The sound system in Maki's living room continued blasting as she readjusted herself. She leaned back more and put her legs up and over the arm of the couch. She was about to return her attention to the screen when she noticed something. Her slender fingers wrapped around the Kousuke's hand that was laying gently on her side. She pulled it over to the right, bringing his arm across her body before intertwining her fingers and turning to the side.
"Maki..."
"Huh?" She managed as she watched the vampire's head explode.
"You need to stop."
"I know, I know I need to stop renting bad movies. But honestly vampires and robots, it was such a good premise."
She heard him sigh loudly.
"Although that is very true, it's not what I mean."
"Ohh! Did you see that? His neck is it three pieces!"
"Ma-kkkkiiiii"
It was something he had done since childhood. Whenever she was being difficult he would stop dead, scrunch up his face, and call out her name, breaking it in two and draging out the 'ki'.
"Well it was either this or some sappy drama. And we all know that we just don't do sappy dramas. We spend the entire move making fun of the charecters and talking about how ridiculous the whole plot is. At least there are explosions in this."
"I can't."
She rolled her eyes back trying to look at him without having to get up.
"Just stop this." He pulled up his hand, taking hers with him, and brought it into her view.
"I can't anymore." He said. "I'm Miki's..." He pulled his arm away from her and placed the other on her shoulder, forcing her to turn and face him. "Miki, I'm her boyfriend."
"Didn't she have a song-"
"Yeah."
The seriousness of the situation vanished during that exchange, but returned shortly after.
He smiled sadly.
"I just, it isn't really fair to her to..."
Maki licked her lips.
"No, yeah, I... Yeah."
"It's just lately you have been kinda-"
"Whorish?"
"I was going to opt for confusing, but yeah that one fits."
After a few seconds of silence, they started giggling.
It was true. Miki obviously had the upper hand when it came to seduction.
Slut...
It left Maki at a lost. She could pull it off easily enough, the looks, the smiles, the lack of clothing.
It was just that once.
But her follow up was lacking. After she got him into the palm of her hand, she had no idea what to do next. This made for rather sporadic bursts of flirting, kisses, and attempts at subtle contact.
"Koukuu"
Another childhood habit. She didn't remember when she started calling him that, but the name stuck. In an odd way it felt like it was validation of the relationship she had with him. A special thing between them. It was just a nickname, but it felt as though it was some great big secret that connected the two of them. Throughout their entire life, no one else had ever called him that. Just her. For a split second she imagined Miki saying it and cringed.
Maki was looking down at her(his) grey sweatpants. She fiddled with slightly frayed edge of the fabric.
"You're too good for her."
He breathed deeply. Moving himself closer to her, before looking down at his own legs.
"I think that's just a matter of perspective."
"Well, if I'm the one that knows you best, shouldn't mine be the perspective you take?"
She looked up at him.
"Maki-"
"No. Just please, listen to me on this. She's, she..." Maki looked back down at the couch feeling a few tears forming in her eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt." She finnished lamely.
Suddenly she felt his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head.
"Things don't always end badly." He said, in an attempt to ease her worries.
No, sometimes they just end in betrayal