruno pointed out.
“I was NOT--!”
“You were,” Haruichi confirmed.
“...Fine,” Eijun muttered. “But if I die, I’m haunting all of you.”
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CAFETERIA PATIO -- 3:42 PM
Miyuki Kazuya looked unfairly good for someone who probably just came from baseball practice.
Messy hair, sleeves pushed up, forearms on full display like he was in a dating sim. Sitting cross-legged on a bench, typing something into his laptop with a latte beside him.
Unbothered. Untouchable.
God-tier.
Eijun cursed his friends. And his hormones.
He walked over, trying not to sweat through his shirt.
Miyuki looked up. “Huh. Sawamura-kun, right?”
Eijun froze. “You… know my name?”
Miyuki smirked. “Haruchi’s friend. The loud one.”
“I’M NOT LOUD--!”
Eijun slapped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry. Uh. Yeah. That’s me.”
Miyuki chuckled. “What’s up?”
Say it.
Say “I lost a bet and I have to kiss you, sorry.”
Say anything except..
“Can I kiss you?”
Miyuki blinked. “…What?”
Eijun panicked. “I mean, It’s a dare! I lost a game, and they said they’ll leak my cursed childhood photo unless I kiss you and I didn’t think I’d actually go through with it but here we are and--!”
Miyuki’s brows rose. “Kiss on the cheek or…?”
“Lips,” Eijun squeaked, looking like he was about to spontaneously combust.
A pause.
Then.. he laughed.
Miyuki laughed. Full-on chuckle, leaning back on the bench.
“I’m flattered, honestly,” he said, smiling now. “You’re brave. I’ll give you that.”
Eijun wanted to evaporate. “It’s okay. You don’t have to..”
But then Miyuki stood up. Stepped forward. Got close.
Too close.
“Do it properly, then,” he said softly. “Or your friends might not believe you.”
Eijun stared.
And then before he could psych himself out—he kissed him.
Quick. Warm. Just a second.
Just enough to taste a hint of latte and feel Miyuki’s breath catch for half a heartbeat.
He pulled away, flushed to his ears. “Okay! I did it! Thanks! Bye!”
He turned on his heel, fully ready to run and never speak of this again but Miyuki caught his wrist.
“Wait.”
Eijun turned, heart thudding.
Miyuki tilted his head, eyes thoughtful. “You free Friday night?”
“What?”
“Figure I should return the favor. Take you out.”
“I kissed you because of a dare,” Eijun said, voice cracking.
“And now I’m asking because I want to,” Miyuki said.
Eijun stared. Glitched. Tried to form words. Failed.
“Is that a yes?” Miyuki smirked.
“…I hate you.”
“That’s not a no.”