note: So yeah, um I've decided to turn Set Fire to the Rain into a drabble series! Props to OneAutumnShallow for asking :)

roleplay

"Kizami!"

Kizami heard his name being called out a familiar cheerful voice. He turns his head slightly and sees Kurosaki running towards him, his hand waving wildly in the air with a stupid grin on his face. "Kurosaki…" The taller turned around fully as Kurosaki stopped in front of him, huffed over panting with his hands on his knees.

"H-Hey good thing I caught ya before you went home dude!"

"Hm…You want something, don't you?"

"Geh-!" Kurosaki's surprised expression answered his question. "How did you know?" His friend asked, pursing his lips together. "Well, you give me a puppy-dog pout whenever you want something." Kizami remembers that adorable face by heart.

"EH? I do?" Kurosaki asked, completely oblivious.

The taller male nodded and crosses his arms, waiting for Kurosaki's 'request'. The shorter laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. "Haha, that's kind of embarrassing… A-Anyways, I wanted to ask if you want to come over to my place and have a study session! …PLEASE KIZAMI! EXAMS ARE TOMORROW!" Kurosaki's hands lace together, pathetically begging his best friend.

Kizami sighed, knowing Kurosaki as well as he does, the boy probably procrastinated until the last minute. He pondered for a moment, perhaps he can take advantage of this since Kurosaki is practically on his knees for his help after all. "Alright," A smirk played on Kizami's lips. "But you got to do whatever I want for the day."

"Yes! Anything as long as it gets me to pass!"

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Kizami sat on the bed in Kurosaki's bedroom alone while his friend is downstairs getting snacks for their study session. Kizami tried to tell him that food would just distract them but the shorter male wasn't convinced by his friend's persuasion and did whatever he wanted. Remind him again why he's friends with that idiot? …Oh right, he's the only one that stuck by him all these years no matter their differences.

His eyes scan the room out of boredom. He's been in Kurosaki's room many times, far too often if you ask him. Man, what was taking Kurosaki so long? It takes less than a minute to snag a bag of potato chips and run back upstairs.

Something between the mattresses catches his eye. A magazine? Kizami pulled the edge of the magazine out and much to his surprise is greeted by a picture of a female in a maid uniform. The picture shows a panty shot underneath the maid's dress.

"…"

Is this what he thinks it is? Kizami flips the magazine open on a random page to find out.

The sound of a metal tray colliding on hard wood snapped Kizami's head away from the magazine.

"GYAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"…Kurosaki… So you have a maid fetish."

A heated blush rose to the shorter boy's face. "We-Were you sneaking around my room to find my collection you bastard Kizami!?" Kizami raised a brow. "…Collection?"

"Yeah! The collection under my bed!"

Kizami snerked, smiling amusedly. "I wasn't. I just found this one-" He raised it, "-sticking out from the bed. Don't get me wrong, I have no interest in snooping around your room for porno."

Kurosaki gawked stupidly. So then…he just told his best friend about his collection - WHERE HIS MOST EMBARRASSING KINKS AND FETISHES LIES.

"But seriously, Kurosaki? Maids?" Kizami chuckled. "What's the appeal about girls in ruffle-ly dresses?" This is the most eventful thing that ever happened in his friend's room. Kurosaki's blush deepened. "Sh-Shut up… I just like the way they act, not the dresses…" He mutters, embarrassed. This piqued Kizami's interest. "Oh yeah? How about sampling it for me, Kurosaki."

Kurosaki's eyes widen. "What…?"

Kizami smiled. "C'mon, you said you would do whatever I want for the day. Be my maid."

Shit. Why did he agree to Kizami's arrangement? The shorter male gulps, "F-Fine…What do you want me to do?" Kizami's eyes gleam with something that almost scares Kurosaki. "Do everything those maids do in your fantasies. You can start by calling me 'Master Yuuya'." The taller male rests his hands on the bed and leans back slightly.

"E-EVERYTHING? You want me to do EVERYTHING Kizami?!" Kurosaki's mind raced. His friend surely doesn't mean he would have to do anything sexual, right?

"It's Master Yuuya. Anything other than that and I'll have to punish you."

Kurosaki shivers at the tone of his friend's voice. He didn't even answer his question… gah. "M-Master Yuuya…" Kurosaki hesitantly said, keeping his eyes glued to his feet.

Kurosaki received a chuckle that sent tingles down his spine. "Excellent. Now come here, Kensuke. Master wants a massage…" Kizami's hand gestures him to come closer. Holy shit, Kizami is really into this isnt he? Kurosaki, although reluctant walks over to Kizami and sits next to him on the bed.

"Y-Yes Master Yuuya…where would you like me to…um massage you?"

Before he knew it, he finds himself slammed on the bed with Kizami on top of him. A playful grin danced on the taller man's lips and his face came closer to his ear, "I lied. I just wanted you to come closer, Kurosaki."

The shorter haired boy felt dizzy. What on earth is Kizami doing to him?! "W-Wait Kizami…" He gently pushed his friend. "We should study-" A gasp escaped his mouth when he felt a tongue licking the shell of his ear then nibbling.

"Mmn…Kizami…"

Kizami's knee wedged between the boy's legs. "Kurosaki call me Yuuya again…" His husky voice whispers into the ear.

"…Yuuya…"

omake

"I scored below average! THANKS FOR NOTHING PAL."

"...I didn't see you complaining when you were moaning my name underneath me-"

"SHUT UP."