#kanotaka

At around the point Kano's hand squeezed her boob, Takane began to dimly realize that the closet probably wasn't the best space to seal the deal. As he shifted with a red face to try settling into a more comfortable position, the abandoned mops were more than eager to make a racket at every motion, clattering loudly against the walls. "Um--" was as far as Kano got before Takane grabbed him by the wrist.

"Don't move."

Kano's eyes were fixed on her chest. It wasn't a very impressive chest--even Takane had to admit that--but he seemed almost hypnotized by its mere nude existence. "Um," he said again, brimming with wit. He was half-naked, his pants lost somewhere in the hallway. He was probably remembering that now, judging by how warm the wrist in her grasp was becoming.

Takane had been smarter. She didn't want any risks to be taken for this day, and so had prepared a spare set of clothes in the closet, tucked behind an old bucket. Only, she forgot to take into account the amount of space Kano took up with his gangly, awkward teenage body. The longer he stared, the more self-aware she became of this fact.

"What's the matter?" Without thinking, her voice slid into the hyper-cheerful Ene. "Are you intimidated already? I thought better of a sly-looking guy like you."

"Eh? What? No way, no way." His eyes flickered a brief red as he snatched his hand from her boob, elbowing a mop with a clack. "I was just thinking, 'wow, Takane's chest is like a plain. It looks like the sort cattle would graze in.'"

"What?!"

"I'm right, aren't I?! I barely touched anything-- owowowow! Let go!"

Takane had pinched a long strand of hair between her fingers, yanking it hard. Kano responding by reaching over and pinching her nipple. Just as hard.

"Ow!"

"Let go!"

"You don't say that sort of thing when you're about to get laid!"

"W-Wait, are we really going all the way? Won't Takane pass out--?!"

"God, don't flatter yourself." She drew him close by the hair, resisting the urge to push him away. They've come this far. If she backed down now, she won't ever be able to look anyone in the eyes again.

Ready your attack plan.

"Listen," Takane said, lowering her voice. She could feel how light his breathing was becoming, little more than soft huffs against her mouth. If she leaned in any closer they would be able to kiss. Heat burned in her cheeks, but she could taste their goal. Swallowing, she tightened her grip on his hair. "I--"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "Heeeey! Are you guys stuck in there? Kano? Takane? You're in there, right? It's Seto!"