Kaito stood in his room, panting softly, jeans tugged low, his arousal barely restrained by the undone zipper, he caught his erected dick, stroking up down up down, up down... Just saying one thing again and again..
"Ahh... Reika... Ahh..."
His voice cracked mid-gasp and he noticed that the clock blinked red: 7:40.
Panic snapped through him like a bumper.. "Shit...20 minutes."
He rushed into action..shoving tissues into the bin, yanking off the crumpled bed sheet, throwing on a clean one, spritzing the air with something citrusy. He pulled the table closer to the bed, perfectly symmetrical with the chairs and at last he wiped his brow.
"Ahh... it's done."
Knock knock.
"Yes, come in."
The door creaked.
Yui walked in first, in an oversized, off-shoulder shirt that looked one accidental stretch away from betrayal. Reika followed her eyes sharp, arms folded, wearing a crisp white shirt..
Yui gave him a teasing smile.
"Wow... changed your room a little extra today, huh?"
Kaito cleared his throat.
"Yeah...th- thought we needed... space."
Reika arched a brow.
"We better start the project before it gets late."
They sat. Kaito opened his laptop, trying hard to not look at the soft curve of Yui's cleavage peeking out with every movement, ahh..those two things hidden inside the bra?? Nah don't think of it..His hands trembled as he typed, eyes dancing between the screen and... sin.
God, just once... please let me see those boobs... Just once...
"KAITO!"
Reika's voice sliced through his trance.
"Huh?!"
He blinked,his palms sweaty, he is nervous as hell..
"You're reading from the wrong chapter. This is a science project, not history class," Yui giggled..
He glanced down to the computer screen...
Oh God. He was reciting something from an entirely different syllabus.
Kaito fumbled with the keyboard, face red as Reika's sharp glare lingered. "Alright, alright! Let's open the re-research tab."
He clicked, the mouse button.. but it was...
Wrong tab.
A moan echoed from the speakers of the computer... Two figures, one male, one female.. "ahhhhnnn ahn, Yahhn, uhhhg"
"Ahhn~ harder!!.."
The room froze with silence that nobody can afford at that time.. not due to studies but due to something else, the screen flickered with the website with a long name...
Reika's eyes widened, jaw slowly parting but Yui blinked, then broke into a devilish smirk, as she knew better than him...
Kaito slammed his hand on the keyboard. "It's nothing! Just some bugs! Browser bugs!! Ha ha!! You know...pop-ups! Sometimes occurs!!!"
He laughed nervously, voice rising in pitch as he yanked the plug from his laptop, killing the screen mid-orgasm.
Reika cleared her throat, trying to act composed, but her cheeks betrayed a light blush. "Bugs, huh?"
Yui leaned back, arms crossed under her chest, smirking like a cat who saw the canary fall into the blender.
"You sure it's not your... 'research material,' Kaito?"
He grabbed a pillow and covered his lap. "Can we please focus on the science project?"
Reika gave a short breathy laugh, half-annoyed, half... curious.
Yui whispered under her breath, "This just got a lot more interesting."
They started the project.. looking the screen one time, then to the project.. then back to the screen..with good intentions.
The table was cluttered,wires, tubes, mini pumps, scraps of paper, half a bottle of Fevicol. For a while, all three were focused, silent, only their pens and thoughts were moving. Kaito's eyes kept twitching from the project to the time.
Soon, the energy shifted.
Three packets of chips were opened like survival rations. Yui crunched down on a spicy one and smiled. "This tastes good!" she said, licking salt off her fingertip.
Kaito's eyes flicked towards her. She leaned over to grab a broken piece of chip on the floor, her oversized shirt dropped a little too low, showing just enough to make his throat dry.. He quickly looked away, pretending to check the circuit.
Reika, though... she was playing a different game entirely. When Kaito was buried in the wires, she'd bite her lip softly, twirling her hair, glancing sideways at him like she was reading a secret. But when he looked up, she was stone-cold calm, just chewing on a chip, eyes blank like nothing ever happened.
"This isn't flowing right!" Yui suddenly snapped, pushing a tube out of place. "We need the water to move from here!"
Reika said "Then why it's not moving!?"
Yui said again "I don't know!!"
Kaito stood. "I'll get water."
Silence. Both girls looked up at him as he stood, trying to cover something with his hands..
He returned with a glass and hovered over the setup. They watched. He tilted the glass.
Nothing.
He blinked at it, suspicious. "It should've worked…"
"Try placing your finger," Yui offered.
Without thinking, Kaito pressed his finger into the chamber, a soft snap! and he jolted.
"Ah! Damn—!" he yelled, pulling his hand back.
"Aahahaha!" Yui burst into laughter. Even Reika chuckled, finally breaking her mysterious silence.
Like this Minutes passed. Then frustration took over.
"I'm bored!" Reika announced, flopping on the chair like a defeated actress. "This project's cursed."
Yui checked her phone. "It's ten." Her voice was flat with disbelief. "We spent two whole hours doing....nothing."
Kaito groaned, running both hands through his hair. Reika tossed him a chip like it was a medal.
"Okay, okay," Yui said as she stood. "Tomorrow, no distractions. We'll just... act normal. Like we do with our parents. Clean and simple."
She walked toward the door, her hand giving a soft wave. Reika followed, but not before throwing Kaito a smirk over her shoulder, slow, sly, and entirely unreadable.
The door clicked shut.
Kaito exhaled into the silence.
"…This project is shit."
Later That Night,
Yui moved to Room 5 with a tired stretch, her voice echoing faintly in the corridor as she waved behind her. "See you tomorrow, dummies!"
Reika lingered at the hallway turn. She shot a playful look over her shoulder, half a smirk, half a tease and with the kind of overdone air-kiss girls gave their friends in high school dramas, she threw one at Yui and then at Kaito. "Mwah," she said, just loud enough. Then disappeared into Room 7.
The hallway quieted down.
Outside, the rain came. Soft at first, a hush over the city. Then heavier, dripping down the railings, the glass, the leaves. Inside, the air smelled like damp notebooks and leftover tension.
Kaito stood near the window of Room 6, hand on the frame, forehead resting against the cool glass.
Reika's window flickered on across the narrow gap.
She stepped in front of it, still unaware of the watcher across. Her silhouette moved, slow and unbothered, lit from behind like a scene from an old film reel. She unbuttoned her shirt, then took it off, revealing her bra and the cleavage, then took off her pants... Revealing the layer behind it
Then—
Her eyes flicked up and met Kaito's.
A heartbeat passed but nothing moved.
Then Kaito stepped away..
The light across the alley dimmed and the curtains of Reika's room slid across.
The rain drowned everything else..
The rain hadn't stopped since nightfall.
Kaito stood at the edge of his window, hands in the pockets of his joggers, slowly he removed his joggers, tossed it into the nearby chair..bare chest fogged with the heat from the bathroom.
The room behind him buzzed low with the soft hum of an old speaker playing something slow, ambient, his way of grounding the silence.
Steam still curled out the open bathroom door. He'd left it that way on purpose. Because his place, his rules.
Inside Kaito stood, shaking his dick.. as a wild hormonic kid will do.
He stepped back inside, letting the water trickle down one last time before shutting the shower off. No towels, just his hands, rough but clean, brushing water from his face, brushing water from his foreskin down his nuts to his thighs. He shook his head once like a dog, sending droplets flying onto the mirror.
The night was quiet. He liked it that way.
Kaito didn't bother dressing. He never did. He always kept naked..The apartment was his alone, no eyes, no judgment. Just walls that knew him better than most people and if anyone entered basically girls.. then? Then his dream will came true..
He walked across the hallway, rubbing the towel into his hair, then tossed it into the corner laundry bin without looking. The bed creaked as he leapt onto it like he used to as a kid, careless, tired, free. The springs groaned under the weight, the rusty blanket pulled over his shoulders with a lazy flick.
The blanket covered his chest, smooth and even.. like a highway all away down to his waist but from his waist, it felt like the highway was lifted up.. like a mountain and the mountain ended near his thighs.
He stared at the ceiling for a moment, eyes tracing the old fan, unmoving.
"May I not get nightfall... or I'll end up finishing the work myself. Yeah, My dick. My choice."
A dry smirk touched his lips. He closed his eyes.
And the rain carried him into sleep.