The size of Hideki's eyes grew as Maiyuki's volume increased. Keichi had already moved to the front of the building, and as Hideki was closest to her, he felt like he was the one in the most danger of being punched in the face, if Maiyuki decided that that course of action was appropriate. He'd been around enough women to know--sometimes they just flew off the handle. And Keichi had left him standing here with his mess? Oh, hell no.
Perhaps if he hadn't just committed murder, Hideki would have been a bit more tolerant after having only met Maiyuki twice. Maybe if he wasn't bleeding out, he would have been okay with her yelling at him for offering her ice cream. Maybe if he wasn't tired as all fuck, then it would have been okay for Keichi to do his usual boss-the-boss routine and thus leave him standing in the sidelines with a truly mad woman. A truly hot, passionate, mad woman.
But it wasn't, and Maiyuki needed to be shut up. She looked like she was getting ready for another round, and honestly, Hideki wasn't sure that his wound could take him jumping her at the moment.
"You're a crazy bitch, yanno?" he said, putting one hand on his wound as it offered a deadly pulse of pain. Hideki imagined this would only rile her more, so before she could induce even more blood flow, he slid his free arm around her thin wais, closed the few inches between them, and pressed his lips solidly to hers. Any retort was effectively cut off.
It wasn't an invasive kiss; in fact, it only hinted at the barest amount of intimacy. Instead, it was show-stopping, and that was what Hideki had intended.
He pulled back with a boyish grin before she could hit him. "You have to come out with me." He grinned wider, a little more sloppily because he was blinded by a mixture of euphoria and pain. "Please."