This choice: Futaba brings Akira to her room, and tries to put some moves on him. • Go Back...Chapter #8Making Moves by: Frost   The short walk home to the Sakura residence was much less eventful than Akira expected. The giant girl did hold him much tighter than he was comfortable with. Her hands were sweaty, her clammy palms soaking Akira and his clothes.
She entered the house and kicked off her boots, wasting no time in taking her Key Item into her own dominion. A cheesy smile still on her face, Futaba dropped Akira on the bed, giggling as he bounced just slightly.
“So…” Futaba spoke up, her hands behind her back. “H-how are you doing?”
“Good,” Akira said. “Aside from my size, I’m doing just fine. Although, I’m glad you came to pick me up.”
Futaba felt her knees go weak. “Y-you are?”
Akira nodded, not noticing her friend’s knees buckling slightly. “Yeah, Takemi-san threatened to eat me if I stayed too long.”
“That’s terrible!” Futaba yelled. “Y-you know… I would never do that to you, Akira.”
Akira noted the inflection on the word “I.” This wasn’t going to end well for him. The best he could do at the moment was deflect and all come-ons Futaba had. It was a game of letting her down gently. Of course, given his size, this was a game he could very easily lose.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” he said, politely agreeing with her. “You’d never do that to a friend, right?”
Futaba felt a pang in her chest. “F-friend?”
“Yeah,” Akira said, shifting the conversation in his favor.
“J-just a friend?” Futaba asked.
Akira shook his head. “I mean, we’re closer than just friends. You’re more like a little sister.” He felt that this was an acceptable answer. He got the point across that he wasn’t interested, but he still let Futaba know that she was important in his life. He couldn’t have phrased it better if he tried.
According to the twitch in her left eye, however, that statement did not go over as well as he thought it would.
“A little… sister?” Futaba scooped the shrunken boy up, closing him in her fist until just his head stuck out. “A-are you sure about that, Akira?”
Akira thought over his next set of words. Futaba seemed to be not taking no for an answer and was now exploiting her size advantage over him. Whatever Takemi put in those pheromones, it worked too well. Sighing, he decided to...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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