"And I need you now tonight

And I need you more than ever

And if you only hold me tight

We'll be holding on forever

And we'll only be making it right

'Cause we'll never be wrong"

The cold coming from the window of his room was annoying to comfort himself under the premises of a boring night, incidentally the dream did not come as he had intended to conceive.

The click of the door opened revealing a feminine figure, somewhat familiar to him, he would say a comforting figure. Her hair transmuted on his part, in her eyes he could see the brightness he so longed to experience, her hands slid down the folds of his bed allowing the first step to approach him, and thus activate in him the warm sensations that took off from his vulnerable body.

The thirst to touch her sprouted from his pores, causing his mind to become blurred, almost blank, as if it were another mirage.

His body reacted by inertia, letting her get into his bed, under his control, under his domain.

He let the tips of his fingers gradually brush the burning, soft skin she possessed, sticking his lips over her shoulders that looked like shapes waiting to be touched by him.

It felt so good.

He placed kisses on the tip of her shoulders, slowly rising to her neck that simulated a lax sense for him to quench his burning thirst, since at that moment he sought to feel good, through pleasure.

The pleasure of touching her, burning in his hands where his mouth kissed the corner of her lips to the lobe of her ear, he bit her gently and then continued exploring the cheekbones of her cheeks, at which she was so eagerly guarded.

He felt her soft to his touch, perfect for him.

He dipped his head over the opening of her neck, narrowing his broad arms toward her body, bringing her thin, strong body close to his chest.

He couldn't describe the things he felt emerging from the pit of his stomach, or how his chest was about to explode just by touching her superficially, without exerting pressure, with some degree of tension.

In spite of being even slight friction, he already saw himself reborn in a matter of everything.

She parted her lips, succumbing to the temptation to kiss him, to touch him just as he wanted the same. He wanted to touch her, smell her, brush her, kiss her, etc. These crazy desires aroused slow actions that in turn imprisoned the small body of the girl who had him upside down.

Just by touching her activated in his heart a dump of sensations that increased his desires, managing to superimpose his body on top of hers imposing his presence.

He opened his mouth moistened, managing to reach her lips capturing her in a soft kiss that traced the meaning of their relationship. He wrapped her in his arms, tightening his grip, moving their mouths in a game of kisses that increased in texture, passion.

He was willing to move forward when…

The buzz of the alarm took him out of his fanciful state of a shaking, not worse! A mockery of fate that again made him such rude moves to make him see that he was not incompetent to conquer the person he wanted.

He didn't adapt to having those dreams that prompted him to bring them to reality. Find somewhere the certainty of satisfying his substantial desires to feel loved.

He wanted to destroy his annoying alarm at once, how much annoyance it caused him! Dammit! He turned it off, feeling helpless in his sleep.

Yuuki said good morning somewhat confused with his behavior, he observed him a few seconds before leaving the room, with the uniform on. He assumed that he went to breakfast, and he would also go to breakfast after recovering from the sensations his beating body poured over his head. Intense and inexplicable sensations that floated in the sober atmosphere of his darkened room where the morning light entered through the curtains of his window, the light clarified him and that sensation overcame him to a rage accumulated in impotence because his dream was not real.

His cheeks burned, his chest gushing in electrifying pangs, just like his heart beating strongly corresponding to his situation, his hands throbbed to touch her…he growled annoyed at everything.

Anyway, he had to go down to breakfast instead of wailing.

He needed to discharge his rage at some point in that day.

The entrance to the school didn't seem interesting, but something on that day intrigued him and he was not there to deal with it. He was already very unhappy to put more wood in the fire.

When he entered the hall, he realized that photos of the contestants who would participate in the contest were published, including Kotoko. His body braked dry.

A photograph of Kotoko almost left him without air of the same impression he had when he saw her face and her smile combined with a natural position, being sprayed with water.

She looked happy, without noticing that someone was looking at her from a distance, her arms extended at the same time raised her hair as if she were boasting it, she wore a red open hood jacket and zipper similar to a windbreaker, simple white T-shirt, and reached appreciate that he wore blue half-leg shorts. Water sprinkled her hair gently, lightly brushing the surface of her rosy cheekbones, increasing her natural beauty, which she didn't doubt even if she didn't admit it publicly.

A muscle spasm arose from his back, a sign of his anger. Why did these kinds of situations of such bad taste have to happen to him? He put a hand on his temple and massaged to calm the terrible headache.

He went to the tennis court during the morning, taking advantage that the cool weather persisted in the environment and spring was soon approaching with a stir.

He ran into Matsumoto who greeted him somewhat resentfully at his last meeting on the university campus where his bad mood had taken him far away. Sudou greeted him mischievously, detail that puzzled him. What would that have been? He wondered, warming his muscles before beginning the practice.

It didn't take him long to discover the reason why Sudou was in an excellent mood, that is, for him it was like a bucket of icy water falling directly to his head that burned in rage.

Kotoko was on the tennis court in the company of Sudou chatting from the nets, as soon as he saw her laugh at something he said, he couldn't help grinding his teeth in the same anger.

It's not like he is so funny, he snorted in his mind, suddenly remembering the dream he had that morning almost like a mirage of his being reflected before him. A revelation produced by his subconscious that shouted at his brain to act or else, he would lose her.

He took action on the matter and addressed her, abandoning what he was doing.

"Naoki-kun, hello," Kotoko noticed him immediately, he nodded cordially. Sudou turned to see him with some mocking gesture.

"Ah! Irie" He pronounced with a hint having close contact with him. That was enough to squeeze the jaw and twitch. "I see you have noticed that we have a very special visit" He surrounded Kotoko by placing an arm on top of her, giving him reasons to not lose his sanity. "She will only come to participate in activities related to people to promote herself in the contest" He said with a boom of greatness.

"But, Sudou-senpai," Kotoko said, taking off Sudou's arm, to which Naoki was relieved to see that. "I don't know how to play tennis."

"I'll take care of that." He smiled a good-naturedly, clasping his hands around his waist, extending his chest, an act that seemed ridiculous even for a man his age. He snorted the air that escaped his lungs, also giving the appearance of being someone better to teach him to play tennis.

Who knows how Sudou took it, but he took it as the opportunity to go one step further, even if it was little, it didn't matter if that made Kotoko's heart lean more to his side. In order to secure his position in her heart, the rest didn't matter.

Kotoko moved her eyes from side to side, a sign that he interpreted as helpful: she was doubting Sudou.

"Baka" He spoke loudly and clearly, catching her attention. "You come with me," he dictated.

The warm-up began for all the members of the club, but nevertheless, the visitor of that day consisted of nothing more and nothing less than Aihara Kotoko.

Obviously, he couldn't stand the idea of seeing her as the center of attention, likewise seeing her as an object of applause and shouting. How awful! Of course, but she was determined to win the contest at the expense of everything, for what she respected, he needed to give in to the ramblings that arose produced by the same anger of knowing as the friend who only accompanied her in the Odyssey, when he wanted to be more than friends. Much more.

The girls ran and quickly got tired halfway, the men resisted an extra stretch in the warm-up, but she, well, beat them freehand.

The skill of that scandalous girl would enchant anyone, even to leave them stunned by the resistance and desire that she put on the run.

He watched her run with her short legs around the court, breathing deeply in a serious, totally determined gesture. Her desire to face the challenge was noticeable.

The girls grumbled when they saw her snatch them for the second time in a lap, then a third and finally a fourth.

Finishing the warm-up it was time to assign their partners for the training of the day, it was said that Matsumoto was the partner of his choice although Sudou didn't agree with it, however he would assign Kotoko with the intention of living with Matsumoto. It could not be clearer, that Sudou liked Matsumoto, but that didn't mean that he would let go of what happened with his arm around Kotoko's shoulders. How much annoyance it caused him!

Sudou chose Kotoko as his partner, which pleased him.

"I don't know how to play tennis." She whispered to him doubtfully. "Would you help me?" She smiled shyly. His heart pounded happily to feel taken into account.

He nodded.

"Aihara!" Sudou shouted from the other court, causing her to tense with the call. "Stop talking!" He ordered changing his good-looking countenance to a voracious one.

"Yes!" She assured, forming a fist of her hand as a sign of confidence.

Naoki tried to teach her the basics of playing tennis, the racket movement, the position of the feet, the serve and the vital: not closing her eyes when the ball came on the way.

After an hour, there was no progress of notable improvement more than to see how she tried futilely to handle the racket because she threw it by mere instinct on the other side of the court with the intention of defending herself. This caused him to be annoyed with her for that, although he always forgave her everything, but knowing that they both could not have something in common was the origin of his anger.

In themselves, they had nothing in common, not even the sport they practiced.

Suddenly, Sudou suggested that they play twice as many couples, but Kotoko refused for not knowing how to handle the basics of tennis perfectly.

"Don't be scared, Aihara," Sudou mocked.

Naoki tensed his jaw, no one made fun of her when he was present. And call her scared? Unforgivable! He wouldn't let it happen.

"Come on, Kotoko," he said, ducking his head to her ear. "We won't like it." She looked up, transforming her serious countenance into a determined one. The brightness of her eyes stood out, symbolizing the emotion of the unknown, from which he led him to smile sideways.

"To participate!" She declared in the air, raising the racket around her center.

"It's not a contest," He corrected her dismissively.

As soon as they started playing, Kotoko missed all the shots that were approaching her. She looked funny trying countless times to hit even the tennis ball with the racket once, but it was useless, she didn't have the ability to handle the ball in an indirect way, but directly.

It was ironic that she was a professional playing basketball but in tennis she was a failure.

"Kotoko!" He yelled at her so she could hit the ball with the racket, but he didn't see how it happened, but she hit him in the face with the racket that was heard like a roar.

Adding that at first she didn't realize that she had hit him in the face, as soon as she noticed that the ball bounced on the ground having crossed the other side of the court, she turned to see what hit the racket. When she realized that it was he who received the tremendous blow, she gasped in fright expressing the terrible shame she felt when she saw the gesture of annoyance he showed.

His entire face burned as a result of the impact he received, and as for details of the pain he could say that she possessed immense strength because the pain was acute, causing stitches on the surface of his skin.

"Forgive me, Naoki-kun." She apologized alarmed, looking everywhere in search of a speedy solution.

"It's okay" He said limited emotions, keeping calm.

"No, it's not right." She insisted stubbornly, pushed him with an open hand, letting the racket fall off the floor. "It doesn't seem like you're okay, you look annoyed."

"Aihara" Sudou approached them as if nothing had happened. "Leave him, he can take care of himself." He put a hand on her head in a sign of complicity, something he didn't like at all. Something happened with those two that he didn't like, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with those issues. He would do it later.

"But" She protested against Sudou, taking her hand off, stepping back. "Naoki-kun needs to go to the infirmary," She announced.

"Kotoko," Naoki pronounced monotonous. "It's not for much."

"Don't say that" She said, unwilling to leave him alone, a detail that moved him. "I'll help you"

"Aihara, how stubborn" Matsumoto appeared on the scene. That situation couldn't be worse, for the poor genius who suffered from a pain in the face and was in the company of the girl he wanted without her knowing it. "Don't you see that you annoy him?" She opined, directing her eyes to his presence, as it always happened when he wanted to remain by her side, to which he refused.

"If I annoyed him, he would tell me directly, don't you think?" She asked, raising her chin in a haughty manner with both hands on her hips. How imposing she looked before his eyes! He loved seeing her defending him in her own way, just as he liked it. Matsumoto's silence was the answer enough to understand the situation as it was.

He was taken to the infirmary with the intention of curing the blow that was visible on his face, the racket lines reflected on his face detailed the force in which she exerted the blow.

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P.S. (Mention to the song "Total eclipse of the heart" by Bonnie Tyler)

NOTE: This is a little intense chapter, it is different from my style, but I hope you liked it.