Best Friend & Girlfriend

                                    

                                          
Yosuke's POV:
"Not bad, Hanamura," Suzuki nods, handing my cell back.
"Hot, right?" I grin.
"She's got that spark in her, yeah."
"Believe me now?" I scoff.
"Eh, suppose," he shrugs.
"Can't believe you thought she was a catfish, man."
"You hear these stories all the time," he reasons. "Plus, you thought so, too, otherwise you wouldn't have investigated."
"That's—"
Okay. Fine. Yeah. Whatever.
I just wanted to triple check, I guess.
"Hey, uh... Next semester starts tomorrow, right?"
"...Yeah?" I furrow a brow.
"Got it. I'll tell your dad to start stocking up for that. Head home, Hanamura. You did good today."
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Yu's POV:
"Thank you for helping me out, Narukami-kun," Yukiko smiles.
"Anytime," I shrug.
"We won't have long before the kitchen staff come back," she warns. "So we'd best hurry."
"I'm sorry, you want to cook something?" I splutter.
"Wasn't that obvious?"
Standing in the inn's kitchen, it should have been.
Wow, she's bold.
"Look," she grins, opening the cookbook. "It says here that we should—"
"Actually, I really need to catch up on my summer homework."
She crosses her arms, unamused.
"O-Or I could just stay here?"
"Okay," she smiles.
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Yosuke's POV:
"That looks hard," Teddie sighs, head on my shoulder.
"Go... do your chores, or something," I mutter, pushing him off.
"But I'm bored," he groans. "I wanna go to school, too."
"You can't," I scoff. "And, believe me, you wouldn't want to."
"I wanna see Sensei all day," he pouts.
"You know what?" I snap. "If you're so interested in Yu, why don't you ask him out?"
"Ask... Sensei out?" He repeats, as if trying to process it.
"No, dammit," I grumble, shaking my head. "Look, Teddie. I really need to concentrate right now. Go find someone else to bother."
"Ask... Sensei out," he murmurs to himself.
"Don't even," I snap.
"Hey, Yosuke? What does it mean to ask someone out?"
"It doesn't matter."
"I'll see you around!" He smiles, wandering himself off.
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Yu's POV:
"Well?" She urges. "What do you think?"
"It's, uhm..." I swallow the... sticky ball whole, afraid to let it brush along my taste buds.