for Katarin Kishika
He kisses her palm, thumb, and fingertips; everywhere but her mouth.
in & out
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Niou met her while she was practicing tennis at a local street tennis court. She bounced balls off a wall along with a loud girl he presumed was her friend.
He won't sugarcoat words. Her form and (lack of) technique was horrible. The bolder girl who was her friend caught on quicker than she did. He decided to observe for a while, calculating the "wrongs" in their technique.
Out of pure boredom, Niou decided to point out what they were doing wrong. And somehow out of pure whim, he decided to come back to the same tennis court the next day. The terrible tennis player was alone this time. She explained that her loud friend had to skip out on their training because she needed to watch over her younger brothers.
Niou only stayed with her because she had an extra bento and she couldn't eat both.
Somewhere along the way of their acquaintanceship, Niou agreed to teach her in exchange for her bentos.
Ryuzaki Sakuno is her name. She is two years his junior and attended Seishun Gakuen.
Without even meaning to, Niou studied Sakuno like an opened book.
One thing he noticed was that unlike most girls, she used lip balm instead of lip gloss. He caught this after finding himself looking on at her lips while it curved slightly as she absentmindedly spaced out. Once pulling her out of her reverie, she apologized and told him that her thoughts wondered to something nice. There are times when he find himself wondering what those "nice things" where. If by any chance... maybe some of those "nice things" were about him.
One time she caught him staring (at her lips). He was fortunately able to ease his way out of her questioning gaze however.
The Trickster didn't do fluttering butterflies or nervous feelings inside the pit of his stomach. He does know when he is smitten with someone and he is 100% sure that he liked this girl – the one that wears a coat of lip balm on her lips.
She sat beside him in the grass, enjoying the pleasant breeze while she ate her bento with him and chatted about her day. The older had droned out her words and stared on at her. Out of the blue, he took and yanked her hand and brushed his lips against the center of her palm. She doesn't blush, much to his disappointment. She's simply asking what he's doing.
"Niou-san? Is something wrong?"
Niou's lips frowned against her warm skin. He doesn't answer her – his lips trails upward to her thumb. He felt Sakuno flinch. She repeats his name in the same questioning tone.
"Niou-san...?"
The silver haired teen lifts the younger girl's hand and gently nipped her fingertips. His piercing silver-blue eyes meet with her widen honey brown doe orbs.
"Ryuzaki..."
With one smooth body movement, he has the girl sprawled on the grass underneath him before a gasp could even escape her lips. His mouth hovered over hers with a set goal in mind.
Ah… she's finally blushing.
Her eyes are snapped shut.
Her brows are in a worried crease.
She was frightened by him.
Niou hesitated briefly then pulled away.
He won't steal a kiss from her – not like this.
"Sorry."
