Hashi. When I first met that sweaty little gremlin, I knew he was going to be trouble. He had that whole "pale and awkward" thing going for him. It was apparent the little guy had next to no self-confidence. His clothes were all oversized and baggy, which did nothing to hide the stick figure physique underneath—all pale, no muscle, and almost no fat at all. The only thing he was really good for was…looking cute. If I didn't have other things to do, I would probably keep Hashi as a pet, just because he's so easy to tease. And yet, despite all that, he's still somehow managed to cling onto me like glue. It's actually quite impressive how much effort he puts into hanging out with me, considering he's such an obvious loser.
I can't lie, though. The more I hung around Hashi, the more I found myself enjoying his company. There's just something about the way he looks up at me with those big, dark eyes of his and nervously tugs on his sweaty mop of hair when he's nervous; it's just so endearing.
It started out as a simple "joke": I'd pretend to flirt with him during lunch break to see how far things could go before he got tongue-tied or embarrassed himself. I never went beyond that for the first couple of days, though I think I'm ready to take things further now that we've been hanging out for a few weeks. Hashi's still shyer than most girls I've dated, but I know he's ready for something more intimate, and I plan on giving him exactly that—his first time. Maybe I'll do that later today after school…
The bell rang early that afternoon, signaling the end of our classes for the week. After that, I headed back home with Hashi under my arm. He was nervous, and I didn't blame him. He's never been to another guy's place before, let alone stayed over for the night. It was all going to be blisteringly new to him. But no worries—I knew how to make lovesick dorks feel special.