I Want More

Ryota was jolted awake by the incessant ringing of his phone, his annoyance peaking when he saw it was Akiru on the line. He answered with a huff, "What do you want? Why are you calling me at this ungodly hour?" Akiru, unfazed, replied, "Sorry, Ryo san, but today's Kite's birthday. Just a friendly reminder." Ryota scoffed, "You woke me up for that? How unnecessary!" and promptly hung up. He rolled out of bed, stretched, and grumbled, "Idiots, all of them," before shuffling off to the bathroom.

Throughout the day, he made it his mission to critique Akiru at every turn, even blaming him for Kite's antics. But as the school day wrapped up, they decided to ditch practice and indulge in ice cream to celebrate Kite's special day. The whole volleyball team, along with Yuji, made their way to the shop. Ryota declared, "I'll cover the bill. Consider it my gift to you all," prompting a chorus of playful sneers and laughter. As they savored their ice cream, they engaged in a series of mischievous pranks. Suddenly, Yuji had a lightbulb moment; he rummaged through his bag and presented a book to Kite, exclaiming, "Happy birthday!" Kite nearly wrapped himself around Yuji's leg, showering him with gratitude, for the gift was none other than the latest limited edition of his beloved manga.

As Yuji prepared to indulge in his ice cream, Ryosuke inadvertently knocked his hand, sending the delightful treat tumbling onto Yuji's shirt. "I'm so sorry! And I don't even have a spare shirt!" Ryosuke exclaimed, panic in his voice. Yuji, ever the good sport, quickly replied, "No, no, it's fine!" He then turned to our elite foursome and inquired, "Do any of you have an extra shirt?" Ryota, with a mischievous glint in his eye, produced a shirt emblazoned with "my cutecumber." "Oops! That belonged to my big brother when he was my age. It's the only spare I have," he fibbed, knowing full well he had another. Yuji shrugged, "Aah! That's alright," and promptly stripped off his shirt. Ryota's expression remained stoic, but inside, he was a whirlwind of thoughts: "Cute, cute, cute, so cute!" As Yuji donned the shirt, it clung to him like a second skin, accentuating his physique in a way that was nothing short of mesmerizing. Yuji playfully tousled Ryota's hair, offering a heartfelt "thank you." Ryota, maintaining a stoic facade, replied with a simple "my pleasure," while internally he was exclaiming, "Oh yes, you're absolutely adorable, Yuji-san!"