"Honestly, I have no idea why I even offered,"I explained, stabbing my fork back in the salad that I had prepared earlier that morning for lunch.

Keji narrowed his eyes at me.

"That was the second time, Koushi."

A soft sigh slipped past my lips and I lightly bit at the inside of my cheeks anxiously. I had been trying to give myself the benefit of the doubt by not thinking about my repeated negligence, but Keji just wanted to pour salt into the wound. Mentally, I reminded myself that Keji, while a good friend, was very blunt and didn't intentionally mean any harm. That being said, I still felt like trash.

Where I sat now, the weekend had come and passed and we were all back to our regularly scheduled program of work. However, I still was reminiscing about my misfortunes. I guess it didn't really help that right when I removed myself from the immediate situation, I came and discussed matters with my co-worker, but it's obvious at this point that I don't make the best decisions.

"Yeah, I know that but he's just so-"

Frantically, I waved my hands around, partially to attempt to find the right words but also trying to talk with my hands.

"He's just so, Daichi."

Keji crossed his arms and rested them on the table.

"That was very descriptive."

The Raveonettes sarcasm causes a small smile to force its way onto my face as I gave him a weak shove but I didn't even try to rephrase the statement. At this point it was hopeless, if I couldn't even explain it to someone else, there was no way that I'd be able to understand it myself.

I began to pack up the reminders of my food.

Recess was almost over and all the kids would probably be on their way in pretty soon. Usually, for recess our gym teacher, Bokuto, would watch the kids while the other teachers got to eat lunch. Hence Keji and I having the time alone to talk about my problems.

Thinking about Bokuto reminded me that I had something to ask Keji.

"While we're on the topic of the men that won't get out of our lives, how are things going with Bokuto?"

A sheer hint of red spread across Keji's face.

"He just won't leave me alone, very persistent."

I smirked at him, "He won't leave you alone? Last I heard from you, you were thinking about giving him your number."

"To get him off my back!" the man exclaimed back, now wearing a look of betrayal.

I lowly snickered at him, he was so very obviously interested in Bokuto but I knew he would never openly admit it. As much as I would have loved to milk the situation, the bell that signified the end of recess rang through the halls.

Keji and I headed back to our rooms, making small conversations here and there.

"Keji, wait up!" A voice yelled from behind.

I didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Bokuto. Keji side-eyed me, silently begging me not to leave him alone. For a millisecond, I considered being a good friend and staying there with him but soon decided that if I had to suffer multiple awkward encounters, Keji should too. It was only fair.

Smiling smugly to myself, I muttered a quiet goodbye to both of the men and walked solemnly to my classroom.

-

The day ended just as it had begun, in absolute toddler chaos. Parents trying to drag their kids out of the room to take them home.

Almost all the kids, excluding Tobio and the ones that were getting collected by their parents, were running all around the classroom doing whatever popped into their minds. Tobio, on the other hand, was posted in the desk nearest to mine, sitting there as if he were guarding me against the absolute pandemonium that was playing out.

It was very apparent that he had taken a whole different attitude towards me since I had been to his house. One mention of volleyball and the kid was practically wrapped around your finger, not that I minded anyways. Most of the kids liked me, so when Tobio had his prejudice towards me a couple of weeks ago, I was understandably nervous. But that was all behind us now.

He continued his self-proclaimed duties up until the point that Shoyou walked up to him and started excitedly yelling in his face about god knows what. I couldn't really hear from all the noise that was emitted from all over, but I'm not really sure that I would even want to. Shoyou was interesting, to say the least.

Gradually, as more and more parents arrived, the noise began to die down. It was to the point that there were really only about five to six kids that remained.

I tried my best to keep my cool but it was getting increasingly difficult as time passed. The more and more people that left meant the more private the room would be when Daichi finally showed up. He did have a habit to show up late and most of the time last. And after I had spent the night at his house, he had gotten very comfortable.

It was hard to describe but he had changed in a way. Not in a bad way but it was a change nonetheless. I wanted to call it flirting but I didn't want to get my hopes up, and I quickly put that thought to the back of my mind.

Most of the kids that had remained slowly left the facility and, just as I feared only Tobio and I remained.

Knowing that Tobio was probably bored at this point, I pulled up a volleyball match on my laptop and handed it to him so he would have something to watch. Usually, people wouldn't want their private electronics in the hands of children but I don't have anything to hide so there was no point.

Tobio and I made small talk and joked around as we waited. Not that the wait was that long because, after a couple of minutes, there was a light knock against the doorframe. I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was because the knock was instantly followed by the oh, so familiar voice that belonged to Daichi.

"There go my two favorite boys!"

Flirting, the thought resurfaced. I once again pushed it back before responding.

"I'm a grown man, so I'm not sure who the other boy is."

Daichi gave me a small, playful smirk. " My favorite boy and my number one, most adored man."

My knees went a little weak and I mentally thanked God that I wasn't standing close enough to Daichi for him to notice.

"If we're your favorites, then why are you so late?" I questioned dismissively counter to Daichi's endearing words.

"It wouldn't feel as special if there were other people around now would it?"

I rolled my eyes at the man, trying not to make it obvious that I was swooning over him as he approached me. Lightly, he grabbed onto the lower part of my forearm, almost grabbing my hand causing me to abruptly face him.

"You're coming over this weekend, right?"

Say no, my brain screamed at me.

You're getting too deep into this, it continued.

"Yeah, of course."