Mehh begin to hate my new school project. I'm now studying Food Design and Innovation.
It's really a nice school but my project members are HELL ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ and a LOT projects to finish this 2 weeks.
My motivation went down and didn't want to do some drawings or homework.
But it's okay now. My friends and other classmates told me to continue because they told me that I have a lot of idea's and good ones too. {{p´Д｀q}} Thank you everyone!
So I cannot give up!
Yush last time I gave some information about a guy called Goto, no~!
This is our gift for those who are following us for a long time.
Here is a little story about him and Kiyoshi-kun.☆*･゜ﾟ･*\(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*☆
Have a nice time reading our first short story ~!
Love in the air~
Small
detours in the late evening around the campsite became one of my
habits since I came here. After such eventful days my highest
priorities was to get some alone-time, giving myself the opportunity
to clear my mind even if it is just for a mere twenty minutes.
I
let my feet decided which way to go, and ended up walking along the
sport courts –
seemingly empty around this time. Though that was what I thought
until my eyes caught someone standing in the middle of the basketball
court.
As
expected it was Goto, as active as always. He seemed to be
practicing, lost in his own little world where only the ball and the
hoop mattered. I doubted if I should approach him as he seemed so
concentrated, not wanting to interrupt nor disturb him.
In
the end I decided to just walk past, just saying “Hi,”
wouldn’t
hurt, right? As I did so Goto went for a full dash towards the
basket, running in such a precise fashion that it left me ogling at
how his feet bounced him off the floor and sent him flying to the
hoop –
It went in.
Just
as I was stunned by his achievement he seemed pretty smitten as well,
a satisfied smile stretched from ear to ear. The ball had rolled
towards the side where I stood, I picked it up which engaged me in a
direct conversation with Goto.
“Saito-kun!
You’re
up late, it’s
past curfew you know?”
Goto remarked when he walked towards me. Of course he wouldn’t
fool me with those words mixed with that teasing smile this time.
“I
should ask the same to you, exercising at this hour.”
I retorted, but it was evident in the way I spoke that I joked around
too.
Goto
took the ball from my hands, chuckling. “Hey.
Ever shot some hoops?”
I
told him I never did so, since I’d never gotten much interest in
sports. As the sports enthusiast he claimed to be he went in all out
about how much of a thrill it was to get the ball through. In the end
he even got me to try –
which went far from in, of course –
and when I heavily protested that I’d
never even done it in the first place he offered teaching me –
an offer he wouldn’t
let me refuse.
“Stretch
your arms like this when you throw..”
His voice was close to my ear when he spoke, his words resounding
through my mind. Slowly he guided my arms in throwing position, his
fingers wrapping around my lower arms as he made me release the ball
in a rather messy throw.
No
way that would ever go in, I thought to myself when the ball sored
towards the hoop.. Yet I was pleasantly surprised when the ball hit
the hoop and went for a little spin, until it fell through the iron
hoop with easy.
“See!
It went!”
He exclaimed, his smile from earlier returning. I managed to turn my
head, wanting to see whether he was proud of me or not, yet I was
taken aback by the closeness our faces.. not to mention our bodies
were. I started feeling extremely self-conscious since it had been
the first time in a long time I’d felt such intimacy.
Goto
seemed aware of it himself too, as he started looking a little
troubled. I could swear that even in this darkness I could see a
slight flush on his cheeks.
I
started wondering whether it was really okay for us to be like this,
someone would see we surely could get scold for it. But why didn’t
I care about that at that very moment. Having someone else’s arms
around you like that… it was something I never experienced..
Our
gazes met clumsily, both clueless of where else to look. “It.. was
just because you helped out, otherwise it’d never gotten in in the
first place.” I tried breaking through the awkward situation we
found ourselves in, which snapped Goto out of it as well.. Slowly I
felt his grip loosen on my arms –
the sound of his shaking breath fading out when he went to get the
ball.
The
pleasant warmth around me vanished.
“We
should head back, before I get you into trouble too..”
Goto beamed me an apologetic smile, he was out after curfew as well
which meant if we were to be seen we’d
probably work ourselves in a pile of trouble. I nodded, shuffling on
my feet as to wait for Goto to join me on our way back –
but he stayed. “..
You go ahead, I still need to.. practice one last thing.”
Even
though I noticed the forced smile on his face I bid him good-night,
though on the entire way back I wondered where’s
his usually lifelines had gone off to. Goto…
always smiled playing sports, then why did he look so torn just a
while ago?
Those
thoughts kept haunting me until my busying mind allowed me to drift
off to sleep.
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Andru T.
