The two stood there for a while, simply taking comfort in each other's company amidst the torrential rain. Eventually, Wataru tapped her wrist, pulling her attention back to him. He spoke abruptly, surprising her with his frankness. "What's the deal with you, Daiya, and Shigeru? You got yourself a little harem or what? Or are you just bouncing between them whenever you're horny?"
Yurina felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, partly from the intimate memories of her encounters with the guys and partly from the embarrassment of being called out like that. "I...Um... It's complicated, I guess. We haven't really talked about it." Her voice trailed off as she tried to find the words to explain their situation. It felt strange talking about this with Wataru, especially considering their history.
"I figured," he snorted, looking bored. Swiping his soaking wet hair from his face, he glanced down at her cherry-red cheeks. For some reason, the sight made his eye soften. More lightning flashed above, followed by a deafening rumble of thunder. "We probably shouldn't be standing under a tree right now," Wataru said dryly, looking up at the branches. "Let's go."
"You're not gonna murder me in an abandoned building, are you?" She asked, only half joking. They walked out of the cemetery and to a random empty building. It seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. The doors were rusted and covered in moss. When they entered, Yurina looked around the room curiously. It was dim inside, with very few sources of light. The air smelled stale and musty. "This place creeps me out," she whispered nervously.
"You'll be fine," he said dismissively, pushing her towards an old concrete slab.
She reluctantly sat on top, crossing her legs. "It reeks in here, doesn't it?"
"Want me to make it smell better?" He grinned, reaching into his pocket for yet another joint. Wataru lit it, puffing a few times before blowing a cloud of smoke at Yurina. "See? All better." She waved and even tried blowing it away, to no avail.
"Very funny," she muttered, rubbing her nose. Wataru smiled, taking another deep drag before pulling her legs apart to stand in between them. His hands gripped her knees, holding her still. He leaned forward, lips almost touching hers. "What are you doing?" Yurina gasped, inhaling sharply. Slowly, he let the smoke trickle out of his mouth and into hers, mingling with her breath.
"Shotgunning." He clashed their lips together, and they both moaned as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Wataru's hands roamed down to Yurina's thighs, stroking her smooth skin as she continued to kiss him back, their tongues entwining. Yurina pulled away abruptly, breathing heavily as she stared at Wataru.
"Don't give me that look, Freshman." Wataru continued to rub circles into her supple thighs, making it harder for her to focus. "It's a kiss. We've done much more than that before. You enjoyed yourself plenty, as I recall." He pushed himself closer, forcing her to lean backward. She pressed a finger against his mouth, holding him in place.
Hot desire flared in Wataru's eyes as she stared into them. "You can't possibly be suggesting we mess around in some old decrepit building," Yurina whispered, flustered by how badly she wanted to let Wataru take her.
"Do you think I'm scared to fuck you just 'cause you're getting screwed by my best friends?" Her eyes averted his piercing glare, even if only his left eye saw anything. He gently bit the tip of the finger that pressed against his lip; Yurina gasped sharply as he did so. "Just because I see you as another notch in my belt doesn't mean I'd disrespect you by screwing you in a place like this."
Another bolt of lightning struck, followed by another boom of thunder, louder than before. Without warning, Wataru kissed her again. Unraveling underneath him, Yurina moaned and shivered as he slipped his cold hands underneath the back of her shirt. His hands were cold like ice as he grasped at the warmth of her body.
It might've been the weed, or maybe it was just his attraction to Yurina, but when they kissed, Wataru found it difficult to stop. She felt so good against him, soft and pliant, eager for more yet unwilling to ask for it. And he'd be lying if he said that knowing Daiya and Shigeru were also involved with Yurina wasn't thrilling.
Surprisingly, when Wataru pulled away, Yurina reeled him back in, tangling her fingers in his wet hair. He smirked, deciding that now would be a good time to stop. Breaking the kiss, he took a few steps back and licked his swollen lips, enjoying the view before him. "You can't resist me, can you?"
Turning away, she muttered, "Don't let it get to your head." Yurina couldn't be held responsible for her actions if he kept kissing her like that. No one had any right to be such a good kisser, least of all someone she wasn't truly romantically interested in. "It's raining really hard," she said, trying to change the subject. "It doesn't sound like it'll slow down soon."
"No big loss, as far as I can see." Wataru quipped, moving to sit down next to her. Their shoulders brushed. "We got high, we made out... Pretty much every great day ends this way."
"I'm not high."
"Alright, but I am." He snickered, taking another hit before finally putting it out. "So, who's kid are you to be going to this expensive ass school? Daddy's little rich girl?"
Yurina was quiet for a long time. It had been so long, in fact, that Wataru wondered if she would ever answer. Then, she started chuckling like he had said something hilarious. "I was a foster kid. I never knew my parents and never had any adoptive ones. When I was young, I pretended the couples that came by were for me. They were nice to me for a day. Sometimes a couple days. They always ended up picking someone else, though." The last statement was spoken matter-of-factly; it lacked bitterness. "Sorry. I'm on a scholarship." She smiled at him sheepishly.
There was a momentary lapse in conversation while Wataru processed this information. He hadn't expected that. "Well, now I feel like a dick for asking." The vast majority of the students at Hoshida University were legacies. Wataru didn't know that they even offered scholarships because the cost of tuition was so absurd; anyone who needed financial assistance likely wouldn't even try getting accepted. "You must be pretty smart then."
"Apparently not smart enough to avoid dangerous situations." She glanced at him. "Like hanging out with you, for instance."
"That's cold, freshman." He scoffed, seemingly unbothered by the remark. "Since you're so smart, why don't you tell me something interesting? I'm sure you've got plenty of knowledge locked away in that brain of yours."
She pondered for a moment before saying, "The reason why cemeteries used to ring church bells was to alert people if someone was accidentally buried alive." He blinked and furrowed his brow at the same time that she said, "Too morbid?"
"More weird than anything." The corners of his lips lifted upwards into a smile. "But now, whenever I hear a bell, I'll remember that. Thanks for the trauma." A crack of laughter escaped her, and Wataru joined in a beat later. They spent the next hour idly chatting in between silence. And the rain stopped just when he had begun thinking they would be stuck there forever. The sky became lighter, as if the storm had passed by entirely.
Still, neither of them moved right away. Instead, they shared another smoke. "So, you've got plans after school or what?" Yurina asked casually.
"Depends on which business makes me an offer I can't refuse." Wataru shrugged carelessly. "That or I become a sugar baby." She burst into another fit of laughter, and he chuckled alongside her. "What about you, freshman?" It was obvious to him she planned on being successful based on how hard she studied and worked. She wasn't just a simple slacker like he was.
She looked away, shrugging indifferently. "I want to be a lawyer. I'm hoping this place will help me get connections somewhere. Until then, who knows? Maybe I'll work as a paralegal or something. Anything that pays well, really."
"And get yourself a fancy house in Beverly Hills, yeah?" He teased, nudging her with his shoulder.
"With a white picket fence and a pool in the backyard," she confirmed wistfully.
"Don't forget about the dog." He grinned at her. "Every suburban family has one."
Yurina nodded firmly. "A huge fluffy samoyed," she stated decisively. She turned her head to face him. "Maybe even a husky!" She could already imagine herself curled up under a knitted blanket, reading a book by a warm fire with her loyal, furry companion curled up beside her.
"We should get back before you start planning your whole life." With a grunt, Wataru stretched his limbs before climbing to his feet. Holding out his hand to help pull her to her feet, he commented, "God, you're tiny."
"It's all in your head." After getting to her feet, she smoothed out her clothes and adjusted her outfit so it wasn't so revealing any more. All in all, it was relatively clean, considering how dirty their surroundings were. Wataru observed Yurina as she walked ahead of him; he noted how she tilted her head slightly when he called her name. He grabbed her ass again without warning.
"You—" Yurina growled, turning towards him sharply.
"Relax, sweetheart," Wataru crooned, leaning towards her until they were practically nose-to-nose. "We just made out. Don't act like this bothers you." The way she reacted every time he touched her made his cock throb. Toying with her was addictive.
"Whatever," she mumbled, glaring angrily at Wataru and slapping away his hand. Yurina had barely taken two steps before her foot caught on a crack in the cement ground. Tripping forward, Yurina nearly lost her balance. She yelped, throwing out her arms to steady herself but instead falling backward directly into Wataru's arms.
"Careful. Can't leave without my partner-in-crime."
His smooth talking annoyed her. Especially since she found herself falling victim to it over and over again.