How Could You? (Souyo)

Confident

Yu's POV:

I close the door behind me quietly. But it's no use: he's still awake.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dojima snaps, standing up.

"...Out," I mutter.

"With who?"

"Does it matter?" I whisper.

"Yes, it does," he snaps. "With who?"

"Jesus, with Kanji, alright!?"

His nostrils flare. "Tatsumi? Again?"

"...So what?"

He looks at me for a moment, narrowing his eyebrows. "And what do the two of you get up to together?"

Making out? Helping his mom? Making out some more??

"Answer me," he grunts.

"Just... stuff," I sigh.

"You're hiding something."

"I'm not, Uncle. I just want to go to my room." I head for the stairs.

"I'll ask you again," he frowns. "What do you do when you're with a punk like him?"

"He's not a punk," I scoff. "He's never done anything wrong. You just make assumptions because of his attitude. You don't know him, so quit it."

He glares at me. "If you bring a guy like him anywhere near my house-"

"Why would I do that?" I snap. "Like you said, this place is your house. Your home. Not mine."

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Yosuke's POV:

Still no reply, huh?

Geez.

I turn my phone over on my stomach, staring at the ceiling.

"I can't sleep," Teddie groans.

"Dude, shut up," I mutter.

"The floor is all hard..."

"Yeah, well..." I sigh.

"Well, what!?" He scoffs. "I want the spare futon."

"No way, man."

"Why not?"

"That's Yu's and-"

"Oh? It's Sensei's?"

I bite my lip. "Yeah... For when he stays over, you know...?"

"Oh... Okay, then." He shrugs, seemingly satisfied with the excuse.

Damn it, Mom... Not even letting a kid like Teddie sleep on the couch? That's cruel. On ME.

"Hey, Yosuke?"

"What?"

"Uh... Can I borrow your phone?"

"Dude, no way," I snap.

"Please?" He begs. "I wanna talk to Sensei."

"...Dude, I-"

Then again, it's true.

Yu did pick up last time when Teddie called...

I think for a moment.

"Okay. Fine." I reluctantly hand him the phone, to which he snatches out of my hand.

"Ooh!"

"Yeah, you're welcome," I scoff, drawing back my arm.

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