It probably wasn't the wisest idea, but ever since that time he has had this sudden urge to get closer to her.
Yuhi pushed her against the wall. Dirty bricks covered in traces of vibrant colored paint, swear words, and faded drawings decorated the dirty wall. He braces his hand by her head, their faces inches against one another. Sumire however, seemed to be more concerned about the people pursuing them since she kept looking over his shoulder. The more she tried to peak, the closer they got - until the distance vanished.
Sumire has long eyelashes and large, amethyst colored eyes. She was indeed a beauty.
Yuhi stops looking when he heard approaching footsteps. While he could not see, his instincts are well trained. In the next few seconds, the footsteps increase. Sumire wrapped her arms around him; one hand slid down his waist until it was on his hip. The other hand pressed his head down, drawing their lips close.
He went for it and pressed his lips against hers. She tasted sweet like candy.
He wondered if she even knew what kind of position they were in. Is she even aware? His thoughts broke off when Sumire looked up at him.
"What are you doing, Yuhi-san?"
For a moment, he does not understand what she is trying to say until he realized that his hand was on her shirt. "Well, what can I say?"
Sumire sighed. "Honestly, men." She trailed off. "Do you not remember why we are in this situation?"
"Some guys picked a fight with me."
"Wrong." Sumire shook her head. "You were the one who picked a fight."
"They were staring at you."
Ever since that time, the two of them have used their lunch hour to go investigating. Unfortunately, the places they go to are very dangerous.
At that comment, Sumire laughed softly. "I didn't notice, but thank you."
"Yeah, you okay?" Yuhi finally managed to ask. "You look pale."
"These days, I feel sick in the morning."
As Sumire described her circumstances, Yuhi's gaze turned dim. Does Sumire not realize what she just said there? It sounds like she is describing morning sickness. It can't be, can it? Mamoru passed away around Christmas time, three months have passed since then.
If she were pregnant, then it would show by now. But are there not those rare scenarios where… his sentence fell short when he saw her breathing turn unsteady. Sweat clung to her skin.
Yuhi frowned and looked her up and down. For the first time, he saw it, a fresh wound on her shoulders.
The footsteps eventually faded, and he brushed his hand across her face. "Let's go back to school."
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"You know, your injuries are going to be a bit hard to explain." Yuhi lectured as the two of them walked down the familiar path leading to the school.
Sumire looked away. "I was caught off guard."
"I told you not to space out in the middle of a fight."
"I wasn't spacing out."
At that comment, Yuhi sighed. It seems like she is in stubborn mode today. Then again, since this morning, she seemed bothered by something. Yuhi observed the wound and stopped walking. He grabbed hold of her hand. "Stop."
Sumire looked at him, confused.
He pointed to the hedge way. "Let's sit down there for a moment."
She weakly nodded her head. Yuhi could tell it was taking her a lot of strength to stand. A relieved sigh escaped her lips when they sat down, and Yuhi flicked her forehead.
"Say something next time."
"But we will be late."
Does she actually care about school and attendance? She skips more than me.
Yuhi brushed his hands across her forehead and wiped her sweat with his handkerchief. "Your health is more important. It will be cold, but could you --" Yuhi did not know how to say this without making it sound weird.
She nodded and looked around before she loosened her clothes, exposing the wound on her shoulder. Yuhi struggled to remain calm when he saw her skin so exposed like that. Why does she look so beautiful? Sometimes Yuhi wonders if Sumire does this deliberately or not. How is it possible for her to look so beautiful?
He shook his head when he found her staring at him. Yuhi quickly opened his bag and pulled out a few bottles, alongside some bandages.
"Do you always carry those with you?" Sumire asked.
"Yeah. I get into skirmishes often."
There was nothing he hated more than this situation. This entire time he has acted like the perfect gentleman. But Yuhi was at the end of his limit. Spending so much time with her and yet not being able to do anything. No, correction. I spend so much time with her, occasionally kiss her and get very intimate. Sumire has a bad habit of teasing him too.
Yuhi tore a piece of cloth from his sleeve and poured the ointment on it before he pressed it against her shoulder. "You know it pains me whenever you get hurt like this."
"I have other injuries, Yuhi-san, some that have left a scar."
"I know that, but--" Yuhi paused when he saw her look him up and down. "What?"
"Yuhi-san, you have scars too." She extended her hand out and traced the scar on his right bicep. She was only touching him through his clothes, but it felt seductive.
"An old one from childhood."
Yuhi nodded and brushed his hands across her neck. "Nail gun?"
"Ah, this was when I got separated from Ru, they got me from the back." She explained.
He moved his hand towards her legs. The scars she caused herself and the scars she got from fights, Yuhi could tell the difference. He stopped his hands right above her skirt and leaned forward. Yuhi brushed his lips against her ear. Yuhi did not know what he was doing.
When he saw all her injuries, he wanted to say something to her. He wants to say comforting words.
