Sorami-Otako

Yui slept soundly, her hand holding onto Yosuke's shirt. Yosuke's face was about as red as Yukiko's shirt as he kept himself still, only breathing slightly as Yui snuggled into his side. "...Damn... were you that tired, Yui...?" Yosuke muttered, bringing up a hand to hug his best friend... who was he fooling? If it was just a best friend thing, he wouldn't be blushing so hard, his heartbeat wouldn't be so damn fast, and he would not be thinking about brushing his hand through her hair, and NOT thinking about kissing her. Why did she fall asleep on him...? Yosuke blinked, steeled himself, and looked down at Yui's sleeping face. She looked kin

"Yo, Yosuke!" Yui called out, and Yosuke had to try to stop his heart from pounding too hard as he turned towards his partner and leader. Her long hair fell by her waist, her light green eyes reflected the grass they were standing on, and Yosuke felt like his entire day was brightened. Not that he would tell his leader that. "You wanna hang out today?" Yosuke nodded, excited that she actually wanted to hang out with him instead of the other girls on the team. "Yeah!" Yosuke gripped his hands together. "Where do you want to hang out?" Yui made a humming sound and brought one hand to her chin. Yosuke then noticed that Yui's skirt was dyed blu

"Hey.... Who put in a suggestion like that?" Yosuke said in a teasing voice. Yui sighed, rubbing her head. Yosuke's tone of voice, plus her mental ability to almost be able to sense another's feelings, had Yui think that Yosuke put it in. "Was it you, Chie?" Yui saw Chie turn her head towards Yosuke, an angry look on her face. "Yeah, right! Why would I do such a thing?" Yui also noted that Chie was usually serious about dating issues, and would never joke about it. "What's... a group date cafe?" Yukiko asked, a look of utter confusion on her face. Chie scoffed. "Who knows? I doubt anyone would vote for it. Our class is actually pretty seri

Yosuke Hanamura looked up from the broken CD inside the case- Satonaka was going to kill him- to find the transfer student standing there, her name written up on the board, and her nervously shuffling on her feet, her hands adjusting the ribbon on her shirt. Her silver hair brushed over her shoulders, reaching down to her chest. Yosuke tried to shake his mind off of staring at her breasts as King Moron ranted about how she was a slut, and how she could try to not flirt with all the boys and 'infect' them... and how she was a loser. "Excuse me." She turned to the teacher, her eyebrows creased downwards and her face in a frown. Yosuke had a fe