Keiko let out a soft sigh and drummed her fingers against the tabletop absentmindedly. She had grown accustomed to one or another of Yusuke's friends interrupting her dates with him, but this was the first time in a long time that the one to interrupt them had been Hiei.

Yusuke had insisted on going to place the food order, which had left Keiko sitting at the small round table just outside the café, with Hiei sitting opposite her. On the edge of her vision – because she was avoiding looking directly at him – she could see him staring at her. At first she assumed he was as irritated by her
presence as she was his: he probably wanted to spar with Yusuke and saw her as a hindrance to his plans.

She was meant to be on a date with Yusuke, but, like a lot of their "dates" lately, it had felt a bit lackluster. It felt as though they were just going through the motions, something of the spark that had once always been present now dulled somewhat. She could not pinpoint any one reason why that was, though deep down she suspected they were drifting apart. Yusuke was still the rogue who
liked to crack jokes and act like a pervert, and she was growing up, looking for something more refined and romantic in a man.

Keiko swallowed hard and thinned her eyes before moving them to Hiei. He was still staring, the direction of his glare unchanged, but as she finally allowed herself to look at his eyes, she realised that she was not looking into his eyes.

"H-hey…" she stuttered awkwardly, her face pinkening at the very idea of what she appeared to be witnessing. "A-are you looking at my…?"

Hiei said nothing, but also made no attempt to move his eyes from the direction they were fixed in.

Keiko swallowed again and pursed her lips, her nostrils flaring.

"Hiei!" she snapped. "Are you staring at my chest?"

"Yes," Hiei immediately answered, still making no attempt to move his eyes – or even to blink.

Keiko's jaw dropped and she gasped quietly. When Hiei still did not move, she forced a loud, outraged gasp and smacked a hand against the table. But still, Hiei stared.

"You're staring at my breasts, Hiei," she growled in a low voice. "What do you think Yusuke would say if he knew?"

"Yusuke stares at your tits too," Hiei flatly replied, his eyes still fixed on her now heaving chest.

Keiko ground out a noise of annoyance before countering.

"Yusuke is my boyfriend!"

"Yusuke is a man," Hiei retaliated.

"He's allowed to look because he's my boyfriend!" Keiko snapped, her tone cracking slightly partway through as the awkwardness of the situation once more struck her hard. "What's your excuse?"

"I'm a man and I like a good pair of tits. For a human, yours are quite impressive."

"You say that like you've never noticed before!"

Keiko froze, the implications of her words only really sinking in after they had already left her lips.

Hiei slowly lifted his eyes to hers, her poor choice of response having proved too much even for him.

"I never really looked before," he replied, far too flippantly for her liking. "But you're really stretching out that sweater."

Keiko self-consciously tugged the collar of her sweater upwards, even though it was already close around her neck.

"Next time Yusuke leaves you alone too long I might come find you," Hiei said, in a tone so casual he may as well have been commenting on the weather that day.

"Oh?" she responded.

She knew she ought to have at least tried to sound offended, but her own curiosity was starting to get the better of her common sense.

"Then you can take that sweater off and let me see if your tits look as good bare as they do clothed."

Keiko twitched.

"And I can find out if they feel as good as they look."

Keiko wanted to tell him what a pig he was, but a sudden twitching between her legs kept her silent. As though he had sensed it, Hiei smirked and his eyes lowered to their previous point of interest. For a long moment, they sat that way: Keiko staring wide-eyed at Hiei, and Hiei staring shamelessly at Keiko's chest.

"Maybe we don't have to wait for Yusuke to leave…"

Keiko had muttered the words so quietly, she was amazed that even Hiei's demon ears had managed to pick them up, but his eyes lifted to hers and he smirked at her again. She scowled at him for as long as she could before glancing into the café to confirm that Yusuke was still preoccupied and then standing up. Hiei paused before copying her actions. She took a deep breath and stepped from the table, moving at a brisk pace away from the café. She was not really sure where she was heading, but within seconds Hiei had grabbed her, and pulled her into an alleyway, his hands sliding under her sweater before she could even think to protest his choice of location.

But then, much to Keiko's disappointment, Hiei paused. She frowned and pouted at him expectantly, but found him once more staring at her chest. He remained that way until she let out an involuntary squeak of impatience, which brought a smirk to his face. His eyes still on her exposed chest, he cupped each of her breasts in each of his hands, lifting them up from the stretched tight strains of
her lowered bra, his index fingers and thumbs moving to lightly pinch at her hardened nipples, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper, before releasing her entirely, his eyes growing large as she bounced before him.

"Yes," he hissed with a lick of his lips. "Impressive."

He closed the gap between them, burying his face between her breasts and Keiko threw her head back with a groan of pleasure.

A small part of her worried that Yusuke would catch them that way.

A much bigger part of her hoped that he would.