How Could You? (Souyo)

Catfish

Yosuke's POV:

"Yosuke!" Teddie calls from downstairs. "Dad says you're working today!"

I groan, clutching my pillow tighter. "It's not my shift today," I muffle into the pillow.

"Hurry up!" He yells.

~~~

Yawning, I head over to the shelves.

I have to snap myself awake to realize just what's in stock.

Calamity Ruins 2!?

No freaking way!

I look around, expecting everyone to be crowding around to see the greatest movie ever's sequel. Nobody gives a damn.

Shit... I never knew we had these in stock! I mean... what the hell!?

I pick up the box, smile widening.

Maybe I'll be able to watch this with Yu after all.

That, and I so gotta tell Yuna. I bet she'll geek, too.

"You'll be lucky if I don't tell your dad about this," Suzuki snickers, standing behind me.

"Shit, dude." I jump, gripping the box even tighter. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

"You can't just take it," he smirks, folding his arms.

"Like I was gonna do that," I scoff. "Of course I was gonna pay."

"Hm," he nods slowly. "And I'll need to be paid to keep my silence."

"Are you for real?" I furrow a brow.

"C'mon, Hanamura," he chuckles. "You're on the clock, man. Imagine how bad this is gonna look for the store's reputation."

I sigh, putting the disk back on the rack. "Whatever, man."

"And I bet lovergirl isn't into guys like that."

I look back to him, eyes widening. "Lovergirl?

"Yeah," he shrugs. "Your... distraction girl?"

"Yuna?"

"Her," he nods.

I bite my lip. "You're right."

"She hasn't dumped you already, has she?" He mutters.

"No," I shake my head. "Things are just difficult."

"How so?"

"I can't talk to her," I say. "I mean, I can, but I can't."

He narrows his eyes.

"I- I know it's stupid—"

"Invite her over to your place," he suggests. "With no ulterior motives."

"Dude, I'm not that much of a perv."

Yeah, yeah, I know it's a lie.

"So do it," he scoffs.

"Can't."

"Why not?"

I tense my shoulders. "She's from the city."

"The city?"

"Yes," I groan.

"...So, how did you meet her?" He folds his arms.

"A dating app," I shrug. "I don't see what that has to do with anything."

"And she's definitely who she says she is, right?"

My nostrils flare. "The hell does that mean?"

"Have you seen her face?"