To Close For Your Own Good

"Okay, real talk," Kikidori said as they sat on the floor, backs against the bed, sharing a bag of chips. "If you had to fuck one of our classmates, who would it be?"

Ere'ana crunched on a chip, thinking. "Hypothetically?"

"Obviously."

She shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe Renji. He's kinda hot in a 'probably makes terrible life choices' way."

Kikidori made a face. "You have awful taste."

"Says the guy who would totally go for Hitomi if she showed the slightest interest."

"Hey! Hitomi is—"

"A nightmare?"

"I was gonna say 'intense.'"

"Same thing."

Kikidori huffed. "Whatever. Your taste is still worse."

"Please, Kiki. If we were desperate enough, we'd probably just fuck each other before we let that happen."

There was a beat of silence.

Then Kikidori laughed. "God, that'd be the dumbest decision ever."

"Right? We'd ruin everything."

"Yup."

Another pause.

Ere'ana glanced at him. "You ever think about it though?"

He side-eyed her. "What? Sleeping with you?"

"Yeah."

Kikidori considered that for a second before shaking his head. "Nah. Wouldn't work. We'd just start talking in the middle of it about some dumb shit and forget we were even doing it."

Ere'ana cracked up. "Holy fuck, you're right! We'd be in the middle of it, and one of us would be like, 'Oh shit, did you see that new anime episode?' and then it'd be over."

Kikidori shook his head. "Exactly. No point even trying."

They clinked their soda cans together in agreement and went back to their chips.

Just friends. Always had been. Always would be.