The fan spun lazily overhead, ticking like a broken clock. The morning sun spilled through the half-open window of Room 6, slicing across the floor like a judgmental spotlight.
Kaito sat on a plastic chair being naked. Not in a bold, philosophical way. More like he forgot to put pants on and now it's too late to do anything about it without making it weird. His dick was not erect, slightly lying on his left side, it's clean shaved, not even a single pubic hair is there and the skin of his dick covered the head.
His laptop blinked softly in front of him, surrounded by a warzone of textbooks, torn notes, and ballpoint pens with their caps lost to time.
His hair were that messy white mullet he always thought made him look like an anime protagonist (it didn't), hung low over his forehead. He scratched at his chest, yawned, then stared across the narrow gap between buildings. At the room 5's window. It was usually open. Usually Reika used to open that but today.. no.
"Huh..."
Kaito leaned back, the chair creaking under his weight. His eyes stayed fixed on that empty window. A flutter of something stirred in his gut, not quite butterflies. More like nervous pigeons. That familiar feeling again, the kind that brewed in the chest before leaking down to other places.
He glanced down.
"Seriously, bro? Now?" he muttered to himself.
His body was doing its own thing again. His dick went slightly upwards, like it had a completely separate schedule from his brain. The worst part? He couldn't even pretend it was romantic. This wasn't a love story.
This was just a hormonal kid, alone in a room that smelled like dry sweat and instant noodles thinking about having sex because, digital is shit for him now.
He sighed, leaned forward, tried to focus on the open tab on his laptop.
"The French Revolution – Key Events and Causes."
Yeah, nothing says arousing like Robespierre's reign of terror.
But still… Reika's window was never shut. She always kept it open, sometimes she'd sing softly to herself while folding clothes, sometimes she caught him looking and just smirked. It wasn't flirting exactly. It was more like a dangerous game of "I know you're a creep, and I'm letting you know that I know."
The silence in her absence was... louder than usual.
Kaito's eyes scanned the room. Total disaster. T-shirts piled on the fan switch. Ramen bowls stacked on the bookshelf. And in the middle of the floor...
"Crap."
He spotted it, a suspicious white patch of dried something near the edge of the mattress. Not proud of it. Definitely not proud of it because it was more than ever... 2 times a day, 3 times a day, 4 times a day.. he's tired of doing that same thing, those same strokes from the starting to the end, those heart beats going fast and those moans that came out...
In his wall? A piece of paper, stuck to it using super glue.. there's a motivation written on it... "If sex doesn't come by itself. Do it itself. Be Asexual"
He grabbed a towel (God knows if it was clean) and tossed it like a pizza, barely covering the mess. A personal victory. But karma didn't wait long to punch him back.
Knock knock knock!
A beat of silence.
Knock knock!
His whole body stiffened. Well,not all of it, which made things worse.
Panic mode: Activated
"Shitshitshit—who is that—fuck!!"
He stood up, forgot he was naked, his dick hitted the edge of the table, making him to jolt once and smacked his thigh against the corner of the table.
"AGH—!"
Books fell. His laptop wobbled dangerously. He dived for a pair of boxers, one leg went in, the other got stuck, and he almost face-planted into a pile of overdue assignments.
Knock..
This one was lighter. Curious. Is it a Feminine?
Oh god. What if it was Yui?
His brain shot in three directions at once:
If it's Yui, act cool.
If it's Reika, act clueless, or even dropped your pants.
If it's the building warden, jump out the window.
He finally managed to pull his pants up halfway, stumbled toward the door, and whispered to himself:
"Okay... just breathe. You're an adult. You're... kind of mature. You passed physics once."
He opened the door slowly, peeking through the gap like a raccoon raiding a fridge. Kaito cracked the door open wider and blinked. Two girls stood in the hallway.
Yui was chewing gum, leaning against the wall like she owned the whole floor. Jet black hair in a lazy ponytail, sleeves rolled up like she was ready to punch someone. Reika stood beside her, arms gently behind her back, wearing a pastel hoodie two sizes too big, half a smile on her face, and those sleepy eyes that made her look like she hadn't rushed a day in her life.
Reika lifted her hand and gave a small wave.
"Hi~!"
Kaito felt the sweat start collecting at the back of his neck. "Ahh... h-hi!"
Yui arched a brow. "What? You're just gonna stand there with your mouth open? Not gonna let us in?"
"I—uh—why not? Sure. Yeah. Come in," he stammered, stepping aside.
Yui brushed past him first, trailing a faint scent of citrus and trouble. Reika followed behind like a breeze, peeking curiously at the walls, the clutter, the chaos. The smell of ramen, socks, and something worse greeted them instantly.
"Oh my god," Yui wrinkled her nose. "Did something die in here?"
"I-it's just been a busy week…"
Reika tilted her head, scanning the room. She made her way over to the bed, humming to herself, then sat down right on top of the towel Kaito had thrown earlier to hide his shame.
She blinked, shifted slightly, then curiously pressed her palm to the towel.
"Chi!! What's this!" she squeaked, lifting her hand and staring at it like it betrayed her.
Kaito's soul left his body. "It's just—it's just noodle soup!! I—I spilled some last night!"
"Noodle soup?" Yui laughed, stepping forward and sniffing the air like a detective. "Damn, you pour soup with a money shot these days?"
"Yui!" Reika gasped, but half-giggled into her sleeve.
"I mean come on, Rei, this is like walking into the cave of a bored perv. Look at his face. He's not even denying it."
Kaito practically folded into himself, running his hand through his hair, eyes darting anywhere but at them. "C-come on, it's not like that…"
Yui flopped onto the other chair, legs spread like she had no concept of manners, pulled out a notebook, and slapped it down on his desk.
"Whatever. We're not here to judge your... soup. We need help."
Reika, still perched awkwardly on the cursed towel, nodded. "Yeah. Science project. Ms. Takeda said we need to pair up... and we didn't wanna work with those sweaty guys in the back row."
"Why... me?" Kaito mumbled.
Yui answered instantly. "'Cause you're sexy."
Kaito nearly choked on his own breath.
She smirked. "Relax, genius. I meant, you scored the highest marks last semester on that greenhouse thing. Even though half the time you look like your brain's buffering."
"Buffering," Reika repeated softly, smiling like she actually found it cute.
Kaito looked between them, still trying to pull his shirt down lower. Unfortunately, there was no shirt. And worse, he realized too late, he still hadn't managed to fully control the embarrassing twitch in his boxers, erection... His legs were crossed tighter than a Rubik's cube, but Reika's eyes eventually drifted downward though she was trying to ignore..
Just a blink. Just a glance. Then her gaze returned to his face with a slightly more playful smile.
"Don't worry," she said sweetly. "It's just biology."
Yui cackled. "This room's already seen its share of biology, judging by the towel."
"Please, can we stop talking about the towel—" Kaito said..
Reika stood up and walked over to his desk, picking up one of his scattered pens. "We'll come by tonight. Eight sharp. Don't chicken out, okay?"
Yui got up too, cracking her knuckles. "Yeah, we'll bring notes. And snacks. You better wear pants."
Kaito nodded like a robot who just got updated.
"Cool," Yui said, already halfway out the door.
Reika lingered for a moment longer. She leaned in slightly and whispered with a mischievous softness, "Don't clean too much. I like seeing the real mess sometimes."
Then she winked.
And they were gone.
Kaito stood in silence, staring at the empty doorway, brain spinning.
"What the hell just happened?"