Punchline

                                    

                                          
Yosuke's POV:
This bastard really is something else...
I mean, what kind of asshole calls up a guy's freaking ex just to show her his new... Well, y'know.
...Well, Kawamoto was right: his new type.
At least this will shut him up. Show him up, even, 'cause Yu doesn't care. He doesn't give a damn about this Amai girl; that much I know.
And, hell... I'm gonna be right by his side. He's got nothing to worry about.
"Is she gonna be long?" I mutter, pushing my back further into the bench. "We have a table inside."
"A table?" Kawamoto chuckles, crossing his arms. "What, you two on a date?"
Yu pinches the bridge of his nose. "It wasn't like that."
"And even if it was, it's none of your goddamn business," I scoff.
Yu stares at me. Downright stares at me.
I know what I said was a little weird, but I'm not letting this asshole try to embarrass him. Well, embarrass him even more.
"Do we seriously have to do this?" Yu asks quietly, holding his head in his hands at the other side of the bench.
"Yeah," Kawamoto chuckles. "Gotta let her know, right?"
"Why would she care?" I snap.
"He's right," Yu grunts. "Amai and I didn't end on good terms. Why would she want to see me again?"
"Because it's funny," he smiles.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" I scoff. "Seriously. How sad is your life?"
"Bit rich, coming from you, country boy," he bites back.
"I'm from the city, too," I frown, leaning forward. Who the hell does this guy think he is, looking down on us like that?
"Enough crap," he snickers.
"It's true," Yu grunts, rising to his feet.
"You two are as bad as each other," Kawamoto grins. "Amai's gonna be so damn pissed."
"Huh?" I splutter.
He rolls his eyes, like I've completely missed the entire point of what he's been doing.
"You—" He points to me, like he's explaining this shit to a kid— "Turned him—" Points to Yu— "Gay." He puts his hands on his hips now. "You know how pissy girls get when shit like that happens?"
"He didn't 'turn' me gay," Yu snaps lowly. "Will you stop making so many assumptions?"
"Yadda, yadda, yadda, who gives a damn about the details," he yawns.
"Amai hates me," he grunts. "She wouldn't give a damn."
"Oh, are you serious?" He scoffs. "I've been trying to ask her out for months, and all she's ever been talking about is you."
"R-Really?" Yu splutters.
I'm in shock, too. I mean... he's got all these girls after him, and he still chooses guys. I don't get it.
"So... Just kiss or something when she gets here," he says, like it's something that can just fucking 'happen'.
"No," I snap, before Yu can -- if he was even gonna. "I have a girlfriend."
"So you keep saying," he sighs, tutting to himself. "Just make a whole scene, 'kay? I kinda hope she comes back with me tonight. And for that, she needs to be really upset."