A/N: Hey guys, sorry I have been AWOL for a bit. I took time off for my family when I was on vacation, and then I hurt myself, so I was recovering from that. Then I got COVID, and have basically just been out of it. I have watched multiple versions of ItaKiss, and I am trying to figure out if I want to combine multiple versions into this fanfiction. So if something doesn't seem quite right in line with the anime, I probably got it from the live action. I am also planning to read the manga eventually too in order to see what is new. I am going to try updating as often as I can, but I get tired easily right now.
I OWN NOTHING! I am just borrowing Naoki and Kotoko for my own amusement.
-3K+N3-
"We are home," Kotoko called out as they walked through the door of the house 30 minutes later. Naoki was slipping his shoes off slightly irritated that his time alone was at an end, but knowing he had no choice.
"How did it go Oni-chan?" his brother asked as they came into the living room where their families were lounging on the couches. Naoki shrugged before sitting down on the couch, leaving room for Kotoko unconsciously.
"He got first place in the tournament," Kotoko bounced excitedly next to him. He nodded at the round of congratulations that chorused through the room. He decided to relax around his family for a bit while he reflected on his day.
'I do not think I can claim that I do not want her as my girlfriend anymore,' he mused while leaning back on the couch, taking care to make sure no part of him was touching Kotoko. 'I wonder if I can convince her to be my secret girlfriend. I do not want anyone else to take her from me, but I also do not want my mother freaking out about us.' His hand twitched slightly towards the girl beside him, the urge to reach out and touch her almost overwhelming him.
'My need to touch her when she is within reach definitely tells me that I care for her more than I thought originally,' he grumbled to himself, frustrated at his control being tested. "I am going to go and shower," he said as he stood up, unable to convince himself that he would be able to keep his hands to himself for much longer.
"Oni-chan," his mother's voice caused him to pause on the stairs. "Did you not shower after the tournament?"
"I did," he replied sheepishly. "I just feel like I need another one after walking around after the tournament ended." He did not want to tell his mother that he needed to wash the lake water off of him, because it would definitely lead to questions. "Are we studying tonight, Aihara?" he asked her before he continued up to his room for his clean clothes and shower stuff. Seeing her nod, he nodded back then went upstairs.
'What am I doing?' Naoki pondered as he leaned his head against the wall of the shower. 'This is not like me. Why does this girl set my heart racing?' Shaking himself out of his stupor, Naoki finished washing up, then got out of the shower. He quickly dried off and got dressed before heading downstairs for a water bottle. He was shocked to see that his family was still in the living room
"Oh Kotoko-chan," his mother cried out suddenly. "I just noticed you were wearing a different dress. What happened?"
"Um," the copper haired girl stuttered, ducking her head behind her hair. Naoki paused inside the kitchen, watching and listening, curious about how she would answer. "Sorry, Oba-sama, I tripped while we were walking back from the tennis courts and landed in a puddle. We came across a clothing store and bought the dress so I would not risk getting a fever."
Naoki smirked, finding it amusing that the girl could think up a lie on the fly like that. 'Maybe she would be okay with us secretly dating,' he mused before grabbing his water bottle and walking back to the stairs to go to his room.
"Well you must go and shower before your tutoring session," he heard his mother exclaim before he closed his door. He listened to the creaking of the stairs before he grabbed a book and flopped down on his bed.
'It is clear to me that I want to be with her,' he thinks. 'The question is, how far am I willing to allow everyone else in on it. It is going to be spread around school that she was at the tournament by the time the summer ends, as well as the fact that I kissed her cheek and that she massaged my shoulders and back. I wonder if I can just convince her to keep it a secret from those in the house, because I do not think I can go that long without touching her if I see her at school.' Naoki did not realize how long he had been lost in thought until he jolted at the sound of a knock on his door. "Come in," he rumbled, picking up his book and opening it to a random page.
"Irie-kun," the object of his affections soft voice called out as the door opened. "I am ready for my tutoring session, whenever you are." He grunted in response, putting the book on his bedside table, and standing up. He stretched slowly, while watching her, amused when her face heated up from the strip of his stomach that was revealed under his shirt. He then followed her to her room, getting situated at her table after closing and locking the door.
"Are you alright?" he asked her quietly, when he noticed her hands were fisting her pajama bottoms tightly.
"I wanted to ask you a question," she responds shyly, ducking her head before quickly raising it again.
"Ask away," he replies curiously, not understanding why she was being so shy with him.
"What are we?" she asks, her face beat red, her neck quickly beginning to match as the color dropped lower.
"What do you want us to be?" he responded, a slightly husky tone to his voice as he watched the color deepen and drop, before snapping his eyes back up to hers.
"I…" she begins, before swallowing hard. "I love you, Irie-kun. I want to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend."
"Hmm…" he muses, as he observes her eyes widening in shock over her own bravery. "I have a question in response to that."
"O..okay?" she stutters.
"Would you be willing to hide us being together?" he asks.
"Like from everyone, or…?" she queries quietly.
"Mostly from the people in this house," he responds. He waits anxiously as he watches the shock and contemplation on her face before she nods almost imperceptibly.
"If it means I get to be with you," she says slowly, carefully thinking about she wants to say. "I am willing to keep it from those in this house, even if I do not fully understand why our family is so different than everyone else."
"Mostly because I cannot handle my mother deciding we will be getting married as soon as we graduate high school," he replies, moving closer to her. "I want to explore what we have, but I really do not feel like dealing with her."
"Will she not learn about it from someone outside the house?" she asks him, not noticing that he had moved closer to her.
"If she does," he begins, drawing himself even closer, so she was within reach. "then we will deal with it then. I do not think I can go that long without touching you to be honest." He watches are her blush that had begun to fade became pronounced once more, before acknowledging how close he was. He reached for her, happy when she willingly complied and moved into his arms.
"So, we are together then?" she asked as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest.
"We are," he responds quietly, running his fingers slowly through her burnt orange locks that were still damp from her shower. "Is there anything else you would like to know? Or is there something you would like to do before we go back to school next week?"
"I want to go to the waterpark," she exclaimed happily, bouncing slightly in his hold. He tightened his grip a bit to keep her from bouncing too much before his body responded. "My friends all planned to go in two days."
"Would you like to go with them?" he asked. When he felt her nod, he contemplated what he could do. "Make sure you make the plans to go with them in front of my mother," he told her quietly.
"Why?" she asked confused.
"Because if I know my mother," he smirks. "She will force me and Yuuki to go to the water park as well with the intent of me seeing you in your swimsuit, and you seeing me shirtless." He laughed when she let out a squeak before he released her, laying back on the floor with a small groan.
"Is your back and shoulders bothering you again, Irie-kun?" she queried. "Between the championship match, carrying the bags, and rowing the boat I could see them bothering you again."
"They are," he responds quietly. "The problem I have is I do not know if I want your hands on me at the moment." He turns his head to face her, curious on her reaction to his words. His girl was just sitting there confused and shocked, not understanding why. 'She is so innocent,' he thinks.
"I.. do not understand," she finally says. "I have already massaged you before we started dating. Now that we are, why would it be different?"
"Because," he begins, eyes locked on her face. "I enjoy your hands on me. To be honest, I would rather pull this shirt off and have you massage my back and shoulders without the obstruction." He pauses as he watched her face turn redder than he had ever seen. Her neck completely matching and seeing the barest hint of red under the collar of her night shirt. "That would be completely inappropriate though, and I do not wish to rush you or make you feel uncomfortable."
He watched as she swallowed hard, as her knuckles turned white from her firsts being so clenched. "I would not mind," she whispered to his surprise, causing him to sit up and fully look at her. "I enjoy touching you, Irie-kun. If having my hands on you is something you would like, I do not mind at all."
'Oh, she really should not have said that.' he thought as he pulled her into him, slanting his mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp before thrusting his tongue into her mouth, running the appendage over her own as his hands explored the length of her back, and dipping under the hem of her shirt to touch the skin of her back as her hands fisted in his hair, tugging slightly. He groaned under the slightly sting in his scalp, pulling her closer to him, on hand leaving her back to thread through her orange tresses. He pulled back slightly and nipped her bottom lip before kissing her soundly once more, reveling in the mewl that escaped her lips. When his lungs started to burn, he pulled back, ignoring the whimper and pull from her hands as she tried to bring him back to her. He pressed his lips lightly against hers once more before pulling back completely.
"How about we get some studying done first," he asks as his eyes flick to the clock. He stands to unlock the door quickly before pulling up her books and notebook. "We need to get the rest of your summer homework completed before anything else." He smirks at the shell-shocked look on her face as she struggles to get herself under control. After a few minutes, she settled in across from him and they started in on her math assignments.
Not even ten minutes later, his mother opened the door with the snacks. As she was setting the tray down, he smirked at her behind his mothers back and rolled his eyes. He watched Kotoko's eyes widen as she finally understood. "Do not stay up too late, Kotoko-chan and Oni-chan," his mother chided softly. "You still have plenty of time to finish all of your work."
"Not really, Oba-sama," the younger girls smiled. "My friends want to go to the water park in three days, so I am going with them. I want this all finished before that."
"Oh really," she mused as she headed for the door. "Well good night, kids. I am going to bed."
Naoki quirked an eyebrow up at Kotoko before standing and relocking the door, startled to see a smirk on her face. "Mission accomplished." she boasted. "Now Oba-sama knows about the pool, and it gives us a reason to study longer."
Naoki smiles slightly at her plan, before a thought occurred to him. "You know she is going to take you bikini shopping now, right?" he laughed as Kotoko turns bright red once again. He pads over to her slowly, before sitting next to her. "I personally cannot wait." He let that thought hang there before they continued with her homework, finishing up her math and physics over the next few hours.
He stood and stretched, prepared to head back to his room for the night when he stopped at the feel of her hand in the back of his shirt. He turns his hand back to look at her, eyebrow quirked up in question.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"To bed," he replied.
"What about your massage?" she responds, face only slightly red this time. He stood there in shock for a few minutes before turning to face her directly, causing her hand to drop.
"Are you sure?" he inquires. At her nod, he pulls his shirt off before laying on his stomach on the floor. He hears his sigh before settling next to him, starting at his neck. 'This is seriously the greatest feeling ever,' he muses as he struggles to not moan at the feel of her hands on his bare skin. 'She is going to be the death of me, but what a way to go…. Now just to convince her to straddle my back during the massage…" he grunted softly, hoping the young girl would take it as a response to her working out the knot, and not for the pain of his lower region responding to the stimulation and thought of her straddling him.