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You didn't consider yourself a jealous woman, not at all… but seeing Nanami like that? With her?

You don't know who she is, you don't know her, you only know that Nanami went to drop off some documents from the company where he works. He indirectly told you that she had been interested in him a while back, but that she'd been transferred to another company and things weren't the same anymore.

Although now you were starting to doubt it. She's laughing, holding his shoulder, and she's gorgeous, seriously, a tall, slender woman with incredibly long hair. You're just a university student who goes to the gym three times a week because you're too lazy the other days.

Nanami picked you up in his car after your classes ended. You were still in your drab uniform, thinking as you watched him with that woman, maybe someone your own age was better for him. You weren't even officially dating, you were on dates and barely shared a few kisses, but you didn't know if you'd ever make it official.

Sitting in the car, you watch Nanami approach, his expression as serious as ever. When he gets in, his scent clouds your judgment, as always.

"We officially have the night." He smiles slightly. But you just nod and keep your arms crossed.

"Did it go well?" you ask, referring to his earlier brief conversation with that woman.

"I think so... what do you want to do? Want to go to dinner?" He doesn't even acknowledge it, and it infuriates you that this disinterest is genuine because you should trust him. You do trust him.

Even so, a bitterness lingers. "I think I want to go home..." you reply, and Nanami looks at you questioningly.

"Why? Is everything alright?" You just shrug, and he looks at you, trying to guess, until something clicks in his head. "You're angry." It's not even a question; it's him stating it.

"Why should I be?" you reply defensively.

“I’m asking you that, why should you?”

“I’m not, Nanami. It’s stupid, we’re not even a couple or anything.”

“Or anything?… Hey, I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“No? I think you lied to me.” You shift in your seat and look directly at him. “You said you didn’t even talk to her, Nanami, you said you stopped seeing her months ago, but she touched you like she knew you better than I did.”

Then he knows you’re jealous and you curse your lack of self-control when it comes to talking things out.

But he maintains his calm expression, trying to understand you. “I think if I had lied to you, I would have been smarter and wouldn’t have brought you here with her. I swear, I stopped seeing her months ago, and when I did see her every day, I barely managed five words back.”

“It didn’t seem like it. You know I have no reason to get angry if you tell me the truth, right? We don’t have a formal relationship, I can’t judge you for what you do with your life—”

But he just moves closer to you from his seat, wraps his arms around your waist, his face quite close to yours, and you feel the excitement course through your entire body. You rejected Nanami for so long because you were afraid he was a gold-digging old man, but now that you’ve seen he’s nothing like that, you’re still scared by how deeply in love you are with him. He did it, he won you over.

“You know that’s not true. You know I’m not that kind of person. I’m completely serious about you, whatever this is, I’m all in.”

But your brows furrow and you look away, not bothering to hug him back.

“Hey… can you look at me, please?” He speaks again. His voice is soft, his cologne. Everything about him excites you.

You do it hesitantly and place your hands on his shoulders. “But, Nanami, why are you letting a pretty woman flirt with you right in front of me if you’re serious? I don’t like it.”

“I wasn’t even paying attention to her. I just handed her those papers, and out of nowhere she was talking about how funny my tie is. I think.” But you just shake your head and gently push him away, barely moving him, just a little.

“Take me home, Kento.”

“No.” He replies firmly, but his tone is still gentle. He gently takes your chin and returns your gaze to his. He adjusts himself and leans even closer, giving you a light kiss on the lips. “Don’t be mad.” Mwah. “Please.”

“I just think maybe it’s not a good time to go out, Ken. Besides, I’m still in uniform, and it’s awful.” He pulls back slightly and studies you from where you are, shaking his head.

“You look beautiful.” He caresses your sides with his hands, moving from your waist down to just below your breasts. You almost sigh, but before you can, Nanami kisses you again, gently, softly, touches that make you tremble.

“Liar…” but you don’t push him away. Instead, you hug his neck, receiving his kisses.

It’s incredible how deeply he kisses you, and it’s the first time he’s done this. Before, his kisses lasted a maximum of a minute; it was his way of showing you that he didn’t want to take advantage of you. But now that you were sure of that, you think his lips are heating you up more than they should.

And him too.

Maybe it’s your sounds, maybe it’s his hands on your body, perhaps your impatient lips against his.

You feel your cheeks burn as his tongue meets yours. You feel his glasses brush against your cheeks, feel his quickened breath creating a rhythm with yours.

His hand slides down to your thigh, discreetly caressing beneath your skirt, but you definitely feel it. You tighten your grip on one of his shoulders, your other hand tangling in his perfectly styled hair. He doesn't mind, actually, he enjoys it. He just wanted to make you feel good, and he succeeded. You even forgot why you were angry. You didn't know why you were so easy for him, yet you could feel safe in his arms because you knew he would never make you look foolish, because he explains everything you need and want to know.

His hand moves upward, squeezing the sensitive skin of your thighs, and just when it seems he's going to climb higher, he doesn't. He pulls his hand away and places it back on your waist, breaks the kiss, and buries his face in your neck. His breath tickles the most sensitive part of your neck.

“You’re not mad anymore, are you?” You hear him say. His voice is low, and he barely leaves what feels like a kiss on your neck. You try to compose yourself.

“Maybe not.” He just makes a sound of approval and kisses your neck again, without any discretion. You swallow the gasps that desperately want to escape your lips.

“Please forgive me.” He pulls away, looking at you sincerely. “I didn’t even realize she was trying anything, and I don’t care, but if it bothers you, it’s obvious I was wrong, and I apologize for that. I like you.”

You give in, offering him a smile. “…Okay, I forgive you.”

“Thanks—”

“But… Well, I think what you said was pretty sweet, Ken, and I think you know I like you a lot too.”

Mwah. He kisses you again.

You seem pretty sad for a girl so in love… that's why your relationship ended.

You went through a rough patch in your relationship with Megumi. You seemed happy by his side, but it bothered you inside that he wasn't very open about his feelings for you.

You overthought things, overthought things until you cried.

But now? Now you could allow yourself to be depressed in the happiest way possible: Olivia Rodrigo released her new album! You would listen to it all night on your couch while tears streamed down your face.

Megumi, on the other hand, felt your separation felt very sudden. It hurt him. It hurts him not being with you like used to be. The two of you cuddled up in your bed, sometimes you even managed to make him laugh, a magic that was only yours.

He loved you. He loves you.

He goes on your social media hoping to find out your emotional status. Are you okay? Was it a good decision to break up? Did you miss him as much as he missed you?

He looks at your stories; you still have him on your close friends. Itadori said that was a good sign.

You only uploaded the lyrics to one of Olivia's new songs. "Less" is the name of the song.

Megumi knows, he knows how excited you were for Olivia's album. He knows you've been obsessed with her and her songs for years, and he even saved the album countdown on Spotify on his phone, but he would never listen to it. It was just like carrying a part of you with him. As if all the bad things were going to pass and he would be with you listening to the album.

But… why not?

Why did you upload the saddest song? Why do you say you wish he had loved you less?

Megumi prefers not to think about it too much. He gets out of bed, dragging the sheets that covered his body from the cold. He stumbles out in his slippers to put on his sneakers and leather jacket in the entryway.

He doesn't know if he took out his keys before locking the door, he doesn't know if he still has his phone. But he runs, sometimes he walks, but mostly he runs toward your house. Your address is memorized in his head.

Maybe one night will be enough to fix everything. Maybe if he arrives and steals a few kisses, you'll decide to forgive the past and choose a future with him.

But it's Megumi. He only thinks about it, he doesn't do it.

He arrives at your house and, breathing heavily, knocks on the door. His heart is full of emotion, as if he's about to vomit it all up, as if he regrets his decisions now. But he doesn't back down.

You open the door as Olivia's album plays on repeat in the background of your living room. You think you've found your favorite song.

Your heart stops, your breath catches in your throat.

"Megs..."

He doesn't say anything. He just stands there, his nose red from the cold night air, his hair a mess.

“I’m sorry… you have no idea… I don’t understand. Why are we like this? Why if I love you? If you’ve been my best friend for years? Why can’t you tell me how you feel?”

Suddenly, you’re filled with questions. You feel the emotion in his voice. You see the emotion in his usually dull eyes.

The words won’t come out, not even though you want them to.

Is it a bad idea? Can’t two people reconnect?

Your feet move as your heart races. Because you have the man of your dreams in front of you, and you broke up with him two weeks ago, yet he’s still here.

You open your arms as you throw yourself into his embrace, and everything assaults your senses. His scent, his touch. He’s gentle, he’s strong, he holds you completely.

You love him. It’s the only thought that crosses your mind. You love him. You love him.

You don’t want him to leave. Not now. Not ever. Because his arms welcome you so warmly. Because when you lift your head to look at him, his lips greet you with an unexpected passion. It's slow, it's deep. He cups your cheeks and tilts his head to press his lips harder against yours.

"Tell me... tell me what's wrong. What's the matter?... please." His voice is almost a whisper as he kisses you. Mwah, mwah, mwah. "Please."

You pull away just a little, shaking your head. "With you? Nothing's wrong with you, Megs... I just don't want to talk about it right now... please."

"No way, I want to help you." He continues caressing your cheeks. Pleading eyes, and you feel like you're melting.

You bite your lower lip, thinking. "Can we talk tomorrow?"

"Why not now?" he insists.

"Because I need to think."

"Should I go home?" he asks, but you shake your head again.

“Stay…”

“I don’t think that’s healthy—”

“Megs, please.” But he can’t say no when you look at him like that, when you lean in and kiss him like that.

Between kisses, you pass your front door. You grab the sides of his jacket, pulling him closer as if his departure depended on it. But you can breathe when he closes the door behind him.

All the love you have for each other melts into that kiss. It melts into embraces when he finally pulls you close by the waist, making you stand on your tiptoes, making you run your hands through his hair.

It’s fast-paced. The way he says goodbye to his jacket and it falls to the floor, the way he no longer hesitates to touch you… the way he falls onto the couch with you on top of him.

For a moment, you're embarrassed by the outburst and pull away, still sitting on top of him, looking at him.

"Are you sure?" he asks. You just nod. "Could you… turn those songs off? Because I don't think it's a good background."

"Are you kidding? I swore I was going to listen to her music all night."

"It's depressing."

"I was depressed."

“Really?”

"Yeah. I missed you." Megumi smiles and reaches for the TV remote on the table in front of the couch. He turns off the TV and before you can complain, he speaks.

"I'm here."

"It's Olivia Rodrigo, Megs."

"We'll listen to her in an hour." You tilt your head, smiling.

"An hour? You have plans?"

"We have plans."

Yuji invited you over to his house to hang out, something you often did since you lived so close together.

It started raining as it got dark, and you decided to stay since he asked.

"You can stay here and sleep, you know."

And so you did. You weren't in a hurry to go home; you were cozy, snuggled up to your nose in Yuji's blankets. You were enveloped in his scent, his bed, and his presence beside you.

When you both got hungry, Yuji had nothing to offer you except to go to the store to buy some ramen and drinks—yours was always apple. You agreed and put on one of his sweaters, and he bundled up too.

The rain didn't stop, and you both returned home soaked, not to mention that Yuji tripped and pulled you down with him, leaving your backsides and asses completely drenched.

You both laughed. You got home and took separate showers. Yuji lent you his clothes, the smallest ones. He helped you dry your hair, and when you went back to bed after eating, everything felt incredibly intimate.

Why did you want to hug him? Why did your chest feel so full? Something that always happened when you were with him. Something that always happened to him when he was with you.

"My hair smells just like yours," you said, face to face with him, the blanket pulled up to your nose again.

"Why genius?" You laughed, but in the few seconds of silence, you could hear the rain falling, tapping against the window next to Yuji's bed. You barely saw him, just a warm desk lamp on. You gave it to him for his birthday.

"Because some idiot fell in a puddle, dragged me with him, and I had to shower for a second time today."

"Oh, what a silly boy. But that boy bought you your favorite chocolates to make it up to him, or so I heard." And you're still smiling under the covers, it shows in your eyes.

"Really?"

"Really." He affirms, dragging his hand to the nightstand and then handing you a box of your favorite chocolates.

"Forgiven." You put the chocolates down beside you and hug him, a long hug that he returns, as if it were just some kind of excuse, as if you were going to fall asleep like this.

A horrible clap of thunder echoes and you jump slightly, so Yuji pulls away and laughs at you.

"Don't laugh! You scared me, I swear I felt it on my back. Did you see how it flashed?"

"Yes, I saw it. We can switch places if you want." But his hand hasn't completely left you; it's still on your waist, his fingers tracing random patterns on his shirt.

"I like the side with the wall."

"I know." And silence returns, and you snuggle closer to him. Thunder rumbles occasionally, but it's quieter now.

"Did you know there are ghosts in my house?" Yuji asks, his tone serious. You don't answer.

"Oh, really?" He nods.

"Especially on rainy days. It appears upstairs and—" He doesn't finish explaining when thunder crashes, making you let out a scream—not very loud, but it scares him too.

Then you both laugh, and you playfully punch him in the side.

"You're such a dork, I hate you." You pull the blanket over yourself completely, and he follows suit, hiding underneath it as well.

"I didn't do anything."

"It's not funny."

"Then don't laugh."

"Just go to sleep." You order, moving closer to him. You bury your face in his neck, your nose brushing against his jaw, caressing it.

Yuji puts his arms around you, one around your waist and the other stroking your hair. Your heart pounds, and you hear his doing the same.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, inhaling his scent, your lips slightly parted, so close to touching his skin.

"I love you." It takes your breath away. You lift your head as if you're going to look at him, though you can't, since you're in the dark under the covers. You know he sees you too; you feel each other's breath on your faces.

"Yeah, me too."

It's not a declaration. You love each other because you're best friends. You've said it like three times in all these years, and even though each time you feel your breath catch in your throat, this time it feels different.

You could joke around, you could hit him, you could do something. But you don't. You don't break the moment. You just feel his forehead slowly fall against yours, his nose brushing against yours, and you're breathing very fast, your heart is pounding, your stomach feels butterflies fluttering inside.

Then it happens. You kiss him. You just press your lips to his. You don't move, he doesn't move, but your lips are together.

After a few seconds, his hand cups your cheek and he tilts his head. He kisses you, he kisses you deeply, truly. First a closed-lip kiss, pressing his lips against yours, then he moves them, opens his lips slightly, and captures yours again, and you follow after two similar movements.

You breathe through your nose and match his rhythm. You're kissing him, kissing him as if it were the last thing you'd ever do. He's in the same boat.

His hands move, gripping your hips, your waist, caressing up your sides, crumpling the fabric between his fingers.

Your hands roam over his shoulders, his neck, his hair, and when you apply just the right pressure with your fingers, tugging at his hair, he gasps, approving.

Your tongue slips into his mouth, and when it meets his, before your lips meet again, you gasp too, repeating the motion over and over. Sometimes slowly, sometimes mess, but it always feels good.

One of his hands unexpectedly finds your ass, squeezing it through the boxers he lent you to wear as shorts. You don't mind; on the contrary, you want it.

Your leg moves up to his hip, and before you know it, you're sitting on top of him, both legs straddling his hips, pressing against each other.

You breathe for a few moments away from each other's lips when you make that move, but then you kiss again, more passionately, desperate for contact.

You'd never felt this way with anyone else, but the way you felt the knot in your stomach, the heat in your chest, in your cheeks, was pretty good.

He starts caressing your ass again, both hands pressing you against him, and when you move you gasp, you feel him, hard against you. He just squeezes your ass tighter between his fingers, as if inviting you to do it again.

You do, you move against him, the thin fabric of his boxers getting wet because of you, since you're not wearing underwear underneath for obvious reasons.

Your mouth is slightly open when he leaves your lips and his kisses move to your cheek and then to your neck, sucking, finding spots that make you shudder and press yourself even tighter against him.

You keep moving, harder, pulling his hair, panting, feeling hot all over. He sighs each time you apply the right pressure, finding your hips with his, guiding your movements with his hands on your ass.

Then the first moan escapes your lips and he feels his cock move inside his pants.

“Yuji–” His name in a whisper.

“Fuck.” He murmurs, turning you over on the mattress. He pulls off his pants and spreads your legs, positioning himself between them.

He takes off your shirt. You’re not even under the covers anymore; he just tosses it aside and thinks he gets even harder when your breasts are revealed.

His cock hurt, and he only moves closer to you like a dog in heat. He captures your lips with his again, and his hands navigate to squeeze your breasts. So soft. Pinching your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You moan against his lips.

His kisses trail down to your breasts, taking them into his mouth, gently biting them. His tongue sends shivers through you, a pleasurable sensation that makes you arch toward him, opening your legs wider with the desire to be touched.

You didn't know you could feel all this. You were a virgin, but if you were going to do it with someone, it had to be him, Yuji, always him.

His hand slides down your abdomen, teasing the top of his boxers. He kisses your neck again, his mouth reaching your ear, whispering.

"Please." You know it, and you want it more than anything. You simply nod, finding his hand in yours, guiding it beneath his boxers.

He touches you, your lips wet, searching for the spots you love. Your hand still covers his, just a little; it's smaller.

Then he touches your clit. He knows you like it from the way you gasp, the way your breath catches in your throat. He moves his fingers there, rubs you, kisses you all over.

Then he unexpectedly slips a finger inside and curls it upward, as if he knows exactly what to do. You let out a sound; it drives him wild knowing you're for him.

He moves it, listens to your soft moans. Then he slips another finger inside and finds the right spots. You hold him close, arching your hips against his fingers.

"I love you," you say again, turning him on, fuck, every time. Then his fingers find the right place.

You let out a high moan, squeezing his shoulders in your hands. He knows. He moves his fingers again and again.

"Yuu, I'm going to..." He knows, he doesn't stop.

You drop your head onto the pillow, letting out all those sounds, arching your back off the mattress. Feeling the knot in your stomach loosen.

You cum on his fingers, soaking his boxers, soaking his hand.

He pulls them out, licks them, and grips your waist in his hands before moving between your legs and rubbing against you.

He makes you moan, overstimulates you, and grunts too. He doesn't have a rhythm; he just rubs his cock against your clothed, wet pussy.

He buries his face in your neck when he cum and groans, and it's genuinely the most incredible sound you've ever heard from him.

You recover for a few minutes, then he collapses next to you, hugging you.

"Sorry." You shake your head.

"That was amazing." You hug him, kissing his head.

"Really? I don't have much experience, sorry if I did it wrong—"

"Yuji, you were amazing. I don't have any experience either, zero, but that felt good." You reassure him, your voice low and sweet, just for him.

"Ahh, I love you." He buries his face to your neck and leaves a kiss there. You smile, you really smile.

"Me too, Yuji, me too."