#confused reader

He stands there, in gray sweatpants this time, with a black sleeveless compression shirt. He’s breathing hard as he swipes a small towel over his face and arms. 

“Hi.” I croak. He turns his head in my direction. I want to lick the sweat stain on his back, but I keep that thought to myself.

“Hi. Did you sleep okay?” He asks. He doesn’t come any closer, but I find myself drifting towards him.

“Yeah. Did you?” He nods, but I know he’s lying. I can see it in the stiffness of his neck and shoulders even after he went on his daily run.

“Did you… clean me up last night?” He nods once more.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.”

“I was being difficult.”

“You’re always being difficult.” He doesn’t say it like an insult, just a statement of fact. He’s not wrong. 

“I suppose so.” We stand in silence for a few seconds, just looking at each other.

“I’m going to shower.” I nod. I keep nodding for way too long before I eventually stop.

“You’re standing in front of the door.” 

“OH! Sorry, sorry.” I finally move out of the way. He grabs his clothes and shuts himself inside the bathroom. I finally exhale. 

Now seems like the perfect time to slip away inconspicuously. I slip into my green bikini and grab my shawl cover up. I pack my beach bag with sunscreen, sunglasses, and the book I’m reading. Slipping into my sandals and leave; clicking the the door closed as quietly as possible. 

Essentially, I spend the whole day at the beach pretending to read my book. I try, I really do, but all I can focus on is last night and this morning with Ushijima. It doesn’t add up with the picture I had painted of him in my mind's eye. The rest of last night comes to me and it’s worse than I imagined. Multiple times, I drunkenly danced on him and he just stood there and let me. 

To add insult to injury, I said I wanted to fuck him so many times. SO many. He should’ve slapped some sense into me. He would never do that, but he should’ve. Then he brings me back here, puts all my ducks in a row, and orders me breakfast so I can avoid a headache today, and he was successful. The headache I have now is due to my complete lack of tact last night. I decide to stay far, far away from any alcohol for the rest of the trip. I’m actually going to keep my promise this time, because if I don’t I’ll explode. I knew it was dangerous to do last night and now I’m suffering the consequences. 

…

At about two pm I force myself to go back upstairs and get ready for this food crawl. When I open the door, I see him out on the balcony. He sits in one of the rattan chairs, reading. He doesn’t hear me come in. I stand there, admiring for a second. He’s always been pretty. Some might say handsome, but he looks more like his mother. He has her tan skin and hazel brown eyes, with his father’s dark brown hair. His beauty is almost threatening, because you’d never expect it. Big scary guy, and he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen with perpetually pouty lips. When I think about it too long, it makes me angry. 

I pull myself away from my creeping and begin rummaging through my bag for the other outfit I brought. I’m glad I packed something semi-casual and not wedding related. I take my clothes and lock myself in the bathroom before he can notice, or say something. I’m nervous around him all of a sudden. The constant up and down in my feelings around him is maddening. I take extra care in scrubbing myself for no reason in particular and lather myself in body oil afterwards, as per usual. 

The outfit I have on looks better in person than I’d imagined it. The flare jeans I thrifted fit me perfectly. I have a lacey camisole underneath a white top that ties on the front, left side of my body. It’s a halter top that leaves a very pleasing v in the front. My camisole peaks out underneath it, leaving my cleavage exposed. I accessorize with my usual everyday necklaces, some gold and silver bangles, and my favorite gold chunky ring on my right index finger. I fix my hair in a cute updo, and rummage through my jewelry bag for my hoops. I don’t find them, which means they’re probably in the front pocket of my carry-on. 

I brace myself for the world outside the bathroom. When I open the door Ushijima is sitting on the couch, doing the NYT crossword on his laptop. It shouldn’t surprise me that he does the daily crossword, but it does for a moment. I get a brief flashback of him going through three or four crossword books a month. It makes me smile to myself, while I look through my carry-on. When I stand up, earrings in hand, unclipping them to put them in my ears, he’s looking at me. Intensely. 

“Hi.” I break the awkward silence.

“Hi. You look nice.” He swallows hard when he says it. 

“Thanks. You look pretty good too.” He never dresses fancy, but he’s always pretty put together. He wears a Hawaiian patterned shirt, open to a white tank underneath. Unfortunately, he is a perpetual soccer dad in khaki pants, but they fit him so nicely I don’t even care.

“This might be the most color I’ve ever seen you wear voluntarily.” I sit on the ottoman by the door to put my heels on. They’re the cutest platform heels I have. Straps criss-cross over the top of my toes and they clasp at the ankle.

“I’m trying new things.” I look up to find him much closer than the last time I saw him. Without a word, he kneels in front of me, taking my foot in his hands. Despite having such large fingers, he deftly clasps the buckle on the side of each shoe. When he stands he looks normal, but I’m melting a little on the inside. I stand up and grab my purse from the coffee table where I left it earlier. He opens the door and gestures for me to go out first.

The silence in the elevator isn’t awkward exactly, but it's teetering the line. The food crawl starts with a boat ride to wherever the venue is, and the ride to the dock is so short, we have someone drive us in a golfcart. When he offers his hand to help me out of the golfcart, I take it. There’s no outright shock on his face, but I can see it in the way that his grip tightens. He doesn’t mention it, but he looks more than pleased when I glance over at him. I take his hand once more when he’s helping me step onto the boat.

We sit closer together than necessary, but neither of us mentions it. The start of the tour begins on the boat when we’re handed fruity cocktails with umbrellas. It’s an odd juxtaposition watching Ushijima take the glass delicately in his giant hands. When we finish our drinks the boat ride begins. The wind whips around my face, and I put my sunglasses on to keep it out of my eyes. I turn to look at Ushijima and see him squinting against the wind. I laugh to myself and watch him struggle for a minute before handing him the spare sunglasses I brought with me. If there’s one thing that will always be consistent about Ushijima, it’s that he’s practical. He only packs what's absolutely necessary, and I bet he didn’t expect the need for sunglasses. He accepts them gratefully. Seeing him in these giant diva glasses only makes me laugh harder.

He laughs with me.

…

The food crawl was amazing. We tried so many different native foods, with a street style twist on them. I can’t remember the names of anything, but every single bite was fantastic. And don’t get me started on the deserts. Creamy custards, and fried jelly-filled donuts. Many traditional deserts. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, mango. Things came in flavors I couldn’t dream of imagining. And best of all. I had fun. We had fun. There were of course cocktails. I abstained from most, but some looked too good I just couldn’t say no. Ushijima indulged too. Which is odd, because he never drinks. By the end of the tour he was downright giggling. He demanded I feed him every desert and I happily obliged. 

Every emotion shown so brightly on his face, it was hard to imagine it was him. It was him without the mask that keeps all his emotions locked tightly behind his heart. In a place, where no one can find them. But he wore his heart on his sleeve today. It only makes me like him more. When we get back he’s so tired, he doesn’t even protest when I tell him to take a nap in the bed. 

I don’t sleep. I just sit next to him and watch as his face relaxes into calm. I’ve never looked at him so plainly while he slept. He’s peaceful here. No permanent scowl, no furrowed brows. Smooth serenity evident in his features. He sleeps for an hour and a half, before I have to wake him for the rehearsal dinner. By this time, I’ve already changed into my dress for this event. It’s similar to my dress from the other night, but instead of it being off the shoulder it’s a halter top. The skirt on this is also flowier. It’s in a deep green, and I took my hairstyle from earlier to let my hair drape down my back. 

“You’re very pretty.” Is the first thing he says when he wakes up. I take the compliment, but concede that he’s probably still a little drunk. 

“You have to get ready for the rehearsal dinner.” He nods solemnly, before pushing himself off the bed and into the bathroom to get changed. That weird energy is still buzzing between the two of us and it’s messing with my head. The simplest things from him make me feel like I’m floating. 

When he comes out of the bathroom I’m stunned speechless. He’s in a suit, jacket slung over one arm, and finishing the buttons on his top. Holy shit.

“Well don’t you clean up nice.” The corner of his mouth peaks up in what is a grin by his definition.

“Not better than you.” The compliment shocks me more than it should. I return his smile, before going to put my shoes back on. He helps me once again, and the sight of him kneeling in front of me is even better in the suit. We walk impossibly close to each other, it’s almost sickening. 

We go down the elevator and into the ballroom where the wedding is being held. We’re met with a high ceiling, dark wood chairs, and beautiful drapery from the ceilings. It feels like walking through a king’s palace. I see Amanai as he sees Satori, and turn to go our separate ways. 

I hug her and she’s immediately suspicious of me. “What’s with that gleam in your eye? You guys had fun on that food crawl huh?” I roll my eyes at what she’s insinuating. 

“Calm down, nothing happened.”

“Yet.” I smack her shoulder.

“Hey! Look, I’m just… happy. I’m happy that you two are getting along again. And maybe I’m rooting for some romance but only if that’s really what you two want.” In a stroke of luck, someone comes by with a tray of champagne. She takes one, but I abstain asking if they wouldn’t mind bringing me a Sanpellegrino. 

“Did you guys rig that scavenger hunt?” She smiles devilishly. It’s exactly the kind of thing she and Satori do when they don’t get their way. They really are perfect for each other. 

“I want to take credit for this fateful event, but no. As luck would have you, you two are just extremely competitive.” I stare at her, affronted.

“I am not. Sure, it’s his job to be competitive, but I am very gracious. The hunt was just easy.” She looks at me, unimpressed.

“Honey, that scavenger hunt was supposed to take at least an hour, it took you two twenty-five minutes. I think you beat their record.” The waiter comes back with my drink, which I take gratefully.

“So maybe, I am a tad competitive.”

“If I’m being honest, Satori and I wanted to win. The flyer for that food crawl looked amazing, but if it brought you two closer to sorting this dilemma out, I can’t be mad.” 

“Well it hasn’t happened yet, but my anger towards him is slowly slipping away. Now, I’m just kinda sad that all this time has been wasted.” I stare into my can, imagining what could’ve been the reason for our separation besides the one I’ve been dreaming up.

“Yeah, well now’s the time to find out. You two have two more days stuck in that hotel room, and I expect that bed to be used to the fullest extent.” 

“Don’t you have bride things you should be doing?”

“No, but I’ll leave you to think about Ushijima.” I roll my eyes as she scampers away. She’s not wrong, but she doesn’t have to mention it.

…

The rehearsal goes smoothly and we have a five course dinner afterwards. It’s good, but I don’t think anything will compare to the Brazilian food tour we went on earlier. Ushijima’s eyes meet mine over the rim of my glass, it seems we’re thinking the same thing. It makes me smile to myself now that we have this “thing” between us that we aren’t acknowledging quite yet. It exists in the gray area of thoughts right now. 

Watching Tendo and Amanai flounce about on their wedding trip gives me a heady sort of feeling. Having seen them through many stages of life, and watching them grow together, has been one of the best things about the life I’m living. It makes me think back to what Amanai said at the scavenger hunt, and she’s right. I’m not happy. Content sure. But happy? I’m happy watching all the good things happen to my loved ones, but it does feel like something’s missing. 

I see him out of the corner of my eye, talking to someone, glass in hand. He doesn’t look like he’s really listening and my suspicions are confirmed when he glances this way. I’ve caught him staring or felt his gaze on me many times the past few days. I usually ignore it. I smile back at him instead and his look of pure shock melts into one of his subtle and shy smiles. Someone is missing from my life. 

We stick around after dinner for a little while. Talking, and drifting around one another. Like planets in orbit. Sometimes getting close, but never touching. When I start seeing some people leave, I decide to break from my orbit and walk over to him as he talks to an old friend. The friend leaves before I reach him and I take it as my sign. I’m tired. He’s probably tired of being around all these people. Seems like a valid reason to leave a little early.

“You ready to turn in for the night?” He nods, eyes tired.

We don’t talk on our way to the elevator, nor do we talk in the elevator. Realistically, we don’t have to go back to the hotel room at the same time. I know that, I do, but I wanted to. Even if it means just sitting in silence with him. I stand behind him as he unlocks the door, wordlessly I grab my things and slip into the bathroom. I do my night skincare routine, and get into my pajama set. When I come out of the bathroom he’s sitting on the couch, clothes in hand. He passes me in silence. It’s comfortable, nice even, that we don’t have to talk to understand one another. I pace outside the bathroom door, waiting for him to come out. When he opens the door, he startles, shocked to find me standing there.

“Do you want to share the bed?” His eyes widen for a fraction of a second. We stare at each other, unblinking. He nods. 

He walks to the other side of the bed, the one that I clearly have not been occupying. I get in on my side. We lay there on our backs, staring up at the ceiling, no words passing between us. I turn to my side hoping I’ll find sleep. Knowing I won’t.

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You were coined as the innocent one. The one that never got her hands dirty, and never put herself into anything risky. 

But instead of doing anything risky, you decided to befriend someone that some people would consider risky all on his own. 

You and Takatora have these little daily meet ups. Whether is was for making sure you were with him in a game, or just so you both could be close to each other. The second situations would usually consist of him listening to you babble about - well - anything. 

It could stretch from you talking about your life before the games, or something stupid like what you dreamed about last night. 

Whatever it was, he listened. 

He would talk to. Short sentences and one word agreements. And, you were okay with that.

When he did talk to you more than a few short words, it was usually when you two were alone and you asked him a question. Things like what he was like before the games, and what inspired him to get his tattoos. In these moments, you were the listener and he was the talker. These were your favorite moments.

Then one day, it all stopped. 

It was weird how it all ended too. You usually wore shorts and a jacket over a bikini top. You didn't like people looking at your skin, and you most definitely didn’t like when some guys would cat call you. 

But, on that day it was to hot for even just a jacket.

You were stretched out on the roof top; wearing nothing but your bikini top and bottoms. You had a towel underneath you so the hot gravel wouldn’t burn your skin. You would have sat out near the pool like a normal person, but you were to self conscious and you were going to meet up with Takatora soon. 

Last time some guy said something suggestive in front of him, let’s just say you didn’t become the favorite at The Beach because of it. That was one of the many reasons why you had no other friend’s besides Takatora. He was very protective of you. 

But honestly, you didn’t need anybody else. 

As you were longing around at the roof top, waiting for Takatora to find you, you wondered what could be taking him so long. 

You turned around to lay on your stomach and stared at the roof entrance. Just when you were about to flip over again, the door opened and there came the man himself.

You smiled at him, and he smiled slightly back. He walked over and sat in front of you crisscrossed. 

“Hey, Tora. What took you so long?” 

His smiled brightened a little more at the sound of his nickname coming from you.

“Meeting with the executives.”

You nodded your head in understanding, and then remembered you were going to flip over back onto your back before he entered. Got to have an even tan after all.

You flipped over and put your hand over your eyes so the sun wouldn't blind you. 

“So, what was the meeting about?”

This was actually a very normal question for you to ask. He wouldn’t tell you everything, but you some how felt more in the loop then the rest of the people at The Beach from what he did tell you. 

But this time, he didn’t answer.

You just thought it was taking him awhile to think of what to tell you that wouldn’t get him in deep shit with the other executives. After about a whole minute stretched by, you uncovered your hand from your eyed and looked backwards at him. He looked upside down from this angle.

“Tora, you okay?” 

He just stayed looking in front of you. You thought something was in front of you so you glanced to try to see what was keeping his attention, but there was nothing there. 

You then sat up compactly and turned your body around to face him. You leaned back on your hands, and stretched your legs in front of you. You were about to ask him the same question again, until you saw what he was really looking at. 

His eyes were traveling up and down your body. Like you said before, you never wore less than a jacket and a pair of shorts. This was the first time Takatora ever saw your exposed skin before. 

His mouth was a jar, and he looked like he's never seen a women’s body in anything less than a nun outfit. This was obviously not the truth because of how other girls at The Beach wore such skimpy amounts of clothing. 

You started to feel self conscious by the ways he was looking at you, so you crossed your arms over your chest and you're ankles together to sit the same way he was. 

But, he wouldn't stop looking. 

“Takatora!”

You practically shouted his name. He shook his head and finally looked back into your eyes. When he realized he got caught worshiping your body with his eyes, his ears turned red. Your face was sporting a similar blush. 

“I-I have to go,” Takatora said quickly before standing up.

You blinked a couple times and tried stopping him by calling his name, but it was too late. He ran out the door so fast you didn't even have time to stand up, and stop him. 

This was the last time you met up with him in over a week. 

Any time you went somewhere hoping he would meet up with you, he would never show. He didn't even join you when you went to a game that week. You had to join a random group of people all by yourself. Luckily, it was a diamond game and nothing you couldn't handle.

This didn't stop you from feeling guilty for yelling at Takatora.

You one day decided to stop waiting for him to find you, and go find him yourself. You eventually did find him around the pool bar area with other militants. They were all drinking and partying up a storm. 

All of them, but Takatora. 

He looked bored out of his mind and just leaned against a wall by himself. Katana in front of him so he could lean against that too. Hood up so everyone knew not to talk to him. 

You were about to walk up to him, but he caught eyesight of you first. 

His eyes went wide and his ears turned a slight pink shade again. Once again, he ran out the room before you could even make it to the pool bar.

This was how it was between you two for the entire week. Anytime you would enter a room, he would leave. Anytime you would look at him, he would look away and become all flushed in the face.

When it hit the seventh day, you decided this was the last straw. 

You decided you were just going to go to his room and comfort him. You didn't care if he liked what your body looked like. If anything, you kinda liked it. Not in a ‘my bodies better than everyones’ type of way, but because you liked that he liked your body. 

You just wanted him back in your life. 

When you arrived to his room, you promptly knocked on the door like a considerate person. When no one answered, you opened the door a little and peeked in. You’ve been in his room a thousand times before, so nothing in it was new to you, but he wasn't there. 

You entered his room, and shut the door behind you.  

Maybe he was in the bathroom? 

You went and checked but the door was wide open and no Takatora insight. You huffed out in frustration. You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and sighed to yourself. Just when you were about to leave his room, you heard the front door to his room start to open. 

You ran right back into his bathroom. You didn't want him to find you, and think you were snooping in his stuff. You shut the door behind you as quickly and quietly as you could. 

You leaned against it and covered your mouth with your hand as an extra mesure to keep you from making any noise. 

You heard some things move around in his room, and after a couple of minutes you heard what sounded like him getting into bed. 

You opened the bathroom door quietly, and just a crack so you could see through. 

And what you saw was exactly what you thought you heard. Your best friend, Last Boss himself, was laying on his bed over the covers. 

His katana was on the side table closest to him. When you looked at his katana, you smiled to yourself at the memory it brought to light. 

You asked Takatora one day if he could teach you how to fight with it. It surprised you, and the people around you at the time, when he said yes without hesitation. 

The day he taught you how to use it, he admitted to you that you were the only person he trusted enough to hold his katana. You felt honored and your feelings for him only grew from there. No ones ever trusted you before with something so special and he trusted you without any hesitation.

Your were popped out of your memory filled bubble, when you heard a grunt come from Takatora. You looked back at him and your face became as red as a tomato. 

Takatora, your best friend, had his hands in his pants having - err - alone time?

You looked away right away. You should not be watching him please himself. You may have a soft spot for him, but that doesn't mean you should watch him do... his thing. 

“Y/n~”

Your name being moaned out made your ears perk up. Did he just? - No way. It must have been your imagination because there’s no way...

 “Fuck, Y/n~”

Your jaw dropped. Not only were you intruding on Takatora doing his thing, but you were listening to him do it to YOU!

You bit your lip and tried to slow your rapid beating heart. The noises from the other side of the door weren’t helping it though. 

You instinctively rubbed your thighs together and cursed at yourself for actually enjoying the fact that Takatora was jerking off to the thought of you.

It’s too late to turn back time, so your curiosity got the best of you. You peeked through the crack in the door again, and you quietly gasped at the sight. 

Takatora had his eyes shut, and head thrown back. Hand on his cock and moving in fast motions. 

You licked your lips at the sight. You haven't ever seen a man jerk off before. Hell, you’ve never even had sex before. The furthest you've got in that department is letting a guy touch your boobs in your senior year of high school while making out. 

You weren't lying when you said you were a very innocent person.

This was something you and Takatora also had in common. Not that you ever had that exact conversation before. But when you somehow got into a conversation about first crushes, and all that, he admitted to never even kissing someone before.

When your name dropped from his lips again in almost like a prayer, you closed your eyes to stop yourself from whimpering. You were so turned on for him right now, you were about to open the door and beg him to take your virginity. 

Instead, you rubbed your thighs together a little and hoped this would be enough until you got out of the bathroom.

That’s when you realized your situation. You were stuck in his bathroom with no way out but the front door. You mentally cursed at yourself for getting in this predicament. 

You turned around, no longer watching Takatora do his business, and looked around the bathroom. Trying to figure out a solution on how you’ll get out of there. It’s then you see the air vent right above the sink. 

It wasn’t a great plan, but it would have to work because you were out of options. You lifted yourself up onto the counter and reached for the vent. You were just the right height to reach it, so you started unscrewing the vent bolts with your hands. It took some time, but some how you made it work. 

You kept hearing the pleasant noises from Takatora the whole time, but you just kept reminding yourself to focus. 

You got to the last bolt and started scrambling to get it done. Right when you were about to turn the bolt one last time to open the vent completely, you heard Takatora grunt out in pleasure with your name on his lips. This brought your focus back on him for just a second, but in that second the vent was completely unscrewed and it fell to the ground with a loud bang.

There’s no way he didn't hear that. Your eyes went wide and mouth flew open at what just happened. 

You heard Takatora’s feet hit the floor and you knew he was about to go to whatever made that noice. You started forcing yourself into the vent as fast as you could. 

Just before your whole body got into the vent, a hand gripped onto your ankle and pulled you right out.

Your head hit the counter during the fall, and you were out cold.

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When you woke up, your head hurt like you were just hit by a crow bar. You instinctively put your hand on the side of your head, and hissed at the pain it brought you. As you sat up, you looked down and realized this wasn’t your bed. You then you looked around and realized this wasn’t your room either. 

You started to freak out and look around franticly. You only calmed down when you saw Takatora sitting in the corner in a chair, staring out the window. You breathed out in relief. You thought someone kidnapped you, but instead you were just in Takatora’s room.

Wait a minute, why were you in Takatora’s room?

You voiced this exact concern. “Tora, why am I here?”

Takatora whipped his head around in surprise when he heard you speak. He must of not realized you were awake. After his surprise wore off, you realized he became stiff and stared at the ground in embarrassment. 

What could he be embarrassed about? Was it because of last time -

Then your memory came back. You're instantly covered your mouth and looked away in your own embarrassed state. You couldn't help but babble out at an apology.

“Oh my God, Tora! I’m so sorry! I came here to find you, and talk to you about the last time we saw each other, but then you weren't here. But when you came back to your room, I freaked out and hid in your bathroom. Then - um - I thought the best way for me to leave was the vent. And-and... I’m so sorry.” 

He was now looking at you stunned. Stunned for the fact that you made this much of an effort to talk to him, or the fact that he thought you didn't see him having his alone time. 

But you did see him, you just weren’t going to worsen the situation with bringing it up. 

You breathed in and tried to calm yourself down from all the emotions swirling around in your head right now. You then thought maybe it would be best to just leave and never speak about this again. 

You stood up and sped walked to the door. You were about to pry it open, but then Takatora stopped you by grabbing onto your hand. He didn't look at you, just stared at the ground. It was silent for a long time so you spoke first.

“Takatora?”

It was just his name, but it made him look at you. You walked closer to him and his eyes widened for a second. You knew he didn’t want to talk about last night, at least right away, so you thought maybe this would be a better time than any other to ask him about what happened a week ago.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

He looked back at you again and you saw sadness written all over his face. 

“B-because-” He stopped himself short, but you just leaned in closer to him to show him you were waiting for an answer. You heard him sigh and it was like he just let out all air in his lungs that he was holding. “Because I want you Y/n.”

“Want me? Want me how?”

You weren't stupid, but you wanted him to say it out loud. You wanted him to admit the same feelings you’ve gained for him since the day you met him. The feelings that grew into so much more than a crush since he trusted you to hold his katana. 

“I want you as in - I love you.”

And this brought the biggest smile onto your face. You jumped onto him and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. He was stiff and shocked at first, but then he reluctantly wrapped his arms around you. 

When you pulled back, still with your arms around each other, you looked right into his eyes and said, “Takatora! I've loved you since practically the moment I met you.”

His eyebrows shot up and you never saw him more surprised in your life. 

“You do?”

You nodded your head rapidly. The smile that spread to his face was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You couldn't take it anymore. You leaned forward and kissed him passionately. He gasped into your mouth and It took him a moment, but he eventually kissed you back and pulled you flush against him.

Your mouths moved together in unison and you felt so free, and happy in that moment. It wasn’t until Takatora pulled out of the kiss that you're remembered there was still on more thing you had to talk about. He was the one, surprisingly, that brought it up though. 

“Um, Y/n. - What did you see last night?”

His ears turned a slight shade of pink and since you were so close to his face you saw even the parts of his face that didn’t have tattoos on them were pinker in color. He held his breath and waited for your answer. 

You felt so on top of the world in that moment, that you some how had enough confidence to say, “Nothing I wouldn't want to join into next time.”

You smirked at him and he bit his lip. Embarrassment be gone. 

He pulled you in again and dove in for a deep kiss.