"Oh no, you're not." his eye twitched, hands grasping the edge of the blanket and tucking it under your body.

That leads to a weak groan escaping your lips, a frown painting your face. "Stay strong yeah? Like always." he murmured, trying to offer you a genuine smile. But his lips felt too heavy.

"Such a pain in the ass." he clicked his tongue, heart dropping as the discomfort was still vivid across your face.

Enjin carefully removed the warm piece of cloth from your forehead, drenching it in the cold bucket of water — then squeezing the excess water out to return it back on your scorching forehead.

Luckily, you seemed to calm down again, expression slowly relaxing and the furrow in your brows gone. He heaved out a sigh and sat down on the floor, back resting against the bed.

"In reality you were tired, eh?" he chuckled, "acting all strong and independent despite experiencing the worst."

It wasn't like you are awake though, too deep in your slumber and the rest feeling a little too good for you to wake up. He doesn't expect you to of course, not if he is the one visiting you.

"Y'know... The others are quite worried about you and wanted to visit you. But I refused to let them because you need rest. They're chaotic bunch." he laughed quietly under his breath, "the basket contains fruits they picked and small notes."

The yellow haired man closed his eyes, relishing in the comfort and silence. "Especially Rudo. He almost crashed out since I declined entry. Little Zanka had to kick his butt."

Actually he wished you were there to see because he's sure you would've laughed your ass off at that amusing sight. "C'mon, [name]..." he trailed off and yawned tiredly, "dammit I should go back to my room and sleep a round."

He glanced back to your sleeping figure, covered by the soft and warm blanket as if you were some kind of newborn. "Pfft... You look pretty and funny." he grinned, "oh shoot I forgot leave out the »and« between those two words."

A sigh escaped his lips again. Yes he was worried — but he knows it won't take long until you recover again. Because you are strong, not only mentally but also physically.

That's why you're his type, after all.

"Get well soon. The others are waiting. I am waiting."

NIJIKU ZANKA.

　"ZANKA..."

The boy didn't even hesitate to snap his head into your direction, neck almost breaking at it as he quickly approached your bed. God he is sick worried because you've been asleep since the mission.

Mind you — the mission ended two days ago and you slept through those 48 hours, at best waking up for only a few seconds. "Ya need something?" he slowly dropped to his knees.

He desperately wants to talk to you on the same height and hear your voice yet it was almost inaudible. Your eyes wandered to your side without moving much, gaze landing on the worried guy.

"Water..." you requested, throat too dry to let out more than one word.

"Of course. Say less." he swiftly grabbed the cup of water beside your table and sits down on the edge of your bed. "C'mon, sit up."

His hands supported your weight, helping you sit up and leisurely guiding the glass to your lips.

"Drink slowly." he demanded, about to take away the glass, feeling like he was drowning you with that cup.

"Mmmh..." you swallowed it slowly like he wanted, water gliding down your skin.

"Just like that..." he placed it to the side and helped you lay down again. "Need anything else?"

"Stay..." your hand sneaked up to his clothes, weakly gripping onto him. "Please."

"I would've done that without ya sayin' that." he blinked, talking as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Thank... you."

A delicate smile adorned your lips as you were able to close your eyes again — the need for safety and comfort no longer bugging you since he was here. And you know he will take care of you.

"No need to thank me. Ya sound like an idiot already." he shook his head.

Yet you were no longer there, the pull into the deep sleep got the best of you and making you fast asleep. "Ya must love makin' me worried, huh?" he huffed out and watched how your grip around his sleeve loosened.

Zanka stays seated next to you, occasionally glancing to your direction and pretending it was casual — before noticing the slight knitter between your brows, your breath hitching.

It lets his heart drop immediately and his expressions hardens in concern for you. "Scarin' me is also fun now?" his finger twitched, "ya make me wanna leave. Or else I'll die through worry."

Saying all that is easy. Nevertheless he doesn't budge, body unmoving as he watched. He was watching and waiting, no matter how long it would take. He will wait until you feel well again.

And he certainly refuses to take any missions if he knows you're still sick. Even if Enjin demands it from him. He cannot put your trust second place — for you are hoping for his support right now.

"As soon as yer gettin' better, ya can annoy me as much as ya want." his whisper is barely audible, hard to catch.

"This is a one time opportunity, ya better take it."

SUREBREC RUDO.

　HE huffed loudly as Rudo dragged himself to your bed, sweat all over his face and slowly rolling down his skin. How could he not? Especially after hearing you got a huge fever during a mission.

"I'm finally here... Sorry for making you wait so long." he breathed out.

Taking the chair from the other side of the room, he placed it right next to your bed and sat down. "Rudo..?" you questioned, whisper so small — he barely caught onto that.

"Y-Yes? I'm right here." he responded almost immediately.

"Get away..." you ushered him to.

Your body was weak yet your might was enough to show him your concern at the sight of him. A frown settled deeply on his face as he heard those words before shaking his head.

"No... I'm not leaving your side." he refused, "I fought my way to be here. And now I'm staying. No one can drag me out of here."

Right — he did hurry into your room with a few hindrances because everyone blocked his way, trying to explain him that you need rest alone. But he can't. His heart cannot allow that.

Being alone sucks and he is aware of that. He knows painfully well how much you hated being alone at your most vulnerable. And your demands mean nothing to him.

It's a lie, he already figured.

"I'm—" you suddenly started to cough.

"A-Ah..!" he panicked slightly and rushed to get you a glass filled with water. "Here..! Drink."

Carefully, he raised your head a little and helped you drink the water, heart racing and bumping against his chest loudly. "I'm... sick." you mumbled under your breath, "you'll catch... a cold too."

"And?" he trailed off, setting the glass aside and gently dropping your head on the pillow again. "So what if I get sick?"

"But..."

"Get some rest. Stop talking." he sat down on his chair again, this time being more stern with you, "sorry if I sound mean..."

A sigh left your lips as you eyed him quietly, the frown still visible. But then — the fever caught up to you again, forcing you to lose all kind of energy and pushing you to sleep.

"Dumbass..." you murmured, breathing steady and calm, "hold my hand... Please."

"Of course." he replied, his gloved hand sneaking underneath the cover and grasping your hand gently. "Whatever you want..."

With that, your lips curled into a little smile.

"[name]... Don't scare me like that again." he plead and leaned over, elbows propping on the cushion — his forehead softly hitting your intertwined hands. "Please."

One word to describe him? Restless. His leg nervously bouncing up and down while he prayed in silence, begging so you would get well soon and recover quickly.

"Just focus on your recovery... I—" he choked.

"I can't handle seeing you like this."

NAGUMO YOICHI.

　"PFFT—"

It wasn't supposed to sound mean or anything with ill intent as he bursted into laughter at the sight of you lying in bed, almost dead. Well you already look dead with the messy hair and deep, dark bags under your eyes.

"You look really..!" he covered his mouth, placing a basket of fruits on the desk.

Actually you don't find yourself caring much, your body too weak and about to shut down. So you decided to close your eyes, shuffling around the bed and turning your back to him.

"Ouch!" he played hurt before sitting down on the chair, "sorry, sorry for laughing."

Nagumo heaved out a sigh and crossed his legs, elbow on his knee and hand supporting his head. "Didn't take you for this weak." he murmured under his breath, grin everlasting.

"Shut up..." it took everything to mutter out two damn words.

"Whatever you want." he beamed and spoiler alert, he did not shut up.

Carefully, he raised his hand and placed it against your burning forehead. And then you felt it — it was cold, so cold that you would already compare it to ice. A shudder run down your spine.

"Go away..." you wanted to swat his hand away yet again, you were too weak.

"Doesn't feel like it though." he whistled, watching how you leaned closer against his skin.

Using all your might to turn over again, your half-lidded eyes wandered around his face. "You shouldn't move too much." his grin faltered slightly, tattooed hand caressing your cheeks gently.

A ghostly shadow you might say — touch so cautious and gentle as if he was afraid to break you even more yet also powerful, knowing that you were able to relax through the coldness of his hand.

"It was so much trouble to take off a few days." he whispered, aware how you slowly drifted into sleep again. "When you recover again, let's go out."

"Mmh..." instead of agreeing with words, you decided to hum.

Eventually, the sleep lulled you to sleep once again — even though you just woke up a few minutes ago. "Good night, [name]." he wished you and grasped your hand.

No cringe nickname, no cheesy pet names. Just [name]. [name] and Yoichi. "I knew I should've taken that mission huh? It kinda sucks, seeing you in pain." he whined.

Despite whining, there was no genuine emotion lingering behind his voice. "If you don't get well soon, I might as well take my own life. It's so boring without you and Shishiba is nagging me the whole time."

Stop being a dumbass then, you would've answered like that or something along those lines. Nagumo's gaze never shifted from your face, placing brief kisses against the back of your hand.

"You literally make me act like you're dead..." he trailed off, a chuckle leaving his lips. "I already got a big list of ideas what we could do in my mind. So you gotta recover real fast, yes?"

Finally. He sealed his lips, quietly waiting for your eyes to open again.

He frowned slightly, as if annoyed at himself.

Then, uninvited, the thought slipped in.

A quiet house. You moving around the kitchen. A child laughing somewhere behind him.

Nagumo stiffened.

“…Tch.”

Shin’s voice cut through his thoughts. “You spacing out again?”

Nagumo glanced over. Shin was watching him with narrowed eyes. Sakamoto, behind the counter, said nothing — but his gaze lingered a little too knowingly.

“I’m fine,” Nagumo replied easily. “You’re imagining things.”

Shin tilted his head. “You look… peaceful.”

Nagumo scoffed. “That’s worse.”

But he didn’t deny it.

When Hana hugged your leg without warning and you laughed softly, Nagumo felt it again — that dangerous sense of wanting something more than the moment.

Something permanent.

Later, when the shop had quieted and Hana was distracted elsewhere, Nagumo found you outside, sitting on the steps with a drink in hand.

He sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed.

“…You’re good with her,” he said casually.

You hummed. “She’s easy to like.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “She is.”

There was a pause.

Nagumo stared ahead, expression unreadable. You didn’t rush him. You never did.

“…Seeing you like that,” he said slowly, “made me think.”

You turned to him. “About what?”

He exhaled, a quiet sound. “About stuff I usually avoid.”

That got your attention.

Nagumo wasn’t smiling now. His voice was calm, measured — the same tone he used before missions, when he meant what he said.

“I don’t really plan,” he continued. “I’ve always just… dealt with things as they come.”

You nodded.

“But today,” he said, glancing at you, “I imagined a future.”

Your breath caught.

“…And?” you asked gently.

He hesitated. Just for a second.

“It wasn’t bad,” he admitted. “Didn’t feel wrong.”

Then he looked at you properly.

“If someday,” he said, “you wanted something like that… a family…”

His voice softened.

“…I think I’d want it too. With you.”

You smiled — not surprised, not overwhelmed. Just warm.

“I do want that,” you said. “Someday.”

Nagumo let out a quiet laugh, relief slipping through despite himself. He leaned back slightly, eyes closing for a moment.

“…Good,” he murmured. “Glad it’s not just me.”

He reached for your hand, squeezing it once — solid, certain.

No jokes.

No deflection.

the halls of the JCC were never quiet. the comforting echoes of students bickering loudly , sounds of squeaking sneakers and the occasional sharp clicks of heels were all blurred into some sort of white noise- a regular motif orchestrated by many scholarly campuses alike- except this one. the perfectly normal motif was often cut short by the explosive fires of ammunition throughout the school. it became symbolic, a reminder of where you were- the JCC. a prestigious school that trained and bred hit-men.

you pride yourself in your work ethic. finding a purpose and value in something else rather then the commission you'd receive after a hit- or a general praise in your ability. it became something you craved. but, it could've been very well because attention and love was all you lacked. you found solace in every paper with a high score, these were the things that always helped you sleep comfortably at night.

though you knew, better than anyone how unfair life could be; you clung on to the desperate illusion of meritocracy the JCC preached dear. it's your hard work, your strive, that will get you a spot at the top. is what they'd always tell you. so why now, all of a sudden, did your spot in the top 10 for your pre calculus class drop down to 11?

...

"watch out!" a bystander rasped- you gasp shortly before dodging a counter from your partner. "what's up with you today? your totally zoned out." miko remarked before swinging another fist at your jugular.

"its nothing." you retort , using your arm to cushion the impact of her fist- fingers snaking and her wrist, you turning on the ball of your feet- and at the aid of your other hand- you slam her body forward onto the cushioned mat in front of you.

"yowch!" miko yelped dramatically. "go easy on me kay? I'm old." "your only 24." you deadpan before helping her up from the mat. miko was your mentor, your best friend and an older sister to you. she's been with you at every step of the way, from the entrance exam till your third year.

miko scoffed "still 5 years older than you. my tailbone's fragile ya'know." she huffs- you snort, "got it. still, you can't really blame me for pulling that on you. could've killed me with that move." you point at the side of your neck, a vulnerable spot that was commonly preyed on by killers alike. she scoffs "well you could've paralyzed me so where's your empathy huh?" shrugging you retort- "hey at least you know i can catch a bullet before you do." she laughs dryly.

a comfortable silence engulfs the training room before miko opens her mouth again. "I saw the score board." you exhale sharply through your nose- instantly deflating like a balloon. "don't let those numbers get to you. school's stupid anyway- just focus on getting your license that's enough." you bring your right hand to rub your temple as the after effects of studying for your exams kicks in- clenching your eyes closed in hopes to find relief from the suddenly blaring florescent lighting.

"i know. i know that it's just- i finally feel have some sort of control over my life- and i cant help but feel like its beginning to slip." miko hums as she saunters over to her blue duffle; throwing a towel and water bottle at your direction. "whatever you say- well more like whatever you do, just don't do something stupid."

you open your mouth to retort but quickly close it only to realize that your ideas would only prove her right. the imagery of late nights and burning the mid night oil accompanied by cramming big complicated numbers into even more complex formulas and calculators didn't seem to help the argument. miko catches on , eyes attentive and eyebrows raised, she takes a swig out of her water bottle; waiting for an answer.

sighing you swipe the clean towel over your forehead, resting it over your shoulders before cracking open the water bottle to take a sip of your own. "yea. i won't"

...

"are you sure your alright? your progress for this chapter seems to be pulling your overall score down." you stared blankly at the paper in front of you. a figure that could only haunt your first year self seemed to come back to reap its harvest- 34%.

lifting your gaze to your professor you manage to crack a smile, whether it was your anxiety or the nausea that threatened to spill from your stomach- the smile helped keep your composure. "sir with all due respect- i really don't know what I'm doing wrong to be failing this class." and for a moment- you were honest. not a picture perfect student who paid attention in class, took notes, and got straight A's. you were struggling, and for once you swallowed your pride and submitted to the undeniable struggle. your professor hums, almost sounding amused.

"I never thought you out of all people would've run into issues in my class." you decide to humor him, chuckling at remark- awkwardly at best- sarcastic at worst.

he exhales contently before reaching over to pull another test paper from the stack of others. "well truthfully, its not your progress that's been the problem. its the grade threshold that's been changing." you cock an eyebrow- signifying him to continue. "a new addition has been added to this class" he admits before slipping a test paper to your direction. your eyes immediately land on the score- 91%. you almost scoff, but not out of disbelief more out of spite.

"same test, same questions, same printer- yet this candidates score seems to triple your score." you stayed silent. afraid of what you might say, clenching your jaw while staring at the paper as if it has personally offended you. "so you're saying this person single handedly tripled the threshold levels?" you manage to say. "correct. don't get me wrong your by no means dumb. this student in particular just happens to be one in a million when it comes to logarithms and exponents." you chuckle- actually? is this guy for real? you scoff to yourself. before tossing the paper back onto the desk in front of you.

your eyes wander across the paper tracing the delicate ink that showed the candidates name and number- candidate : 10294 nagumo yoichi.

you say your final remarks to your professor before leaving the classroom- hoisting your backpack over your shoulders. navigating your usual route around the JCC- you take a selected combination of lefts and rights to land yourself in the warm lighting of the quiet library. an odd sight that juxtaposed most of the JCC's iconic florescent glow. the comforting biblichor of the library never failed to cure your raging anxiety- exhaling softly through your nose you settle over at the familiar corner of the library; pulling out comically large text books and papers from your bag before popping one air pod in your ear.

quietly humming to yourself you prepare yourself to begin the grind- that was until you felt a small tap on your shoulder. glancing over you meet a pair of curious obsidian eyes, he gestures, pointing at his right ear before mouthing "can i have the other side?" in his attempts to be quiet. you raise an eyebrow, skeptical of his intentions you mouth back "why?" he smiles sheepishly before showing his own pair of air pods- they were dead. you looked at the case before looking back up to meet his gaze again, sighing you reluctantly nodded, passing him the other side.

he flashes you a grin before pulling the chair next to you- placing his own resources from his bag onto the wooden table. you choose ignore his presence, instead focusing on the monstrosity of a question in front of you. scribbling the numbers and variables on to the paper, you spiral and stare at your calculator, the figures on the paper began feeling more foreign by each new line. tugging at the root of your hair, you sigh softly before your attention is drawn to the stick note that slides its way from the direction of the boba eyed boy beside you.

you have shit music taste :p glaring at the note you cock your head to the sender- giving him an unimpressed stare. he chuckles softly, resting his head on his right hand while his body and shoulders faced parallel to your figure- lazily grinning at your reaction.

snatching the pen across the table you write right below the remark, 'then give my air pod back. and stop annoying me i don't need another problem to solve.' his eyes followed your movements intently.

placing the pen down, you shove the note into his direction. his inked slender fingers gingerly held the note- and you notice his grin widens. unexpectedly he leans over, close enough for you to feel the body heat radiating against you. he stares quietly at the textbook, expression shifting to a less playful one before quickly returning to his signature grin. his breath now fanning your cheek he whispers lowly in your ear- "seems like your still stuck here." your face flushes.

embarrassed you scoff out a reply, "so what if i am. can you solve this?" jerking away to create space between you and the boy. however it seems to backfire as it gave you a clearer view of his painfully handsome features. his round eyes bore at your expression, his hair was long and overgrown, most of it messily tied into a low ponytail while the strays framed his angular face. his lips still curled, retaining the same cheeky smirk- "you're staring." "I'm not" you quickly retort.

he laughs- "sure. but yes i can solve it." you huff. before mumbling to yourself again "great, just how many more geniuses do i need to beat?" he catches on- "oh don't worry I'm no genius" he raises his hands dramatically in surrender.

"i just enjoy the concept of math." you roll your eyes "yea and I'd enjoy if my class threshold goes back to normal." he hums, "someone's messing with the thresholds?" you sigh in frustration- "beats me, i just hope this nagumo yoichi guy or- whatever his name is- drops out of my class or something." he pauses before awkwardly chuckling, "why are you so set on excelling- its just one grade."

"you wouldn't get it."

"oh? try me."

you turn to face him, but before you could respond, the curt noise of someone clearing their throat cuts you off.

both your heads cock to the person, and were met with an annoyed gaze. "its either you guys stop chatting or leave. this is the library."

...

"it was your fault." the boy quips, scoffing, you retaliate- "you talked to me first." he huffs puffing his cheeks out as the both of you saunter out of the library. "sooo you gonna let me help you with that question? or you gonna keep tugging that hair till you bald?"

he coos sarcastically. you glare at him annoyingly, mentally taking note of his slender stature you failed to notice while he was sitting down. "same time, same spot tomorrow. don't be late." his grin widens- "deal."

...

the next evening, you two sat closely in the shared corner of the library, hunched over the problem you were stuck on. his pencil glided over the silky paper- graphite tracing dark lines and shapes into the paper. they represented the familiar functions and complicated formulas which you had struggled solving. within a couple of minutes he finishes the question- ending his workings with two angular lines below the final answer.

admittedly, you weren't really paying attention to how he was solving the problem. instead you were too focused on the way his features softened into something a little more serious while he did the math. his brows knit softly together, lips pursing ever so slightly- you began to curse under your breath because of how pretty this man looked under the warm light.

"do you get it now?" he leans over to whisper in your ear. you redirect your gaze to the paper before humming "i get this part." pointing at the beginning of the problem, delicately tracing the writing before stopping at a later part. " but how'd you get this figure?" you query. lifting your gaze to make eye contact with the man next to you.

meanwhile, he drops his to the paper, analyzing the part you had trouble in. lifting the pencil again, he explains the reasoning behind the working while drawing simpler examples to break the concept down for you. attentive, you make a note to realize this random guy- whom you don't even know the name of- is really good at teaching this shit.

as he finishes you let out a small chuckle, soft enough not to track attention from the librarian again. the man next to you raises his brow ,expression unreadable. "what's so funny?" he pouts. "it's nothing. you're just really good at this tutoring shit. you must have had loads of experience huh." you quip. he huffs in response "I don't tutor people" "aww so am i an exception?" you tease, pouting your lips, and batting your eyelashes dramatically at him. he laughs- "maybe, or maybe i just feel bad for you." both of you giggle softly over the witty exchange before a comforting silence preserves the odd tension between the two of you.

...

you continue repeating this routine- waking up, going to class then immediately cooping yourself in the library with the mysterious boy you met two weeks ago.

oddly enough, you never recall seeing him roam free outside of the library- let alone any class. you and him never exchanged any sort of socials, hell you didn't even know his name. it made you wonder, how did you not know his name? and for the first time, it became a problem you were more eager to solve over the ones in your text books.

...

"something on your mind?" the round eyed boy questions, poking your arm with his index- just within a short time he has grown awfully affectionate- "nope." you respond coolly, making sure to stress the necessary syllables. he pouts, "you're a terrible liar." you hum in acknowledgment. allowing the silence to grow space between the childish exchange.

mind still pondering on the true identity of the anonymous boy beside you. "hey" "hmm?" you hesitate asking for a minute, but eventually your curiosity boils over "i still don't know your name." he turns his head to look at you- his signature grin missing. uncharacteristically, he was quiet. you and him hold eye contact for awhile, confused your face contorts into an awkward expression- anticipating his answer. "nagumo."

"....what?"

...

storming your way into your dorm, you fumble loosely with the keys before jamming them harshly into the lock. bursting into your room- miko shrieks in shock, her whole body flinching at your arrival. "jesus, what's got you all worked up?" she exhales dramatically. "my hot tutor is the guy i've been trying to one up for the past week." miko whistles "sheesh, are you describing a romcom or your life?" you groan- "not funny."

miko hums playing with the corner of her pillow, "so what now, you just gonna ghost him? beat him up? threaten him to lower his grades just so you can pass?" you sigh bringing your hands to rub your face "forget it, i'll just have to find a way to beat his score conventionally." miko smirks "without him tutoring you though?" she asks, uncertainty and disbelief in her tone.

"i thought you said your grades were getting visibly better after he started tutoring you?" groaning you toss yourself onto your bed, face planting into your pillow. "yea.. but if that means i have to face him knowing i was openly trashing him the whole week, no thanks."

miko laughs, "you've acted like you've not said worse about everyone else on campus." "yeah but i don't give a fuck about them." you snort. mikos smile widens "oh? and since when did you begin to give a fuck in the first place? don't tell me you're developing a crush on nagumo?" she suggests, wiggling her brow. "hah, a crush? no way. a little curious? maybe." you argue back. your voice a little smaller at the end of the statement.

miko rolls her eyes- "curious about what he's got in his pants? or what?" "WHAT?! NO!" you shriek, "yeah yeah just don't get pregnant kay?"

"MIKO??"

...

"alright! pay attention, you have exactly 3 more quizzes and one more month until you have to sit for the final chapter exam. all these quizzes will be graded out of 25% and your final will be out of 25% as well." your eyes bore into the big screen, in your safe corner of the huge lecture hall, you gaze begins to shift. for the first time in 3 years, you began to scan the unassuming faces in the hall, only for it to land on a particularly familiar one.

nagumo had his hair down. a sight you rarely saw since he often stole the rubber band on your wrist during your daily sessions- hastily ridding the long locks obstructing his vision. in a familiar manner, he had his cheek rested lazily on the palm of his hand, and from your view, you had direct sight of the ever slight stubborn fat of his cheeks. his giant saucers, sagged tiredly; his glance boring at his free hand, fidgeting with his pencil.

you stared shamelessly, and nagumo always knew when you had your eyes on him.

his gaze lifts lazily to meet yours; his signature smirk began to curl playfully on his lips. you blink at him, unimpressed. both of you began to stare each other down, an indescribable tension began to grow between the two of you before your professors voice pulls both of your attention, "now, all of you show great promise. i have no doubt most of you can excel even with the new additions in this class." he remarks eyeing you before glancing over to nagumos vicinity.

following your professors eyes, you find that nagumo's grin widens, his eyes crinkling kindly at the professor- almost as if he was thanking him. nagumo drops the facade, his face resting into something more genuine before gaining eye contact with you again. "good luck" he mouthed in your direction, a sly smirk on his lips.

the taunt gnawed at your pride, this became more then petty rivalry- it was war.

...

less than a week has passed , and yet it had seemed you reverted back to your old ways. avoiding the library, you opted for the confines of your room- spending your time writing lines after lines of mathematical problems you gaslit yourself to understanding. only ever leaving for class, or to train and spar with miko. nights always consistent of a cold can of your favorite energy drink- and a nice date with your textbooks. unfortunately due to this new routine, your stock depleted rather quickly. yet, you took this as an opportunity to leave the confines of the sterile campus.

sighing, you gather the empty cans into a large plastic bag before shoving all the paper filled with your failed attempts along with it. tying the the plastic bag closed- you haphazardly slip on a random pair of shoes before grabbing a large hoodie closest to you.

tip toeing out of the JCC campus, you pull your phone out to check the time- 1:24. as you continue the route that would eventually lead you to the convenience store, the peaceful night was disrupted by a loud voice "WHAT? NO WAY GIVE IT BACK!". you look up from your phone- just outside the convenience you see a girl around your age, her hair was a flurry of bright cyan, poorly tamed into blunt curls. next to her a man who had his hair tied neatly into a bun, the white strays lightly tickling his brow.

he was holding a cigarette- well more like protecting the cigarette- from the whining girl, a scowl apparent on his face. you brush them off, sauntering your way into the store and making a beeline for the drinks section. with a small cart in hand you toss a few cans into the basket, ensuring none of them were defected. suddenly, a box of chocolate pocky appears in your cart, unsure if you unknowingly placed one in, you lift it up to inspect the confectionary. "oh wow are you actually gonna buy that for me? what an angel!" your ears perk at the familiar voice- craning your neck to face the owner; a deep annoyance becomes apparent in your features. a stark contrast to his rather joyful one. "miss me?" you scoff tossing the box of pocky at his face which he (unfortunately) catches in a swift motion, smile still coy on his lips. "you wish. why are you stalking me." "yowch, is it wrong for a tutor to check on their students progress?" you roll your eyes, exhaling sharply, "you were never my tutor and i was never your student."

he hums "i feel like you would've said other wise just a week ago." you stay quiet, you won't deny that indeed, you felt he benefited you greatly in your struggle- but the bitter betrayal you felt was much stronger then the grades he brought to the table. it made you wonder why it he bothered you so much. why couldn't he just have told me?

"..why couldn't you just tell me from the start?" you dropped your gaze; too ashamed to make eye contact with him. nagumo stayed quiet, uncharacteristically so, it made you nervous, anticipating his reply. "i liked hanging out with you."

you shift your glance eyes meeting his. "i was worried, if i told you that day you'd stop hanging out with me." he chuckled, but not in his usual song tune. his glance dropping to his feet, "it's stupid, i know-"

"I like hanging out with you too." you confess rather bluntly- though internally, you were panicking. his eyes shoots up to meet your expression. ".. and I'm sorry i said all that crap about you."

his round eyes widened, eye lashes batting rapidly- almost as if he was checking if he was hallucinating.

"you're not mad?" he asks meekly. you don't know if his reaction scared or humoured you- an awkward chuckle erupts from your throat, "surprisingly, i'm not so mad it was you."

his lip twitched, curling back into his familiar grin. "thank god." he sighed dramatically- "does that mean we're.... cool ?" he quips, mirth tipping over in his tone. you hum, "only if it means you'll share your snacks- and that we finally get to see who's better at close combat."

nagumo laughs, his grin widening "deal."

...

"ah... fuck..!" your eyes rolled to the back of your skull- face flushed with drool dripping shamelessly down your chin. eyes shutting tight, trying to find relief from the addictive pleasure.

"nuh uh... eyes up here pretty.." nagumo croons lowly, his eyes dark with lust. his hand snakes around your jaw, yanking it harshly to meet his dazed stare.

his grin lazy, though faltering ever so slightly every time you squeezed around him. the room was filled with lewd sounds- the squelching of your heat fluttering around nagumo's hard length followed with your gasps and whines, bounced off the walls and fell entertainingly onto nagumo's ears.

he had you in such a degrading position, bent over a desk your skirt- which you purposely choose due to its risqué length- crumpled and wrapped securely within his balled fist, your whole ass on display.

his pace was merciless, his hips bruising the plush of your ass, fat tip drilling brutally all the way into your cervix. "aww... what happened to all that talk huh? you were soo fuckin' chatty just awhile ago hm..?" he spits, voice dripping in thick honey. "fuck.. ah.. you nagumo... shit!" the palm of his free hand met the round of your ass, "we went through this no? i told you to call me yoichi." he tuts, tongue clicking in disapproval. hand now sadistically stroking the reddening print on the fat mound. you let out a whimper, rather pathetic on your end but with the way his large hand kept wandering- made it difficult for you to care.

his palm slipped through your shirt, groping one if your tits. his index and thumb skillfully pinched and pawed feverishly at your flesh- cold fingers caressing your buds made your head toss back in pleasure. he took notice, his grip releasing from your skirt, finding purchase in the locks of your hair. "comon.. you can do it. your such a smart girl hm?"

your face flushes at the endearment- yet your attention was averted by his hand dipping dangerously between your thighs. his finger dips into your folds, drawing circular motions on your clit- instantly your pleasure boils over. "ah! fuck y-yoichi, please don't stop..." you babble uncontrollably.

he hums in amusement "fuck... such a good girl f'me." his hips snapped against yours at an impossibly fast pace- his own groans began to grow apparent- torso pressing against your back. his hands snake downwards, palm pressing on your stomach- he chuckles darkly. "shit, i can feel myself through here.."

you moan in response. nagumo's hands groped at the side of your hips- growing impatient he chases his high, borderline lifting your lower body off the floor, treating you like some fuck-doll. your throat gives out by the action. mouth molded into an o shape with no viable sounds escaping its confines. you feel the heat pooling in your abdomen grow tighter and with every brutal snap! your high draws abundantly near.

"ngh... y-yoichi please...!" you whine, "hm? please what pretty girl.. use your words." nagumo drawls. "c- fuck! p-please cum i-inside.." you pathetically confess.

nagumos hips stuttering at the sudden request his eyes widening before softening into something more gentle. "are you sure?" he asks uncertainly. groaning his pace grew irregular, taking almost everything in him not to stuff your pretty cunt in that moment.

"m-mhm! wanna feel s'full m.. please?" you ask sweetly , eyes brimming with tears of pleasure, cheeks flushed and hair array- how could he ever say no?

nagumo's arms curled securely around your waist- hugging the small of your back. his hips snapped to meet your sopping cunt at a feverish pace, your moans kept spilling with each thrust.

burying his nose into your neck, he kissed and sucked small marks, groaning in between each one. feeling his balls tighten uncomfortably, he let out a loud moan, his tone reaching another octave- which would have been embarrassing but with the way you look under him, and the way you were moaning on his dick- he really couldn't care less.

the knot in your stomach snapped at the sound of his moan- your head blown back you let out a high pitched scream. the pleasure dying at the back of your throat. nagumo's pace stayed brutal on the attempts to chase his own high.

fat tears began running down your face due to the sheer overstimulation. your arms and head gave out- your cheek and drool now met with the cold wooden table in nagumo's dorm.

"fuck.. m gn'a cum..." he confessed through girt teeth. he flips you around, hands around your hips as he drills his cock deeper into your drooling cunt. his lips crashing onto yours as he drinks your moans in. groaning into your mouth before you feel his hot cum stuff your sopping heat.

riding his high, his mouth never left yours. his tongue swiping your bottom lip before parting. his pace now slowed and staggered. slowly, he pulls out. both your pants filled the room- soft warm light casting a glow on your soft skin.

he looks so ethereal like this. his dark locks slick with sweat sticking loosely on his forehead, eye brows pinched together, and his round eyes scanning your body for any damage he might have caused.

"are you okay?" he asks between pants. looking you up from the curve of your waist to the marks on your neck- he scans your expression for any discomfort- although cursing himself mentally for finding your roughed up appearance rather attractive.

"yeah, im okay.." he sighs in relief. reaching over to grab tissues before getting on his knees to clean the mess between your thighs. "ah.. it's really quite a mess though.. do you want to shower?" he asks sheepishly lifting his head to meet yours. embarrassed, you just nod. a grin stretches widely across his face "yay!"

he stood up abruptly, arms suddenly swiping you off your feet carrying you into his shower bridal style. you squeak, slapping his shoulder "hey! atleast give me a warning." chuckling he lets you go, reaching for the faucet to turn on the water.

you hum, observing the various gels and soaps in his bathroom as the hot water began running down your sticky figure. sighing in relief nagumos arms snakes around your stomach - head resting on your shoulder. you reach your hand up to scratch his scalp, until you felt something poking your ass.

"yoichi..?"

"mmhh?"

"you're hard again."

".... ehe..."

...

after a very long and gruelling shower- nagumo begins rummaging through his drawers for clothes you could wear- now clad in a pair of his boxers and hoodie, you laid comfortably in the corner of his twin-sized bed. lazily tapping on your phone checking your dms. you fail to notice the bed shifting under his weight. wiggling onto you, he wrapped his arms around your stomach pulling it down to meet his face.

you groan in annoyance- he takes it as a sign of affection. stuffing his face into the soft fabric of his your hoodie. sighing you tangle your fingers into his damp locks, massaging his skull. nagumo hums appreciatively, the vibrations warming your abdomen.

"y'know i think were past all that tutor-student stuff." nagumo hums, "ish thart souw." he muffles into your stomach. "yeah." lifting his head he looks at your expression. he had never seen you so gentle and genuine, right now you weren't just a girl he met at the library. you were someone he wanted to compete with for the rest of his life.

deep down nagumo knew you were always smarter than him. beautiful, hardworking and dangerous. he was just lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth. spending time with you, seeing you so passionate brought out a side of him he didn't know he was missing- because under all the teasing and the playful remarks- nagumo yoichi was drowning in love with you.

his eyes spoke all that you wanted to know. reassured you sigh contently. embracing his figure before allowing slumber to inch closer to both of you.