A/N: Hey all! I'm pounding away at the next chapter of LAWKI currently but I recently had some inspiration at writing a one shot. I was watching Friend's With Benefits, and my brain started spinning with ideas of this one shot. This is a definitely a more mature story than what I've written in terms of explicit content. I am abiding by the rules and guidelines of Fanfiction restrictions when it comes to MA writing. Though, this is not overly explicit.
This will be a 2-3 chaptered short story which is basically already written. I just have to polish it up a bit. I hope you guys enjoy this story! Because I had fun writing it!
What We Always Were
Her head was pounding.
The world felt groggy around her and there was an ache in the middle of her forehead that just refused to go away. Her mouth was dry, and she could barely keep her eyes open. Every time she attempted to flutter an eye open, the sun stung her and she shut them closed instantly.
Instant regret when she tried to shift in her bed. The ache in her head somehow moved with her and was now attacked the back part of her brain.
Kurata Sana decided she hated alcohol.
Alcohol and her best friend/roommate Matsui Fuka.
If it wasn't for her persistence, she wouldn't have been pressured into drinking as much as she did.
Nausea overwhelmed her and she groaned.
Damn that, Fuka.
Attempting to haul herself up again, Sana poorly pushed herself from the bed, allowing the bed sheets to pool at her waist.
Her eyes went wide as her body immediately chilled. She wrapped her arms around herself as her exposed skin jumped at the cool air in the room. Grabbing the sheets, she covered herself instantly and sighed at the warmness of her sheets.
It wasn't until the sheets brushed against her bare skin that Sana realized she was naked at her torso. Lifting the sheet carefully, she peered down at the rest of the body and felt her cheeks burn up as she wrapped the sheets around her again.
She was completely naked.
Why am I naked?
Swallowing the massive headache that continued to pummel at her head, she slipped off the bed with the sheets wrapped securely around her. When her bare feet touched the ground, she shivered instantly.
Taking a deep breath, Sana stood up, though somewhat shakily, and made her way to her dresser. Clothes from the night before were scattered on the floor. Her drunken state must have peeled off all her articles of clothing.
Though, when Sana tried to walk, she noticed an unmistakable ache in between her legs that she has only ever experienced once or twice in her life.
But not like this.
She furrowed her brow as her legs almost gave out on her.
They were so incredibly sore. And her hips almost felt... painful?
Her back was also sore, feeling it up to her shoulders as she stretched.
What the hell did I do to myself?
Did she stumble and fall when she was stripping herself of her clothes? Nothing outside of the clothes on the floor looked touched. Save for the pillows on the floor and... Her eyes went wide.
Her broken lamp.
She mulled and grieved for a moment.
And she really liked that lamp too...
Sana held the sheets closely to her body as she rummaged through her dresser and found clothing to cover herself.
She allowed for the sheets to pool at her feet for a moment before putting her clothes on. As she slipped on her underwear, she noticed decolorization of her skin at the contours of both her hips. She pressed against the indentation of her hip and winced at the ache.
What the hell?
Her shorts followed, and she threw an old t shirt over her head that was one size too big for her. She didn't need the bra anyway.
Taking slow and deep breathes, Sana walked towards the door of her bedroom and nearly made it until a wave of nausea overwhelmed her. Reaching out for the door, she screwed her eyes shut and rested her forehead against the coolness of her bedroom door. She inhaled, exhaled slowly.
That was when she heard the cluttering of dishes and running of water from the kitchen.
Fuka was home?
She could have sworn that Fuka was going home with Takaishi last night...?
Sana opened her door and with soft footsteps, made her way to the kitchen.
A small groan left her lips as she walked with longer strides.
"You know, I feel like crap and I put all the blame on you." Sana started, grabbing at the corner of her head. "I think you owe me breakfast, considering you convinced me to go out with you."
"And a new lamp. Because I broke mine." She sat on the bar stool at the island that separated their kitchen from the dining room. "Which again, is your fault."
When she was met with silence, Sana grew annoyed and opened her eyes to yell at her roommate.
But when she was met with dark golden-brown eyes, her heart stopped.
"Akito?" She whispered hoarsely, trying to comprehend why her best friend was standing in her apartment... shirtless to say the least.
Her cheeks went red at the fine definition of his chest that karate had definitely helped built. She tore her eyes away from his torso and found his eyes once again.
"Wha-what are you doing in my apartment!?" She pointed accursedly, her eyes growing at every moment. "And why are you shirtless, you perverted cheetah!"
He rose a brow and looked at her in question. "You don't remember?"
Sana furrowed her brows and looked at him suspiciously, her eyes scrunching towards his questioning tone. Out of the corner of her left eye, she could see the scar line over his bicep region. Her stomach churned at the memory of his stabbing and the events that followed after including him moving away from her and to America.
Fuka may have been her best girl friend.
But Hayama Akito was her best friend. He was her anchor.
"Remember what?"
But before she could answer, another wave of nausea hit her like a tidal wave and she nearly fell forward.
"Oh, I hate her so much." She mumbled under her breath as she rested her forehead against the coolness of the tile.
"Here. Drink this." Turning her head, she rested her cheek against the tile and watched as Hayama placed a mug of something in front of her followed with two pills. "This will help with your hangover."
Bless this man.
She lifted her head off the tile and popped both pills into her mouth. She grabbed the mug and made a disgruntled snort at the smell.
"Don't be a baby about it. Just drink it." She pouted at him and she half expected a smirk as a response.
So, when his eyes remained stoic, she was slightly confused.
"You're trying to kill me, that's it." She bit at him, and he proceeded to roll his eyes.
"Maybe if you hadn't drunk so much last night, you wouldn't need that."
There was a hint of a smirk and Sana did a victory dance in her head.
Though, she didn't appreciate his condescending remark.
"Like I said, I blame Fuka."
"You can't blame her for something you willingly decided to indulge in."
His voice was playful, and the smirk was growing slightly larger. Her heart began to race slightly at the possibility of seeing him smile.
"You always have to be right."
His smirk grew even bigger.
Cocky bastard.
Her eyes travelled down the length of his neck ad that's when Sana noticed a small mark at the junction of where his neck and shoulder meet.
Almost like a... bite mark.
Actually, now that she took a better look, there were multiple marks across his collarbone lines and chest. She set the mug down and narrowed her eyes at him. He must have noticed her staring at him and his marks because his hand now rubbed at his shoulder, covering the mark on his neck.
There was a slight redness forming at his cheeks and he tore his eyes away from hers.
"Who did that to you?" She pointed and asked, her chest feeling tight. There was a gnawing at her stomach and an ugly jealousy that rose to her throat.
Did she mention that she was in love with her best friend?
So, the thought of him being intimate with someone else...
No.
She didn't want to think about it.
He refused to meet her gaze for a moment and she frowned. Forgetting the drink and pills, she marched up to him and took a better look at the love bites on his body.
"What's got you all tied up? That's not like you." She pressed on and her heart began to pound loudly in her chest as she stood only a few feet away. Having him this close made her dizzy.
Hayama finally looked back at her and her eyes went wide once more. When they first met, he was a jerk and boss monkey. He purposely hurt people because of all the pain he endured as a child. His eyes were filled with venomous rage and were so sharp they could cut someone.
After she confronted his family on their horrendous behavior, things seem to brighten for the lone wolf that was once her sworn enemy.
And out of that animosity bloomed a friendship that Sana considered so incredibly important even till now at 22 years old.
The way he looked at her, Sana couldn't describe the longing in his eyes. And the cloud that surrounded his eyes had her concerned.
"… You really don't remember?"
His voice was soft and sullen like almost. Sana's frown etched into concern as he continued to stare at her.
Sana dropped her head and closed her eyes, trying to recall the events to last night. She remembered a majority of the night starting from Fuka dragging her out to a new club that opened in town in celebration of passing her first-year marks exams for law school. It ended up being a whole gang event as Tsuyoshi, Aya, Hisea, Mami, and Fuka's boyfriend Yuta Takaishi joined them at the club. Knowing full well that Fuka was going drag her there regardless, she begged Hayama to accompany them.
At 22 years old, they had all matured and were growing into themselves as adults. She didn't get to see her friends to often with how busy she was with working. Her status as an actress has increased and she was needing an increase in security around her more often.
Luckily this place they went to last night was tight lipped. Fuka was good friends with the owner of the club. So, Sana didn't have to worry about paparazzi and loose lips.
She knew she had one too many drinks, obviously from the pounding headache that rendered her useless.
But what else?
Hayama arrived after them. He was dressed in a button-down shirt that hung to the musculature of his body very well. His hair that had grown so long since high school was tied up into a man bun. At first, she was highly against this fashion choice. She couldn't imagine the stoic, lone wolf with such a modern trend.
Until he showed up to lunch one afternoon wearing the bun. There was a smirk plastered on his face as he strode to the table, full well knowing that she was going to throw a gasket.
But instead, her cheeks went hot and she bit down on her lip as she stared at how well he wore that man bun.
Sana found him instantly when he walked in and dragged him with her to the bar.
"How many drinks have you had, already?"
Sana pursed her lips, and then giggled as she leaned over the rail of the bar. Her cheeks were pink, indicating her intoxication. She wasn't drunk. But she definitely wasn't sober.
Seeing Hayama made her stomach tingle. There was a humoring smirk on his lips and he signaled for the bartender.
"Not enough."
He rose a brow. "That technically indicates you've had enough."
She waved her hand in front of him, a bright grin stretched out on her lips. "Drink with me!"
And she shoved a bottle in his face, his favorite beer. He smirked and grabbed onto the drink, his fingers brushing lightly over hers. Her heart stopped for a moment as they looked at one another.
"Thanks."
She grabbed her drink from the bartender and started making her way back towards the dance floor. But not before their free hands found one another. Their fingers entwined, and despite the hammering in her chest, she was feeling so bold.
She pulled him to the dance floor and he followed intently, coming behind her. Their bodies were so close she could feel his heat radiating onto her. It could have been the alcohol but her head was spinning. Especially when Hayama came closer to her from behind.
"About time you showed up, Aki!"
Fuka called out and all their friends were grinning and waving as the two made their way over, hands still joined. Her best friend's eyes went to the interlocking of their hands.
She wriggled her eyebrows at them, causing Sana to blush.
"I was busy."
And by busy, he meant completing his tasks from his internship.
"Clearly not too busy for certain people." Her eyes found their interlocked fingers again and she smirked. Both Hayama and Sana blushed, and hoped none of their friends were paying attention to the conversation.
"I'm going to go dance! You're annoying!" She turned, and nearly toppled Akito over. He caught her, muttering a quick "be careful" beofre pulling her back. She pounded back her drink and placed it on the empty table next to her.
"Come dance with me!" She more or less demanded, but Hayama made no objections as he followed her to the dance floor.
Sana bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the embarrassing groan. She was really awful when she was drunk.
The memory started to fade a bit as she recalled them dancing with one another. The back of her neck was burning as she remembered how close the two danced. Sana remembered throwing her hands around his neck, hiding her face into the junction of where his neck met his shoulder. Their bodies so closely meshed together as his hands landed on her hip and swayed with her body.
God, if she didn't make it obvious she much she liked him last night.
The dancing was followed with more drinks and the night began to get hazy. Her mind was drawing a blank. There was scattered images in her mind that didn't make complete sense.
He was still staring at her with intense eyes that made her shiver. She felt it. Felt his gaze deep inside her. It made her throb in places that shouldn't have. Made her long for him in places that she shouldn't have.
"Who gave you those?" She asked again, wanting to know who maimed him, claimed him.
Because she loved him, and if she was too late, she would never forgive herself for not saying something earlier.
He swallowed hard, the Adam's apple in his throat bobbing up and down. His jaw line went hard and his eyes fixed on hers. She nearly lost her breath with the intensity of his gaze. It made her ache for him in ways that was unimaginable.
"You did."
Her eyes nearly left her head as they caught onto the purple marks on his neck, collarbone, and chest. She brought her hand up to her mouth, heart dropping into her stomach as she found it difficult to breathe.
Her nausea suddenly became much more prevalent followed by the constriction of her chest.
She did that?
Her face went pale, searching adamantly through her memories, finding what propelled her to do such a thing to him, to her best friend.
What did she do? Why couldn't she remember!?
They danced and drank and were being stupidly careless with one another. He stopped drinking at some point, advised her to slow down. He stopped allowing her to drink, she called him a buzz kill.
Her world was spinning and Hayama took her outside for air. It was cold, but he was holding her close. She was grinning stupidly at him and he smiled back at her while shaking his head.
His smile always made her stomach churn and her heart explode.
She remembered she really wanted to kiss him in that moment.
He offered to take her home... if she remembered correctly. They went back inside and said goodbye to her friends, Fuka told her she would see her later because she was going to Yuta's.
They took a taxi home and Akito helped her upstairs... she thinks? She couldn't remember! Sana continued staring at him in disbelief and she kept trying to piece everything together.
But she just couldn't.
The longer she stared at Akito's neck, the more daunting it became to her.
And suddenly, it hit her.
Hands tangled in his hair as her lips latched onto his neck with hearty kisses. His hands gripped her tightly at the contours of her hips, then moving up her torso to her bare shoulders.
Lips found one another in such needy and frustrating ways. His rough hands palmed her, and she moaned into his mouth. He darted his tongue and continued his ministrations to her breast.
She grinded down against his hips, trying to relieve the friction between her legs. He met her thrusts under her and growled.
Clothes sprayed on the floor and they found themselves tangled in one another.
She gasped when he filled her, her nails scratching down his back with his rhythm.
He groaned in her ear as she locked her legs around his waist and matched his pace.
Sana gasped, and stepped away from him. Her eyes grew so wide and her breathing became shaky.
His eyes hardened and he swallowed once again. He refused to leave her eyes and she felt like she would crumble right there and then.
She slept with Hayama Akito.
So! What do you all think? This story follows canon events of the manga and is pretty much a spin-off of where the manga save for some changes to the story. However, there is one exception.
Sana and Akito are not together.
In all the events from after Akito getting stabbed, Sana and Akito remained friends throughout high school because our loveable idiots are still too dense and scared to get together. Events that did not occur include Akito and Sana arguing about liking one another, Akito sending off Komori and Akito and Sana getting together at the train station. Akito did go to America to get his arm fixed and Sana fell into a milder depressive state. Sana and Fuka combined did open the radio show, but all the events of Sana's depression including the becoming adult plan, running away to Dreamland, etc did not occur.
I will not say much else about the story other than what I've described above. I felt like that information stated above was necessary to understand kind of what's going on!
Next update should come within the next couple days! Life As We Know It is about 40% done right now. It should be updated by the end of the month!
Thanks again!
Dark Waffle