Chapter 9

"Oh….. my god," Wafi muttered, watching as Hisoki turned the corner and out of the boy's eyesight. Yoshi punched him in the side. This is why he doesn't hang out with Wafi. "Come on," Yoshi mutters, turning the other way and pulling Wafi along with him, the other boy following. "Our teacher is gay," Wafi mumbles, and Yoshi does want to punch him in the throat. That might get him to stop talking. "Our teacher doesn't have to be gay. He could be pan or bi. Stop acting so shocked."

"But like- isn't that crazy! This is like a big gay family!" Yoshi wanted to die. The two walked out of the side door, going towards Wafi's car. "You and I are the only gay ones. Baker's pan, and so is Kai. Harley's straight, and Mago is…. Something." Yoshi explained, heading towards the parking lot, which unluckily is on the other side of the school. "Ok, fine. A big gay, pan, straight, something family! Perfect." Yoshi only sighed, facepalming. This is why Baker was his favorite.

As the two reached the car, Yoshi's phone buzzed. He grabbed it, seeing it was a text message from Hisoki. He didn't think anyone texted Hisoki as a conversation, but it was still nice to have his number for homework. It was an Apple Maps address, a place in central Tokyo. It wasn't too far from the school, which was nice. Wafi unlocked the car, a soft beep coming from the metal vehicle. Yoshi crouched to get inside the car, throwing his backpack in the seat behind him.

Yoshi texted him back. Thanks! Let's cross our fingers that we have enough money. Yoshi added a pinky emoji, before sending it, turning his head to watch Wafi step inside the car.

"You got it?" He asks, shutting his door, and turning on the car. Yoshi nods, buckling his seatbelt, Wafi doing the same. "Yep, hold on." He mumbles, clicking on the directions. "It's not that far, which is good for us. They have picked up." Yoshi says, showing a picture of the small restaurant. "Oh, we can go to my house and eat. My parents will be cool with it." Yoshi's phone buzzed as he was showing Wafi, the boy smirking. "You got a text from Hisoki." He teased, winking towards Yoshi.

Yoshi turned the phone around to face him, readying the message. Shockingly, average priced. Even college student Hisoki could pay for it. There was a shrugging emoji along with the text. Yoshi smiled. "What are you smiling at? Are you two flirting?" Wafi asked, Yoshi, punching him in the arm again. "No, idiot." He muttered, going to the message. I wanna meet a college student hisoki. "Then what are you two talking about?" Wafi asked, rubbing the spot on his arm where Yoshi punched him. Yoshi turned off his phone, setting it in his lap. "Nothing important." He says calmly.

His phone buzzed. No, you do not, college student hisoki was pure evil. Yoshi scoffed. So was Wafi, but he didn't care. "Well, obviously it's something. Just tell me." Yoshi shook his head, shutting off his phone. He would reply later. "Like I said, not important. Let's talk about something else."

Wafi hums, driving down one of Tokyo's more 'touristy' roads. "Fine. Do you know what we're going to order?" Wafi asked, slowing at a stop sign. Yoshi shrugged. "I heard most American food is unhealthy. So probably something small, I don't wanna gain weight." He says, gaining a scoff from Wafi. "Gain weight?! Let's be serious Yoshi, you're too small to gain weight. You look like you don't eat anything!" Wafi says, taking his hands off the wheel to shake Yoshi, before placing them back on the metal circle. "That's because I like to look nice." He wasn't lying, he knew he was more of a people pleaser.

"No, it's 'cause you're a sub," Wafi said affirmingly, turning into the parking lot of the restaurant. "What?! No way!" He yelled. Wafi glanced over at him, an eyebrow raised, before looking back towards the road. "No way to being a sub, or no way as in that's not the reason why?" He asked calmly, parking into a spot close to the restaurant. Yoshi wasn't shocked that the place was already filled, the school was out and it was the middle of the day. "No, as in that's not the reason why." Wafi already knew that Yoshi was a sub, and he never cared.

Wafi scoffed, turning the key. The car's soft hum came to a stop, Wafi opening his driver-side door. "You know, you shouldn't care about what people think," Wafi says calmly, Yoshi follows his lead by stepping out of the vehicle, closing the door lightly behind him. "It's not that I care about others' opinions, I have limits for myself of what I do and how I live," Yoshi says simply, making sure he got his phone before shutting the car door. He did.

"Fine, I'll let you have this one," Wafi says as Yoshi steps onto the concrete sidewalk, starting to walk to the door. "Do you think we have to talk in English?" Yoshi asks, glancing over at Wafi, The restaurant was very nice, having a basic Japanese exterior, which somewhat confused Yoshi since it was an American-themed restaurant. "Come on, the entrance is over here," Yoshi instructed, opening the glass door leading to the inside of the cold diner.

Wafi jogged behind him, Yoshi making sure he caught the door after the shorter boy stepped inside. Once both students were inside, a girl with an apron on ran up to them. "Oh my god, are you guys from Yokosa's Boy School of International Recreation? Oh my god, my little brother just started attending!!!" The girl clapped her hands, pulling onto Yoshi's hand. Yoshi turned back, giving a questioning look to Wafi, but he just shrugged.

No one liked the name of the lush school. Yokosa was a province of schools for men and women from Japan to learn about the world. Yoshi and Wafi both went to the Boy's School of the World. However there was a girls version, and one for international students to learn about Japan. Yokosa was a hard school to get into, but once you did, your life was good.

She pulled the two to a table towards the front, most likely one of the best they have. "Sit, sit! I have so much to ask you guys!" She says happily. Did Yoshi know her? Wafi was the first to step in. "Um, actually we were about to take out." He says, not sitting. Yoshi, however, was. "Oh! Sorry." She says, taking out a notepad and pencil. "What will you guys like? I'll get it out as fast as possible."

Ok, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.