How Could You? (Souyo)

We're Friends, Aren't We?

Yosuke's POV:

Damn... These weights are a little too heavy for me...

I really should try some lighter ones, but... Yu wouldn't. He'd tough it out.

I sigh.

I shouldn't have yelled at him, I know that. It's just... feeling like he's gonna leave at any moment now... I hate it.

I hate not being close to him anymore. Everything I do just... tears us apart. I never wanted that. I want things to go back to normal.

Before... He started hanging out with Kanji. Before... he kissed me.

I swallow hard.

I can remember it vividly.

The taste of his lips, the expensive cologne he wears, the way his hands crept up my face...

I drop the weights, blinking.

Even now it... it gets me all nervous.

How could he do that? Seriously...

I shake my head, bending down to pick the weights back up.

I pull them up to my biceps, each in turn, but even that doesn't distract me.

I try not to think about it, but it's always there whenever I look at him.

I want to let it slide, but... I can't. And I know he can't either.

Dammit.

Why'd he have to do it? Why couldn't he have just... been normal?

Maybe normal isn't the right word anymore. I just...

Fuck.

Everything's just a mess.

...Could he really be gay...?

...Holy shit, does he like me?

...

I drop the weights again, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

He can't...

A kiss doesn't mean shit, right? He kissed Kanji... So why would he kiss Kanji if he really liked me?

...So he doesn't like me?

I frown.

I mean... that's good, right? It's not like I like him, either.

...

I exhale. I'm overcomplicating this. He likes girls just as much as me. That's all there is to it.

I drop my weights for the final time, making my way over to the treadmill.

A lot of them are lined up, full of different people.

I keep my head down as I get on one. I switch it on, and increase the speed to 5mph. Should be enough to get me started.

I slide my headphones up, lifting my arms from my side.

This isn't so bad, actually...

I could get a lot more out of this than I could have imagined.

I smile at myself when my phone buzzes.

My heart stops, assuming it's Yu. But it isn't.

Another match.

I should be glad, really. No, I am glad, I just... I'd rather hear from him, is all.

...It sounded like his dad didn't want him home, but...