(y/n) P.O.V. 1st Person
We got the tenth and final stamp, it's all finished now. I give Itome a quick hug as we all huddle in a group to celebrate. All except Itsuki that is. He won't be anywhere near our germs and sweat. "Hah! Just how I planned it," he shouted between heavy breaths, but he really hasn't done anything. He's been hiding from bugs the whole time.
I thudded down on a rock after scolding our senpai about it. Itome quickly joins me, "Shika-chan's doing his best to get along with everyone. He's fond of his kouhai." He smiles, his dark eyes meeting mine as he ruffles my hair, "Me too."
I feel my cheeks heat up a bit. Maybe I've been a little harsh, but someone interrupts. "Itome-senpai," It's a second year. (This is Mika.) He's got pitch black hair and pink eyes. His fingernails are painted a pale pink, and he pulls a coral colored lollipop from between his lips. "Let's take a picture together." The boy glances at me suspiciously. "Mind taking our photo?" I nod.
I hold the camera as the boy clings onto Itome's arm. They both smile, holding up a peace sign. The camera focuses and clicks a few times. "Got it."
"Thanks!" He takes the camera from me and continues to flirt with Itome. It's quite annoying. 'Isn't he with Akemi? I didn't realize he's so popular.'
"He's so modest and kind: people easily fall for him," Itsuki interrupts my thoughts.
"Him and Akemi-senpai are actually going out, right?" I ask him.
"It's complicated," he starts, "Akemi's interests are actually worse than mine." I raise my brow at him. I have a hard time believing that. "What? You think I'm okay with anything just because I'm a pervert?" He keeps going on and on, and I decide just to drop it.
I see something red flutter through the air and land on his shoulder. "Ah! Shikatani-senpai! There's a ladybug on your shoulder."
He flips out, "Wah?! Disgusting!!"
"It's a ladybug. Don't you know they're good luck?" I chuckle.
"I'm sorry. I'm not good with bugs. There weren't many in my hometown, so I'm not used to this." He sighs, he seems bothered by it. I guess he can't help it.
"Oh, where are you from?"
"Hokkaido."
"Cool, I'm from (Location)."
Konno-sensei calls out to us, "Come on! There's a reward for effort on the expedition! Matsumura-sensei brought a stock of watermelon from his house." 'Wow, our homeroom teacher sure is nice bringing those here. Watermelon sounds so good in this heat.' Shikatani freezes up though. He becomes silent. "Those with empty hands come and help carry them! Be careful, they're heavy!"
In a split second, Itsuki is sprinting uphill for them. I've never seen anyone move so fast. "I've got to grab the watermelon before anyone else touches it!"
I chuckle a bit as I watch him go. "By the way, Matsumura-sensei… I feel like I've heard something about him before," Toono speaks up, he seems to be trying to piece it together. We watch as he hands a watermelon to Itsuki. "Oh! He called Shikatani-senpai through the loudspeaker a few times. And I think I remember Akemi saying they were going out."
"Is that so…?" I mutter. The boy doesn't appear too happy to see the teacher. 'What kind of relationship do they have?'
But soon our senpai is with us again. He hands me the bright pink slice of fruit. He's already chewing on his own "Take it."
He seems lost in thought and has an unhappy look on his face. Toono speaks up, "It's not good to do it with Matsumura-sensei if you don't want to."
"Hmmm. You're right." He pushes away any conversation, trailing his tongue along the juicy slice. It's silent. I don't know what to talk about. And Toono is no help either. "Hey," Shikatani breaks the silence. "Your number. Give it to me." He spits out a watermelon seed. I'm quick to agree.
When he turns his phone on, a small puppy appears on the screen. So he has a dog back home? That's surprising considering his OCD. "That's your lock screen?" I wonder for a second if maybe this isn't even his phone.
"That's the dog for my house. His name is 'Dog.'" He's so serious. But as we continue to talk I find that while he misses it he doesn't want to go home. He's dreading it even. "Toono, you too," he demands as he passes the boy his phone.
"I definitely won't do anything like that with you!" Toono shouts, pushing the device away.
"It's a shame, but I already knew that."
The boy takes the device hesitantly, putting his number in after mine. "Just please.. don't send me anything weird.."
Shikatani looks confused, "Not even a live masturbation?" Now I'm starting to realize that maybe I shouldn't have given him my number.
"You always made yourself look like a paranoid cleaning maniac who wants to keep people distant. Why would you ask for my number?" Toono asks suspiciously.
"In truth, I just didn't want (y/n) to feel like I was singling her out, but I just can't help my personality either." Soon they break into a debate over what's gross and what isn't. " Even if I wasn't a cleaning maniac, I'd still find that disgusting! I can only forgive the bodily fluids of other people!"
I remember the day before, but before I can speak, Toono does, "That's what disgusts me most."
"Weirdo. Having sex is okay, but kissing disgusts me a lot."
"You kissed me yesterday though.." I pause, remembering it.
"That was different," he replies. Before I could ask why though, Itome is here with the salt.
"Someone pass the salt!" I grin, eyeing Itome suggestively. He blushes a bit, and Toono takes the box from him. He spreads it on his piece happily.
Shikatani salutes our leader, but I notice he hasn't taken any. "You don't need any?" Toono asks him.
"Adding salt is blasphemy! You don't understand watermelons." He gets up from his seat.
"So you like the original flavor?" I ask.
"Incorrect!" He smiles at me, sliding his glasses up, "I like honey. It's good with semen too though."
While Toono is telling him how gross that is, I notice one of the other groups that has just finished. A third year, Kyo, and a white haired first year seemed to be having trouble. "Where's Yuri?" I hear Kyo ask the other. It seems the male has been ditching the whole time.
"I don't think he even knows where the tent is," The first year adds. But I hear someone tweeting, and I know it's our pink freak. "Ah! There he is!"
"Yuri! If you keep this up, I'm calling Tamura!" The pink haired boy bursts into laughter. "This isn't funny, you know!"
"Yuri," I interrupt. "If you don't listen I will punish you."
"Ooowee.." he lights up. Taking my hand he kisses the back of my palm. "My lady~" He licks the surface before sucking on my pointer finger. Through his sunglasses those pink eyes watch me. It feels nice, and he bites playfully on my finger. As he pulls it from his mouth, my finger is soaked in his saliva. "Mama tastes like watermelon juice."
The rest of his group slowly comes over, and I quickly notice Toru, hands clutching his shirt as he looks away shyly. I take his hand in the one not still held by Yuri. "Ah.. no.. I'm nervous. It's getting all sweaty.." Toru mutters, his fingers fighting against mine.
"So are mine," I chuckle. "Come on, y'all should join our group while we wait. It'll be more fun."