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[color=cc3333]"Please pay my bill for me. Keep the change, thanks, man.."[/color]

The stained student thrust the money into Jun’s hand and pushed around him before Jun could even utter another word to the guy. Watching him leave, Jun shook his head. The poor guy. All he wanted was a nice coffee in a nice restaurant and instead he got a ruined morning and a ruined uniform. It didn’t help that a few of the other people in the diner were even laughing at the guy. Not cool. Quite frankly, Jun couldn’t blame the guy for wanting to be literally anywhere else.

He continued to wipe down the coffee until a waitress crossed over and relieved him. He handed her the money then shrugged, telling her to keep the change for the guy’s order. He wouldn’t feel right keeping a stranger’s money. With that taken care of, Jun made a trip to the restroom to wash his hands. Some of the coffee had soaked through the napkins and his now sticky hands were irritating him to no end.

When he returned to Yuuki’s table, the girl was sitting there with a rather dejected expression on her face - one that quickly disappeared once she saw Jun. He raised an eyebrow but she simply shrugged, put her hands together, and said [color=#ebadc2]“Itadakmasu!”[/color]

He followed her lead, then sipped on his tea as Yuuki enjoyed her meal.[hr]

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Yuuki, however, wasn’t enjoying her meal. That’s not to say that the food wasn’t delicious - it was - but she couldn’t shake an unpleasant feeling. Was it...was it guilt? She was thinking about the girl who had just scolded her. Yuuki frowned. Nishikori Kana, eh? She sounded so...tired. It wasn’t Yuuki’s fault, of course! She hadn’t forced her to come over and read Yuuki the riot act! ...but that excuse felt hollow. The girl wasn’t wrong per se. Maybe shouting in a public restaurant at seven in the morning was too much… ugh. No fair! This was supposed to be a good day!


[color=#ba76d5]“You’re making weird faces again.”[/color] Jun snarked in between sips of his tea.

[color=#ebadc2]“Am not!”[/color] Yuuki protested indignantly, her mouth full of food causing it come out muffled.

Jun scrunched up his face into a ridiculous caricature of her own thinking expression. [color=#ba76d5]“Am not!”[/color] he mocked in an exaggerated, high pitched voice that cracked on the second syllable. Yuuki had to cover her mouth with her hands to stifle her laugh and force the food down. It was much more of a struggle than it had any right to be. When it was safe, the laugh came out and Jun chuckled with her.

[color=#ebadc2]“You’re such a dork.”[/color] she managed to spit out before taking a drink of her own tea to wash everything down.

[color=#ba76d5]“True.”[/color] he agreed, nodding solemnly before shifting his gaze across the room. [color=#ba76d5]“So how’d things go with your [u][i]‘NEW’[/i][/u] best friend?”[/color]

[color=#ebadc2]“Jealous much? We’re going to sing karaoke after school. No boys allowed, so you can come if you want.”[/color] she teased, taking a bite out of her toast.

[color=#ba76d5]“Sounds good! I’ll even do our makeup this time so we don’t look like clown hookers.”[/color] he fired back, unfazed. To be fair, she had not exactly been blessed by the make-up gods and Jun...well, he was like Michelangelo with a powder brush. 

[color=#ebadc2]“Ouch. Fair, but ouch.[/color] she replied. A few moments passed as she enjoyed some of her soup. [color=#ebadc2]“I should probably tell her I’m sorry. I feel kind of bad.[/color] 

Jun stared at her, mouth agape. [color=#ba76d5]“Are you sick? Are you dying? As your best friend, you have to tell me if you’re dying. I’m pretty sure that’s a rule.”[/color]

Yuuki waved away his dorkiness. [color=#ebadc2]“I’m serious! You should have seen her eyes, Jun!”[/color] she urged. [color=#ebadc2]“Her face and mouth said ‘Fuck off’, but her eyes said ‘Love me.’ Jun...she needs me.”[/color]

[color=#ba76d5]“Ooooh…”[/color] Jun started, dragging out the ohh for emphasis before continuing with what would undoubtably be one of his sarcastic comments. [color=#ba76d5]“I see...you’re just insane. Like actually, literally insane. Listen, she needs you to stay far, far away from her.”[/color] Jun warned.

[color=#ebadc2]“We’re gonna have to work really, really hard to break through her shell.”[/color] she muttered, looking off into the distance.

[color=#ba76d5]“Yeeeaaah, no. Don’t say we. We means me, and me ain’t doing this.”[/color] he protested. Yuuki just grinned and nodded, slowly mouthing the word ‘yeah’. Jun responded by shaking his head and mouthing ‘no’, but the girl knew him better than that. He would whine and whine and refuse to do it...but she would ultimately win. She always did.


A moment of silence passed afterwards, with Jun leaning back in his chair, occasionally checking the clock. Yuuki stared at him intently for a moment before frowning. As he began to open his mouth to say something else, Yuuki interjected.

[color=#ebadc2]“Why didn’t you order anything?”[/color] she quizzed. Caught off-guard, he raised both an eyebrow and his drink. [color=#ebadc2]“To eat, dork.”[/color] she clarified, regarding him cautiously.

[color=#ba76d5]“I ate before I left.”[/color] he replied, to which Yuuki gave him a look that more or less said cut the bullshit. [color=#ba76d5]“Seriously. I did. You can ask Granny if you don’t believe me.”[/color]

[color=#ebadc2]“No, no, I believe you.”[/color]

She didn’t believe him, of course, and most assuredly would be asking Granny later. Jun was notoriously bad for skipping meals, but it probably wasn’t a good time or place to push the issue, so she let it drop.

A few more moments of silence passed in which Yuuki more or less finished her meal. She might not be able to walk fast, but she could certainly eat fast. Jun made good on his promise and paid for the meal. She had only been joking about that and insisted on paying, but Jun wouldn’t have it. His treat, apparently. Afterwards, the pair made like a number of the other students and left the restaurant, making their way to school. They would be cutting it closer than the uptight Jun liked - Yuuki could see that on his face - but tough tiddies. 

A girl’s gotta eat.

As they walked, Jun leaned over and whispered something.

[color=#ba76d5]“Could I borrow a skirt for karaoke night?”[/color]

Yuuki chuckled and playfully slugged him on the arm. Maybe it would be a good day after all.