"Pleeease, we're only one man short, Takao-kun!"

Takao Kazunari let out a sigh and resisted rolling his eyes. Lying on his bed, he'd been playing on his PSP before he finally paused his game and looked up. His roommate, Fujioka, returned a look of pure pleading. The guy was certainly nice enough but... a goukon?

"Are you sure you can't find anyone else?" Takao asked, as gently as possible. Fujioka averted his eyes, clearly having hoped to avoid that question.

"Well, it's not that I can't find anyone else..." He looked at Takao again, who was now giving him his full attention. "It's just there's this girl going, Ayaka—um, Inoue-san. I asked her to come as a joke but she ended up saying yes... So now instead of four girls and four guys, we have five girls and need..."

Takao sat up and said, "Yeah, I get it." He stretched his arms out, suddenly realizing how long he'd been cooped up with his game for. "I guess it's tonight, too?"

Fujioka nodded.

"And I guess I do owe you."

Fujioka blushed a little bit at that remark. "I mean, if that's how you feel about it," he replied.

Takao was referring to an incident from the first week of classes that semester. He'd had maybe a little too much to drink and a hot guy with him; somehow the two of them thought it made perfect sense to have sex in the common area as opposed to walking the short distance to Takao's bedroom... and karma bit him in the ass in the form of his new roommate walking in on him getting pounded, hard. If he'd ever felt like keeping that part of his life private, he'd thoroughly destroyed that option.

Takao smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'd be happy to help. It should be fun, right?"

Fujioka smiled back, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah!" Reigning himself back a bit, he added, "I mean, I know it might be boring for you but—"

Takao snickered and waved the comment off. "Come on, come on, like I said, I owe you! Plus, conversation and food is never boring." He smiled again. "Good luck with this 'Inoue' girl." Fujioka blushed again.

"Thanks. It's at eight—we'll leave together, right?" Takao nodded and Fujioka let himself out.

Takao sighed again and fought the urge to lie back down and continue his game. It was already six so he'd be leaving soon... it was probably for the best to take a shower and not just sit around until the last minute. Then again, that boss wasn't gonna defeat itself.

Then again, he didn't want to arrive less than presentable.

Then again, it was a goukon for heteros anyway.

Then again, he felt he owed it to Fujioka to put some effort in.

Then again, laziness.

Takao smacked both of his cheeks to snap himself out of it. He bounced out of bed and prepared to take a shower.

So... bored...

Takao thought the same thing over and over, the phrase itself actually playing in his head. The group date turned out to be even more tiresome than Takao expected—and big social events were usually his thing. He focused on his food and made sure to eat at a slower pace to make his lack of involvement seem more natural, as if he was just busy eating. He glanced over at Fujioka.

"He seems to be enjoying himself..." Takao huffed, not at all sulking.

The whole set up was awkward. There apparently hadn't been anyone to introduce people to one another, but more importantly, the seating arrangement was off. Takao was sure that initially it was supposed to have been boys and girls each seated on their respective sides, but Fujioka had instantly sat down next to the Inoue girl. This displaced another girl into sitting next to Takao. Fortunately for her, she was getting along very well with the guy sitting on her other side, both seeming like the quiet, bookish type. The whole thing seemed rushed and last-minute. Furthermore, there was one of those guys at the date. Sometimes, these things are set up simply as an excuse to be around one incredibly good-looking person. It's obvious that the group date is one of these when three out of the five women in the group spend all of their time talking to one dude.

The boy in question was very tall, had to be at least six feet, Takao guessed. He had blond hair and these almost girly eyes and face, but a super fit body to counteract it. Aside from his undeniable attractiveness, he even seemed to have a good personality. Of course, he was being completely bombarded by the three girls who were all trying to get his attention, so there was no way for Takao to know for sure.

Apparently he was a model? He managed to catch that much since the girls wouldn't shut up about it.

The guy sitting on Takao's left, though, was a different story. The nicest word he could think of to describe him was 'intimidating' but the first word that sprung to his mind had been 'surly'. Takao covertly stole another look at him.

There's that angry face again. What's he so mad about? That blond guy getting all the attention maybe?

He had green hair, short but still long enough that it covered his forehead, resting right above his eyes. The way his arms were crossed made him look ready to leave at any moment despite his plate of food remaining virtually untouched. His glasses had no top frame and he just... looked... pissed off. Takao just couldn't get past how pissed he looked.

"You look pissed."

The green-haired boy's eyes flicked downwards, glaring at him.

"What did you say?"

Takao nearly jumped. "Who me?" He cracked a smile, having to force it a bit. No one's voice had any business being that deep—especially some college kid with green hair. And his tone matched his expression, to boot. The guy didn't answer him but wouldn't break eye contact, like he was intent on breaking Takao's will to converse with him. He found himself chuckling instead.

"Ah, I just pointed out that you look like you might flip this table over."

He finally looked away. "Don't be ridiculous."

Wow, that's abrasive. My god, he must leave such a shitty taste in people's mouths.

"So what is it? That's got you so mad, I mean," Takao probed. The guy stayed quiet.

Ignoring me, huh?

"You get dumped recently?" No response. "Are you a vegetarian?" A quick glance at his build and Takao had a strong hunch that wasn't it. Jeez, this guy was insanely fit, too. In fact, he also had to be tall—what the hell was with these two guys?

"Oh!" Takao lowered his voice and leaned in a little closer. "Is it because the three available girls are all wet for Mr. Model over there?"

"Wha—?!" The green-haired boy jerked away from him and stared at him in what was very clearly disgust. The slight red rising in his cheeks also hinted at embarrassment. He regained most of his composure and sat up straight again, readjusting his glasses. "...Repulsive."

"Pft!" Takao himself hadn't even anticipated that snicker. And he certainly hadn't expected that reaction—what was that about? "Calm down, I'm just kidding! I hardly think he's repulsive just because he's popular with girls."

"Not him— the thing you said!" he replied instantly, actually snapping back at him.

What is this?

"Huh? What repulsive thing did I say?" The red in his cheeks got just a little darker.

"You know exactly what you said. And to say something like that when the people you're referring to are right in front of you truly is revolting."

Ugh, well that was technically fair. Takao pouted and returned his attention to his plate. It took about four seconds before he couldn't help but look back at the guy.

Seriously, what is this?

"If I said sorry, would I still be repulsive?" he asked.

The giant was quiet for a moment before saying, "Why would that matter at all to me?"

Takao smirked. "So you can show that much distaste towards something that doesn't matter at all to you?"

This guy is funny.

"You don't make any sense." He needlessly adjusted his glasses again. "And you ask too many questions."

I wanna be his friend.