Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love School ❯ Blossoming Boyfriend-ship ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Disclaimer: This is an original story. The characters, storyline, ect. belong to me.

Warnings: Language, implying of indecent sex-acts



Love School
Chapter Four: Blossoming Boyfriend-Ship

Shouta's P.O.V.
I wasn’t quite sure what I had done, but I didn’t have a regret or care in the world. In fact, it seemed like the whole relationship had went… backwards. Furiko went off when I told her the next day what happened. I guess any normal person would be upset when something like that would come without warning. Oh yeah, I just lost my virginity to some guy who I was just bad-mouthing almost exactly twenty-four hours ago. And now, he’s my boyfriend.

The sunrise of another usual school day shone into my giant window, casting a yellow-orange light right on me, laying in my bed. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes and I looked at my hands, my nails in particular. They were a navy blue that Hachirou painted them, he said it looked nice on me.

I made up my bed before going to take my shower and I thought, man do I really need to get my hands on a picture of him.


Kaito's P.O.V.
“Bad Hachirou!” I scolded him as we sat on the bus together on our way to school. “You let him find those?!”

“Like Shouta-kun knew they were yours, paranoid,” Hachirou replied. “Damn magazines almost got me into trouble, he might’ve thought I was some kind of pervert.”

“Good thing he only found the three I left in the drawer and not the five-thousand you keep underneath your bed,”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he mumbled.

“What’s the matter with you? Oh I know, that damn former-virgin Nanami fucking sucked last night didn’t he?” I asked, confident with the fact that I knew I was better than him at something.

“No, not really, in fact, Shouta-kun freaking initiated it,”

“Oh whatever, I can initiate a lot of things,” I bragged, looking at my nails. “In fact, why don’t you and I spend time at my house after school like old times and I’ll forget the fact that you just ignored all my fucking calls yesterday.”

“Well actually… we can spend time but we can’t actually spend time, if you know what I’m saying,”

“No, actually I don’t. Clarify for me,” I answered with a hint of hostility.

“I’ll just get to the point: I promised that if Shouta-kun would be my boyfriend, I wouldn’t mess around with anyone else,”

“Including me? Your best friend?”

“The way I see it, you do fall into that ‘anyone-else’ bracket,”

“Well the way I saw it, I didn’t think I was considered just ‘anyone-else’, I thought I was actually someone special to you. But apparently, you and I don’t see eye-to-eye do we?”

“Look, you know I didn’t mean it that way,” he countered.

“The way I see it, you’re willing to dump everything you have for your precious little Shouta-kun, including your best friend. And sometimes… people do let the little things they truly mean slip out,” I yelled, the whole bus looking at me. I didn’t ever care at the moment though, I just walked to the front of the bus and got the seat farthest away from him.


Shouta's P.O.V.
I’m not sure why but, being with Hachirou at school gave me this slight sense of Bonnie-and-Clyde-ness. He was almost always late to his classes, and now he and I were both late for our homeroom because he convinced me that we should have a pre-meditated making-out session every morning before homeroom… and don’t ask me what that’s supposed to mean.

Non-the-less, Mr. Kojima was upset with us like I expected him to be when we walked in late, and I swore that Kaito-kun was giving me and Hachirou an evil glare or something.

Pretty much through homeroom, all they did was make announcements over the P.A. and everyone talked through them. It was quite unusual when Mr. Kojima’s cell phone rang though. I expected him to turn it off, but he looked at the number and actually answered it with his uptight self, talking in a hushed voice.

“Yeah… oh it’s okay, it’s just homeroom I’m not teaching anything right now. Huh, come over? Sure, if you’re going to be home when I get off…. Around four is okay. Oh and is he going to be there because- oh okay, that’s good. Well I’ll see you then,”

By the time he hung up, the room was super quiet.

“Why the hell are you guys being so fucking nosy?” he snapped.

“Because, you’re talking on the phone during class. Teachers shouldn’t be allowed to do it if students can’t,” one student said, and everyone else agreed.

“It’s just this one time, it was a very important call,” Mr. Kojima explained.

“What was it, your boyfriend or something?” another kid said.

“If I say yes will you get off my case?” Mr. Kojima said right before the bell rang and we all filed out, letting him get off easy.

Me and Hachirou walked down the hall together, just like a couple should.

“Hey Shouta-kun, how about another pre-meditated make-out session before Sakata’s class?” he asked me before he was supposed to go to his next class.

“But we just had one,” I sighed. “You know, before homeroom?”

“I know, I know. But I don’t see the shame in having another one, Sakata won’t notice if we’re late,”

“Do you realize the effect excessive lates have on your grade? Lates turn into absences, and too many absences result in an F,” I explained.

“…Never mind, I’m sure you’ve still got your good grades to worry about,” he pouted, making an adorable face.

“Hey Hachirou,” I called softly, “Can you look up a second?”

When he looked up, I surprised him with a flash from my brother’s camera that I took this morning.

“Aww Shouta-kun, that’s not fair!” he laughed. “I was making a horrible face, wasn’t I?”

“No, it was good,” I replied, looking at the screen, smiling. It was way better than good, it was sexy, and I was going to print it out and hang it on my wall when I got home. “You want to pose again?”

“I would, but you’re going to be late for class, remember?” he reminded me, laughing.



I wondered what being Hachirou’s boyfriend would mean. We had a lot of pre-meditated make-out sessions, and a couple of not pre-meditated ones, not that it mattered, each one was the same. I’d usually go to his house and stay over until late and have to explain things to Akira when I got back to avoid getting in trouble for staying out so late. Then, I’d go to sleep and dream about Hachirou. They were usually the kinds of dreams that you felt were reality (you know, wet ones), and I woke up tired every morning. Then, I’d go take a shower and wash the sheets.

But one morning, I was so sick I couldn’t even go to school, which kind of threw off the routine…


Hachirou's P.O.V.
“Man, it sucks without Shouta-kun around,” I sighed as I stared at the blank screen in Sakata’s class. I was supposed to be doing my assignment but I just couldn’t concentrate at all with the seat to the left of me empty like that. The person in the seat to the right of me seemed to be enjoying this, however.

“Too bad he’s sick…,” Kaito began as he typed quickly without looking at his fingers. “I’m guessing you miss Nanami huh?”

“Well yeah, of course I miss him,”

“Hey, I know what’ll cheer you up, two tickets to Greetings From Camp Death, that new scary movie premiering tonight,” Kaito exclaimed, pulling two tickets out his pocket.

“I’d love to go see that! But, you know I can’t go without Shouta-kun, especially if he’s sitting at home sick,”

“These are non-refundable Hachirou!” he hissed.

“I know, I’m sorry. You’ll just have to find someone else to go with you,” I apoligized.

“Wait a sec… how about if we just go to Nanami’s house after school and drop in to check on him? Then, we can go to the movie guilt-free!” Kaito suggested.

“I suppose there wouldn’t be any harm in that,” I finally agreed. I’m sure as nice as Shouta was, he’d let me go to the movies with Kaito. And then, I’d just take him out another time and make it up to him.



“Hachirou! I missed you like, sooo much do you know that?” Shouta exclaimed when I walked in his room after school, with Kaito in tow. He rolled his eyes in disgust.

Shouta-kun was laying in his bed, blankets all askew around him and a over abundance of pillows, courtesy of his loving brother. There was also a box of tissues and a bottle of some nasty looking orange cold medicine next to his bed. It’s kind of an awful feeling when you can’t even stand to get close to your own boyfriend in fear of catching whatever he has, even though he feels awful.

“Shouta-kun, don’t start jumping around so much, you’ll make it worse,” I scolded him. “Have you had anything to eat? Maybe I should make you something…”

“Hachirou, you can’t cook,” Kaito hastily reminded me.

“Can’t you help me?” I suggested, pleading with my eyes.

"Tick-tock Hachirou," Kaito grumbled, pointing to the wall clock.

"Look just some soup, some tea...something, please? I'd do it for you," I practically begged.

"Damn it," Kaito sighed, leaving the room.

"Hachirou... that's so nice of Kai, isn't it?" he remarked, sitting up.

I sat on the edge of Shouta's bed and nodded in agreement.

"Man Hachirou, you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?" he sighed dreamily. "I mean, we haven't had one of our pre-meditated make-out sessions in like, a long time. And I knew I used to get mad at you for wanting to mess around so much but I really miss it now, like, a lot a lot."

Did that cough medicine make him kind of loopy? I wondered as I reached for the bottle to look at the ingredients. Maybe there's some kind of narcotics that are making him act like this, 'cause he sounds funny and is saying weird stuff.

"I dunno Hachirou, 'cause I've been like, so fucking horny like you wouldn't believe and I like sooo need some like, bad," he explained, looking at the ceiling clutching one of the many pillows.

"I believe you," I replied nonchalantly, thinking that I'd might have to whack him over the head with something if he draws out one more word or says 'like' again. "How much of this cough medicine did you have?"

"I dunno, something like two ounces every six hours or six ounces every two hours, whatever it said on the bottle,"

I'm entitled to fear the worst, "I think you've had enough of this, alright?" I told him, more like he was my little brother than my boyfriend.

"Whaaat-ever," he replied, still looking at the ceiling and rocking slightly back and forth.

"Would you please lay down? You are the edgiest sick person I have ever seen," I groaned.

"Well you'd be edgy too if all you did was lay in bed like all day long by yourself,"

"The truth is... it's really hard for me to keep my hands off you too, you know that? But it's well worth it to see you get better in the end," I admitted.

I heard Kaito come into the room with a hot bowl of soup and place it on a little folding tray by Shouta's bed.

"Thank you, Kaito-kun," Shouta replied.

"Yeah," Kaito muttered, making his way towards the door. "So Hachirou, you coming with, or..."

"I think... I might say with Shouta-kun. Sorry Kai, but he needs me, you know?" I apoligized.

"Yeah, I get it. I'll just go show myself out,"

To Be Continued...