HIM – WILL TOMORROW BE OKAY?

Aah, sweet Friday, Tyson thought as he woke up, yawning, just a bit more, just a bit more… looking at the clock, he nodded satisfyingly as it wasn’t even 8 yet. After getting up and setting the pot for coffee, he went to take a quick shower before indulging in a brief overview of this week’s lessons. Just as he was about to put it down, he heard his cell ring loudly, startling him. Looking at the caller, he couldn’t help but grimace. Ugh, what does she want…

“Yo.” Tyson said as he answered the call.

“Yo, yo, lil’ bro,” a cheery, female voice burst out loudly from the other side. “What’s cooking?”

“… hate.”

“What’s that?”

“Nothing. What’s up sis?” Tyson said, changing the topic.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow, ain’t it?” No, no, no…

“… yes-s?”

“I’m coming to visit!”

“Don’t!”

“Why?”

“’Cause!”

“Tsk, I’m coming. It’s been over a year since I last saw you!” No, please, wait, right, I already have plans.

“I already made plans.” Tyson said.

“Yeah, I know, Emma and Jared. I’m looking forward to seeing them too.”

“No, not them.”

“That’s fucking impossible.”

“Shut up bitch, of course it’s possible!”

“Oi, is that a way to address your big sister?!”

“I’ll address you however I want! Point is, don’t come, okay?”

“Wait, is it a girlfriend? Did you finally give up on Emma?”

“Yeah I di—how the fuck do you know about Emma?!!” Did she tell anyone?! Of course she did!

“Of course I do, I’m your big sis after all.”

“… did you tell anyone?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not that much a bitch.”

“So you admit you’re a bitch.”

“Shut up. So, is it a girlfriend?” Will it stop her from coming? Probably…

“… yeah?” Tyson said.

“Great! I can’t wait to meet her!”

“Oi, wait, don’t come!!”

“I’m coming bro! I’ve got a new swimsuit to show you!”

“What the hell’s a swimsuit gotta do with anything here?!”

“Heh, my hubby has been bugging me lately to sex it---”

“Oi, oi, I’m your little brother for the love of god!! Have you no shame?!”

“Eeh, come on, help your big sis out~~”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Ty, wa---” Tyson angrily ended the call, already panting, short of breath. I swear to god, why are all women I know so weird?

Packing up his stuff, he headed off to the classes in a rather sour mood. Aya and Ina, on their own, are quite bad for his heart already… he didn’t even wish to imagine what damage the two of them could do combined. Ugh, I’ll just stuff her at my place until I’m done with Aya… that should be enough. No, wait, if I introduce the two of them, for some ungodly reason I think they’ll click! That means I’ll be ignored?! Dammit Ty, you’re a freaking genius!!

He didn’t really pay attention to the two lectures he had as he was far too busy admiring his genius, and, before long, it was time to pack his things and head out. As per usual, Aya waited for him and the two departed from the class.

“My sister is coming tomorrow,” Tyson got straight to the point. “Said she wanted to meet you.”

“Oh? Already meeting your family? Aren’t we moving too fast?”

“Shut up. I think you two will click.”

“You just want us to talk so you can be free, right?” Aya said, looking at him with a smirk. Eh?! This alien isn’t supposed to be this perceptive!!

“O-of course not! I-I just think, you know, we ought to meet as many people as we possibly can.”

“… tsk, you’re boring. At least be more honest.”

“Fine,” Tyson said, sighing. “I sort of told her you were my girlfriend.”

“…”

“…”

“Sort of?”

“Okay, I told her you were my girlfriend.”

“What for?” Aya asked plainly.

“Well, she kind of knew about my obsession with Emma…”

“Oh, so you realized it was obsession? Good for you.”

“Not the point.”

“Sounded like a point to me.”

“Are you angry?”

“Of course not.”

“I can hear it in your voice.”

“You’re imagining things. Like you imagined you ever had a chance with Emma… or that I’d ever be your girlfriend.” Ugh, that hurt…

“C-come on, we’re f-friends, right? Y-you can pretend for half a day, right?”

“I bet you just want to use it as an excuse to hold my hand and do perverted stuff to me.” Aya said.

“… well, yeah--- I mean, wh-what kind of a man do you think I am?! Oi, you’re laughing! You’re definitely laughing at me!”

“… y-you’re ima-pft—imagining things…”

“… it’s your treat today.” Tyson said, sulking.

“Yeah, yeah,” Aya said as she forced back the laughter. “So, what kind of a person is your sister?”

“…”

“… oi, say something.”

“… I—I can’t…”

“She’s your sister, right? Is she anything like you?”

“N-no…”

“Why do I have a bad feeling about tomorrow?”

“D-don’t worry about it. Just, you know, be yourself…”

“No, I think I’d rather read a book in my comfy room tomorrow.”

“Why read a book when you can live out its cliché contents?” Is she really going to abandon me?!

“Ah, we’re here.”

“Oi, don’t change the subject!”

“Let’s eat cake!”

“…” W-will tomorrow be… okay?

HER – MY CHANCE?

As Aya and Tyson entered the cake shop, they ordered their usual after which Aya headed off to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, her expressionless face crumbled and a slight grin appeared on it. Not good… somehow, I’m really excited about tomorrow. Is it really that simple? To grow to like someone? Is this my chance? No, no, no, not that kid. Aah, what am I fighting against…

When she returned, Tyson was already halfway done with the coffee as he carried worried expression on his face.

“Why are you so secretive about your sister anyway? I promise I’ll come tomorrow, so just say it.” Aya said as she sat down.

“… ugh, it’s nothing, really. She’s just a bit… hyper.”

“Hyper?”

“You know how elementary school kids are rowdy while riding buses in a group?”

“Yeah, they burst your eardrums in a heartbeat.”

“Well… she’s kind of like that… on steroids.”

“Yep, I think I’m staying home.”

“You promised you’d come! Please, just please come!” Ugh, stop looking at me with that face…

“Fine, fine… anyway, you never told me what you want as a present?”

“Your presence is more than enough.”

“… that was disgusting.”

“Oi, don’t immediately shoot down my cool persona!”

“I’m about to vomit over here. Can you just not talk for a while?”

“Aah, whatever,” Tyson said, sighing as he leaned back. “You know, you’re pretty different these days than when I first met you.”

“My bitchy levels are amp’d up?” Aya asked. I know I am idiot, don’t point it out! Whose fault do you think that is?

“Well, there’s that--”

“You’re supposed to deny it.”

“--it’s definitely not that--”

“Good boy.”

“--thanks. Anyway, I don’t know… you’re much more talkative and, if possible, even more direct. More so, though, you don’t seem as cold and as indifferent.”

“I can’t be. You’re just that pathetic.”

“Ugh, you’re really crumbling down my emotional walls over here.”

“I can always use ‘nice’ as a substitute word.”

“Anything but that.”

“What? You’re not a nice guy?” Aya said, smirking.

“Far from it,” Tyson sighed. “I’m even worse. There’s yet a word to be defined to describe me.”

“… oi, if you keep destroying yourself, what will my job be?”

“To pull me back up?”

“… no.”

“You hesitated.”

“Did not.”

“Aww, you care about me.”

“Absolutely not.”

“What’s with the shy act, huh? Eh? Aren’t you the girl who’s all about ‘I’m totes fine with telling y’all about me’?”

“What language is that? Rather, shut up. I’m not.” Don’t push…

“How cute. Is this what they call ‘tsundere act’?” Oh my god I’ve become a tsundere!!! I’ll kill this bastard!!

“… of course I’d pull you up idiot. We’re friends.”

“Wow, that’s some 180 right there.”

“If you flip 180 horizontally, it looks like opened mouth with crossed eyes and uni-brow.” Aya said.

“… what are you doing with your life?”

“Schooling you on things that matter.”

“Ah, speaking of things that matter, how’s your dad?” Tyson asked suddenly, surprising her.

“Oh? Rare of you to bring up a heavy topic.”

“Shut up. I’m worried. Is that so wrong?” … no.

“Yes. It’s creepy.”

“Fine, it’s creepy. I’m a creep. So, how is he? Quench my creepy desires over here.”

“… I don’t know.” Aya said in a lowered tone, hanging her head down. “Mom won’t tell me anything.”

“… didn’t you visit him the other day?” Tyson asked.

“Yeah…”

“Maybe you should head over tomorrow instead of humoring my stupidity.” Tyson said in a serious tone.

“… what’s with sudden consideration? It’s creepy.” He probably can’t say it… ‘there’ll be plenty birthdays, but how many times will you be able to see him again?’…

“… indeed it is. I don’t know what came over me,” Tyson chuckled as he looked away. “Sorry.”

“… I made a promise, didn’t I? So I’ll keep it.”

“What’s with sudden consideration? It’s creepy.”

“At least come up with your own banter. Don’t steal.” Aya said.

“Oh, so we’re not fighting but having a banter? How nice…”

“As if I’d lower myself to your level just to fight,” Aya said, smiling lightly. “It’s much more fun looking from above.”

“From what I recall, I’m the one above you.” Tyson said, smirking.

“You’ll never let that ranking go, will you?”

“It’s practically the only thing I’ve got over you,” … if you only knew… “So I have to keep hanging onto it. It’s my trump card.”

“It can’t be a trump card when you keep pulling it out every time we meet.”

“…”

“What?”

“… nothing, my pervy mind just got jolted there.”

“Per--? Oh, come on dude. At least don’t voice it out.” Aya said, lowering her head as she sighed.

“Heh, but if I didn’t, how would I ever see those adorable reactions of yours?”

“Are you an S? Or are you an M? Please just make up your mind already.”

“… oi, why are you suddenly interested in my bedroom kinks? By the way, feet.”

“…”

“What?! It’s normal!! Internet said so!!”

“Pft… ha ha ha,” Aya burst out in laughter as she placed her head onto the table, her hair rolling over like waves, causing Tyson’s eyes to widen and his cheeks to flush. “You’re really too much…”

“… if you only knew, heh.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“Wow, you’re already practicing! Great!.” … why do I like this idiot anyway?!!

“… yup, I’m not coming tomorrow.”

“Pick me a nice present, okay?”

“Wasn’t I the only present you needed?”

“Then wrap yourself in some nice outfit, ‘kay?”

“… yeah, yeah, just shut up for a minute…”

“’kay~~” Today… my complete defeat… aah…