Gale raised his eyebrow as Sayuri seemed to act up about something. As if without awareness of anyone nearby, she examined her undergarments, and Gale unintentionally saw a peek of blood.
"Are you injured?" asked Gale.
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Gale clasped his fingers together. The thing is, he wasn't sure.
"Everyone seems to have forgotten, but I still remember, Sayuri. I can't get that out of my head," replied Gale, sighing as he spoke.
"Everyone seems to have forgotten, but I still remember, Sayuri. I can't get that out of my head," replied Gale, sighing as he spoke.
Gale smiled gently when he saw the two kids. He never had young siblings, though he occasionally wondered what having one was like. Sayuri's little moment of interaction with them showed the positive sides of it.
The idea of a pillow fortress weirded Gale out, though he said nothing. Did Seiichi even have something like that, he wondered. Gale sat down, crosslegged, just beside Sayuri's bed, watching her do whatever she did in her room. To Gale, Sayuri was a tomboy, but definitely a girl.
Wait, was he supposed to visit a girl's house, just like that? It was Seiichi, or Sayuri's, but she was still a girl nonetheless.
"A guy visiting a girl's house..." Gale muttered under his breath.
The idea of a pillow fortress weirded Gale out, though he said nothing. Did Seiichi even have something like that, he wondered. Gale sat down, crosslegged, just beside Sayuri's bed, watching her do whatever she did in her room. To Gale, Sayuri was a tomboy, but definitely a girl.
Wait, was he supposed to visit a girl's house, just like that? It was Seiichi, or Sayuri's, but she was still a girl nonetheless.
"A guy visiting a girl's house..." Gale muttered under his breath.
Gale grunted softly when Sayuri punched him in the chest, but he sighed. Mentally adjusting from Seiichi the guy to Sayuri the girl seemed to be doing more of a number on his own mind. Sayuri seemed to get into the role extremely well.
He shrugged. "Lead the way."
He shrugged. "Lead the way."
Gale glanced at Sayuri and cocked his head. She was acting weird, dragging him off like that with a cheeky grin on her face.
He walked up beside her and looked down, imagining Seiichi in Sayuri's place. Seiichi wouldn't place his hand on his waist like that. Seiichi wouldn't sway his hips as he walked. And his footsteps weren't as light and cheery.
"You're acting weird, Seiichi," Gale whispered.
He walked up beside her and looked down, imagining Seiichi in Sayuri's place. Seiichi wouldn't place his hand on his waist like that. Seiichi wouldn't sway his hips as he walked. And his footsteps weren't as light and cheery.
"You're acting weird, Seiichi," Gale whispered.
The rest of the trip to the classroom involved as little words as possible. Gale also guessed that it involved Sayuri half-walking, half-stumbling, the rest of the way. Shorter legs making it harder to walk seemed counter-intuitive, but perhaps Sayuri was exhausted from the body shift. Considering that she slept through most of it, Gale could not understand why.
Seiichi's best friend must have also been Sayuri's, and Takumi Ikeda swooped it effortlessly to shoulder Sayuri's burdens. Gale didn't mind, at least, until Takumi mouthed something in his direction. He didn't catch what he meant, but a momentary defensive scowl said enough.
Gale cocked his head at Takumi. He saw him go back to hovering around Sayuri and did not seem to notice Gale's confusion. Perhaps Takumi was referring to sex. Gale's father expressly prohibited him from doing anything sexually, but Gale got the idea that sex was something intimate. Nothing that would result from a day spent together.
Sighing, Gale took his seat, just beside Sayuri's table, and looked at the whiteboard. Class passed by with not much that went into his mind. He kept stealing glances towards his own chest, fearing even the slightest bulge that formed.
Seiichi's best friend must have also been Sayuri's, and Takumi Ikeda swooped it effortlessly to shoulder Sayuri's burdens. Gale didn't mind, at least, until Takumi mouthed something in his direction. He didn't catch what he meant, but a momentary defensive scowl said enough.
Gale cocked his head at Takumi. He saw him go back to hovering around Sayuri and did not seem to notice Gale's confusion. Perhaps Takumi was referring to sex. Gale's father expressly prohibited him from doing anything sexually, but Gale got the idea that sex was something intimate. Nothing that would result from a day spent together.
Sighing, Gale took his seat, just beside Sayuri's table, and looked at the whiteboard. Class passed by with not much that went into his mind. He kept stealing glances towards his own chest, fearing even the slightest bulge that formed.
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Gale felt Sayuri's arm tug at his shoulder, and he was a little surprised that Sayuri snatched the lead from someone taller than her. As the pair left the basketball court, the worried-looking Sayuri whispered something that raised a different thought in Gale's mind. Perhaps Sayuri was now attractive to the male mind. Gale felt that Sayuri was pretty, too, but the implication of her previous maleness made that thought sink over and over again inside Gale's mind.
He had to admit it though, at least in private.
"You're kind of pretty. If I didn't know that you were Seiichi..." Gale's voice trailed off, and he facepalmed. It sounded a lot better in his mind, he thought.
"Let's just go to class," mumbled Gale.
He had to admit it though, at least in private.
"You're kind of pretty. If I didn't know that you were Seiichi..." Gale's voice trailed off, and he facepalmed. It sounded a lot better in his mind, he thought.
"Let's just go to class," mumbled Gale.
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