Kensuke got up after finishing the last circle of fried meatball, pulling from the tissue that was offered by my seatmate. One of the girls who became Kensuke's love slave.
While busy rubbing his fingers with the spicy peanut sauce, he walked towards the two teenagers who were still standing. One is beautiful and cute, the other is god damn, Kensuke thought.
A stone's throw away, Kensuke stopped. He kneaded the tissue, formed an imperfect ball and then pulled the new student's arm.
"Hi, I'm Kensuke. You can call me Ken, or 'Honey' too. As long as you don't call me 'Uke'. Okay?" Kensuke smirked, one-sidedly shaking Rini's hand.
Rini—confused about what to respond—nodded. Okay. But, hold on! Why does it feel like there is a wedge in the middle of their intertwined hands? Intending to tighten the grip for more feel, Rini instead found Kensuke rushing off and clenching her fists. She was confused, wanted to peek but Kensuke still faithfully held on to it.
