Troublesome Pigtails

(Shin/Yankumi)

Yes I realize that I drop you in the middle of the action, but seeing as I don't actually own the series, I don't have to set it up :) Disclaimer and defense in one sentence.

Yankumi kissed the same way that she did everything else. With ferver and far more enthusiasm than was probably healthy. He would hardly complain that his back had the edge of a desk digging into it as she leaned forward into him. He acknowledged that it was his fault, kissing her then leaving for years, that she kissed him so ferociously now. Her soft lips on his numbed his entire body as every nerve cell migrated to his lips. Feeling exploded in his fingertips, causing his lips to momentarily pause when he found that his treacherous hands had snuck up into her hair.

He had always loved her hair, twitching with manic energy as she thought up another hare-brained scheme that he inevitably found endearing. She had no idea what the slightest twitch of a ponytail could do to him. He had always longed to wrap it in his fist and pull her towards him, smoothing out her rabid twitching with a kiss.

Feeling returned to the rest of his body as he realized that hers, which seemed formless under her tracksuits, did have modest curves which were now pressed up against him. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer after it had disentangled itself from her long, silky hair. A lesser woman would have squeaked, but to Yankumi, it was a light hug.

The noise of the outer door opening startled the two of them apart, looking guilty. Yankumi's hands went immediately to her hair, refastening it in her trademark pigtails and putting on her glasses. Sawada stood, painfully aware of where the desk had been pushing into his back, and his knees almost buckled.

"Why Sawada Shin, could you be developing feelings for me?" Sawada almost chuckled at the reminder of a previous conversation. He brushed her cheeks with his thumb and replied.

"Don't be ridiculous." His eyes softened. "I have for forever." The door opened and the tall, older man strode in as Sawada dropped his hand.

"Kujo-sensei!" He saw that glitter in her eye, the one that signified that she was looking at her dreams come true.

'Ah, my new Shinohara-san.' Sawada thought, mildly annoyed that Yankumi kept doing that to him. At least this time he had the advantage of time. Sawada stepped forward and lightly wrapped his hand around Yankumi's elbow, drawing her slightly towards him. Kujo-san's eyes were alerted by the movement and nodded to him.

"Yamaguchi-san." Kujo's voice was neutral, and Sawada felt himself relax, there would be no fight from him. "I was looking for Takeda-san, he left his scarf in my classroom."

"Thank you very much Kujo-sensei." Yankumi said, frowning distractedly. She was so transparent, he could see the cogs whirling in her head. A blush was spreading across her cheeks as she tried to reconcile the last few minutes with her infatuation of the last few weeks. She turned away and muttered into her fist.

"Does she do that often?" Kujo asked, looking at the spastic woman with concern. Sawada shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded as he waited for his ex-teacher to stop pretending that they couldn't hear her.

"Often enough." Sawada said, detached. Kujo sighed.

"Tell her I'll see her tomorrow." He left and Yankumi was so caught up in her dramatic reiteration of the last few moments, that she didn't notice. Sawada took the time to notice what she had done with the classroom.

Finally bored, he grabbed her pigtail, wound it around his fist, and kissed her.