Thread: Every Mamono Needs a Hiro! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Hiro didn't have to look to feel Melio's gaze upon him, even with his head turned to the side. That damned girl was watching him like a predator would with their prey. Little did he know, however, that she wasn't looking at his face, but rather something else that belonged to him. He tried to shrug off the uneasy feeling of inferiority by talking with Alexis. Past her bumbling statements and that strange warmth he felt whenever the redhead called him her sister, it seemed like the girl was genuinely interested in speaking with him. He listened to her quietly and waited for her giggling to subside. When the girl spoke of heat treatments, Hiro's eyes lit up. He pulled his arm that was still wrapped around the couch and instead used both his hands to grasp onto Alexis' hand. Oh? So you're really into heat treatments? He asked, practically having a nerdgasm. There are many ways to treat symptoms, and I've always been interested in finding different methods of recovery. Tell me more about what you know about the heat treatment. How do you think it affects the muscles? The nerves? Are you talking about using a heat pack? Hiro had almost forgotten that he was talking to a bubbly girl. He had fired questions off to her faster than he could ever come up with during his professors' lectures. Amidst his enthusiasm, he had caught sight of Alexis' wonderful jiggling breasts. In increments, something stiff and hard was rising between his legs in intervals. With each passing second, it would tilt just a bit higher, and restrained his jeans even more. Whatever it was, it was demanding a lot of attention from his pants. Wishing to be free, it began to press against the clothing. As soon as Hiro noticed this, he awkwardly lifted one leg and placed the bottom of his foot on the couch, while his leg was bent so his knee would point up towards the ceiling to hide his errection from Alexis. Melio, on the other hand, would have no visual obstruction. The excitement and enthusiasm melted away as soon as his sister returned. Almost instantly, he could see the look of disgust across her face. It wasn't nearly as powerful as Melio's glare, but it was definitely an expression that told Hiro that his little sister was pissed. With raised eyebrows and pursed lips, Hiro watched quietly as she set the cups on the coffee table. He half-expected her to pick up a cup and pour piping hot coffee onto his lap. His eyebrows scrunched together in frustration at her remark. Before he could bark back at her, Kyra was already in the kitchen. Kyra! Hiro called out to her once more. He stood up and turned back at the two girls. Sorry, Alexis, Melio. We'll just be a moment. Kyra's anger had soured the mood. There was no more excitement in his voice, let alone between his legs. The male sprinted over to the kitchen and made sure to speak in such a voice that they were out of earshot from her friends. Kyra, you know I didn't mean it... He frowned, taking a step closer to her. His hand reached out and gently touched her elbow, partially as a method of sincerity, and partially to test her boundaries if she was going to let him touch her or not. He placed a hand on his hip and let out a sigh. He could already feel himself growing frustrated just looking at her. I don't get it, Kyra. I really don't. You have the means of ruining my life in any way possible. Then when I show concern for you, you freak out. I mean, come on, Kyra. I called you a brat out there because sometimes, people need a reality check. Hiro lowered his hands down to his side. You can't even get along with your own brother. He placed a hand on his chest. That's probably why it's been so hard for you to make any friends, let alone find a significant other, dammit. You're lucky Mason even has a crush on you for how rotten you can be at times. His toes were curling once more, though this time, as an attempt to repress his anger.