Why do you have to be the one?

I'm not going to lie, I didn't have such high expectations when I entered this school, I knew I wanted a bit of normality, but now here I am up to my neck in a fight that isn't mine, a narcissist and a strange girl, I wonder how many boys my age have gone through this kind of experience, could this be considered something normal? If so, am I doing well?

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka

Kushida's mouth is hanging open as she stares at her diary in my hand. Everything about her says 'it can't be, how did she find out?

Before this moment Suzune met with me, she asked me to distract Kushida for a whole day because she had an idea of how to make Kushida back down, no, better than that, how to make Kushida submit to her. However, there were a few missing pieces... first of all, why was Kushida doing it? It's true that I already knew about her dark side, but it was something that had already been resolved, we had come to an agreement, which leads me to think that she was doing it to somehow get revenge on Horikita, and to get rid of me as a possible future bono obstacle. But... why? Because Suzune refused her attempts to befriend her? No, too petty, although it's still a possibility, there must be something more...

"How did you...?"

Before Kushida could continue his question, Suzune showed him the duplicate key to Kikyo's room.

"It wasn't too difficult... I figured you had to take out your frustrations somewhere... and since the internet proved to be a fruitless place and it would be too dangerous to go around saying and doing what you think, keeping a diary was your only way out."

Suzune delivered her speech in a slow, restrained manner, taking her time with each word, almost as if she was enjoying it and wanted to make it last. However, her expression was an ineligible mask.

"I'll get straight to the point, delete everything that could in any way harm me and Kiyotaka from your cell phone and wherever you've saved the files or you can expose us and I'll make sure that every student in this school gets a copy of your beautiful diary. Which would you prefer?"

Kushida looked from me to Horikita, perhaps hoping that his wish to see us dead would be fulfilled immediately, but nothing happened, no matter how I looked at it there was no escape... it was a risky plan without a doubt.

A very daring all-or-nothing...

But above all, with this attitude Suzune was saying 'If I fall, you fall with me.

Seeing no other way out, Kushida deleted all the files and we tore out the pages of the diary that talked about the incident and then Horikita checked Kushida's cell phone and then gave it to me to check for myself.

It was clean.

I returned the diary.

"Well done," sighed Horikita, "without your puritanical, sweet girl mask you're almost likeable, Kikyo."

Kushida gritted her teeth when she heard her name spoken so casually by a person she hated so much.

"That's why I want to keep her."

"W-what do you mean?"

There was a touch of something in his voice... not hatred or frustration, something strong, but not... how can I put it... bad. It seemed that something was happening inside Kushida at that moment, something that neither Suzune nor I could understand at the time.

"I want you to stay with us, in our class, helping us and being the 'class angel'."

Kushida's eyes widened in surprise, but it only lasted a second.

Then Kushida laughed until he was short of breath, holding his stomach with his arms, after a moment trying to catch his breath and after wiping a tear from his right eye. He walked towards Horikita, standing centimeters away from her, any trace of humor gone. Suzune didn't move, even when Kushida invaded her personal space by standing nose to nose.

"I don't think you understand me, Suzune, I hate you and I'm not going to rest until I can kick you and the idiot you fuck out, am I clear enough?"

"Like water," Horikita replied dismissively, "but I think you're the one who doesn't understand the situation you're in here." Suzune unlocked her cell phone and showed Kushida the photos she had taken from her diary. The air seemed to be trapped in Kushida's lungs for a second before she tried to take the device from Horikita's hand.

A mixture of growl and scream of frustration left the back of Kushida's throat.

"You can't blackmail me forever."

"That's true, I can't," agreed Suzune, "but I sure can in the three years since then."

For a moment it looked as if Kushida was going to explode, his face was all red and his fists were clenched so tightly that they were shaking. Perhaps now for Kushida, Horikita has become the person she hates most in the whole world.

"What do you want?" asked Kushida through gritted teeth. Apparently finally surrendering.



After Kushida left, with a very detailed contract of how she should act from now on in hand, Horikita sat down and ran her hands through her hair, fatigue taking over her expression. Suzune is the kind of person who doesn't rest until she's solved all her problems, so these last few days must have been difficult for her.

"Why didn't you come to me?" I broke the silence.

"What?" Horikita seemed to forget for a moment that she wasn't alone.

"You know we could have solved the problem much faster if you had come to me."

In a less risky way too.

Horikita gave a mocking smile.

"You say that as if every time I came to you, you helped me willingly and I didn't have to juggle anything to get you to help me," she replied, looking deep into my eyes at the accusation shining in them.

She was right, until then I hadn't given any indication that I would help her without a second thought. I approached her and rested my hands close to her hips, my face inches from hers.

"But now it's different," I whispered, and Suzune froze for a second, then took a deep breath. Her eyes darkened with anger.

"Don't play games with me," she replied between her teeth, pushing me away, I have no idea what I've done wrong. "You mean now that you've fucked me you're willing to help me? Is that it?"

That's not what I meant, but it certainly seemed that way. Maybe the way I approached him seemed suspicious. Girls are complicated or I'm a complete idiot when dealing with them, but in this case maybe it's a bit of both.

"You're stressed, you need to rest... would you like some tea?" I offered as best I could. Horikita was still looking at me like I was a jerk when I left to prepare the tea.

When I returned, Suzune was fighting sleep, perhaps because she wasn't in her room or perhaps because she didn't trust me.

"What I meant was that this time I would help because I was directly involved and at risk of expulsion."

I got straight to the point by sitting down next to her with my own cup of tea, Horikita then picked up the cup in front of her and sipped some of the liquid.

"You're right... I guess I am a bit stressed, I'm sorry," she apologized, lowering her eyes.

We sat in silence for a while, Horikita seemed lost in her own mind, her eyes staring at something beyond the window, too far away for me to understand.

"We're not going anymore... well you know." She suddenly announced, looking at me.

"I understand your need to reaffirm that once again, when two people stay there's always the chance of it happening again, especially if the sex was good." I stopped when I noticed Horikita's disdainful look at me, her bright red eyes staring at me with intensity and curiosity.

"How can you say all that without changing your expression and in such a... I don't know, I don't have the words to describe your tone."

I remained silent, my lips, probably flushed from the hot tea, caught my eye and I felt a shiver run down my spine, pushing me towards Suzune. Unable to fully understand what was happening, I leaned towards her, Horikita flinched and looked away, and for a brief minute of internal discussion and hesitation, Suzune leaned back.

Horikita had a taste... I couldn't describe it, it was something all her own, a unique and intoxicating flavor, I grabbed her neck pulling her to me and deepening the kiss. We shouldn't have been kissing and I shouldn't have enjoyed feeling her lips on mine so much. Perhaps because she was my first, I had never kissed or been with anyone before her and so I had no way of knowing if what I was feeling was because it was my first time or if I was feeling it because the person was Suzune.

It was something I still didn't have an answer for.

We separated due to shortness of breath and as I tried to get my breathing back to normal I leaned my forehead against hers without opening my eyes, already missing the feeling, this is wrong. Something is happening and I don't know what it is, I can't describe it. I don't know what makes me want this so much, all this time I've lived very well without a single female touch and now I could hardly hold back.

Maybe because for the first time I had experienced something good and now it was being denied to me. If Suzune wasn't head of the class and didn't crave the A grade so much, we might have a chance of continuing and of this turning into something more. However, I had to get involved with the one girl who was apparently forbidden to me.

Why did it have to be you?

I asked myself as I pulled the girl onto my lap, the warmth and weight of her body bringing back many memories, none of them very welcome at that moment. Suzune hid her face in the gap between my neck and shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"We agreed to stop this." She whispered against my skin, making me shiver.

"Yes"

"Why am I still here?" This question didn't seem to be directed at me, so I settled for curling a lock of her silky hair between my fingers.

"Suzune?"

She slept.

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This time I took the risk of writing from Kiyotaka's point of view, just to test it out lol I hope it was minimally acceptable.

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