#flagwarrior

get the fuck out

No Kariya- wait We have to get a good grade on this!! My parents wont be happy if I get bad grades, yaknow Should we name it? What should we do

I just told you, we're going to get a good grade. Why are you starting to stress out now? As long as you don't tear the bag in two, it's going to be fine, so chill out!

His palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms were heavy. There was no vomit on his sweater--which he wasn't even wearing--and he didn't even have a mom to make him spaghetti anymore...but....

He was nervous.

On the surface, he looked calm. You could even say he looked ready. The thing was, he wasn't. He didn't actually look that calm or ready, to be honest with you. He was just kind of a trembling wreck. Wherever Kirino was, he didnt know, but he checked the dorm first. (Un)luckily, he found the twin tailed player in the room with no one else around. Wow. How convenient. Almost as if it were meant to be.

"Ahh...Senpai..." He murmured, still standing at the door. "I was looking for you." His feet moved forward and his hands pulled the door closed behind him, locking it. Wow, he sure felt hot. Not in the sense off his attractiveness, either. There wasn't nearly that much confidence concerning that topic right now. His body temperature just felt like that of the sun. This...was going to be incredibly embarrassing. Likely on both ends.

A hand came up to rest over his reddened face until he could take a deep breath to steady himself. He was taking too long getting started and Kirino was probably wondering if he should just get up and leave--And he couldn't have that! This thought spurred him on, making him exhale and shut his eyes in concentration, only to slowly let his hand trail down his face and over his lips as the golden gaze was uncovered again to meet with bright blue.

His other hand went to the waist of his jersey, untucked for the occasion, and let his fingers slip up the fabric ever so slightly. His breathing hitched, eyes moving to stare at the wall instead of keeping contact. Shit, he didn't actually know what he was doing. One of the fingers still lingering by his lips slipped between them and he bit down, making himself whimper softly. Was that good? Is that how you did it? 

His intake of breath became a little more erratic as he let the hand fall to the opposite side of the other one and he tilted his head away, gaze sliding back to meet Kirino's from the corner of his eyes. The fingers inching up his jersey now rose up further along his waist, revealing his stomach. "Haahhn...Ranmaru..." he breathed, almost hesitantly, as he was unsure what reaction he would get. 

His fingers tickled up his sides, which only flustered himself more. Hips swayed smoothly with the rhythm in his mind, and the further he pulled up the jersey, the more prominent the general rosy blush over his skin became. He honestly wasn't sure if he could...pull this off...literally. 

Just as he let his back arch to slide the cloth over his head, he stopped. He stopped and let out a small sound that was almost like a whimper and a whine crossed together. His eyes were still fixated on the brilliant blue irises of Kirino's. Blue like the water he needed to douse the flames burning his body from the inside out. 

What would he be thinking? What...what would he want? He couldn't just stand there with his shirt shoved up to his nipples and not do anything, so he decided to actually remove the article of clothing and let it drop, breathing quite heavily. Now, he couldn't look his senpai in the eyes. Christ, he'd even called him by his first name back there. Christ....did he...have to do more? No. No, he couldn't. He just...couldn't.

.. but.

that’s rude