The Beginning Of Summer Chapter 5 Chapter 2 - Staying Over Again (Part 1)

"He's there right now?!" Kaito talks loudly through the phone.

I called Kaito after Hajime came by my house. He asked if he could stay for the night again because his mom suddenly left their house due to an emergency at work, and that he doesn't have a spare key to his house, and that I'm the only person he knows who he can ask to stay over. Of course, I let him because why not. He's my friend. Plus, I'm alone here. It's not bad that once in a while to have a company.

"Yeah," I explained to Kaito the reason why Hajime will be staying over for the second time. Great, he'll be all up on my business again.

"Huuuh," He says through the phone. Yep, I'm right. "Nope, totally not suspicious at all."

"Yeah," I replied. I notice that there is some sort of sarcastic tone in his voice. That, I can identify.

"But it is, in fact, suspicious!" Kaito exclaims. I knew it.

"What is suspicious about letting a friend over?!" I said it loudly that I covered my mouth so that Hajime couldn't hear me. "His reasons were even valid!"

"That's what HE wants you to think,"

I facepalm so hard that I almost buried my hand to my face. "I can't with you, man."

"Okay, fine, fine, I'll stop. But you can't ignore the possibility."

I don't ignore the possibility, because there is NO way that he's actually into me even a little. He can't just assume that. I mean, there is nothing wrong if he likes a person of the same sex, but he can't just assume if someone likes another person because it just seems like it.

Or does he actually feel that way? I honestly don't know. Ugh, I hate myself for not knowing feelings. For now, I still believe in my stand.

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[Hajime POV]

Kyo is in the living room on the phone with someone, while I stayed here in his bedroom, using my phone. It's probably Mr. Ai. I never actually got the chance to take a look in his bedroom, so I did right now.

The walls were made of smooth wooden planks, and so is the flooring, but it's polished by wax. There were a few decorations on the wall like three posters of dramas and anime, two pictures of him, one was a graduation picture from junior high school, one was him in a white, long-sleeved polo.

For his bed, his mattress is queen-sized above an acacia bed frame. I don't really use bed frames because I move a lot in sleep and I sometimes find myself on the floor after I wake up with back pain.

He doesn't have a lot on his desk, unlike mine. It has his laptop with one case filled with pens, pencils, erasers, and markers, and a small book rack with books that aren't that organized. You can see his textbooks mixed with his manga and comics and vice versa. His chair is the same as I have in my room. I took a seat and it's as comfortable as mine.

Soon after I took a seat, Kyo entered the room. I immediately sprang from the seat. "I'm sorry. It's just you have the same chair as I have at home and it's so comfortable."

"Right?" Kyo seemed delighted. "It's so soft, and it's strong too!"

I nod in agreement that seemed like I'm a bit excited. "Uh huh, uh huh!"

"Oh, by the way," He puts his phone in his pocket. "Have you eaten anything for dinner yet?"

"No," I reply.

"Okay, I'll make some for us. What do you want?"

I shrug. "I'll eat anything available."

He snaps his fingers to finger guns, "Great."

He slides off to go out of the room. I laugh. What the heck was that? I got up and followed him.

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(Note: Perspectives of both characters will be present in this chapter. Text in <> will represent Hajime while text in {} will represent Kyo.)

I was slicing the pork belly horizontally into small bits. I sprinkled some salt and squeezed half a lemon into it and poured a small amount of soy sauce. I then mixed it.

"So," Hajime says from behind me. "What are you cooking?"

"Oh," I shrug. "Just some deep-fried pork belly."

"Ahh," He nods.

After the oil was hot, I placed the marinated sliced pork belly into the pot of oil. The oil sizzled and popped.

<"So," Kyo sat down on the chair in front of me behind the stove. "Update on your mom?">

<"She said that she won't be done until 3 AM, so I think I'll be here until tomorrow if that's fine,">

<"So," I say. "You always cook your meals?">

<"Yeah," He replies. "My uncle taught me the basics when he still lives here, and I did the rest once he left. I learned some recipes to make so that my meal won't be the same every day.">

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{I serve the food and placed it in the center of the table, along with the pot of rice. I then grabbed two small bowls, two drinking glasses, and a pair of chopsticks and placed one each in front of us. We filled our bowls with rice then clasped our hands.}

{"Thank you for the meal!" We both say before we eat.}

{I let him take some first and see if he likes it. I hope he likes it.}

<"This is so good!" I say, mouth still chewing the food.>

{I then proceed to eat. I'm glad he liked my cooking. I haven't really cooked for anyone in my entire life, not even my friends, so I'm happy that someone liked it. }

{"Oh, yeah," I interrupted my eating. "I have a weekly scheduled TV program that I watch every Saturday night. Is it okay if I watch after dinner?"}

{"Sure!" He says. "Might as well watch with you."}

{I chuckle. "Great."}

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(Note: Perspectives are back to normal. It will be indicated whether there's a change of perspectives.)

[Kyo POV]