My Kind Of History Class

Kikidori and Haruna strolled into history class, still slightly exhausted from gym but relieved to be in a chill period. Their teacher, Mr. Tanaka, was the definition of "I don't get paid enough for this." He barely taught, barely cared, and as long as nobody set the classroom on fire, he pretty much let them do whatever they wanted.

As expected, Mr. Tanaka was already slouched in his chair, scrolling through his phone. "Alright, class, do whatever. Just don't make me do actual work," he muttered.

Haruna grinned. "I love this man."

Kikidori chuckled as they took their seats near the back. The classroom quickly devolved into chaos—people were on their phones, some were drawing on desks, and a few groups had already started playing card games.

Then, of course, came the dumbasses of the class.

"Yo, let's play a game," one of the guys, Daichi, announced loudly.

Haruna perked up. "Ooooh, what kind of game?"

Daichi smirked. "Dirty Truth or Dare."

A few students instantly gathered around, their interest piqued. Kikidori sighed, already knowing this was going to be stupid, but Haruna's tail was swaying with curiosity.

"You in, Kiki?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

Kikidori rolled his eyes. "Fine. But if this gets too stupid, I'm out."

They all sat in a loose circle, anticipation buzzing in the air.

"Alright, I'll go first," Daichi said, looking around before his gaze landed on Haruna. "Truth or dare?"

Haruna grinned. "Dare, obviously."

Daichi smirked. "I dare you to… lick Kikidori's neck."

Kikidori's entire body stiffened. "What?!"

Haruna, on the other hand, just snorted. "That's weak."

Kikidori turned to her, eyes wide. "Wait, you're actually considering it?"

She shot him a teasing look. "A dare's a dare, Kiki~."

Before he could protest, Haruna leaned in and—

Lick.

Kikidori froze.

A shiver ran down his spine as her warm tongue briefly touched the side of his neck.

The circle exploded with laughter and cheers.

"Yo, she actually did it!"

"That was way too smooth!"

Meanwhile, Kikidori was still processing what the hell just happened. His entire face felt like it was on fire.

Haruna pulled back, wiping her mouth dramatically. "Eh. You taste like sweat and regret."

Kikidori groaned. "I hate you."

She winked. "Nah, you love me."

The game continued, with dares getting increasingly wild—people were forced to do stupid dances, confess embarrassing secrets, and one poor guy even had to wear a bra over his uniform for the rest of class.

Finally, it was Kikidori's turn. He exhaled, calming himself after that disaster. "Alright, Daichi. Truth or dare?"

Daichi smirked. "Dare."

Kikidori grinned. "I dare you to tell the teacher you have diarrhea and need to leave."

The entire circle lost it.

Daichi groaned but stood up, walking dramatically toward Mr. Tanaka's desk. "Sir," he said with the most serious voice possible, "I have diarrhea. I need to go."

Mr. Tanaka didn't even look up from his phone. "Yeah, whatever. Just don't tell me about it."

Daichi walked back, fist-pumping. "Easiest dare ever."

The game continued until the bell rang, and everyone scattered, still laughing at the chaos.

As Kikidori and Haruna walked out, she nudged him playfully. "Admit it, that was fun."

He grumbled, still slightly flustered. "You're never living that dare down."

She smirked. "Oh, I know."

Kikidori sighed. This girl is going to be the death of me.

The end of chapter 6.