Vehemence - an Original Quintessential Quintuplets Story

15 - A Senseless Night, part 2

"Kiss one of us."

Ichika's words resounded in (Y/N)'s head. K-Kiss? But I barely know these girls...

Miku spoke up. "Ichika, isn't that a bit much to ask from (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) nervously laughed. "I agree, that's... I don't want to go all willy-nilly, kissing girls that I'm not gonna end up even having a relationship with."

Ichika shrugged. "Then you can choose one of us for that relationship."

Nino rapidly waved her hands in front of her. "No. No. I am not spending my life with this guy, sorry."

(Y/N) sighed. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. You'd have to blindfold me and sit in some random order for me to choose from, or something. I'm not going to willingly and consciously choose one of you as my partner." He lowered his voice, "Or, I kiss all of you privately..."

Ichika shrugged again. "Either of those works for me."

"Ichika, if you want a kiss, you can just tell me sometime when we're alone."

She blushed a bit. "I... I never said that..."

"Then stop leading me on."

"Oh, so you enjoy this?"

"I can't say the thought doesn't excite me."

Nino put her arms between the two to stop them. "No kissing. Not up for debate."

"Ugh, Nino, you're such a party pooper." Ichika slouched.

"I'm not a party pooper! I just don't want you two to elope and leave us alone, all because of a kiss."

"I hope you don't see me as that ambitious."

(Y/N) cleared his throat. "Girls. It's fine. It was just a dare. The rules of the game say that I need to do it, but it may cause more harm than good in this case, therefore I must decline."

Nino crossed her arms in satisfaction.

"But...," (Y/N) continued. "You know, maybe Fuutarou should kiss you instead."

"(Y/N)!!!" Fuutarou yelled.

Ichika looked at (Y/N) with wide eyes, conveying a 'not yet, (Y/N)-kun!' message.

(Y/N) laughed. "I'm joking, I'm joking. Another dare, perhaps? To replace the kiss?"

Surprisingly, Fuutarou suggested one. "Give us your best pickup line."

Ichika raised her eyebrow at Fuutarou. "Ooh, Fuutarou-kun, I didn't know you had that spice in you!"

"I'm not all smarts, you know."

(Y/N) put his finger to his chin, thinking. "Hm... if I had one yen for every time I thought of you, I'd only have one yen, since you never leave my mind."

A few of them said "o~" in response.

"Okay, there you go, that's my pickup line. Fuutarou, your turn."

Fuutarou sighed. "Truth."

(Y/N) asked a question that he had personally been wondering for a while. "Why are you so obsessed with studying?"

Fuutarou looked down, as if remembering something dear to him. He sighed as he recalled it. "It's... a long story. Once, I met this girl, in Kyoto. She even saved me from the police, she was so nice... And whatever it was (it was a while ago, I don't remember) compelled me to get off my delinquent butt and start trying. And here I am."

(Y/N) clapped at the inspirational story. "That's deep, bro."

Fuutarou pulled out a little thing from his pocket and rubbed it.