He was the last guy you ever thought you'd be interested in. His looks, his attitude, his lifestyle – none of them were things you ever thought you'd find intriguing. So why did you get shivers up your spine whenever he looked at you? Why were you so excited at the thought of him being wherever you were? And why now, when you were supposedly here to visit Suzuna and Mamori, were you hanging around him and his friends instead?
More importantly, why couldn't your brain seem to focus on anything other than his lips? The way they moved as he talked, the way they quirked up into a smirk that looked only too sinful, how soft they looked. You could only imagine, and boy did you ever – near every second you spent around him, in fact – how soft they'd really be against yours.
As Hiruma called the three back to practice, barely taking notice of you (and really, why should he, you were a pretty commonplace sight around here), with a call of each of their nicknames, always consisting of a 'fucking something or other' – this was Hiruma after all – you couldn't help but pause when he called Kuroki.
"Fucking fish-lips..."
And even more so, now with just that innocent comment, your attention was even more focused on those luscious, soft lips of his. So it was no surprise that your self-control, which was admittedly pretty weak to begin with completely broke.
Reaching up and taking him completely by surprise, you grasped hold of his uniform, swinging him back around to face you and promptly planted your lips right on his. From behind you, you could hear Togano and Jumongi's loud 'huh's' of surprise and as you retreated from your sudden attack on your crush, he chimed in with his own 'huh' of surprise and, or so it sounded like, appreciation.
You ignored them though, turning to Hiruma.
"Hiruma-san, you're wrong," you said, causing him to glance at you, an eyebrow raised in confusion. "They're not at all fish-like."