Yuuta slid his key into the lock and slipped quietly into the house. It was still early enough in the morning where he hoped that his brother wasn't awake. He tried to fight back a smile as his mother and sister descended upon him with hugs and kisses ( Read more... )

Yuuta stared down at the homework on his desk. The only thing left he had to do was the math. It wasn't like he was bad at it (in fact, it was his best subject), but still, it got a bit tedious sometimes ( Read more... )

Yuuta held onto An's arm. "No, really. Come with me. He's really nice and he's not going to have a problem if one more person came. He'd probably be thrilled," Yuuta tried to convince An. He was not going to go alone to see Mizuki. If he hadn't already promised to meet him, Yuuta wouldn't have been going anyway. He was still pissed off at ( Read more... )

Yuuta fidgeted as the bus neared the stop for the tennis courts where he was supposed to meet Mizuki. He gripped his bag's handle tightly. What if Mizuki had changed his mind about helping him? Or worse yet, what if he was only doing this to make fun of him? Yuuta gritted his teeth. He would show him ( Read more... )