My name is Madoka. When I was a little girl, I tried to find my superpower. I tried to make water move. And sometimes I would take two pillows, and jump of the edge of the sofa to fly. Nothing worked though. After watching a movie, I came to the conclusion that my eyes were special. The girl in the movie had the ability to zoom with her eyes. Her eyes had a bright blue color, just like mine. Therefore I tested my eyes, and did many strange things with them. Suddenly I could make streetlights and other lights look like stars at commando. I thought this was my power, but later I found out that this wasn't special at all. I was just like everyone else.

Today I am a first year high school student who wears lenses. Without them, everything becomes undetailed like dots. And lights looks like stars more than ever.

Our school doesn't have a school uniform, like most do. I usually wear a hoodie, or something that covers me. I don't like to wear tiny skirts or small tops that show too much. Not that I have much to show. I don't understand how girls in my class dare to go out in public like that, or the fact that they are allowed by their parents.

"Today we will start a group project." Our teacher announces. Students start to look at each other, because they already know who they want to be with. Someone behind me starts to whisper.

"Be quiet. I have already divided you in groups of two." The class silence, and everybody looks worried. "Sae and Ling is group number one." While he continues to declare the groups I look out of the window. Class 2 has gym outside today. I see him. Rin. His shaggy black hair shines in the sunlight. He looks my way. I automatically turn around. My heart starts to pound and my hands are shaking. Did he see me?

"Madoka and Saku is group number seven." Our teacher says.

We are supposed to work with this project for a week and present it on Friday. Everybody seems a bit disappointed by their partner, but they still start to work together. Saku comes and sits beside me.

"Hi. Your name is Madoka right?" He asks me. We have been in the same class for about four years now. I can't complain; my presence isn't exactly strong enough for everybody to notice me. I can't expect anything.

"Yes. And your name is Saku right?" I ask as an attempt to take revenge. He studies me. Saku's eyes are brown like chocolate, and he has a short, dark blond hair. No wonder he is popular with the girls. He is really handsome, and gives you the image of a bad boy in his black outfit. The rumor says he is a player. I believe it. He is always surrounded by girls. Saku's face expression changes from an investigator to a suspicious person.

"How come we have never talked before? Take of your hoodie." He drags of my hoodie. I just stare at him, speechless. Who does he think he is?

"You are cute!" He says, and comes close to my face, looking like a hungry cat. He leans closer only to sit back in confusion, while biting his lip.

"I just used my sexy look on you. But you didn't react." I guess Saku does what he feels like, not considering what others might think, feel or do. I put my hoodie back on. For the rest of the day Saku keeps irritating me. He tickles me and says strange things like: "Your hair is beautiful like the moon itself". But when I don't react and try to focus on our project, he gets disappointed.

"I want to take you to Spain," he says and looks me directly in the eyes. He gently touches my face, and makes a winsome smile. I smile back, but my smile suddenly turns into laughter.

"Why are you laughing? This is not the reaction I want. What is wrong with you? The other girls blush, gets nervous and sweet. But you…" He pauses for a moment to think. It looks like he just discovered something. His eyes get bigger from excitement, and he points one finger at me.

"You are in love. Who is it?" He asks eager. I get warm. My pulse raises and I'm sure my head looks just like a tomato right now. Saku takes of my hoodie again.

"I made you blush!" He shouts. Everyone's eyes directs toward us. This guy is unbelievable.

After school I go home. My house is near the school for economic reasons. My parents thought it would be for the best if I can walk home during the years instead of buying a scooter, or a bike for that matter. I take a shower. This is the best place on earth. It is the only place I can gather my thoughts and clear them. Saku and I only managed to write one paragraph today. If only he could be helpful, focus or do something else than teasing me. Any change would be for the better. Compared to Rin, Saku is flimsy. Wait. Why am I comparing them? But Saku looks somehow cool. Stop thinking about him.

When I get out of the bathroom, I check my phone, like I always do. A person with a number I don't know has called me. It is probably just a prank. Exactly when I'm about to leave the living room, my phone rings. It's the same number as before.

"Hello?" I say with a question mark at the end.

"Hi." Saku replies.

"Why are you calling me?"

"No reason. What are you doing?" He asks.

"Nothing important. Bye." I hang up.

He tries to call me again, but I turn of my phone. What is his deal? Haven't I had enough for today?

The next day our teacher is sick. Saku and I go to a study room. We are alone. When we speak, our voices makes echo in the room. It makes the room feel even more empty.

"Why did you call me yesterday?" I ask him.

"Why not?" He asks. If there is an answer more irritating than this, I want to know about it. Saku notice the dark atmosphere around me. He drags down my hoodie.

"How many hoodies do you have?" He asks curious.

"Enough." I answer. I try to focus on our project, but he stares at me. It is annoying and I lose my concentration. I turn to say something, but when I see his expression I look down at my English book. The picture is still in my head. I had no idea he was observing me like that. His head rests on his arm and hand. And he watches me with attractive eyes while he bites his lips. I think this is his sexy look.

A hand lifts my head and forces me to look at him. I can feel my heart beat. Soon it will knock out of my chest. I don't understand what is happening.

"You are so red." Saku says. He leans closer to my face, still holding his hand underneath my chin. It all happens so fast. I don't get the chance to do anything before his lips are on mine. I feel tears coming up. When he leans back to look at me, he is shocked.

"Don't cry. It was just a kiss." I push him away and touch my lips.

"You stole it. It was my firs.." I run out of the room and home. The first thing I do is to throw off my clothes as I'm on my way to the bathroom. I'm not concerned about other people in the house. Mom and dad don't come home until late at night, and I don't have any siblings. The water feels good on my skin, and it makes me calm. Why would Saku do such a horrible thing? It's not like I was saving myself for Rin, or was I? I don't get it. Why am I upset? It was just a kiss, like Saku said. But, I wanted it to be something more, to mean something special.

Today I stay home. When I was showering yesterday the water was really cold, and I slept with wet hair. To catch a cold is normal for me. I must admit it, I'm kind of clumsy. I also forgot to order new lenses, which is why I have to wear glasses right now. I get my heavy head out of bed and start to make soup. Soup is defiantly one of the best things to eat when I'm sick. It makes my throat feel better for a while. The doorbell rings. I wonder who that can be. When I open the door, the person walks inside, like this is his house. Saku looks serious. He takes my hand and looks at me with sad eyes. He looks cute. What am I thinking?

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know it meant that much to you. Please forgive me." His eyes glister. It looks like he is about to cry.

"It's alright. I'm just sick." My words make Saku ten times lighter and a lot happier.

"Do you want me to take care of you?"

"No, I can take care of myself. Go, or you will catch a cold." I say and pushes him to the door.

"I'm immune. I had a cold last week. Have you always been by yourself when you're sick?" He asks. The tone in his voice is teasing, but at the same time pitiful.

"Yes. My parents work a lot." Sakus face overflows with concern for a moment. Then he smiles.

"Are you strong enough to study? I think it's about time we take this project seriously." In my mind I'm hitting him with a stick. On the outside I smile like a retard.

We sit on the floor in the living room and works on our presentation. We eat my soup, and I notice that Saku stares at me again.

"What?" I ask him. Oh, that's right, my glasses. "I know I don't suit them, but I lost my lenses. I'm clumsy and forgot to order new ones." I feel embarrassed.

He comes closer. I back away. Suddenly his face is near mine. The more I try to get away from him, the closer he gets to me. Too close. I tremble. Saku is above me. He looks at me. I blush. My body feels warm and dizzy. And my hands are shaking.

"What are you doing?" He doesn't answer, but comes closer. I lie helpless on the ground and can't get away. As protection against more face contact, I hide my face with my hands.

"Stop it." I say.

"So cute," he says and tear my hands apart. Saku kisses me. It feels better than the first time. Why does he kiss me again?

Saku leans away from me.

"I'm sorry," he says and leaves me. I still lie on the ground. Should I call him? No, I don't have to care about him. I'm just one of his girls. Why did I let him do what he wanted? I should have pushed him. Idiot.

It's Thursday. We have to hurry with our project. The only problem is that Saku avoids me. He doesn't look at me. When I try to give him work, he runs away. One time I even found him hiding behind the cafeteria disk. I should be the one avoiding him! Whether I see him in the hall or any other place for that matter, my body startles. The image of him before he kissed me pops into my head. Could it be that… no. He is a jerk who plays with all of the girls. That's right. But why do I feel so sad? My eyes are wet, I cover them. I'm on my way out, but I accidentally bump into someone.

"Sorry," I say and carry on. A hand grabs mine.

"Madoka. What is wrong?" Saku says. I want to stop my tears, but they keep coming. How can he tell? I'm wearing my hoodie aren't I?

"Nothing," I lie. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not. If it's about yesterday I'm terribly sorry." He holds his arms around me. I feel better already. I wish we could stay like this for a while, but I want him to know. I push myself away from him. My eyes stare at the ground.

"What?" He sounds confused.

"Saku!" I say and look at him. I feel so embarrassed, I think I might faint. This is it, be brave. I take of my hoodie.

"That's not it you idiot. You are avoiding me. It irritates me because I think I like you." He widens his eyes. His cheeks turn red. He looks away from me. What does he feel? Is he angry? Will he reject me? Either way, I'm prepared.

Sakus eyes meet mine. He comes closer. I back away, but stop when I hit the wall behind me.

"What?" I ask. His face is a few centimeters away from mine. Saku stares. He takes one arm around my waist, and another behind my head. He pushes me against the wall and kisses me.

-End-

2: Blush - Story 2 - Part 1

There he goes again. Once I'm sure about the answer, there is this one guy in class who raises his hand faster than me. He transferred to my school a month ago. The first week he let me answer all of the questions our teacher asked, like I always do. The thought has crossed me many times, was he just shy? Or did he just want to get used to our class? Either way, he suddenly started to raise his hand. It annoys me. It feels like every minute at school is a competition between me and him. The worst part is; I'm loosing.

It is Monday, the lousiest day of the week. The cafeteria is filled with students from every class. People call it 'Lutch.' The word is a mix between 'Lunch' and 'Match.' Some students are desperately holding on to their food and try to pay for it. Others steal other student's lunch. And people are fighting over food like apples and bananas. Lutch. This is the reason I'm eating my home made food outside alone, where peace and quiet dominates. It is spring; therefore the air is refreshing and makes my brain clear.

Usually my friend Baku joins me, but today he is sick. I could always sit and eat in my classroom. The only problem is that it is occupied by idiots. They're not worthy of my presence.

I sit near the schools flowerbed, underneath a three that covers the sun, on the green grass. I find flowers a better company than humans sometimes. I take of my shoes, like I normally do. The grass feels good under my feet. This feeling is irreplaceable. It's comfortable and nice.

"So this is where you are hiding during lunch? How sad Usem." I look up at my enemy's face. The sunlight makes his face dark and unclear.

"Are Baku sick?" I nod. He sits down beside me, uninvited.

"You know, I'm surprised how stupid people in our class are. Was you the only person with a clue in that room all the time?" Is he complimenting me?

"Yeah," I answer.

"You're really not the social type, are you?" I don't answer him. He looks down at my feet.

"Interesting," he whispers, not aware that I heard him. Interesting? Me? I'm not sure about what his name is. Actually, I'm not sure about what any of my classmates name is. I've never bothered to find out.

"What's your name?" I ask him. He smiles and looks a bit offended.

"Usem? I've already been here for a month and you still don't know my name? I feel hurt." It doesn't sound like he is offended. He sounds like he knew I would ask.

"It's Win." His winsome smile makes me want to smile, but I don't. Wins hair is short and stops when it reaches his ears, opposed to my, which ends some centimeters beneath my ears. My hair is black and straight, his is blond and curly. This makes his nose look smaller, and it emphasizes his clear green eyes. Even though he is a head taller than me, he looks a bit younger in my opinion. Maybe it's my glasses that make me look mature.

His attention switches to what I'm holding.

"Did you make that? It looks good." Before I get the chance to protest, he steals a piece of my lunch. He seems happy, and makes pleased sounds while he chews it.

"What is this? It tastes amazing," he asks after swallowing.

"Thanks," I say. His eyes widens, which makes him seem more amazed than earlier.

"So you did make it?" This guy has a cute attitude, and his appearance is not bad at all. What did I just think?

Win suddenly comes closer. His hands move quickly against my face. I close my eyes as a reflection. When I open them, Win holds my glasses.

"You look good without glasses to." He says and stares at me. I feel a bit embarrassed, and I don't know how to respond. Why did he say that?

"How much can you see right now?" He asks and studies them.

"Give them back!" I shout. Win tries them on. "I can't see anything." When he notices that I try to get them back, he takes them off and stands. He also holds them up high in the air. I'm honestly much lower than I thought I was, compared to him. Right now it's impossible for me to reach them, but I still try to jump. When I realize it's impossible, I push him. Win falls with me and my glasses on the ground. Now is my chance. When I'm about to catch them, I see how Wins eyes match the grass. He looks beautiful. Win sits up with me on his lap. His face is red. Is he blushing? He looks kind of cute.

Win gives my glasses back willingly; I accept them, grab my things and go back to class.

-Will continue-

3: Blush - Story 2 - Part 2

I can't get the image of him out of my head. This is bad. During class, I have problems concentrating for the first time in my life. The teacher asks something. I didn't catch what he said. Win doesn't raise his hand; he stares out of the window. I wonder what he is thinking about. The teachers finger points at me.

"What?" I ask. The whole class starts to look at me. I feel uneasy and uncomfortable. It's normal for others to stare at me with an ugly expression on their face, but right now I'm not prepared for what he might ask.

"Usem? Aren't you paying attention? I asked if you can clean after class today. Can you?"

I nod.

The rest of the day, I decide to only focus on school. I get interrupted by my thoughts sometimes, but I force them out of my head.

After school, every student leaves. Some of them will hang out after school. I'm left behind in this empty building. If it was winter, the sun would already be asleep. Luckily, spring holds the sun awake.

"Usem?" A tall student in my class asks from the doorframe. I thought everybody had left. He is a bit lower than Win. I don't remember his name, but I think he is a model. His face is handsome, and when you see him, he will remind you of a leader.

"Do you want some help?" He asks friendly and smiles.

"No, thank you…" I say and try to remember his name.

"Kai, let's go!" Some of his friends shout. He waves at me and go with them.

When I'm finished and go outside, someone grabs my hand and pushes me against the wall. Win looks confused and stares at me.

"I'm sorry. I just have to know." He leans closer to my face. His cheeks are red and his hands are shaking. I am too, and my heartbeat rises. Win moistens his lips as he looks at me, and presses them against mine. I automatically close my eyes. Our hands are united up against the wall as we kiss. His other arm is holding around my body. This feels good. My stomach twists and stock butterflies. And I'm warm, very warm. Win smells off shampoo. When he leans back I open my eyes. What was that? We were kissing? He stares at the ground, then he suddenly run away. Was he waiting for me to finish cleaning? Couldn't he have helped me?

I hear footsteps.

"What were you guys doing?" It's Kai. Didn't he go with his friends? I get flustered and blush.

"Nothing." Couldn't I come up with a better answer? Kai comes closer.

"You were making out; did he force himself on you?"

"No! It's just a joke. Nothing serious." I regret my reply. Why did I say that? Kai studies my face expression. His eyes are brown. Then he removes some off his hair from his eyes. It is black and short, but covers his eyes most of the time.

"I don't believe you unless you let me do the same." Kai takes his hands on my cheeks and gently kisses me. I push him away.

"Wha..?" I mumble.

"So it's only ok if Win does it?" He asks depressed. I don't know what to do. I'm so confused. Why did he kiss me? When I look at Kai, he is only smiling. Was he teasing me? I slap him and walk away.

The next day I try to ignore everyone and only focus on school. It's hard because of all these thoughts. Why can't they just disappear? My heart pumps faster as I think about the kiss yesterday, the kiss with Win. It felt completely different than with Kai. It was honest and sweet. And Win looked so cute. He was so embarrassed and shy after the kiss. He surprised me; I never thought he could take control like that. What am I thinking?

I look at Win, only to look back at the blackboard and the teacher. He was completely staring at me. His hair was illuminated by the sun from the window. His cheeks were red and his lustful eyes will stay in my mind forever.

After school Win drags me along.

"Where are we going?" I ask confused.

"In here," he says and tosses me into a small room. We are in the janitor's room. It's tight, which is why we have to stay close.

"Is something bothering you?" He asks serious.

"No," I lie and study the ground. Wins hand places under my chin and forces me to look at him.

"What is it? Is it me?" He asks in a sad and lonely tone.

"No, its.. just.. Kai."

"Kai? That guy has been staring at you a lot lately. Did he do anything to you?" Win gather his eyebrows together that makes small unnoticeable wrinkles from a far distance.

"He.. kind of.. kissed me." He looks a bit shocked at first but suddenly he places an arm against the wall behind me, facing me, still holding the other hand under my chin. It's a bit dark, but I notice his angry and disappointed face. Win leans closer to me with threatening eyes that digs into mine. He is to close for me to focus on other things.

"Did you like it?"

"No." Once I say this he smiles and seem overwhelmed. Then he focuses on me again.

"Why did you kiss me?" I ask.

"Because I like you," he says and blush.

"But, why did you run away yesterday?" I ask a bit bewildered.

"I was.. eh.. I was too embarrassed, and you looked so.." He stops and stares at me for some seconds. I can feel my heart skip some beats. It takes some time for me to realize, but I'm also staring, staring at his lips.

"Cute," he whispers while he comes close enough for our lips to meet once more.

-End-

4: Blush - Story 3

I study myself in a mirror. I'm low compared to my coworkers. It's really annoying. Every time I do a good job, they phrase me and pet my head like I'm a child, or a dog for that matter. It might be true that I look like a child, but I'm tired of being treated like one. In addition my head is very sensitive.

My hair is really light, actually on the perk of being pink. If you look from a far distance it will defiantly be mistaken for pink. I haven't dyed it, and I never will either, although it probably would make my life a bit easier. People always comment it, especially if they see my eyes. They have this clear and pure blue color. That is why I usually grow my hair long enough to cover them. All in all I look like a foreigner.

I didn't always look like this. At high school I looked like a total nerd. I wore glasses and was a bit chubby.

When I get out of the toilet I almost crash into a person.

"I'm sor.." I mumble, but stop when I look up.

"It's ok. My name is Souma. I think we will be working together." The person standing before me is not real. He can't be. I haven't seen him since high school, which was two years ago. He is the reason I changed, he hasn't changed though. His dark hair still shines when there is light nearby, this time from the ceiling light. He has shorter hair than me. I guess that is what makes his brown eyes look bigger and eyelashes longer.

"No way." Souma stretches one hand out to remove the hair in my palm.

"Naoki?" He asks close with a shocking face; his eyes get wider, and he is gaping at me.

"Yes." I answer annoyed and irritated. Souma smiles which make my heart throb. It's just as pretty as it used to be.

"I look forward to work with you. Oh.." He says and looks down at me. "You haven't grown much have you?" He starts to pet my head. I try to show him that I'm furious and don't like it, but he just laughs at me.

"But.. you have become very cute." Once he says it, my heart throbs more, and I get warm, maybe even nervous. What is he saying all of a sudden? Can't he remember?

At high school I became aware of my sexual desire. I like boys and fell in love with the most popular guy at school. Souma was really nice and good at everything except studying. Studying was my field.

I even confessed to him. He didn't reject me, but he started to use me. Souma would ask me to do his homework, to buy him things, all he needed was to ask and smile.

After high school we went to different schools and I never saw him again. To avoid this ever happening again I decided to change, to make a new and stronger me. I learned to say no and to stand up for myself.

Out of all places in the world he had to end up here? I don't feel anything for him anymore. I'm through with guys like him. Not that I have dated a lot of guys like him.. or a lot of guys at all.

Anyway, I work as one of the superiors in a big company which works with commercials. I show Souma around, who seems amazed by everything he sees. I've been working here for half a year now and I'm already one of the leaders. With my good grades I could have become whatever I would like to be. Out of all of my options I chose to work with commercials as a director and photographer. My family was a bit disappointed by my choice, after a while they learned to accept it. They accepted this, but they will never accept my sexual desire. It's frustrating.

"Naoki?" Souma asks. "Do you have time after work today?" I look suspicious at him.

"Yes, why?" He sits beside me. I just showed him how to use some programs at the computer. Souma drag one hand through his hair. Since it's so short, nothing happens to its position.

"I think we should get your hair cut. Its irritating having it in your eyes at all times right?" Souma tries to look me in the eyes, but I can tell he struggles to find them.

"No. I like it." I cross my arms and legs.

"But I want to see your eyes." He says and pushes away my hair from my palm again with his hand.

"You have changed a lot." He looks me directly in the eyes only to look down. I catch myself staring at him. What does he mean?

"How can you sit like that? Doesn't it hurt?" He asks and disposes his hand. I honestly don't feel anything when I sit like this, my things doesn't exactly get in the way. For some reason I get embarrassed. Since my hair is in the way I know he can't see it. He tries to sit like me but end up making strange noises out of pain.

"Nah, it's just my technique."

"Yeah that or you don't have anything down there," he says and laughs while hitting his leg. I've had enough of these jokes. Why does everybody want to bully me? I stand and leave the room. Souma tags along. Even though I'm angry at him, he doesn't seem to notice. Or is he dodging it? I turn around to look at him. He studies the ground and plays with his fingers. Souma looks up and meet my eyes. I look away.

"I'm sorry. That wasn't funny." He finally says.

"Thank you, that's all I wanted to hear."

"I'm sorry." He repeats.

"It's ok." Didn't he hear me the first time?

"I'm sorry, but I can't stand your hair." He takes my hand, drag me out of the building and into a hair salon.

Another reason I don't cut my hair too often is because of my sensitive scalp. When someone touches it, it feels good, I get sleepy and dizzy. When I look myself in the mirror I see my expression and its.. embarrassing. My eyes are filled with tears and I struggle not to make weird noises. Luckily the hairdressers never notice it.

Souma tries to get an appointment. Fortunately they have costumers the whole day and can't manage to squeeze in another.

"I live close by, that's how I know about this place. " He grabs my hand again. I try to protest but he won't let go. His hand is forceful and strong. I've been training a lot myself, but he still has a stronger body than me.

Souma lives in a big apartment where everything is modern. There are little furniture's, and all of them are black, blue or white. It looks kind of lonely. He takes a chair from the kitchen and places it in front of a mirror.

"Sit." He commands. I do as he says without hesitation. Why did I obey him? Where is my dignity? The dignity I have been building to make myself stronger.

"I can get the haircut tomorrow." He doesn't listen to me. Souma looks through a lot of shelves and rooms to find a scissor, a hairbrush and a spray that makes your hair wet. I feel a bit tense, not able to move a single muscle.

"Don't worry. I've been doing this a lot on my sister." He starts to touch my hair and brush it. I automatically cover my mouth.

"What is it?" He asks and looks at me in the reflection of the mirror.

"Nothing." I say low as he still brushes my hair. It feels so good against my head. I don't know what it is but it makes me want to relax and enjoy every drag. Of course I can't, I have to be awake and control myself. I look at Souma who still look at me through the mirror. He gathers his eyes and focus on me. The way he looks at me makes my heart throb harder than it did before, and I feel a bit anxious. He stops to brush my hair. I can finally loosen my shoulders and put down my hand. Soma's expression changes, now it looks like he is wondering about something.

Before he starts to spray my hair with water he puts a towel around my neck and shoulders. He decides to start with my forehead. The water should make me cold, but my heart makes my body warm. Souma is really handsome, and he is so close to me his long eyelashes almost touch me. He is completely focused on what he is doing. I feel awkward. He is the only thing I can look at. When he brushes my hair to make it straight I cover my mouth again. This time he doesn't seem to mind.

"There." He says and walks behind me to work with the rest of my hair. I can see much clearer now. Everything is brighter and his apartment doesn't appear to be that lonely anymore. I look myself in the mirror. The blue color matches his furniture's. My hair is almost dry, it always dries so fast.

"You know…" Souma starts to say while brushing and cutting my hair. "I have missed you."

"Mm." I suddenly say. He is watching me with those focused eyes again. I can feel the tears coming up, not because it hurts, but because of pleasure.

"What was that?" He whispers. I can't deal with it anymore; it's too hard to hide.

"Mmm." My expression is so..

"Erotic." Souma says and stares at me. Did he find out? I don't know if it's just me but it feels like he is pulling the brush through my hair with more intensity. At this stage I will..

I get of the chair and turn to look at Souma. His face is red, but probably not as red as mine. What were we doing? I dry my tears with the towel and throw it at the chair.

"Um.. I'm kind of.."

"Sensitive." He completes my sentence and put away the equipment. "I was finished anyway." My hair doesn't look bad, I like it.

Souma sits down at the couch. He calls me to sit at the couch with him. I do so.

"Thank you," I say and look at him. Souma seems relieved. His eyes are closed and he is sighing.

"I'm glad we didn't get an appointment."

"Why?" Now he is facing me.

"Don't ever let anyone touch your hair except me." I widen my eyes, and for a moment I forget that he can see my face. I get flustered and blush. Souma smiles and pet my head. Now that he knows, it doesn't bother me that much.

His been touching my head for a while now, and I must admit I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. Souma`s smile disappears and he keeps staring at me with an serious but curious expression. His hand moves slowly. I feel like I'm going to faint and my eyes close sometimes.

"What are you.." Souma stops. His hands place on my cheeks. I open my eyes. He leans closer and suddenly we are kissing. It feels wet. I try to open my mouth to breathe, as I do his tongue moves against mine. Souma pushes me down to the couch while we roll our tongues. Everything is so passionate.

I ruin the mood when I push him aside and take a breath.

"I'm sorry! I was caught up in the moment." Souma says and scratch his head.

"It's ok. But I don't understand, I thought you didn't like me." He puts one hand on each of my shoulders.

"No! I really liked and like you. Teasing you was my way of showing my affection towards you. Kind of childish I guess." The happy rush I get forces me to take action. I embrace Souma and kiss him.

-End-

5: Blush - Story 4 - Part 1

Youta`s POV

The bell rings which means that the teacher can't keep torturing us with his hard and difficult lessons. It's finally time for lunch. Nori come and joins me. Today my lunch consist of chicken cooked in sauce, served with rice. It's a Tori bento, the bento I usually eat and make myself. It can't be helped; I love chicken.

Nori`s bento is a simple bento named Noriben. The irony is that it fits his name and is one of his favorite lunches; cooked rice covered by nori dripped in soy sauce. I've known him for a long time and I'm sure his mother made it. Nori leans forward with a sparkling smile on his face.

"Youta? How did you do on the test we had last week?" He asks with a confident voice as if he already knows he did better than me.

"D." His smile widens.

"Your way to honest, not even trying to hide it. I got an A!" Nori has never been good at studying and I believe this is the first time he surpass me. Not only did he surpass me, he crushed me with his A.

Nori leans forward, looks around and place one hand on his left cheek, like he doesn't want anybody to listen to our conversation.

"Want to know how I managed it?" I nod.

I sit at a bench in a park close to the school. The guy Nori told me about will arrive in about ten minutes if he comes on time. I must admit I'm kind of curious about this person. Nori described him as a cold hearted genius. A genius that made him understand math.

It's cold outside. The wind blows and forces leaf at the ground to move. It also makes my hair irritating, it's too long.

During the summer it's not possible to see this park from above, but the naked trees now makes everything visible.

I press my school bag against my chest to keep my body warm, but these school uniforms are too thin to retain it.

"Hi. You must be Youta?" A dark, but comfortable male voice asks. My gaze meets a pair of grey eyes. His hair has this dark brown color, much darker than the trunks around us. It doesn't interfere with his face like mine does. It's short, scruffy and a bit curly. I get the feeling it's nice to touch.

"Hi, yes. Then I guess you must be Hiroshi?" He nods. Hiroshi`s face expression is scary and very serious. It gives me second thoughts about this.

"Here." He hands me a book. "My number is in there. If it helps you, you pay me." With these words he leaves. I stand still and stare at him as he walks away. Is that it? Out of inquisitiveness, I quickly look through the book. It is filled with math. I put it in my bag and walk home.

At night I study the book. Hiroshi explains everything so simple even a child would understand it. He is indeed a genius. With this book I believe I can pass math with an A as a result this year, which is a huge improvement. Tomorrow we will have our every week test; this will be more than useful. I wonder if Hiroshi has such books for other general subjects.

A week later we receive our results and I can't do anything but gape at my test result. The D I usually get, and are accustomed to, aren't there. For some seconds I think the teacher has made a mistake or handed out another person's paper. When I'm about to raise my hand I see my name on top of the page and realize its mine. An A. What is this feeling? Relief? No; I'm proud, proud as a peacock.

 

Hiroshi`s POV

My mobile phone has quivered the whole day, even when I was at work. I work as a part timer at a grocery store close to my home, only when I'm not studying or helping other students. I check my messages. Apparently there is sale somewhere, and five customers have been trying to reach me. I sit down at the couch and read them.

Hello. This is Youta Ozu.

I want to thank you for your help.

Are you free today at seven o`clock?

Youta? Who is that? There are so many clients it's hard to remember who is who. I remember! That boy I helped sometime last week. Youta: the unattractive boy with long hair. I look at the clock. It's nearly ten past six already. He probably wants to pay. I really need the money this time. Or else I will be in trouble when I have to pay for the rent.

He sits at the same bench like the first time, holding onto another small bag. He wears a black jacket with a white shirt inside, and dark grey shoes. Youta stands when he sees me. We are at the same height, which annoys me. I'm 22 years old; he is most likely around 16. Youta waves at me. The atmosphere around him seems brighter than last time and his smile is winsome. It makes him look handsome. What? Last time he was so lame. I notice his hair. It doesn't cover his face, its straight; but the tips go in various angles in an attractive way. The color is pale brown opposed to his eyes, which are chocolate brown. His face is gorgeous and fits his slender figure.

"Hi." He says with his weak cute voice. I greet him. His expression is strange as he stares at me, but he snaps out of it and focus on what to say.

"Thank you. I got an A. Here." He hands me some money and leaves. What was that? I don't think more about it. The sale should take place somewhere near this area. It won't harm to take look.

 

Youta`s POV

I think my feet's are trembling, making me walk in a clumsy way. I must have looked like an idiot, just handing him the money and leaving. He did the same thing to me though.

Hiroshi changed much in a week. His presence took my confidence, it was strong. And the way he approached me with that charming look makes me insane. I don't know what it was, but it felt like he was lurking me towards him, stealing all of my attention.

I was in a hurry anyway. I don't have a lot of time until I am supposed to meet my friends.

 

Hiroshi`s POV

Unfortunately my passion for buying stuff took control. I ended up buying half of the sale with the money I just made.

I walk past more stores and restaurants on my way back. That's when I see him inside a pub. Youta is surrounded by a couple of guys. He is 18? With that misleading and innocent appearance everybody would mistake him for a minor. He smiles and talks to his… friends? One of them sits close to him and touches him casually from time to time, Youta doesn't seem to notice. His face is red, red enough for me to think he have had one drink too much. I don't like this scene. One of them orders another round of drinks. The bartender gladly makes them. Before Youta swallows it, I take the glass from him and drag him with me. The only person who notices it is the guy who had been fingering him. He follows us outside and grabs Youta by the only hand that is available for the moment.

"What are you doing?" He asks while he struggles to pull Youta to his side.

"I'm his father." I say with a serious face. The guy let go of Youta and gapes. Then he runs out of my sight. As I thought, if he was a friend, he would have known what Youta`s father looks like.

When I let go of his hand, he wobbles and is about to fall. I catch him before that happens. He looks up at me with his red cheeks and glistered eyes. My heart throbs.

"Who.. Hiroshi? What are you doing heeere?" He gets out of my grip, and waves his arms in excitement. Then he staggers, and I have to catch him once more. It's dark outside. He will never find the way home.

"Where do you live?" He stares at the ground and try to push me. The push makes me take one step away from him. Youta walks forward and backwards. He is out of control. When he moves his arms they go in every direction. He smiles like he is having the time of his life.

"I can't remember." He finally says.

"Where is your phone? Do you have anyone I can call?"

"I don't know where my bag is." I take one of his arms again, and put it over my shoulder to support him as we walk. He continues to move and wobble. Youta simpleton won't walk normal. I lay my bags at the ground and lift him up as if he was a princess. He is pretty light. Once he lies in my arms, he gets quiet and stops to move his body. Instead he looks at me with his hands folded. It makes him look small. And the streetlights along the road makes his eyes shine when he looks up. Youta`s smile is warm and welcoming compared to this cold night. People stare as we pass.

We reach my hotel shortly after. It's late. Since there are so few people, the lobby looks empty. I have trouble getting him into the elevator, which is why I let him down. He still needs me as his prop, but he walks more stable than earlier.

"The way ya looked at mee eralia made me.. feel weird." Youta breathes heavy and comes closer. Even though his breath smells a lot like alcohol, his red cheeks and pretty face makes him more attractive than ever. I feel an urge to hold him, to protect him. We are separated by one inch. The originally red color at his lips hides underneath a small dry layer. I put one arm around him and force us to get closer. Then I put one hand behind his head and kiss him. I make sure to wet his lips enough. When I lean back they are completely red like they should be.

"Ahh.." Youta breaths out and stare at my lips like he wants more. His mouth is partly open, allowing spit to run down his chin. I lick it before it gets any further. Then I split us. What am I doing? I shouldn't take advantage of this situation. The elevator reaches the 8thnd floor, where we go out. Youta don't need any help anymore to walk, even though he stumbles now and then. My apartment is small. I don't earn much as a part timer. Soon my studies are finished, and I will be placed at a school where I can teach students about math.

Youta lies down at the couch with one hand on his forehead.

"I'm waarm and dizzzzy." He says and sighs. "Wee kisssed!" Youta suddenly says and sits up. He looks at me, who gives him a glass of water. When he tries to drink he misses the mouth, and most of the water run down his throat and wets his clothes.

"Aah… I'm sorry." He says and put the glass at the table next to the couch. The way he pronounces the words has improved.

"It's ok. Let me help you." I help him unbutton and take of his jacket. Underneath he wears a white shirt that is so wet you can see through it, it makes his nipples visible.

"Don't stare at me." I look up at him and meet his enchanting face. He is blushing from embarrassment with his mouth open because he breathes so heavy. His skin looks so soft and his eyes are so sparkling.

I crawl up at the couch, get on my knees with his thin legs between, to become taller than him. Youta looks up at me with a confused expression. I gently touch his face. When I have a good grip around his head, I bow to kiss him. As we kiss Youta makes cute, small noises. It seems like he likes it. I lean away to catch a snap of his face. He is gorgeous. His plump lips and cute looks make me wild with excitement. Until now he seems to have been in a different world, when I try to kiss him again, he suddenly push me and run out of my apartment.

-Will continue-

6: Blush - Story 4 - Part 2

Hiroshi`s POV

I don't hesitate to run after him. It's dangerous for a cute student like him to walk outside at a time like this, not only because of his appearance, but also because he is drunk. He won't stand a chance against the monstrous people that exists in this world. The image of him being chased by a crazy man, or being seduced by another man pops into my mind. Youta`s innocent expression when he tries to make him stop, by the helpless effort of waving his hands, also appears. I will never let that happen.

Youta is not waiting for the elevator which means he must have taken the stairs. Another picture takes form in my worried mind: Youta, lying half dead and half drunk at the bottom of the stairs with blood running down his head. The thought of this makes me run faster than ever before. For every door I pass and every step I take, the more worried I get. I sigh when I see Youta sitting in the stairs two floors below against a window. The moon shines through the window and makes his hair look white and his skin pure, almost blazing. He sits with his hands around his knees like a scared, curled up pet. His breath is heavy and his face is red. Youta first notice me when I'm a few steps away from him. When he turns I get dazzled by his radiant look.

He starts to laugh. "I had to take a break."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I won't do it again. Please just come with me again. You will defiantly catch a cold if you walk around like that." He nods in agreement and I help him upstairs again to my apartment.

"You can go and take a shower first." I say and sit down at the coach. Youta doesn't move, he stands still in the doorframe that separates the hall from the living room, and stares at the ground. My living room is in the same room as the kitchen.

"Right..." I say and find him some dry clothes to sleep in and a towel. Then I show him where the bathroom is.

Once the water starts to run Youta starts to sing. At first I think it's strange, but his voice is so low, yet powerful. I bet he thinks I can't hear him. It sounds beautiful.

I realize I haven't been doing anything but listening to him when he stops to sing and turn off the water. I start to panic. I should look like I'm doing something. Seconds before he opens the door, I manage to grab a magazine under the table.

"I'm finished. Uhm.." Youta starts to mumble something; I put down the magazine and pay attention to him. He stares at the ground again like there is something wrong with it, something he doesn't like about it. Maybe he thinks it looks dirty.

My sweater is too big for him, it looks like a dress, just hanging, and it also looks like he isn't wearing anything under. My heart throbs as I see how his wet hair makes small water drops roll down his cheeks and down his neck. And the sweet scent he sends makes everything clear; he is irresistible.

"Uhm.." He mumbles again, and dares to take a quick snap in my direction before he turns away again. The magazine I'm holding shows a picture off a half-naked woman. I throw it away and try to hide how embarrassed I am.

"I'm kind of hungry." Youta says with a cute voice. Is he provoking me?

"Take what you want from the kitchen." I say. When I get closer to him, his smell gets better, the smell of something familiar. It reminds me of a time when I was younger and ate.. I ate… some special cookies from another country. As I pass him I whisper: "Nice song."

I don't know how he reacts, but I can guess that he is blushing.

The shower feels good and warm. I put some shampoo in my hair and notice the smell. Youta doesn't smell like it, he smells much better. Where did he get that scent?

Since I live alone, I usually don't bother to bring clothes to the bathroom. I rarely wear them at all when I'm home. That is why I accidentally forgot them this time. Luckily I brought a towel.

"Hiroshi. I'm making us some curry." I didn't expect him to make dinner; he is even wearing an apron. Now the smell in the air makes me hungry. The serious expression on his face causes him to look handsome. Since he is making dinner at a time like this, I wonder how much alcohol there is left in his blood.

"Sounds good. I will just put on some clothes." When he looks up from the food to looks at me he suddenly loses the spatula. He quickly picks it up and washes it.

I put on a regular dark blue t-shirt and square patterned pajamas pants. It matches Youta`s gray sweater which reaches above his knees.

I walk to Youta, who is really focused on the food he is making and doesn't notice me.

"It smells really good." I say and stand beside him to watch.

"Yeah.. you do." Is what I think I heard? My heart throbs, and I feel a small jerk. Youta is blushing. When he covers his face with his hands he loses the slice again. He doesn't look at me, but turns his back against me, picks up the slice, and walks to the wash to clean it again. The way he walks is clumsy and for a moment I think he is at that intoxicated point again. Youta puts his act together and manages to walk straight when he returns to the food.

He doesn't want to look at me.

"Please sit down, it's finished." He says in his cute apron.

"What?" He asks uncertain. I've been staring at him for a long time now.

"Stop it.." His hands are shaking and he looks like he is about to cry. I feel like teasing him, but I don't want him to be afraid, or is he sick?

"Sorry. Are you cold? Do you have a fever?" I get closer to his face to check his temperature. His face is really red. Maybe he is just blushing.

"No." He smacks my hand away. "I'm fine." When he backs away from me he slips and I catch him. He is so light it annoys me.

Youta keeps a good grip around me, like a small animal, and his eyes are closed. I want to kiss him again. He opens his pretty brown eyes that are sparkling from the lights when he looks up at me. Even though I could hold him like this for ever, I let him down.

"You're making me insane!" Youta shouts while dragging his hands through his hair.

"Calm down. What is it?" I try to make him stop, but when I do he starts to push me. This is interesting; I'm getting a bit excited. When I've realized his rhythm I grab his hands and push him. One push is the only thing needed for him to fall at the ground. He sits up in a corner with his arms around his legs and his head hiding in his knees.

"Sorry. What is it?" Youta looks so small. He mumbles something again.

"What?"

"The way you look at me makes me…"

"Feel weird." I complete his sentence. He decides to raise his head, and looks at me with a questioning expression.

"You said it earlier." I explain. Then he stares up at the roof, spacing out, trying to remember it. When he seems to remember he gets all flustered and shakes his head with a finger on his lips as if he is still thinking about it. I walk to him and sit down in front of him. Youta has stopped all movement and gazes at me. I remove his hand from his lip and kiss him. I lean back, his cheeks turns red and he looks at my lips. He isn't resisting me.

"You must have a crush on me." Youta gets really focused on the ground again.

"No, I don't think so."

"Look at me." He meets my eyes so fast he only got a small glance of me.

"See. You're nervous and your face is all red." Youta touches his cheeks like he thinks he can feel the color.

"You're even sweating, but I like the smell."

"It's probably just the curry."

"No, it's you. I know so because we sit so close, and because I like you." At last he looks me in the eyes. The dark color makes his brown hair look paler every time I look into them. He is gawking as though it was completely unexpected and not an option. But something about him makes him appear more nervous than before. It might be the way he holds his hands before his face. I put them down and force my lips on his once more. This time he responds to the kiss, and it feels much better and warmer than the first times.

-End-