As usual, it was afternoon, and as usual, Suna was here at home.

It was almost routine, really. He'd always come over, we'd do school things, he'd help me or I'd help him and then we'd watch something on the TV in my room. It's always been like that, ever since we were kids.

And that's what we were doing now, the two of us sitting close together on my bed, my legs resting on his. Rintarou sat concentrating on the movie, his back against the headboard, his head gently back as a few fine, delicate strands of his dark brown hair fell over his face, and the light from the TV shone on his yellowish skin.

He was stroking my thighs, looking concentrated on the movie. But he wasn't, in fact, he seemed to be thinking about something else. "I can't stand watching this movie anymore. it's the fuckin' third time you've made me watch Mean Girls." He grumbles, and turns his face towards me, giving me an ugly look.