Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Rainy Season ❯ Bad Spinning ( Chapter 14 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter Fourteen: Bad Spinning:

-June 30th, 2011-

9:50 a.m.

Kyosuke rubbed his forehead.

“April-san,” he said at work.

“Yes?” April asked. Her partner hesitated as his eyes shifted back and forth.

“What exactly are we?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” How was he going to ask this? There had to be some tact for this question, right? He didn't want to come off as rude.

“Relationship-wise?” April asked. Kyosuke froze, red-faced.

“What?!” he asked. She glanced up at him.

“Am I right?” the English shinigami asked.

“Uh…” Kyosuke said.

“Am I right?” she asked again. He lowered his head.

“Yes,” he said. “How did you know?” April giggled.

“It's so obvious,” she said. “I saw it on your face.”

“That bad?”

“Yeah.”

Kyosuke buried his face in his hands. I'm that obvious? Damn it!

“What do you want us to be?” April spoke up. Kyosuke lifted his head.

“Huh?” he asked. April had her eyes locked on him.

“What do you want us to be?” she asked. “Lovers? Friends? Friends with benefits?”

“No!”

“No?”

“I mean… I don't know.” He noticed her frowning and narrowing her eyes.

“What?” Kyosuke asked.

“You're turning into the type of man I hate,” she said. “The indecisive type.” Her tone made him shiver. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see that face again.

“Oh,” Kyosuke muttered. Why couldn't he get this right? He pushed his hair from his forehead.

“I'm sorry,” the shinigami said.

“What?” April asked. Kyosuke lowered his hand.

“When I'm around you,” he began. “I can't think straight. Looking at you throws me off.”

“In what way?” April asked.

“Good. Very good.”

“So… What are we?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Together, I guess.”

“In what way?”

Kyosuke opened his mouth, but closed it. “I don't know. All I know is that I really like you.” April's expression didn't change.

“I could like you too,” she said. “But you need to stop being so fickle.” Kyosuke started at her as she went back to work. Something inside of him became deflated.

I blew it, didn't I?