The Third Princess of Princess Princess Plus

Mikoto went to take the phone call from Megumi-san, but he was still in shock over Tsubasa being there. He only heard part of the short conversation. Then he heard nothing when he looked down the hall and saw Tsubasa walking with the others, for a split second he found himself staring his old friends ass, he mentally smacked himself, then heard Sakamoto say hed see him tomorrow. 
    While all this was happening, he heard Megumi again, she was saying how she would be busy with college but would call again in a week, she wanted to talk to him about things, then she said bye and hung up. Mikoto then walked back to his room, he heard talking from the princesses room, then went into his room and said nothing to his friends as he climbed on to his bunk.
"Mikoto?" Yuujiro asked, as Mikoto landed face first into his pillow.
"Crap I think you broke him with all the teasing earlier," Tooru said.
"I'm sorry," Yuujiro said. "I guess I did go too far this time. Tell us about what your girlfriend said?" Only Mikoto's head moved.
"She is busy," Mikoto said. "She will call back in a week. Has something to tell me." Then his head went back into the pillow.
"Your not being pouty because you think she will dump you do you?" Yuujiro asked. "If I apologized for nothing."
"Yuujiro!" Tooru said. "Seriously Mikoto what's wrong?" Mikoto muffled something into his pillow.
"Huh?" Yuujiro asked. 
"Tsubasa," Mikoto said, looking at them again.
"What does Fujita-san have to do with anything," Tooru asked. Mikoto turned red.
"Is Fujita-san your type when it comes to guys?" Yuujiro asked, laughing. Mikoto sat up and threw the pillow at the blond again.
"Wait," Tooru said. "You said Fujita-san first name. Is... Is Fujita the boy you were talking about earlier?"
"He didn't have glasses back then," Mikoto said. "But yes."
"I was still right!" Yuujiro said, throwing the pillow back at Mikoto. "He is your type them." Mikoto just glared. "Aww you first boyfriend didn't recognize you so now you are sad."
"It has been ten years," Tooru said. "I'm surprised you recognized him."
"Eleven years," Mikoto said. "This July... 6th."
"You remember the day?" Tooru asked. Yuujiro stayed quiet.
"Back then, I didn't think it was going to be the last time I would see him," Mikoto said. "He just stopped showing up to the park or even coming to my house. Eventually my parents just said he moved away."
"Eventually?" Yuujiro asked. "He just up and disappeared and that is all you know?"
"Yes," Mikoto said, he was actually hugging his knees now. Part of him wanted to cry, he thought he had been over this a long time ago. 
"Did you parent's know you had a boyfriend?" Tooru asked. "Maybe they wanted to seperate you."
"We were too young date," Mikoto said. "Though Makoto-nee-san always called him my girlfriend. She really thought he was a girl. But yes they knew, hard not too when when there is a four year always following your son around saying they will get married."
"That's kind of cute," Yuujiro said.
"My parent's didn't seem mind though," Mikoto said. "They called it cute too. Tsubasa's parents would laugh and smile."
"You are still bothered by this," Tooru said.
"Just ask Fujita-san about it," Yuujiro said. "Like you said it's been eleven years. And you have a girlfriend. He might too. You two were kids." Somehow this made Mikoto feel worse.
"That's a hard thing to ask," Tooru said. "Especially since Fujita-san doesn't seem to remember him."
"I'm going to bed," Mikoto said. He then laid down, and put the pillow over his face.
"It's not even dinner time!" Yuujiro said. Mikoto said nothing. 
    When they were certain Mikoto was done, Yuujiro looked at Tooru again with a smirk. Tooru shook his head no, the blond then wrote him a note saying 'we could go somewhere else for a bit'. And Tooru only responded with 'homework', this made the blond upset. If Yuujiro was horny, and it had been awhile, he could get moody, Tooru had learned this last year, and before Tooru could saying the blond had his homework packed and he was walking out of the dorm room.
    Tooru stared as the door slammed behind Yuujiro, the blond had never done that before, and even Mikoto peaked from his pillow. Mikoto then looked at Tooru, and the blue haired one could only shrug in confusion. The blond could be a handful but nothing like this before, Tooru wondered if he go after his friend, but decided not to.