The first Yukio
did after they cleaned away the fashion show was dragging Kyoko to
the plaza, or rather to the soccer field behind it.
“Please don't
be angry with me,” he begged her. Belatedly he realised that might
not have been the best way to start a conversation.
She looked at him
with something akin to worry in her eyes.
I'm an idiot.
Better stay an honest idiot then. “Kyoko, I'm afraid the
student council president has a crush on me.”
That got her
attention. She looked at him again. Then she placed her hand on his
forehead. “No fever. He's just delusional.”
“Huh?” She's
not angry?
Kyoko switched
off her radio, then she hugged him. Or maybe not. He felt her fingers
by his belt, and then a snap told him she had switched his off as
well.
“This is our
festival as well. I haven't had a moment for myself,” she said and
pulled back.
Listening to her
words he suddenly felt how tired and hungry he was. Still, he wanted
to get through to her. “Listen, I wasn't joking,” he began.
She put her
fingers to his lips. “I know. I saw you through the windows.”
With her hand still on his chin she buried her face in his chest. “I
don't care. You chose me over Kuri-chan from the beginning. The
student council president doesn't even count as competition.”
You
trusts me that much? I love you. You're the best. He didn't voice
his thoughts, but he did wrap his arms around her.
Behind him the
sounds of good natured chaos reached him from the barbecue stalls
together with alluring whiffs of meat grilling. They had to eat soon
or they'd never make the evening.
Right now he
could stay hungry for a while. With Kyoko in his arms, a cool wind in
his hair and both radios blissfully silent he revelled in the feeling
of standing alone with her. It didn't matter that it was an illusion,
that the sound of voices came from mere metres away or that he had to
turn his radio back on before someone got frantic.
They hugged some
more to the amused smiles of passers-bys, queued for an eternity and
ate grilled slabs of meat too large and stringy for his taste. He
enjoyed every moment from when her body first came close to his to
when they wiped their hands clean after eating and he switched on his
radio and they left the plaza.
From
Jirou-sempai's walkie talkie he heard Urufu ask Noriko to schedule
breaks for everyone. Jirou-sempai winked at them once and waited to
report their free time until they had finished eating.
When Yukio called
in over the radio he received an email on his phone instead. It was
Noriko suggesting that the view from the rooftop was especially fine
now.
Kyoko blushed
more than a little when he showed it to her.
With the help of
her key they spent over half an hour watching the crowds on the
ground while holding hands.
“Time to go
back?” she asked.
He nodded back.
“I'll switch with Jirou-sempai. Think you could switch with someone
on the plaza as well?”
“Mmm, yeah,”
she said and opened the door.
Before it closed
behind them he heard the gym hall come alive with the sound of an
electric guitar. Then the door clicked shut and they were alone in
the dimness of the stairwell.
A flight down
they entered the freshman floor. Kyoko had an errand in her classroom
and he followed her there before they returned to the plaza.
Two hours rushed
by before they had the rest of the day to themselves.
They spent it
watching something strange made by the film club and after that he
bought her some sweets from a stall close to the gates. They ate them
in silence watching the crowd thinning out as the first day of the
festival came to a close.
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