[Echizen] Boys Like Girls [Ryoga] 4

You taught me the hardship of not being able to reach…

Hazel irises analyzed her every movement and his thin lips curved into a light smirk.

Yukari bit her luscious pink glossed lips and her hands twitched, nervously playing with the ends of her light blue blouse. A white cardboard box sat in her lap which housed a sweet confectionary.

Ryoga calmly laced his fingers around hers, encasing them in saccharine warmth. Lavender orbs flashed contradiction, mixing with a slight spark of gratification and a touch of distaste at the contact of skin.

“Feeling a little worried, little miss flat chest?”

Chuckling and pulled her close, humming a tune that was all too familiar to Yukari. The melody was comforting like being enclosed by a blanket on a cold winter night and oddly soothing to her volatile nerves.

She drew back to some extent and scowled, “Don’t underestimate me, pervert.”

Theme #5 – Let’s meet your parents

Song Inspiration: Kimi no suki na uta – UVERworld

“Please do come in, we were expecting you.” A woman who Yukari suspected to be Ryoga’s mother smiled as she led the couple inside of the house.

The older woman smiled and introduced herself, “You must be Yukari-chan, right? It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’m Echizen Rinko, but please, call me Rinko.”

“Hey little miss flat ches---I mean, Yukari, wait!”

Yukari stopped and whirled around to throttle Ryoga’s face with her fist. He stood and accepted the blow, his cheek flushed a harsh bruising purple.

“Hey Rinko, is Ryoga here with his girlfr---… Ah, you must be Yukari-chan!” The old man’s lewd gaze stared down at Yukari’s chest.

“No need for the polite formalities! Just call me Nanjirou!”

He winced at the stinging sensation and glanced down at his girlfriend;”…I did deserve that, didn’t I?”

“You did, taking me here to be molested!” Yukari hissed vehemently, about to storm off the premises but Ryoga’s arms snaked around her waist, halting her movement.

Chocolate tingled on her taste buds and Yukari was satisfied by the fact that everyone seemed to enjoy her cake.

A hand slipped underneath the table and caressed the skin on Yukari’s leg. She squeaked and simply stared at Nanjirou who innocently smirked back at her.

“Look, I’m sorry for…” Ryoga began.

Yukari refused to listen to him and brought her hands to pull away from Ryoga’s grip, but he remained firm.

Ryoga groaned, “Just. Just listen alright. I didn’t mean for that to happen, I didn’t expect the old man to do that.”

Yukari immediately jumped out from her seat, “I’m sorry, I must be leaving now. It was nice meeting you all.”

She grabbed what little dignity she had left and fled the room.

“Let go.” Yukari hung her head low, her strawberry blonde locks hiding her facial expression from view. Ryoga reluctantly withdrew his hold, anxiety filled his heart.

Her eyes were softened and her hand had risen to gently stroke his cheek she had previously struck, “Like father like son, I guess.”

“I shouldn’t have hit you.” She let her hand fall back to her side, “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm, well, little miss flat chest, if you want to compensate, then just kiss it better~” Ryoga attempted to smirk but the pain restricted him from so.

Yukari plainly stared at Ryoga and said, “Okay, just bend down a little, would you?”

Ryoga could only gape at the short girl in amazement.

“Hurry up, we haven’t got all day, pervert.”

He bent down to her height and she pressed her lips to his burning skin. It was a delicate feathery touch and felt like it had ended before it actually began.

Ryoga watch her turn away in embarrassment and he laughed.

Beaming like the fool, he was, in love; he grabbed her hand in his just like before, “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

…The pain of love and the happiness of love.

To be continued.