"Voyeur" 
A Hanakimi fanfic by Emily Siazon. 
All characters are the property of Hisaya Nakajo. 
This story happens during book 3. It's the day after Mizuki sleepwalks and 
end up in Sano's bed.
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    The door slammed close with a deafening bang, abruptly hurtling
Sano away from his state of hazy wakefulness. He grudgingly opened
bleary eyes and glared at the top bunk, knowing full well that its
occupant was the most likely culprit.

    Sano had almost drifted asleep before Ashiya's arrival--taking
advantage of the cancellation of track practice thanks to the unexpected
summer storm by taking a much-needed nap. So highly anticipated was this
event that he hadn't even bothered to look for the pajamas he usually
wore and simply collapsed on the bed, taking off everything but his
boxers to ward off the unbearable humidity and closing the curtains next
to his bed for the soothing darkness it provided.

    Normally, it required almost no effort on his part to fall
asleep; in fact, it was a running joke amongst his friends that he could
fall asleep anytime, anywhere, no matter what the circumstance. Of
course, it also wasn't every day that his roommate sleepwalks into his
bed and practically shoves *her* chest against his body.

    So saying that Sano had trouble sleeping the night before was
like saying that Doctor Umeda sorta liked men-in other words, a gross
understatement.

    Sano felt his boxers shift as his full attention transferred
back to how Ashiya had felt cuddled up against him; instinctively his
hand went to cover it despite the fact that the other occupant of the
room couldn't see him behind the curtain. A soft moan escaped his lips,
unbidden, as his warm hand made contact with the growing lump on his
lap; and his other hand quickly went to cover his mouth as he prayed
that she did not notice the noise and catch him in such a compromising
position.

    Sano cautiously shifted until he was able to steal a glance at
her through the infinitesimal opening afforded to him by the curtains.
It took all his willpower to not make another sound when it revealed a
soaked Ashiya, her summer uniform molding to her body as if to further
taunt him with her femininity. Her now-clingy white top showed a
distinct bulging in the chest despite the fact that he knew she took
great pains to bind them flat. The pleasant curve of her hips emphasized
by an equally-clingy pair of pants called attention to a waist too small
and delicate to be that of a boy's. Again he couldn't help but wonder
how so many people could mistake her as anything else but a woman.

    She was looking around the room warily; her left hand clenched
tightly around a pair of jean shorts while she went to double-check to
make sure that the door was locked. Her hair-which thanks to the rain
was now the same dark honey color as the sun-deprived sand at the
beaches of Hokkaido-clung to her skull and occasionally released
droplets to drip down to the worn gray carpet. As she made her way back
to the dresser, she suddenly stopped right in front of the bunk bed and
looked straight in his direction.

    For a moment time seemed to stop. Sano, whose heartbeat
reverberated all-too-loudly in his ears, was afraid that if nothing
else, his tell-tale heart would give him away.

    Could... could she see him?

    Ashiya shook her head, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards
as she turned around and went back to digging for a dry outfit. She'd
begun to hum a song he didn't recognize-probably something that was
popular in America-and he wilted back down the bed in relief for having
escaped discovery.

    Sano couldn't wait until she went to the bathroom to change,
hoping that the lack of visual stimulation would help him will his
erection away. But as he watched her bend down to reach the bottom
drawer, her currently translucent top slipping partway up and exposing
the delicate arch of her lower back, he resigned himself to the fact
that it would take something a bit more drastic to take care of his
problem.

    It was hard not to fidget as Ashiya seemingly went through every
one of the shirts she possessed before settling for the sky blue polo
top she'd discarded first. She then stood up and undid her checkered
school pants in one fluid motion, stepping away from it after it puddle
messily around her feet. She did it so quickly that Sano could only
goggle as she bent down to pick it up, her soaked, white panties hugging
her most intimate curves. His mouth may as well have been the Sahara for
all the liquid that remained in it after seeing such a sight.

    Did that girl really not have any nose for danger? He so badly
wanted to get out there and yell at her for being so careless with her
secret. What if he'd walked in on her while she was changing? The
hallways of dorm two were rarely empty, and he doubted that anyone
passing by would miss the fact that one of the boys in it was wearing
*panties* and worse yet, missing a very distinct bulge on his crotch
that everyone else in the building possessed.

    Sano pictured the whole school of female-deprived boys suddenly
finding one in their midst and found that the hand covering his mouth
had moved to clutch his sheets in anger. They'd get to take advantage of
Ashiya over his dead body.

    He deflated a little as reality set in. He knew that he could
never yell at her no matter how much he wanted to; after all, how could
he scold her over something he wasn't supposed to know either?

    Sano must've been simmering in anger longer than he thought
because when he looked back at her white top was also gone, revealing
the denim vest she always wore to flatten her chest. He colored slightly
as he realized he was still staring and guiltily backed away until all
he could see was her silhouette against the gingham curtain.

    It reminded him a bit of the shadow puppets he used do with his
brother when they were younger, the way her form became indistinct
whenever she moved a certain way. He revised that thought, however, as
Ashiya went to face the closet: giving him a perfect view of her profile
as she threw the vest across the room with a wet plop, her breasts
clearly bouncing at the motion.

    He seriously doubted that forming rabbits on the walls had ever
given him a hard-on.

    Ahh! When did he turn into such a pervert? Even as he tried not
to think about it his traitorous mind filled in the details he couldn't
see. Sano found his shaking hands reaching for the curtain without his
brain's consent, instinct trampling over reason as it urged him to act
out something he didn't even fully understand.

    Sano had always prided himself on being a gentleman, but he was
only human and a teenaged boy at that; self-control only went so far.
Even as he tried his best to soothe his raging hormones he found his
breath deepening and his fingers clutching the curtain in anticipation.
Rivulets of sweat trickled down his neck from the strain, gathering at
its base before plunging down his back with reckless abandon.

    That's right, he was just a boy. Who was he to fight against
millions of years worth of ingrained instinct, anyway?

    Thankfully for his sanity and Ashiya's continuing purity,
Nakatsu chose that moment to pound on that door, his boisterous laughter
echoing in the hallways as he insisted that Ashiya come out right this
second before his stomach was forced to cannibalize itself to satisfy
its urges.

    The statement was followed with distinct groans of disgust from
the other boys, making Sano hyperaware of the fact that all that
separated him and the half-naked Ashiya from discovery was a mere piece
of wood. Despite the danger, she laughed in her usual careless manner as
she hurriedly dressed, her girlish figure disappearing as she zipped up
a dry pair of denim vest to flatten her chest and donned one of her
standard loose outfits to mask all her other curves.

    The noise coming from the hallway reached an almost deafening
crescendo as Ashiya opened the door and greeted their friends sunnily,
completely oblivious to the aroused boy she left in her wake.

    Not quite sure whether to be outraged or relieved at his luck,
Sano tried to ignore the whole incident completely and filed his
reaction away as temporary insanity brought on by lack of sleep.

    He clutched his pillow like a lifeline, only to be distracted as
he recalled that it was nowhere near as soft and warm as his roommate's
body had been the night before. Sano let out a strangled scream and
began to fluff his pillow with perhaps more force than necessary as the
wooden bed frame began to creak in protest. His lust-weakened mind
quickly associated other--more pleasurable--activities that would also
make the bed creak, and he bolted out of bed and made a beeline for a
shower. A very cold shower. He doubted he was going to get any more
sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

The End

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Author's Note: Please send all c&c to <emily9@optonline.net>


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