Kora

you brought your palm down slowly, still scrunching your nose at the smell of cigarette burning through your nostril. you inhaled quickly, drawing your features into a look of concern, "it would have been bad enough if it were one or two cigs a day but with you... it's usually one or two packs a day."

"oh, yeah?" he gave you a lopsided grin, "you try coaching a high school volleyball team. those teenagers give me hell."

you rolled your eyes at his words, "well, soon enough you'd find yourself in hell with the way you're blowing through these cigarettes."

he shrugged, his response delayed as he inhaled in copious amounts of smoke through his mouth. his eyes scanned your face and then, the surroundings. as he finally exhaled, he admitted into the cool air, "well, i'm here for a good time, not a long one."

"and this is fun?"

"mhm."

the silence drew over you two like an old, worn blanket. it was familiar — comfortable, even. you looked down at the town under you, with it being eleven at night, nobody was out right now. ukai had shut down the mart and you two found yourselves on the terrace, sitting at the very spot that you always had over the course of many years. you two had experienced this place a multitude of times — back to your middle school days, long before you two were a pair of confused adults trying to navigate your late twenties. you had sat on the same spot through high school to when you two saw each-other the last time before parting ways for college.

ukai exhaled at your silence. his voice was sheepish — vulnerable. "sorry. y'know i've tried to quit... before. it just never-" a sigh cut him off, "when you went off to college, i always thought that... by the time you came back—"

your eyes found his face, a genuine question on your lips, "you thought I'd come back?"

of course, it was not meant to be a loaded question. you were just curious because you, yourself, never thought you'd be travelling back to your native place. you thought you'd live in the city, continue having a job there... and well, eventually find a new man to settle down with. all of that probably would have been true, had it not been for the family emergency that had you quit your job to move back here. all of this was unexpected. seeing him again was unexpected. sitting on this spot on his terrace was unexpected. maybe that's why ukai's statement felt compelling to listen to.

"wh—no!" ukai's face grew paler at your enquiry. he defended himself, "not like i was hoping you'd be back or something! i just thought it we ever met for a reunion or something—"

you cut him off again, finding some flickers of amusement at the way his demeanor disheveled, "if we met, what is it you planned to do?"

"nothing." he mumbled, as you were suddenly reminded of the scrawny, buzz-cut eighteen year old boy in the body of an older, well-built adult. he grew unsure of his words, "i don't know... thought i'll be a nicotine-free bastard by then."

"how long did you think it'll take for us to reunite?" you laughed, throwing your head back at his statement, "cause you'd be damn near on your death bed by the time you quit."

"yeah, yeah. whatever. i thought wrong." he dismissed you with a long drag of his cigarette. the silence lingered. you sat quietly. you knew there was more to his statement that he allowed himself to say.

but what could ukai even say? perhaps, he thought he'd be more than just a part-time store owner, part-time coach to a highschool volleyball team by the time he saw you again. he thought he'd have something to be proud of by the time he saw you again. now, though? he was barely holding himself up, and he had a nicotine dependence. great. definitely not the position he wanted to be in when he saw you next.

you shattered all those thoughts lingering in his head, though. your voice was soft, "it's alright, keishin. everyone has skewed expectations from life, right? i mean i thought i'd be in tokyo, working in a big-ass company with a great boyfriend by now. instead, i'm here." you winced slightly at the end. at the crack of your voice, he tsked, "god, i forgot how much you hate this place."

you blinked at his words. ready to defend yourself, you felt your body inch closer towards him. the warmth of his body lit your cold skin. you held your ground. "i don't hate this place. it has memories... and people i tolerate." tilting your head towards him, you gave the blonde a small smile.

"right..." he breathed in slowly at your action, as if taken aback by the sudden gesture of appreciation, and the sudden closeness.

you laughed at his dumbfound state, pulling yourself back to your old position. "i just nag you cause i know you'd die by the time you're forty. and you'd probably take me down, killing me with all of this second-hand smoke."

"jeez." the man scrunched his masculine features into a jagged laugh. "so much for being childhood friends, huh? i thought you were looking out for me."

the sultry muscle of his tongue came to lick his bottom lip and your eyes went down to the glistening pair. you felt your eyes transfix at his lips, watching intently as he brought the cig to them and inhaled it yet again.

oh, whatever you were thinking was sooo wrong. so, so wrong. he was your friend! your childhood friend! but... your life was already down in the dumps. you were back in your hometown with no job, and a troubled situation back home... was it so wrong to indulge in a fantasy? a reckless, stupid fantasy... but a fantasy nonetheless.

"say, keishin..." your words were soft, easily lost between the winds. you paused, and ukai raised an eyebrow at you, still speaking with a cig tucked between his lips, "hm, what?"

your hand reached over to his mouth. picking off the half-smoked cig, you held it in your fingers for the barest fraction of a second before tossing it to the ground under.

ukai's eyes widened, body lurching forward as if he could catch the cigarette mid-air if he tried hard enough. he looked back at you, peeved, "those things cost money y'know—?"

your words were slow, ghost-like, "what if i help you quit?"

his face fell, "wh- huh? it won't work. i told you. i've tried to before—"

"i'll be around for a while, atleast." placing your palms against his cheeks, you drew the man in till his lips pressed against yours in a chaste peck. you heard a whimper cross his lips, his eyes blown wide as he felt you slot your lips against yours. but the moment lasted a lot shorter than his shock did.

you pulled back almost immediately. your cheeks were tinted red, hands shaking at your own prospect. you met his eyes, then his lips — the ones that you just kissed — and then back to his eyes.

"next time you get the itch for a smoke..." you paused, "come to me instead."

ukai blinked at your words. he was frozen in the state you had left him. when his senses returned to his blushing self, the first thing he did was laugh — a loud guffaw.

your confidence at your prospect waivered. you blinked, "wh-what?"

"you kissed me?!" he laughed, the crows feet at the edge of his eyes deepening at the action. warmth rose to your cheeks, your eyes fluttering down to your lap. "forget it! it-it was a stupid idea... i was just trying to help—"

a warm, rugged palm came to pull at your chin. the blonde pulled you by your face to come closer to him. his lips ghosted over yours, voice desolate, "well, i'm craving a smoke real bad right now."

huh?! was keishin ukai entertaining your stupid idea?! no way!

"well, you know..." you maintained the hairsbreadth of difference, not letting him close the gap. "i hate the smell of cigs." pushing him back, you gave him an innocent smile, "okay, then! next time I see you, you better not smell of cigs! hope you really quit this time."

keishin ukai got no time to comprehend your words — with you already swinging off your legs and walking off the terrace. his hoarse voice called after you, erratic gaze only able to see your turned back, "wh-wait! you're leaving?!"

"uh-huh. see ya tomorrow!" you didn't bother turning back, "let's hope you try to resist those death sticks!"

━━━━━☆⭒

one day later.

the knocks on your family home were rampant. again, and again, and again and then, as you opened it, you found ukai at the door.

"k-kei?" your brows furrowed as you stepped out. looking around, you asked, "shouldn't you be at school right now—?"

"smoke break." he quickly answered. "i haven't had one all day long and i- i... i feel like I'm gonna go insane if I don't have atleast one."

you cocked an eyebrow, halfway confused by his words. "huh? smoke break—?"

"don't you remember what you said..." his voice grew weak, body jittery, "yesterday?"

"oh?" your eyes widened, "oh?! you haven't had any today?"

"not yet." he nodded in agreement, "but if you don't... help me out... i feel like i am gonna have no choice."

you fleetingly glanced back at your house. you were alone, for your mother had gone to the market to get groceries. looking around once more — both inside your house and outside the street to look for nosy neighbors, you tugged the man in through the door. "come in."

you warned him, "but we gotta be quick. mom's gonna be back any minute now."

"yeah, okay." he nodded at the simple instruction, "i just need a peck or two. i'm gonna be fine—"

well, you two certainly hadn't stopped at 'a peck or two.'

'cause next you knew, you were plastered against keishin ukai's lap, kissing each other sloppily. your clothed pelvis circled over his, your mouth drowned his. ukai ran his broad palms over your back, his eyes closed as he felt your tongue dance against his. it was true, you had realized as you had stuck your tongue down his throat — he hadn't had a smoke. if anything, he tasted of the cheap gum he sold at his store.

bringing your hand up to his hair, you tugged at the blonde locks and groaned, "fuck, kei. what's got you this... needy?" you laughed as he kissed the edge of your mouth, and then your chin and jaw — unable to hold himself off.

"mmph— nationals are close," he mumbled against your soft skin. "stress level's real high. gotta get my fix in."

he didn't allow for you to ask any other question, or even think anything else for that matter. no sooner was he done talking that his lecherous mouth was back on yours. a rough palm made it's way to your chest, pressing down on the swell of fat slowly. you pressed your chest harder against his palm, moaning at the simulation his rough touches painted you with, "shit. kei."

"yeah, yeah. keep sayin' my name like that." he pinched the peak of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing more profanities out of your pretty lips.

both of you were spilling nonsensical babbles into each other's mouth, touching each other desperately with all of your clothes still on. keishin had barely slithered a hand under your tee when you heard the gate slide open and you mother yell, "I'M HOME!"

both of you panicked — acting like sixteen year olds caught doing something illegal rather than two hormonal, horny adults who had been making out in your ancestral home for a sinfully long time. well, when i say it like that, it certainly just sounds like you two were a pair of sixteen year olds having their first kiss and getting caught.

as you heard your mother's soft footing come closer and closer to the living room, you scrambled off of ukai. you imagined that if someone were to record you in this moment, you would resemble a tarantula rather than a person. as soon as you got some reasonable distance between you two, you pet down your hair and pulled the hem of your t-shirt down. you further crawled against the floor to gain some distance from the man.

the blonde man was in no better state. he was the one who practically shoved you off of him as he frantically wiped the dribble of saliva from his lips and jaw, even more frantically searching for some sort of blanket or pillow or— or anything! to hide his raging boner from your innocent, old-souled mother.

you two were still very disheveled when your mother showed up at the living room door. as soon as her face peaked into the room, you threw a throwaway pillow straight into ukai's lap. he flinched at your throw. you winced. your mother's eyes regarded the scene in front of her with utter bewilderment. she tilted her head, the two bags of groceries in his hand still hanging in air as she looked from you to keishin, then back from him to you.

"keishin?" she called politely, "what are you doing here so suddenly?"

"i-uh." the man darted his gaze from your mother to you, swallowing his words in a thick, guilty soup. you rushed to his rescue, laughing candidly as you answered your mother, "oh, he- he wanted to get my tripod stand from me."

"tripod stand?" your mother echoed, "what for? aren't you supposed to be at school right now, keishin?"

"i- i do." he mumbled, "s-smokebreak—"

you cut him off again, "he wanted to film the game of the kids on my tripod stand! he- he told me that he wanted to review the footage later to give them notes. y'know, since nationals are coming up!"

"oh?" your mother smiled at the answer. she put the groceries down, clapping, "i heard karasuno's really gonna go to nationals this time around! i hope that's true. it'll make your grandfather proud."

"let's hope." he stretched his guilty features into a tainted smile, "err, we've got some fantastic first years. with them..." his voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck, "hopefully."

"alright, let me get something for you!" your mother disappeared down the hall into the kitchen, calling after herself, "does pudding sound good?"

"YEAH━" keishin ukai had just started when you yelled over him, "DON'T GET HIM ANYTHING MOM! HE HAS TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL NOW. HE'S REALLY SHORT ON TIME!!"

before ukai could turn to you and give you a look like that of a kicked puppy, you berated him through hushed whispers, "leave. now."

he sounded upset. a man on the verge of a meltdown, honestly. "but... but my smoke break has fifteen minutes left."

"you're gonna have no minutes left on earth if my mother gets to know what we were upto. just go."

although dejected, the man picked himself up — and then immediately sat back down on the matted ground. you threw him a bewildered look, hissing, "what?"

"i-" he glanced at his lap, the one still concealed by the pillow. "i need like five minutes... to get my order in business before i leave."

"right."

although, you had started helping your friend out from the sympathy of your heart, this was turning catastrophic. but after this encounter one thing was clear, your residence was off the table.

━━━━━☆⭒

five days later.

the volleyball gymnasium was right like you had left it back in high school. sure, maybe a bit modernized but most of it was the same, from the wooden floors to the high ceilings. well, not like any of that mattered. not when you and ukai were more busy exploring the supply closet. keishin ukai was pressing his hot, athletic body against yours and caging you against a wall in that same supply closet.

after realizing that your house was off limits, you two had to relocate. in a moment of desperation, and err, well, maybe keishin ukai had some fantasies — eitherways, he had asked you to come to the school to see him. you had complied.

now, a rough palm of his parted your thighs as you whispered, "are you sure this is okay, kei?"

"uh huh." the man nodded, his piercings catching the pale glint from the light that poured in from the gymnasium outside. he grinned, "the kids have classes for another one hour. we can have our fun till then. besides, y'know... no smoke, so i'm on edge." the light caught against his canines as he flashed you a smile.

"mhm." you smiled, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, "c'mere."

he didn't bother with any of that romantic shit. this was carnal. primal. he needed you for his survival. he needed you like a man hooked on your kisses ━ well, probably because he was.

grabbing the back of your head, he guided you towards him. his lips were a different shade of desperation every time he kissed you. one of his broad, warm hand sneaked under your shirt and palmed your tits through the fabric. another hand found it's position against your heat. he thumbed your clit through the flimsy fabric, gathering wetness on the cloth as you moaned into his mouth.

"kei," your eyes crossed, jaw falling slack as he retreated that hand from your core and instead pressed his knee into the clothed mound. he ground his knee against your wettened core and you rutted right back — like an animal in heat.

neither of you were undressed, too scared that someone would walk in and see you both naked. instead, the both of you twisted and tangled, clothed skin against clothed skin, arms against arm, till neither of you could fully comprehend where one ended and the other began. his breathing was labored. drops of sweat cascaded down your back. it was growing hotter and hotter and hotter in this wretched, small, stuffy closet.

pulling away from his mouth, you heaved as you asked, "d'you have a condom?"

he nodded. too quick, too desperate. "yeah. uh, 's in my pocket."

you gave him a smile, and he fished through the pockets of his matching tracksuit without you having to utter even a single command. you could hear the plastic rustling about, his thick fingers trying to pull them out and tear them to move forward.

and then, you heard echoes of quick steps, with loud, jovial words following through. someone, or no, rather a lot of people had entered the gymnasium. you and ukai could hear them. you two met each other's gaze and froze.

"shit." you gasped. he repeated, "shit."

"let's clean this place up and start with the practice till coach comes." you heard a soft, authoritative voice carry itself through the gym. following the boy's command, a number of voices echoed "yes!" and "let's play!"

you heard footsteps falling towards the supply closet. ukai parted from you, quickly zipping up his track jacket and fixing his pants while muttering, "shit shit shit. that's daichi. why're these chumps here so soon?!"

"daichi?!" you echoed, and the man answered quick, "uh. he's the captain. third year."

you barely heard him in your frenzy, going to fix your own outfit and hair before the younger boys barged in and realized their coach was getting hot 'n heavy inside the supply room. from the corner of your eyes, you noticed ukai shoving in the condom back inside his pocket and aimlessly trying to fix the bulge in his pants.

the door slid open and there stood four boys — a tall, gentle boy. another boy with lighter, almost greyish hair. another bald boy. and lastly, a short, loud boy... was he in middle school?

"c-coach?" daichi stared at the blonde, pierced man first. then, slowly craned his neck to look at you. he seemed confused, but being a polite boy, he bowed when he saw you. "hello...?"

"yo, who's this?!" the bald boy was next to speak up. following him, the mild-mannered grey-haired boy spoke, "err, coach. who's she?"

'what're you doing here?" the coach shifted his weight on the balls of his feet, "shouldn't you have class right now?"

"our teachers left us early, coach." daichi answered back, "uh, did we- interrupt something?"

"what?!" you laughed, waving their words in the air, "no."

he continued in that polite tone, like a well-behaved officer. "uh, but who are you?"

"she's..." ukai glanced at you a moment and then back at his boys, "this is my childhood friend. we, uh, we both graduated from karasuno... years back."

at your introduction, you waved your hand with a polite smile, hoping that the boys were as dense as they looked and didn't catch on. ukai continued, "she came here from tokyo and she wanted to check out the high school for... for uh, memory sake. so, i used my coach privileges to get her in and show her around."

"and... you were showing her the supply closet? with the door closed and lights off?" the shorter, spiky-haired boy spoke next.

keishin laughed loudly to mask any lingering doubts, "yes, nishinoya. that is exactly what i was doing. she's a bit of a clean freak, you see... her favorite place to be were the closets."

"she is closeted?" the bald boy bunched his eyebrows at keishin's explanation. you stammered, "n-not in the closet! i mean i love closets, as— as like the place!"

keishin nodded, "uh huh."

from your periphery, you noticed the captain try not to smile, to not break while listening to this obviously fake answer. the mild-manner boy next to him was in a similar position. the other two, mildly dense boys however, seemed to buy keishin's absolutely ass answers.

you nodded quickly, playing along. "yup. i love cleaning. if you guys don't mind, i'll clean up the gymnasium before your practice!"

you hated those words as soon as they left your lips. but the damage was done. the boys were already cheering, uttering 'thank you' and handing you the mop to get the work done.

you had came for a quickie and left a maid. good heavens! it was clear that karasuno high school (and it's volleyball supply closet) was off limits too.

━━━━━☆⭒

fifteen days later.

the plaque on the sakanoshita mart had been turned around to face 'CLOSED' for the night. it was barely eight in the night, technically keishin ukai was supposed to have the mart open till ten at night, but he couldn't wait. he was itching — no, dying — for a smoke right now.

just one call and you had rushed over to the mart. you had no addictions to battle, you just liked kissing keishin. the plaque had been quickly turned over and the lights of the mart had been turned off. he had left the outside banner lit on, allowing people to locate sakanoshita mart incase they had to.

once done with the pre-requisites, he had you sitting on the counter. the metal was cool under your thigh. the mart buzzed faintly with the vending machine operating towards the back. outside, every once in a while you could hear cars buzz by. ignoring all of that, keishin ukai had dropped down to his knees. he had uttered, "y'know... 'm craving something real sweet right now."

you had parted your thighs, beckoning him closer with a bite down on your lips. ukai's hot breath danced across your heat for a fraction of a second before he lunged forward to make out with your cunt — all sloppy and slimy through your panties. despite being a sportsman, he wasn't a man made of patience. so, he raised your hips and stripped off the flimsy fabric from your bare cunt. no sooner was the panty off that his tongue placed flat against your throbbing clit. every every slow, sensual drag of his face, his nose bumping into your clit. he used his entire face to go up and down your cunt, uncaring that you were marred his skin with your fluids. he enjoyed the feel of it — the sticky residue making home against his lips and stubble.

"fuck..." your words grew feeble, eyes raking over the man knelt in between your heavenly thighs. the fat encaged the sides of his face, and he felt perspiration bead at his temple and cascade down his face. you felt heat steam off of your body, back arch of the cool metallic counter as he repeated the wretched action of his perfect tongue again and again.

you felt his eager mouth latch onto your honeyed lips, his sultry tongue ready to drink down your sweet nectar. keishin ukai moaned against your heat, his lips and chin dribbling with your essence and his nostrils full of intoxicating smell of your sex. he couldn't help but sigh, "so mmphh— perfect." he kissed the tender skin, parting your folds with two fingers to repeat his sinful actions again.

"HELLLOOO!!!"

you jolted. your frenzied gaze running over to the gate where a orange-headed bastard was pressing his forehead against the glass door and trying to peer inside the dimly lit shop. ukai had expected visitors — though, not really — and that was why he had left the main sign outside lit up. all of the other lights were switched off, save for the one pouring in through the vending machine towards the back.

in the dark, the children at the gate had failed to locate you two... but that didn't seem to deter their spirits. the orange haired boy smacked the glass again, "COOOOACH!! ARE YOU IN THERE? THE SIGN IS LIT UP SO I KNOW YOU ARE!!" behind him stood three boys, one blonde, and two brunettes, waiting for their coach to answer.

their coach, however, was more busy nibbling on his childhood friend's clit. if ukai were to spare any fucks, you could see none.

you grasped the roots of his hair, pulling at the blonde to rip him apart from your cunt. your eyes widened, throat parched, "there's people—"

the man was just as uncaring as before. he shrugged, kissing down your thigh now that you had held him at a punishing distance from your pretty, soppy cunt. he mumbled against your skin, painting your skin with your own essence, "it's hinata. leave him be. he'd leave in five minutes."

you craned your neck again to look at the boys at the gate and keishin used your momentary distraction to pull you by your hips and closer to his hungry mouth.

"aah—?!" you yelped, taken aback at the sudden ferociousness in his actions. you blinked, pleading to a god that was clearly deaf. "kei— the kids!"

he mumbled against your folds, "fuckthosekidsfornow." but you whined again, tugging at his locks and hissing, "go open th—ah, fuck... door."

knowing you weren't about to give up, keishin ukai groaned and got up. at this point, you assumed it was habit because he was already wiping the back of his mouth with his hand and fixing his pants. the man then walked away with a resigned sigh, pocketing your panties in his sweats and leaving you to fix yourself up till he let the kids in. he called over his shoulder, "you can go hide in the back aisle. they usually come here for the buns and don't go in the back."

you hopped off the counter. taking small steps, you reached the back of the mart with your thighs clenched as the cold, night air caressed your bare cunt. you hid behind one of the chips and other packed goods aisle.

"WHAT?" keishin called after the boys that had already made it three meters away from the shop, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"SEE?! I TOLD YOU HE WAS IN THERE HEHE!" the energetic, short one quipped as he skipped over to the mart. He smiled, all wide, "hello coach!"

keishin rolled his eyes, letting the four teenagers in as the blonde monotonously asked, "why're the lights off?"

ukai muttered from the side of his mouth, "i'm trying to save up on the electricity bill."

hinata spoke up again, "but what about the customers? no one will come in if you keep the lights off!"

ukai huffed, "didn't stop you, did it? anyways. the same as always? egg rolls?"

"yes!!"

you were still standing behind the aisle, carefully listening in on the conversation when you heard soft footsteps headed your way. one of the boys quipped with lack of enthusiasm, "i'm gonna go get some chips."

you froze.

the boy — with his black hair falling across his forehead and narrow eyes — also froze when he realized that there was a woman at the end of this seemingly empty mart.

you voice was meek, unsure, "h-hey?"

he yelled, growing pale, "COACH THERE'S A GHOST—!"

you yelled as well, however, growing red, "I AM NOT A GHOST!"

"THAT UH," you heard ukai from the front, rushing to the back with another three pairs of feet following after him. he looked between you and the teenager, "that, kageyama, is my... uh, childhood friend."

already with an egg roll down his mouth, hinata asked, "buth why was thi sithing in the back—" kageyama narrowed his eyes at the orange-haired boy, "eat first and talk next, dumbass."

the blonde, however, was asking the real questions, "why was she standing in the back of your store?"

"because I love cleaning." you nodded solemnly, playing along to the one rumor already going on around you, "i was cleaning in the back."

"but you don't have any cleaning equipment?" the blonde tilt his head quizzically, "and it was really dark—"

"tsukishima and group, aren't you getting late for home? go eat some healthy food at your home!" he shot kageyama a strict look, "and you. as your coach, i uh- forbid you from eating chips till nationals."

the raven-haired boy spluttered, "huh— seriously?" but he was cut off by the other, more shy brunette. "uh, are you the woman who cleaned our gym a couple of days back? tanaka-senpai mentioned it."

hinata looked at you like you were some celebrity, "THAT WAS YOU?"

you laughed, though horrified at what your reputation had become in front of these boys. "sure am."

"alright." keishin patted their backs, turning them around and manhandling them out of the store, "goodnight!"

tsukishima turned back, "but we haven't paid—"

"my treat!" keishin nodded quickly, shooing them away, "go away now!"

once you were sure the boys had left, you stared at ukai. his handsome face was only half-lit. highlights fell across his dyed hair. your lips parted but no words came. when you finally found your ability to speak, it was sluggish, "do they think im some sort of magical maid that goes over to clean wherever you are?"

ukai stared back at you a second, just as lost for words. when he spoke, his shoulders slumped, "y'know... at this point, i think it just might be easier to smoke and die at forty."

"y'know..." you smiled, "at this point, i think i'll pick up a cigarette to combat this stress too."

you didn't need to say it, sakanoshita mart was off the table too.

you both slumped down against the aisle. the packets of ramen crinkled behind your backs. tilting your head backwards, you stared up at the turned off fluorescent lights, "say, ukai... aren't your kids gonna think you're an irresponsible adult for having sex round the corner?"

he laughed, "hey, they are the ones that keep invading my privacy."

you looked sideways and saw him already staring at you. his eyes were soft, full lips parted and piercings glinting softly. you both stayed in a silence, the kind that was only ruined by the cars outside and the buzzing of the vending machine.

you sighed, not breaking the eye contact, "i think... i might not get you to quit smoking if we keep getting caught like this."

"yeah," he smiled, "i don't think you stand a chance."

you felt a warm hand caress over your own. ukai pressed down on it. his eyes didn't leave yours either as his face trailed closer to yours. his lips were feather like against yours. he pressed a chaste kiss to your soft lips. it wasn't rushed. not carnal, or primal, or how it usually was — like he needed it like the air he breathed. this felt... more controlled, less impulsive. this felt like a choice he was making without the whims of his addiction.

he pulled apart. you watched his face, the way his eyes stayed closed, as if he was etching this memory — two on the floor of an empty mart. when he opened his eyes, he sighed somewhat miserably under the dim light, "i do need to clean the store. mom keeps nagging me."

you narrowed your eyes at him, your tone deadly. "i don't suppose you're asking me for help."

he shrugged, "well, might as well live up to the rumours, right? between coaching, and the farm, and the store— ouch!" not letting go of the hand that was in his, you had used another to smack his muscled bicep. your palm made contact with the taut skin again and keishin grinned, "sorry, sorry. i'll do it myself."

you both sat in silence for the next ten minutes before you hurried back home, and his hand never left yours.

━━━━━☆⭒

four months later.

"yeah, yeah... hah— fuck!" your eyes rolled back as keishin snapped his pelvis against your own. his balls smacked against your skin, stinging where they met repeatedly.

you were bent over the counter, your eyes glassy as the aisles of the sakanoshita mart in front of you went in and out of focus. behind you the blonde grunt, digging his rugged palms into your skin till it marked red.

"keis-shin." you managed barely, falling against the now-hot metal as he brought your body back to meet his. he hissed, "yeah?"

you threw a glance back, barely being able to see his reddened, sweat-ridden face. your lips wobbled, "w-what's... you're so rough...?"

at your obscene expression, ukai felt his hips falter. fuck. he was gonna cum. your eyes were glassy, tears pooling round the edges and dropping down in fat, hot drops that tainted your cheeks. your bottom lip was bruised — presumably from his kisses and the way you were biting into them to contain your moans. your face was flushed, hair sticky.

"'m stressed." he grunted, still drilling his erection into your velvety walls like it wasn't evident enough with just words.

your words were soft, a coo almost, "n-nationals?"

"hm." he nodded once at your words. god. your voice. he was gonna cum. fuck. the sweat beads trailed down his face and onto his muscled body. you could feel his abs press against your back as he put his body weight over yours, all but pressing you and body into the counter under him.

he didn't wanna see your face, or hear you speak, or do anything that made you... well, you, knowing very well that either one of those things could undo him in a moment. and that, was not an outcome keishin ukai was ready for.

the metal creaked as your cheek was sandwiched against it, your eyes rapidly blinking down tears as he somehow increased his tempo. thwack! his skin met yours, and the only thing echoing in the closed mart was your lewd moans and lecherous sounds of skin on skin.

"kei—" you started but he was shushing you from above, pressing messy fingers against your sticky, wet clit and massaging rough indentations of his own name.

"oh my god." your eyes blinked away the hot tears, your jaw slacking open to let chants of his name slip you by. above you, ukai was in no better state. his thighs burned with the stretch of rocking forward and backward, burying himself into you and pulling back methodically. his biceps flexed, grasping at the fat of your hips, then your waist and finally one of them wrapping around the back of your neck. his breath was labored, yours matching. his usually tied up hair had been let down, the sweaty locks being hastily pushed back so he could see you — see you whole.

your body twitched under his, the smooth skin perspired and reddened where he pressed his rugged palms against you. your chest rose and fell rapidly, hands aimlessly trying to hold the smooth metal and failing. the back of your thighs were a shade of bright red, matching the front of his thighs. your face — god. your face. your eyes were heavy with unshed tears, flushed cheeks wet from your own overstimulation. your lips were bruised and voice scratchy.

"feels s'good." you babbled against the counter and the soft voice reverberated and came back to him in a falsetto. he grinned, feeling the sweat pour down his hair and onto his muscled back. "yeah? feels good?"

you nodded with the energy you could muster — which was barely there. every inch of your strained muscles throbbed — sore and spasming — as he fucked into your needy hole. obscene fluids cascaded down his curved length, falling to the floor with each calculated stroke into you. he was slipping in and out of you so easily, like... like, "this pussy's made f'me. god."

you nodded, babbling nonsense in sync with his, "yesyesyes— god. yours. all fucking yours."

something warm spilled within his ribs, painting his intestines golden. you were... his?

he laughed, something short-lived and airy, "yeah. all mine."

with each thrust into you, your walls clawed greedily against his length, milking him for all he was worth. your heat made him dizzy, made his head spin with the way it was clinging onto you and sucking him in. every time he reeled his hips back, it seemed like your body gnawed and embedded it's warmth into his erection, leeching him off. he couldn't stop. he couldn't get off of this high that your perfect cunt intoxicated him with.

"hah— you're killin' me." and he was barely lying. keishin ukai — a man with good stamina and sportsmanship — was barely holding on with a thread. his sanity? waning. his patience? already gone. his dick twitched inside of you, beading out drops of pre that sloshed around in your womb and acted as a lube for him to fuck you.

you screamed, something rich and primal, "keiii—! cummin' haaah hngh—"

"fuck— yeah. cum f'me. cum on my cock." his vision grew bleary, sweaty palms barely making rough circles into your clit with each stroke. your body bowed, arching off of the metal and spilling against his hot body. your walls spasmed. your jaw fell open with rough moans of his name. oh, he was done for. he was done.

your body under him was slumped, barely able to hold itself up as keishin snapped his hips in irregular jitters of desperation. his cock wept, blurting out wispy ropes of white inside of your cunt. you gasped, feeling his warm seed taint your insides. he groaned alongside you, "shiiit. cummin'. i-inside you—!"

"yesyes ohmygod."

you felt his spent weight fall on top of yours. his length was still buried in you, half-hard and swimming in a pool of his own essence. you felt so full. with his hard breathing hit your backs in rough pangs, his weight blanketing over you, with his cock plugging you in. you barely caught your own breath. slowly, your breaths fell in sync. you felt him groan as he picked himself off of you.

he slowly pulled out, watching the white fluid flow down your folds along with the mess of fluids at your epicenter. at the view of the fluid flowing down your thigh, ukai felt a sly grin tug at his full lips. his.

you gave him a glance over your shoulder, sighing, "feelin' better?"

"loads." he snickered, "quite literally."

you rolled your eyes but he didn't catch it, already bending down to fetch the wipes he kept for you from a bottom cabinet near the cashier counter. picking himself back up, he gently laid you on your back and wiped it off. he spoke softly, "sorry I called you so late at night. i know it's a headache."

"not really." he could hear the smile in your words, "i mean, it's been so long since i sneaked out of my house. it was actually fun."

"hm? was it fun to fuck in an empty mart like a bunch of weird teenagers?"

you bit the inside of your cheek at the contrast between his gentle actions and the playfulness in his words. it was two in the morning, and hiding away from your families, you two were just done fucking in the ancestral mart. the pale moonlight from outside barely lit his muscled figure up. you could barely make out the hickeys littering his chest.

"um. so, how is... the practice going?" there was a gentleness to your voice that ukai picked on. this wasn't the question you wanted to ask him, he presumed. he answered anyways, "good. if we beat nekoma, then i think we'd be fine."

"tokyo, huh?" you wondered aloud, sitting upright as he disposed the tissues in a small bin nearby. goosebumps littered your body as you saw keishin pick up your discarded clothes off the floor and hand it to you gently. his fingers brushed against yours and you shuddered at the timid moment, despite all what you two were doing a little while ago. putting your head through the tshirt, you asked, "hey, be honest. did i actually help you quit smoking?"

"i—" he looked sheepish, pulling his sleep shorts up his hips, "i mean... i don't smoke two packets a day. just... one or two every three or four days. that's progress, right?"

you poked your head through the hole, smiling, "yeah it is, i suppose."

"i do have to thank you, though." he admitted next, "i don't think i would have been able to do this on my own."

you shrugged, putting on your shorts next. "that's what friends are for!"

friends? is that what you two were?

he cleared his throat, blinking at your words, "yeah... friends."

as if he got hard and came inside a friend.

you fisted your palms, waiting for the right time as he began to put his tshirt on. his face was hidden under the red shirt as you blurted out, "you remember that I've been searching for jobs?"

"eh?" his voice came muffled, "yeah. what about it?"

"i got one..." you bit your words, "in tokyo."

"oh?" he poked his head through, promptly stopping. the shirt was looped around his neck, the rest of his torso naked. he spoke slowly, "that's... uh, great!"

"i- i havent taken it yet." you barely started when he cut you off, quickly putting the shirt on, "i mean it makes sense. you hate this place and you love tokyo. you always imagined settling down there—"

you were still stuck on the first part, though. you defended yourself, "i don't hate this place."

"dislike." he sounded gruff, like on edge and itching for a cigarette. desperate and backed into a corner. "whatever. same thing."

"i— kei..." his eyes met yours and his full lips parted to sigh softly, "what?"

"i don't hate this place..." you repeated, hopping off of the counter. "there are people i—"

"tolerate." he said it in a resigned manner. you stared up at him, correcting him, "like. people i like."

you noticed his adam's apple jump up in his throat. he swallowed, waiting for you to continue. you ran a hand through your sweaty locks, "but it's a really good job opportunity. it pays insanely well."

he waited for a moment, and in those few seconds, time seemed to run slow. when he spoke again, it came without hesitation, "you should take it."

"i should." you nodded, agreeing to him as an adult talking to another adult. but keishin ukai kept talking on, "and... and tokyo isn't that far from miyagi. it's like literally around the corner."

"what?" you blinked slowly as he inched closer to you, his toes a hairsbreadth away from yours.

keishin spoke slowly, "hypothetically speaking... tokyo isn't that far away."

"it isn't... i guess."

"and if i ever feel like I'm about to relapse badly, i can just drive over to get a dose in." his eyes met yours, his taller body swallowing yours under his shadow. you nodded, "or i can drive here."

"and- and like, i'm in tokyo all the time. coach nekomata arranges practice with us often, and—"

"there's the next level of the nationals there!" you finished for him and he nodded feverishly, "and that means i'll always be around. sort of."

you felt him bend downwards, his lips brushing yours, "i think what im saying is... that you should go to tokyo, and it'll be okay." he paused, "though, i don't know if i can do all of that for a friend."

the smile across your lips faltered, "w-what?"

"it's a lot of work."

and it was, you knew that! so was it so selfish of you to want him to do it for you?

he continued against your lips, "a lot of work for a friend. but for a... girlfriend? i think i can manage it."

your eyes blew wide open. your heart thundered in your chest as you stammered out, "g-girlfriend...?"

he pulled back, looking around the empty, dark mart with darting eyes, "this isn't the most romantic way to ask you, y'know post-fuck and all but... you wanna be my—"

"yes!"

he grinned, "... girlfriend. yup. okay."

you looped your arms around him, your forehead touching his, "does this mean we don't have to hide around anymore?"

he smiled, "well, no. you're my girlfriend now."

you spoke dopily, "who knew after so many fuck sessions, we'd be here?"

the lights of the mart flickered to life. you two squinted your eyes at the sudden flush of light. you heard ukai's grandpa's gruff voice boom, "KEISHIN?"

"GRANDPA?" you both craned your neck to where the man stood at the end of the mart. the top of the mart was keishin's house, you knew it. you didn't expect his grandfather to show up mid confession at two in the night!

you let go of ukai, stepping back and bowing, "ukai sir!"

the aged man guffawed at your flushed faces, "did he finally ask you out to be his girlfriend?"

you raised your head, cocking an eyebrow, muttering, "finally...?"

the aged man didn't seem to care. he shrugged, "thank god. this bastard has been driving me crazy with his little crush on you since middle school—!"

the younger ukai sounded mortified. "GRANDPA?!"

"hahaha." the old man turned around, using the same stairs to go up. he called after himself, "make sure you sanitize this place, or your mother will skin you."

you two stood dumbfounded, watching the respectable man disappear again. you slowly brought your gaze to the beet-red man next to him. punching his arm, you gloated, "middle school huh?"

"oh, shut up."

you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, admitting, "it's fine. i've liked you since elementary school."

"really?!" his eyes widened, face mutating in a mix of delight and confusion. "even through my bald phase?"

you grinned, "especially through your bald phase. it was kinda hot back in high school."

he ran a hand through his hair, "should I go bald—?"

"no. just shut up and kiss your girlfriend."

if keishin ukai had to really think about it, he supposed he turned out to be one lucky fella. he got a pretty girlfriend and lesser lung damage now. crazy.

you interrupted his thoughts with a quick question against his lips, "when the kids of your volleyball team find out about us... they'd realize i wasn't there for the cleaning."

ukai sighed, "they already realized that. i mean, i think daichi did first. so, then the whole team did. you'd be surprised to find out how bad they're at keeping secrets, actually."

you tilted your head, "huh?"

"yeah." ukai shrugged, "whatever. let's go back to the kissing."

"sounds good."

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. AGAIN, IDK ANYTHING ABOUT ADDICTIONS, THIS IS A SILLY FIC!! anyways, you can pry this man from my cold, dead hands. he's just so ughhhh. love him. HE NEEDS MORE HYPE. AND IF NO ONE GIVES IT TO HIM I SHALL DO IT MYSELF. UKAI. YOU DESERVE THE WORLD. taglist: @hisbitch101 [if you wanna be added, let me know!] incase you enjoyed this, you might enjoy my tsukishima enemies-to-lover fic! give it a read :))