#rainbowghostcat

The others started leaving for their cells, or stuffs like smoking or coffee. The nail thing club will probably get their daily meeting started soon, so I went for a walk toward the empty corridor near the kitchen. I could hear footsteps behind me, though, kinda creepy with that bitch of Kotoko around. “Fuuta?” asked a guy; probably the one I didn’t want to talk to today, at that. I turned around on my right, still not used to the missing eye. “Ugh!” “Are you alright?” I have to turn my whole fucking body around. It was Tetsuya alright. “Y-yeah. What do you want?” I grunt. He looked at the ground. What a pussy! Can’t even look at people properl— “Are you free to talk?” he asked, looking around. “Um? W-what? Why?” “I want to talk about last night” What an ass! Is he going to tell everyone? “Fuck—” “I’m sorr—” “—er…” “Hm?” he hummed. “What are you excusing yourself for?” “I’m sorry I left without waking you up” “Er… Just that?” He raised an eyebrow, “no, but I had to get that out of the way.” He looked at the floor again, “Did you enjoy yesterday? Like—” “H-hah?” He raised his tone a bit, speaking over me, “Like the faux-cuddle.” I looked away, feeling a bit hot around my cheeks, “Ah? W-why do you ask?” He shrugged, made eye contact once, sighed loudly, and renewed it. “It’s complicated…” Is it? “I enjoyed it, and I was wondering if you were okay with doing it more often.” I recoiled. Is that fucker serious? My cheeks are getting warmer, for some reason. “I would like to be closer to you, if that’s okay with you; get to know you, spend more time with you, cuddle under,” he paused, “better circumstances, maybe even more.” I recoiled again. He really is! “I would like for us to grow as people, together.” He gave a weak smile, “but we can stay cuddle buddies, if you prefer.” I looked away, “That’s embarrassing. Why is it getting so hot, by the way?” He shrugged, a small smirk forming on his face. “Do you want, like, a relationship?” I asked, looking him in the eyes, alternating between the eye I’m looking at. “Yeah, or a friendship.” He made a small gesture with his hand, toward me. “It’s up to you, and both would be a trial period.” He shrugged. “So, like Haruka and Muu?” I asked, nodding my head forward. When I glanced back, his smile disappeared, he was left frowning, staring at the floor. This then turned into a sneer for a few seconds. “No. Really, no.” Hm? “What, why?” “Well…” He sighed, “Let’s call a chair a chair. It is a relationship, but it’s unhealthy as fuck. It’s bedroom dynamics out of the bedroom.” “Uh?” He sighed again, putting his head against his left palm, “just ask Yuno.” He raised his head to look on the side, “Actually, no; just take a look at lunch.” I squint, having no idea what he means. Haruka seemed pretty happy. He glanced at me again, one arm grabbing the other’s elbow. “I don’t want to pressure you into giving an answer, but I would like to be clear what we are. Friends? Strangers? Cuddle buddies?” He scoffs, “A bit early to call each other boyfriends.” “I-I don’t know, I’m sure what you see in me.” I pause, putting my right hand in front of my eye patch, “…especially after what happened.” His mouth gapped and immediately after turned into a frown, his eyebrows rising on the inside. “Dude… That doesn’t make you any less of a person. Although, I will look for ways to heal it.” I flinched, “Hm? Why would you waste your time for that?” “I honestly don’t have a good depth perception; I can’t even play ball without getting made fun of.” he shrugged, “Yet I’m able-sighed. So I can’t imagine for you, especially since you play soccer.” I looked down at the floor; it’s embarrassing to know how bad it would be from now on.