(y/n) P.O.V. 1st Person
It was still so hot out, but at least I could go in to the AC at any time. I was worried our ice cream would melt too fast though, as it was proving to do. It was all so delicious though, the cool substance melting on my lips. I sucked on a push pop, swirling my tongue along the (flavor) flavored icicle. Yuri stared at me curiously, swirling his tongue along his lips.
I returned the look as I popped the popsicle from my lips. Tamura wrapped his arm around Yuri, pointing at me as he chuckled, "It looks like a dick."
"Oh," I smirk at him, "You want me to suck on you like this?" I thrust the pop in my mouth, losing myself in the action.
Toono's face was painted with horror, "Please, (y/n)-senpai... keep your tongue in your mouth when you eat."
"Where's Shika-senpai?" I ask Akemi as I notice him and Itome arrive, but my other senpai isn't here. "Isn't he going to join us?" I know he likes sweets.
"It's sex time for him," Akemi smiles. "It would be nice to have your own sex time soon, huh?" He smirks at me suggestively, encouraging me to reconsider his words a few days before about going out with someone in the club.
"I'll take him the leftover ice cream." I take the bag from Akemi, hoping to escape.
He squeezes my cheek, "You're too kind (y/n)-chan. You're making me jealous. Be kind to me too, okay?"
I nod, "I'm not kind. I just owe him a favor." My thoughts return to Friday when he had helped me out. "I know this can't ever pay it off, but one day I will. Ah! Speaking of which, where even would he be? Should I just take these to the club room?"
"He's probably with Matsumura in the chemistry lab," Akemi says so calmly. I guess it's common knowledge that they're dating.
"Matsumura-sensei, huh..." I trail off. 'Why him? I mean, I guess our homeroom teacher is kind of attractive in some ways and he's probably more experienced than the students here, but it doesn't make sense.'
"They're probably done by now." I nod and rush off.
"Thank you!" It's not far from here, and I can see the lab room ahead of me. But... 'What if they aren't finished?' I may not be prude, but I'm not a voyeur. 'Or worse, what if he's not even in there? I should just go to the club room.' The door swings open. Shikatani stops and stares at me. He doesn't move, not his feet nor his expression. He doesn't look upset or annoyed, but blood pours down his nose. I grab a napkin from the bag and hold it to his nose. "Are you alright?" I stare worriedly up at him.
"Yeah, I just fell and hit a desk..." He glances away, narrowing his eyes. Something tells me that's not what happened, but he doesn't want to talk about it. "Is the bleeding bad? My nose feels hot."
"It's awful! Where's Matsumura-sensei? Shouldn't he be helping with this?" I hiss.
"He left," Shika-chan mutters. He looks down, angry even. His clothes are all dirty and disheveled. His collar is bruised. "Why are you here?" He hisses. He seems unhappy. Was it being in this unpleasant relationship? Or maybe he was hurt from being discarded so shortly after?
"Kon-chan treated us to ice cream," I told him, holding out the bag.
"Seriously?" This seemed to worsen his mood, "I wanted to pick them out together." He takes them from me though.
"Come on, let's go to the nurse's office together."
"No, you're exaggerating." I grab his arm, tugging him the right direction. He yanks his hand back, "Don't touch me! I'm fine!" His eyes widen, and he's trembling. "Sorry... just... I'm fine. So don't worry."