A/N: they fight about stupid things and neither wants to give in first, but kuriyama-san has found a way to exploit her senpai's weakness. this doesn't even have a plot i m soryr i just word vomited. i don't own knk sobs

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Keeping Me Crazy

Kuriyama-san wants to torture him.

That's the only possible explanation he can come up with, the only thing that makes sense really. Akihito sees her motive with crystal clarity - after all, she is pretty upset with him. Not like he did it on purpose! He was just worried about her and she was being stubborn and unnecessarily independent as usual. At first, he was angry too. Fine, he wouldn't care about her anymore and she could go get herself into trouble. Whatever.

It's hard to remember the anger though, with the way she's been playing with her glasses.

They'd been ignoring each other in an obnoxious way, deliberately, even while in the same room as each other.

"Mitsuki, will you please tell Kuriyama-san that she is reading too noisily."

Mitsuki, ever jumping at any opportunity to tease Akihito, was clearly on Kuriyama-san's side. Additionally, she'd claimed openly that he was "a pervert who deserved it" before later insisting that the both of them were "being ridiculous." Honestly, if anyone was being ridiculous, it was Kuriyama-san.

"Mitsuki-senpai," Kuriyama-san would sniff back without giving Mitsuki a chance to relay Akihito's message, "would you please tell Kanbara-senpai to leave the room if my noisy reading worries him so much." She intentionally thumbs through the pages of the book open in front of her as loud as she can.

Mitsuki merely pops her sucker into her mouth and studiously ignores the both of them. Opting instead to read through one of the older stories for their Literary Club activities. Akihito grits his teeth. "Mitsuki, tell Kuriyama-san that she's being an unreasonable pain in the -"

"Mitsuki-senpai!" Kuriyama-san nearly shouts. "Tell Senpai he's being unpleasant!"

Mitsuki flips through a page and startles both of them when she casts a cage around herself. Slowly, she taps at her ear, not being bothered to make eye contact with two difficult, sexually frustrated teenagers - who, in her opinion, needed to make up and make out already - in order to tell them that the cage was sound proof.

Akihito takes it in stride, turning to look directly at Kuriyama-san, to tell her off himself, but the harsh words die in his throat when he sees her leaning back in her chair with an outraged expression, exhaling onto the lenses of her glasses before wiping them clean. He suddenly can't seem to remember what he was thinking, what day it is, how to say his own name. If she's ever done something like this with her glasses, it had never been in his presence.

She looks incredibly attractive. Not that he didn't always think she was cute, but he is, undoubtedly, a megane enthusiast, and there is something obscenely sensual about her perfect, pretty mouth fogging up the lenses of her perfect, pretty spectacles. Is he really mad at her? What for? The only thing he can feel himself being upset about right now is that she is seven feet out of his reach and far too kissable for comfort.

She must feel his eyes on her because she chances a glance at him, raising an eyebrow with her lips puckered furiously, expecting him to be glaring at her. Slipping her spectacles back onto her nose, his expression becomes clearer and she hides her astonishment well at the open shock on his face, the heated appraisal in his caramel eyes. What in the world? Kuriyama-san tears her eyes away from him and glares at the tiles under her feet, abruptly understanding.

He's not looking at her like that because he's suddenly realized the errors of his ways, that's for sure. My glasses, she thinks grumpily, he's enamored by my glasses. Part of her is disgruntled, of course, because he is head over heels in love with her spectacles. However, another part of her begins to smirk with the renewed realization that as long as she is wearing them, he is at her mercy.

As a test, she reaches up and pushes the bridge of the glasses to her nose, glancing sideways at him (with an obnoxious cotton candy color staining her cheeks - ugh! Months as his girlfriend and she still gets unbearably flustered!).

He shivers slightly, finally tearing his eyes away from her with a wide eyed expression. She smirks and noisily returns to her book. Success!

Mitsuki can't hear what's going on, but she pauses her reading long enough to note the exchange between the spirit world warrior and the half-youmu boy. She pops the sucker out of her mouth and sighs at how embarrassing the both of them are, how stupid they are about each other. For once, she wishes Hiroomi hadn't skipped the club meeting, if only to offer her a distraction from the petty drama in front of her now.

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Kuriyama-san is relentless. It's only been two days since they fought, but now it seems that she's utilizing his weakness and his arms are love-starved and desperate to wrap around her delicate little frame. He wants to kiss her. When this whole thing finally blows over, he is going to kiss her. Long and hard and greedily because he's already refrained from touching her for two days and he's going mad.

It would be easy to give in; she crumbles when he gives her the puppy dog look, kisses the corner of her mouth and says her first name reverently under his breath. As much as he'd like to do that, he's still upset that she disregards herself too simply. It's even sillier that, this entire mess isn't because he worries about her, but because she is mad at him for worrying. Why should he be the first to apologize? He's never sorry that he cares.

Akihito honestly never thought he'd see the day when he wished someone would take those glasses away from her but, jeez, is he ever in misery.

She sits across from him now in the clubroom, the curved end of one side of the glasses between her teeth as she reads - noisy as ever - a stack of previous club-issued stories. He knows that she's doing this on purpose; pressing her spectacles against her teeth like this, against her lips. His hand has been running a track through his hair for the last half hour and he's sure it looks like he's just rolled out of bed.

Mirai smiles slightly around them as she pretends to read words she can't necessarily see without the spectacles. Senpai shifts every couple of seconds, restless and uncontainable, and she feels that she's just minutes from victory. To be completely honest with herself, she can't even remember why she was so angry at him in the first place, but watching him squirm is entertaining. She's not entirely sure that she was completely in the right to be so upset; she's had time to think about it, to cool off. Wasn't he just worried about her?

Still, she continues to tease him, because it's fun. Deftly, she worries the tip between her teeth and glances up under her eyelashes to see him slouched back into his chair, staring off into space. She knows how stubborn he can be - he won't apologize first no matter how much agony he's in.

Mitsuki is obviously absent from the room - she told Mirai and Akihito at lunch that she had clan duties to attend to after school, but Mirai is pretty sure she just doesn't want to be caught in the middle like yesterday. She's right, of course.

"K-Kuriyama-san."

He says her name like it's his favorite word. She slips her glasses back on, biting back the satisfaction that he looks extremely flustered.

She says nothing, merely looks at him.

"I think we ought to talk about this," he says.

"Talk about what?" Her eyes are wide and feigning ignorance successfully behind those red frames. He thinks it's hot in the room. Makes it hard to breathe, to keep his train of thought on track. At least she doesn't sound angry anymore.

"Talk about. . . uh, talk. . about. . .?" he trails off as she adjusts the glasses on her face.

Kuriyama-san tilts her head slightly and something in his stomach trembles when he suddenly feels the toe of her shoe pressed against his. "I think you should go home, Kanbara-senpai. You look upset."

"Upset," he mouths, staring. "I'm not upset?" He's confused, to say the least. Isn't she supposed to be mad at him? Why is she smiling at him like that?

"Right then," she replies, sighing a little, biting her lip. "Maybe now is the time to tell you that I'm sorry I worry you."

He blinks slowly. "What?"

"Honestly, Senpai," she sighs heavily, sliding her foot along the inside of his before tapping against his ankle with her toes. Deftly, she leans forward on the table and runs her fingers along the side of her glasses. "You should probably listen better when I apologize."

He seems to regain his dignity with that statement but his eyes are glittering now and his gaze feels hot. A shiver races up her spine. "Apology accepted," he says, his voice raw.

She draws her foot away from him and sits back, gripping the edges of the chair with her fingers as her stomach trembles. "Aren't you going to apologize, too?"

Akihito's face stretches into something of a smirk, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Nope," he says. "The last thing I will ever be sorry for is caring about you." He glances away from the blank expression on her face to stare at her bonsai lining the shelf in front of the window. The sunlight streams in, warm and orange. Out of the corner of his eye he can see how it glimmers against the lenses of her glasses.

He tries to hide his smile when she throws a leg over his lap and straddles him, her hands pressed to his chest, her cheeks a pretty shade of red. "I don't like fighting with you," she says in a small voice.

He turns to look at her, runs his hands along the tops of her stocking-clad thighs. "Then don't."

She pouts at him and furrows her eyebrows. "You're stubborn so I can't help it."

"You're stubborn too," he points out licking his lips, eyes appraising her. It feels good to feel her warmth under his hands again, to feel her solidly here with him. He curls his fingers into her thighs and groans low under his breath, hearing how her own breathing hitches. "You've been driving me crazy."

Kuriyama-san smiles through the blush growing more rosy by the second. "I know. You aren't very subtle, Senpai." She runs her hands down his chest and rests them near his hip joint, pressing there, leaning forward until her nose touches his. "Your perverted-ness is obvious."

He grins but on the inside his blood is boiling and he can't take his eyes off her supple little mouth. "I am a pervert," he declares in a voice as smooth as the caramel in his eyes.

She rolls her eyes as he pulls her body closer until she is flush against him. "You're absolutely unpleasant," she whispers and slants her mouth against his, finally. Her glasses ride high up on the bridge of her nose as he parts his lips and runs his tongue along the seam of hers. He's wasting no time; he tilts her head with one hand at the back of her neck and kisses her down the length of her throat.

A sigh escapes her as she runs her hands over his shoulders. "I-I-I ought t-to t-tease you more," she says breathlessly, biting her lip. His other hand toys with the hem of her shirt and she swats it away. "D-don't be dirty! We're a-a-at school!"

"Then let's go home," he mutters against her chin, the corner of her mouth, her lips.

She scoffs and sucks on his bottom lip, drawing a moan from his mouth, cradling his face with her hands. He can feel the cool sliver of her ring against his cheek. "Lecherous," she murmurs.

"Mmm," he agrees and curls his arms around her waist. "And you're a walking contradiction." He pulls away slightly and she fixes her glasses, sending a new wave of excitement coursing through him. "'Senpai, you're dirty!' she says as she wraps her legs around my h -"

Her face glows bright as a stoplight as she presses her fingers over his mouth. "Shut up!"

He shakes with mirth and parts his lips to run his tongue over her hand, humming appreciatively. She yelps in surprise and pulls away, burying her face against his neck in embarrassment, her glasses digging into both of them.

"Why do you tease me like this?" she laments dramatically. If the subject wasn't her sex life, she'd be posting about his unpleasantness on her blog.

His mouth presses to her hair, his hands rubbing her back. "It's because you're cute," he insists.

"It's not fair!" She plays with his tie. "When I tease you all you do is kiss me senseless!"

"That's because I have no shame."

"You're a pervert," she reiterates.

"Exactly."

Mirai leans away from him and stares at his chest, her brows furrowed, mouth puckered in resignation while her glasses sit low on her nose. Her small hands slide back down his chest again and curl into his shirt at the hem. Akihito watches in amusement as her face grows more red. "T-Take me home, Akihito," she mutters.

"I'll do more than take you home, bespectacled beauty of mine." He winks and kisses her hard before allowing her to slide off his lap. She smacks his shoulder for being lewd (though she probably won't stop him once he crosses the threshold of her apartment, honestly) but goosebumps race up her arms. Her heart has belonged to him since the moment he smiled at her amid the cherry blossoms. Happiness swells in her despite the abundant embarrassment.

"Don't make me mad at you again!" she says as he stands up next to her and grabs both of their school bags. "Or y-you won't be doing anything with me!"

"Yes, Kuriyama-san," he says gently as he takes her hand. He doesn't want her mad at him again - not after the torture she inflicted upon him these past two days. "How about dinner?"

She leans into his side as he leads them both from the room. "Will you cook something?"

He smiles. "Sure."