"What's scary about that bookworm?" Yukiko glanced at Eri's empty seat.
Safe, she smirked: "Yesterday, I even kissed..."
Leak caught, mouth snapped.
"Kissed?!" Yuka lit up, gossip-hungry. "You him? Him you? Where? How long..."
Yukiko flushed beet, waving frantic: "J-Just slip—don't ask!"
"Pfft, know you," Yuka grinned. "Freudians? Pure truth! Spill—besties hide this?"
"Fine—swear silence," Yukiko said. "No blabs!"
"Vow!" Yuka hand-up. "Leak it? Doomed boyfriend-less forever!"
"Harsh!" Yukiko gawked.
"No boys—men fine..."
Yukiko puffed cheeks; Yuka wheedled: "C'mon—gossip tease kills!"
Pestered, Yukiko blushed out yesterday's dual pecks.
"Eh? That's it?" Yuka laughed. "Hoped French—face only? Yukiko, too..."
Stumped: "High schoolers now—face-kisses? Kid stuff."
"Next: wet kiss Hayashi-kun—love hotel haul!"
"Eri's childhood pal? Can't compete!"
"What?!"
Scene-flash: heart hammered, cheeks blazed.
"W-Wet kiss? Love hotel... Mom says girls self-respect—crush fine, no casual..."
"Pfft, old-school," Yuka shrugged. "Our juniors? Post-junior hotel romps galore."
"You look trendy—core traditionalist."
"Bad?" Yukiko huffed. "Mom: men crave homemaker wives—why I cook."
Yuka scanned, shocked: "Yukiko—plotting Hayashi marriage?!"
"W-Who marries that jerk?!" Yukiko denied. "Echoed Mom—no him!"
"Better not," Yuka advised. "Marriage? Miles off! Youth: date packs—pick hot, rich, promising."
"Your way," Yukiko cheek-propped, dreamy. "Parents first-loves—bickers rare, mostly lovey. Like Mom someday."
"Your first: him," Yuka grumbled. "Wanna wed him. But Hayashi? Cute, sleuth-sharp—future bright."
"No saint!" Yukiko shot. "Jerk-mean, bully-quick, danger-dumb despite worry..."
Rants Shuichi-soaked; Yuka sighed: "Star-obsessed? Career gal. Nah—lovebrain!"
"Off-track?" Yukiko refocused. "School or act now?"
"Tough call," Yuka tilted. "Hey, Ni-chome's new psychic—girls rave love reads. Try?"
"Psychic? Legit?" Yukiko wavered.
Overhear: "Let a con script your life? Brain-fried."
Girls turned: Shuichi.
"Hayashi-kun, unseen—con sure?" Yuka challenged.
"Ten psychics: nine cons, one's worse," Shuichi warned. "Skip victimhood."
"Ignore him," Yuka huffed. "She's spot-on—nails lots!"
"Spot-on?" Shuichi asked. "You saw her?"
"...No, but school girls did—rave accurate!"
"I nail your stuff too," Shuichi scoffed. "Psychic me?"
"Pfft—prove it. Accuracy test?" Yuka dug in.
"You preached Yuka-logic, but virgin—no hotel," Shuichi stated. "Plus, vacation beau? No kiss, rare hand-hold. Right?"
"You..." Yuka crimson, mouth agape—silent.
"No way, Yuka," Yukiko gaped. "You bragged vacation first-kiss..."
Yuka scanned, hand-gagged Yukiko: "Quiet, missy!"
"But Shuichi said..."
"He... nailed it," Yuka mumbled head-low. "Bluffed you—I'm... same."
(End of Chapter)
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