Warning:
This is a simple college ROMANCE for people who like corny and sweet stories. It's NOT a sex smut!
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or above.
Story tags:
Asian main character, Japanese teen, manga artist, twink, long-haired, feminine boy, smooth body, jock, Chad, martial artist, size difference, college, romance, gay romance, gay first kiss, gay first time, gay first love, turned gay, virgin character, intense sex, intense arousal, secrets, fighting, high school bullying, rough, partying.
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I have known Jiro since middle school, just never paid too much attention to him. He was one of the smallest, most shy kids there.
Jiro was, however, friends with my twin sister, so sometimes he came to our house. We played video games together, and hung out a bit, but not often enough to give me a chance to become close friends with him, anyway.
As we hit puberty at the end of middle school he stayed small and I had a massive growth spurt. About this time, I think, I totally stopped being aware that he even existed.
I was all over girls, started my martial arts training and befriended "popular guys".
We all went to the same high school soon after and, there, I had my first successes in regional Muay Thai competitions. I almost exclusively hung out with rich, popular kids in school, so Jiro had become almost invisible to me. We only exchanged 'hi's', and some occasional small-talks while he was visiting my sister.
My best friend Jamal was captain of the football team and all my girlfriends were cheerleaders. I was already one of the tallest guys in school with my 6'3'' and I was always surrounded by a circle of people, so my life had not really allowed me to look around and notice the less popular kids in school.
But, as it was to be revealed, one kid had noticed me.
It all happened rather innocently.
One time I was eating with my guys in the school cafeteria and in my peripheral I saw a shoving contest going on.
With raised eyebrows, I noticed two idiots from different classes pushing Jiro around, until his tray fell to the ground.
I had the occasional impulse to interfere with other people's lives (as I usually didn't care, or rather, was too busy to notice) so I stood up and went over there.
"What the problem, Martin?" I asked with a nonchalant face, my hands crossed on my chest.
"Not a problem, Hunter," the idiot responded. I disliked this particular kid. He was this jerk that wanted to appear as a bulky guy, but had more fat than muscles and a tiny brain. He and his friend, Joel, were standing there with rather tense faces. They knew me all too well and my status in school as a martial artist.
"Jiro, are you okay?" I asked the little student, glancing toward him with a friendly smile.
"More or less..." he murmured, looking at his tray and food scattered on the floor.
I grabbed a tray from Martin's hands and gave it to Jiro.
"I think you need a new tray. Oh, and look. I got you a new one!"
And I smirked mischievously.
Jiro responded with a shy smile.
Of course I could hear some angry mumbling under Martin's breath, but ignored it and went back to my table.
My friends looked at me with surprise.
Jamal leaned a bit and said, "Who's the kid? Do you know him?"
"He's friends with my sister. His name is Jiro."
"Ah, yes! I remember now. I heard something about his situation. I believe those two hate him since he won a painting contest over Martin. They were disputing the verdict publicly and making a fuss about it."
Stephen, the quarterback, made a loud grunt. "I also heard about Jiro. I heard he draws some cool comic books and has won some national awards for his work already."
I raised my eyebrows as I didn't know that. It was proof of how little attention I paid to Jiro. I even felt stupid as I remembered our 'kind of friendship' from the beginning of middle school. I felt guilty that I forgot about him...
Now, when I thought about it, I vaguely remembered his shy attempts to engage with me on different occasions, but I wasn't very responsive to that. Not because I was rude. I was just focused on my friends and martial arts training and didn't have time for anything else. Even my dating life was very superficial, to put it lightly.
This day our conversation quickly changed to a different topic but for some reason I darted one last gaze toward Jiro, who sat at the next table and, by chance, our eyes met.
He smiled timidly, and I responded in the same way.
Well, why not?
***
About a week after that situation I was watching some football game on TV in my room when I heard some laughter in the backyard below the window. I glanced out there and noticed my sister and a couple of her friends sitting in the gazebo and drinking something from a weird jar. Curiously enough Jiro was among them. I stared at him for a minute. He was smaller than most of the girls there, my sister alone with her 5'10'', towering over him.
Our parents were having a night out, so Monica used this opportunity to invite her friends over to have some garden party. I wasn't - obviously - invited. Can't blame her. We were not close siblings, always moving in an entirely different circle of friends.
She was the "artsy" type in our family, interested in acting, and I was the "sporty" type.
This was also the main reason why my path and Jiro's path went in different directions at some point.
I started to practice martial arts a lot and he... practiced with his pencil.
We both were
ARTISTS
, but not of the same kind.
Or so I thought. Our kinship was to be of another type... As it was soon to be revealed.
But that day - I decided to ignore them and went back to watching the football game.
About an hour later I got up and was about to hit the club where my friends and I usually met on Saturdays, but I was surprised with a loud knock on my door.
"Who's there?"
"Jiro."
That was new!
"C'mon in."
Jiro came inside and closed the door behind him. He was... pretty drunk, as far as I could tell. He had blurry eyes and a weird smirk on his plump lips. His walk was a bit wobbly which looked funny.
My sister should really be careful with what she's been serving to her barely legal friends... She could get her ass in trouble, if their parents noticed...
"So. What's up Jiro?" I said with a friendly smile.
I sat on my bed and moved my laptop aside. He weirdly jumped on the comforter and sat just next to me, his arm touching my arm and his thigh pressing on my thigh.
Odd, but okay, I was gonna listen to what he had to say anyway, mostly because of my guilty conscience for ignoring him so long.
"I wanted to thank you, Hunter. I didn't have the courage to do it right away. You know, for helping with Martin."
I shrugged, smiling. "No problem, Jiro. They are just assholes."
"Yeah. You didn't have to help me, though. Sooooo... thanks."
His tone was a bit weird, almost seductive?
"Don't mention it." I shrugged again, even more intently.
