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Sep. 25th, 2009 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaKirihara was pretty used to having pretty girls confess to him at this point. All through middle school he had been fielding confessions (though nowhere near the amount that Niou got) and high school just meant that the girls were a little bolder in their confessions. Kirihara got kissed, or more, before a girl said 'I love you' in high school Kirihara generally didn't let them get beyond kissing though. It was fun and all, having a pretty girl doing naughty things to him, but girls could be so clingy. Now guys, guys could screw and leave and they were too smart to whine about it.
Plus, they were more interesting and definitely more fun.
Kirihara was used to getting confessed to by all sorts, so he wasn't surprised when his senpai knocked him in the ribs after school and nodded towards a sweet looking girl standing at the gate. There were a few Rikkai students surrounding her, pestering her for questions. "I hear she's looking for you." Niou leered at Kirihara, then shoved him in the direction of the girl and the students.
"Oh c'mon." Kirihara whined, dragging his heels. "I've been confessed to three times today! Just because you never bother to avoid confessions…"
Niou frowned at Kirihara and Kirihara smirked. "Alright, fine, but if I'm late for karaoke, I'm telling buchou it was your fault." Kirihara split off from Niou and wandered in the direction of the girl and the group surrounding her, while Niou headed off in the direction of the karaoke place. "Hey, hey, scram." Kirihara directed his words to the leering Rikkai students.
"Aw, man." One of them muttered, while another grabbed his friend and started walking off saying something about 'it's always the tennis team'. Kirihara smiled at the girl, his buchou-taught chivalrous smile. Actually, he wasn't sure he'd learned it from Yukimura, but he probably should have.
"Hey, I heard you were looking for me."
The girl had short dirty-blond hair, and her head was tipped forward shyly so Kirihara could not get much of an impression of her face. She was pretty, with a pointed chin and shiny, slim lips. The girl wore a Hyotei high uniform. Kirihara did not get a lot of confessions from other schools, but he had gotten a few. Hyotei girls were more likely to suck you off than girls from Seigaku, but no one went down as fast as a girl from St. Rudolph's. Hyotei girls tended to be a little stuck up when you rejected them though, and they hit *hard*.
The girl nodded.
Huh. So. Shy? Kirihara grinned. Shy was okay. "So, was there something you wanted to tell me?"
"I…" The girl's voice was deep, soft, and kind of deep. But pitched funny, like she was trying to make it higher. "I like you."
Then the girl peeked up at him and something hit Kirihara right in the groin. It wasn't because some shy girl was peeking up at him with passionate eyes, it was because the girl looked frustrated and pissed and like she was trying to pretend to be shy all at once… but more than that it was because that face was so totally familiar.
"Hiyoshi?" Kirihara squeaked. Hiyoshi, the 'shy' instantly fading into his usual 'these people are idiots' look clamped a hand down on Kirihara's mouth and grabbed the back of his shirt, dragging him off. The Rikkai students who had been streaming out of the school behind Kirihara hooted and catcalled. Kirihara waved, and tried to keep up. Hiyoshi dragged Kirihara towards a nearby park, pushing Kirihara up against the bark of a tree.
"Yeah, tell your entire school I was standing out in front in drag." Hiyoshi muttered, then shook his head in a way that made his hair flip. "Right, can't trust you not to do something stupid."
"Hey." Kirihara growled. "You're the one standing out there in a skirt! You could have warned a guy or something! How was I supposed to know it was you?"
Hiyoshi glared, and really, it was kind of hard to figure out how Kirihara hadn't realized it. Hiyoshi was wearing a little lipgloss and eyeliner, but it wasn't a huge change to his face. Though Hiyoshi's face was pretty girly anyway, all pointedness and pretty. If Hiyoshi's hair was longer he would look even girlier, which was probably why Hiyoshi kept it in that horrid mushroom cut. "Idiot, how could you not figure that out?"
"You have breasts!" Kirihara pointed at the slight rounding to Hiyoshi's chest. "And you're pretty girly anyway, Hyotei."
"You're just an ass," Hiyoshi reached under his shirt and unlatched the bra or whatever had been holding two bags of bird seed. Then the white A cup bra slithered to the ground. "There, now I don't have breasts, now can you recognize me?"
Kirihara slid his eyes from Hiyoshi's face to the now flat chest, and down to his shapely legs. "Nope. Still totally new." Kirihara grinned when Hiyoshi smacked him. It wasn't that Kirihara liked it, it was just that he knew the next thing Hiyoshi was going to do would be to slide to his knees and unbuckle Kirihara's belt.
"I'll make you remember me." Hiyoshi muttered, reaching in and pulling Kirihara's half hard cock out. Kneeling on the grass with the brown Hyotei skirt bunched up at his thighs, Hiyoshi almost looked like a girl. But damn, he sucked better than any girl Kirihara'd ever had…
So worth being late for karaoke. Maybe Kirihara'd even drag Hiyoshi along.
Plus, they were more interesting and definitely more fun.
Kirihara was used to getting confessed to by all sorts, so he wasn't surprised when his senpai knocked him in the ribs after school and nodded towards a sweet looking girl standing at the gate. There were a few Rikkai students surrounding her, pestering her for questions. "I hear she's looking for you." Niou leered at Kirihara, then shoved him in the direction of the girl and the students.
"Oh c'mon." Kirihara whined, dragging his heels. "I've been confessed to three times today! Just because you never bother to avoid confessions…"
Niou frowned at Kirihara and Kirihara smirked. "Alright, fine, but if I'm late for karaoke, I'm telling buchou it was your fault." Kirihara split off from Niou and wandered in the direction of the girl and the group surrounding her, while Niou headed off in the direction of the karaoke place. "Hey, hey, scram." Kirihara directed his words to the leering Rikkai students.
"Aw, man." One of them muttered, while another grabbed his friend and started walking off saying something about 'it's always the tennis team'. Kirihara smiled at the girl, his buchou-taught chivalrous smile. Actually, he wasn't sure he'd learned it from Yukimura, but he probably should have.
"Hey, I heard you were looking for me."
The girl had short dirty-blond hair, and her head was tipped forward shyly so Kirihara could not get much of an impression of her face. She was pretty, with a pointed chin and shiny, slim lips. The girl wore a Hyotei high uniform. Kirihara did not get a lot of confessions from other schools, but he had gotten a few. Hyotei girls were more likely to suck you off than girls from Seigaku, but no one went down as fast as a girl from St. Rudolph's. Hyotei girls tended to be a little stuck up when you rejected them though, and they hit *hard*.
The girl nodded.
Huh. So. Shy? Kirihara grinned. Shy was okay. "So, was there something you wanted to tell me?"
"I…" The girl's voice was deep, soft, and kind of deep. But pitched funny, like she was trying to make it higher. "I like you."
Then the girl peeked up at him and something hit Kirihara right in the groin. It wasn't because some shy girl was peeking up at him with passionate eyes, it was because the girl looked frustrated and pissed and like she was trying to pretend to be shy all at once… but more than that it was because that face was so totally familiar.
"Hiyoshi?" Kirihara squeaked. Hiyoshi, the 'shy' instantly fading into his usual 'these people are idiots' look clamped a hand down on Kirihara's mouth and grabbed the back of his shirt, dragging him off. The Rikkai students who had been streaming out of the school behind Kirihara hooted and catcalled. Kirihara waved, and tried to keep up. Hiyoshi dragged Kirihara towards a nearby park, pushing Kirihara up against the bark of a tree.
"Yeah, tell your entire school I was standing out in front in drag." Hiyoshi muttered, then shook his head in a way that made his hair flip. "Right, can't trust you not to do something stupid."
"Hey." Kirihara growled. "You're the one standing out there in a skirt! You could have warned a guy or something! How was I supposed to know it was you?"
Hiyoshi glared, and really, it was kind of hard to figure out how Kirihara hadn't realized it. Hiyoshi was wearing a little lipgloss and eyeliner, but it wasn't a huge change to his face. Though Hiyoshi's face was pretty girly anyway, all pointedness and pretty. If Hiyoshi's hair was longer he would look even girlier, which was probably why Hiyoshi kept it in that horrid mushroom cut. "Idiot, how could you not figure that out?"
"You have breasts!" Kirihara pointed at the slight rounding to Hiyoshi's chest. "And you're pretty girly anyway, Hyotei."
"You're just an ass," Hiyoshi reached under his shirt and unlatched the bra or whatever had been holding two bags of bird seed. Then the white A cup bra slithered to the ground. "There, now I don't have breasts, now can you recognize me?"
Kirihara slid his eyes from Hiyoshi's face to the now flat chest, and down to his shapely legs. "Nope. Still totally new." Kirihara grinned when Hiyoshi smacked him. It wasn't that Kirihara liked it, it was just that he knew the next thing Hiyoshi was going to do would be to slide to his knees and unbuckle Kirihara's belt.
"I'll make you remember me." Hiyoshi muttered, reaching in and pulling Kirihara's half hard cock out. Kneeling on the grass with the brown Hyotei skirt bunched up at his thighs, Hiyoshi almost looked like a girl. But damn, he sucked better than any girl Kirihara'd ever had…
So worth being late for karaoke. Maybe Kirihara'd even drag Hiyoshi along.
