A/N: Before anything else, happy new year, everyone! Here's to hoping 2021 is a year filled with happiness and good things :3

Now, to the story itself! This chapter is from Kazuto's POV and even though I'm sure you're all fully aware of this fact, let me give you a heads up anyways! Since this is an AU, the characters are bound to be different from what we are used to. They all grew up in different environments than what we know from canon, which shaped their personalities into what I describe them to be. Of course, if that fact (or anything else from the story) makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to continue reading UwU

Now that that's out of the way, please do enjoy! I appreciate all of the feedback you've been giving me and it makes me truly happy to know you're enjoying the story so far :)

WARNING: The smut in this chapter sure is a wild ride, so be cautious of that! Special warning for Kazuto being a bit rougher than usual, but not to the point of hurting Asuna (he'd never go that far! Consent is always important and I can assure you that he would stop if she asked him to)

CHAPTER 4

Kazuto Kirigaya never believed in love.

Of course, that was a debatable topic in and of itself and people could try – and most likely fail, if he was being completely honest – to talk him out of it, to prove that he was just being hard headed and melodramatic about the subject. Yet, no matter how much they did try, at the end of the day he was still convinced he would never change his mind on the matter.

He couldn't really blame it on a former heartbreak back on his middle school days or a specific event that happened during his childhood that had triggered such a strong reaction, because none of those happened. As a matter of fact, he'd been loved very dearly by his parents and his little sister, and he had loved them back just as much. As such, the love he shared with his family was the kind of love he sincerely regarded as true, because he'd been surrounded by it ever since he was little. The one he didn't believe in, however, was the romantic kind of love – or at least, not for himself. He knew the love between his parents was real. He could see it in the way his father would get up early every once in a while to try and surprise his mother with breakfast in bed – and ultimately fail – and the way his mother would wake up to the smell of something burning in the kitchen and immediately rush downstairs, extinguisher in hand as she prepared for the worse, only to dissolve in laughter as soon as she saw the burnt toast that sat alone on a plate. It was obvious in the way she would wave him goodbye every morning and the way he would always hug her tight when he got back in the evening. And it was irrefutable in the way they looked at each other with so much tenderness, even though they'd been married for years.

One would think that in such an environment, he'd have turned into a hopeless romantic like his little sister had. Suguha was definitely the dreamer out of the two of them, approaching him every so often with her romance novels in hand and a wide smile on her face as she practically recited an entire oral presentation about the main couple of the book and how they would die for each other in the blink of an eye, without even thinking. At the end of it, she would always sigh dreamily and voice out her wish to find someone like that one day. Kazuto would smile down at her, pat her head affectionately and tell her that he was sure she would find someone who'd properly cherish her in the future.

"What about you, big brother?" she'd ask, blinking up at him curiously, "Don't you want to find someone special too?"

He'd cough to the side and rub the back of his neck awkwardly, "Who knows? Maybe one day…" he'd mumble vaguely, not wanting to lie to her but also refusing to tell her the outright truth that he couldn't see himself settling down at all. He didn't want to ruin it for her. Thankfully, she'd usually drop the subject. If it was because she sensed his discomfort or because she just wanted to get back to her book, he would never know. But he would always internally sigh in relief, grateful she wouldn't probe at him for a more straightforward answer. Not that he'd ever be able to give her one, because in all honesty, he couldn't see things the way she did and all of the hopeless-romantic-genes had definitely gone to her and left him in the dust.

When he got into university, his beliefs only strengthened. He and Eugeo had to move out of their hometown and find an apartment of their own near college, since the campus was a three hour away trip from their home. They'd both been really excited, especially when they met their fellow brothers-in-arms, Eiji and Ryoutarou, commonly addressed as Klein for reasons Kazuto still has yet to understand. And to say the four of them together went completely wild would be an understatement. Every weekend – and sometimes on weekdays as well – they would find themselves at parties or social gatherings, quickly rising in popularity and becoming known to every student as their college's 'Fantastic Four'. Klein, who always brought with him enough alcohol to last them through an entire war; Eiji, the hot rich kid who looked uninterested half of the time but whose couldn't-care-less expression attracted girls like moths to a flame; Eugeo, the sweet and handsome guy who was too kind for his own good, to the point of unconsciously flirting with girls without ever realizing it and panicking when he received more confessions than he could count; and Kazuto… the fuckboy of the group whom every single female student badly craved for the tremendous sex appeal he oozed with the most basic of actions.

He moved without a care in the world, slicking his hair back, sweat trickling down his flushed face as the heat of the party started rising within him, head lolling back to let out a sigh through his peccable lips. Every eye in the room trained on the bobbing of his Adam's apple and the vein that strained under his tanned skin, so deliriously crazy over the simple movements of the man. When he drove into campus on his motorcycle for the first time, girls quickly gathered in a circle around him, alluring fingertips tapping on his helmet while looking at him through fluttering lashes as if he was their next meal. Kazuto teasingly sat atop the vehicle and Eugeo liked to call him a show-off when he purposely leaned back on the seat to give them all a view of what he knew they wanted – the front part of his jeans, that so tightly clung to his lower half.

It didn't take him long to start sleeping around with women he found equally attractive. It was always them who came to him, and while he was known for his late night rendezvous at events, he still prided himself in being enough of gentleman to let them know that he was not looking for something serious. He didn't bother sugarcoating his words because that was the way things were – he was looking for one-night stands and nothing more than that. If they agreed to his terms, he was fine with it, but if they didn't, he would also understand and certainly would never try to coerce them into it. They had every right to backtrack after knowing of his conditions regarding relationships.

That's how he spent most of his first and second years in college. Partying and fucking were his sins, and even though people entitled him as a 'fuckboy', he did not feel the slightest bit sorry for it because he was not deceiving anyone. He lost count of all the girls he slept with, and even more so of all of the slaps he'd received for rejecting them afterwards, even though he'd made sure to warn them that he was not interested in anything remotely romantic. While they were all very good to release his pent-up sexual frustration, none of them were able to capture his attention in a way that made him consider something more. And that only served to solidify his dubiousness towards love.

That is… until a certain chestnut-haired beauty started making her presence known in his daily life.

He first met Asuna back on his freshman year and he could fairly say that the reason which led to that fateful meeting was the dumbest, most cringeworthy thing of his entire life. But then again, he liked to say 'dumb' was Ryoutarou's middle name. The red-haired man had gathered him, Eugeo and Eiji and dragged them away to a hidden staircase in one of the less-crowded buildings on campus. And almost as soon as they got there, he pulled four cans of beer out of God knows where, popped them open, shoved them into their hands and clinked his with theirs while saying "Cheers!". They barely had time to blink and ask him what in the world was going on before a voice beat them to it.

"What are the four of you doing?!"

They all jumped in surprise and whipped their heads around to face a fuming girl as she stomped towards them, curled fists resting on her hips and eyes narrowed in anger. He swears that if looks could kill, the four of them would've been dead and buried right then and there. Somehow, and even through the initial shock, his mind had still been able to vaguely recognize her. He'd seen her around campus before – such a beautiful face was hard to forget and he also seemed to recall her being a member of the Student Council. However, college was probably the only place where he'd caught a glimpse of her, since she didn't seem like the kind to attend parties. Not only because he'd definitely remember her if she was, but also because her cute outfit was a dead giveaway of what her views regarding such events most likely were. White turtleneck tucked inside of a long plaid red skirt and a cute brown beret sitting atop her chestnut locks – everything about it screamed purity. She was poised, standing straight and proud as she stopped right in front of them. Just her presence was enough to fill up an entire room.

"Drinking alcohol inside of college grounds? How much more irresponsible can you get?!" she'd snapped at them, her glare not letting down one bit.

"I, uh… well we- you see, the thing here is-" Klein, the one true culprit, stammered pathetically, shrinking under her gaze.

He was fully aware it would've been easier to blame it all on the red-haired male, to say "Hey, I didn't agree to any of this!" and dash away, leaving behind his chaotic friend to deal with the mess he caused all on his own. However, Kazuto had never been one to take the easier route when it came to these matters, and something told him he'd definitely enjoy adding fuel to the little fire that stood in front of him, so it didn't come as a surprise when his mouth opened all on its own before his brain even had time to think.

"What's it to you, Angel?" he'd asked, approaching her with slow steps as a cocky smirk spread on his lips. He vaguely remembers his friends gasping behind him, but he paid them no mind, choosing to lift up one eyebrow at her instead.

"I- Excuse me?" she'd asked incredulously, obviously caught off guard, "What did you just call me?"

Leaning down so he was eye-to-eye with her, he let his lips pull up even more, showing her a dazzling grin as he made sure to punctuate every syllable in the noun, "An-gel."

With that, he raised the can to his lips and took a generous gulp of the alcohol, making sure to let out a satisfied "Ah!" when he pulled away. And if he thought she was mad before, he was sure she was absolutely furious after the stunt he'd pulled.

"Why, you arrogant little-"

"Oh-oh! Were you just about to curse?" he cluck his tongue and shook his head in mock disapproval, "That is not allowed, Angel. You might just lose your place in heaven if you finish that sentence."

Maybe he'd just been used to every girl falling at his feet as soon as they heard his voice or saw his smirk and found it oddly amusing that she was the first to show such repulse for his being. Or maybe he'd simply been hoping to see how much of his teasing she could take, even though they'd just met. Whatever the reason, he couldn't seem to stop himself from relentlessly pushing at her buttons and ultimately, Eugeo had to be the one to grab him and clamp a hand over his mouth to shut him up, just before she lost all composure and socked him in the stomach.

After that first encounter, they just kept on crossing paths for some reason… and never in a good way. From scolding him for making too much noise at the library to catching him kissing and grinding against a girl inside of a closet room, every single one of their encounters was fated to end up with her boiling with rage and him relishing on her every reaction. Their quarrels didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the students, and soon enough everyone was aware that they would most likely start bickering if they happened to meet somewhere on campus.

He didn't even realize it at first, but he found himself starting to look forward to their encounters, however small they may be. He spent his days looking over his shoulder, eyes searching for the familiar head of chestnut hair in the crowd, having gained the ability to recognize it from unbelievable distances. And as time passed… other girls didn't seem as appealing to him anymore. He still partied often but he stopped sleeping around altogether. Whenever his friends asked, he'd always shrug and answer that "he was not in the mood." – which they found weird because the Kazuto Kirigaya was not in the mood to get laid? What kind of plot twist was that? And they found it especially weird because they knew for a fact that girls still threw themselves at him every single day. So how come he never took the opportunity to take them to bed anymore?

Kazuto didn't really pay attention to those details because he genuinely believed it was just a phase, a passing occasion that would eventually come to an end. Only… it never really did.

When the new semester started and he found out that he and Asuna happened to share one class together, he was absolutely over the moon. His brain immediately started working on coming up with a thousand different scenarios to mess with her, to bring out the reactions he cherished so. Would he steal her notes that day? Or maybe he'd show up behind her and blow on her ear, causing her to squeak adorably and- Wait. Adorably? Since when did he start using such adjectives to describe anything Asuna? And since when did he start getting so excited to see her every day? To feel her presence near?

The answer to those questions came through Eugeo.

"You're in love with her." his best friend declared one early morning while eating his cereal and flipping through his notes nonchalantly, as if he had not just said the most implausible thing ever.

"What?!" he answered, hand loosening around the carton of milk he'd been holding at the time and letting it drop to the counter with a dull thud. Thankfully, he still hadn't opened it yet. "Eugeo, please. Are you listening to yourself? Asuna and I? She'd never want anything to do with me, even if I was the last man on the face of the earth!"

Eugeo hummed under his breath, eyes never leaving the papers in front of him, "You didn't deny it."

"What?!" he parroted his previous answer, unable to form any other sentence.

"You didn't deny it." the flaxen-haired boy repeated, finally looking up for a second to lock eyes with him, "When I said you were in love with her, you immediately went on the defensive instead of denying it like you would've done if what I said really wasn't true. You resorted to trying to convince yourself she's not interested in you in that way-"

Kazuto cut him off before he could say any more, "Eugeo, I have no idea what your psychology ass is trying to tell me, but it's not like that."

Eugeo stared at him for a moment too long, eyes roaming all over his face to analyze his reaction. At last, he smiled and said, "Sure, it isn't." before stuffing another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and going back to his notes.

That day, Kazuto couldn't seem to stop thinking about his best friend's words. And after incessantly repeating them over and over again in his mind for who knows how long, he came to the terrifying realization that-

"Oh shit… It really is like that…"

Looking back on it now, he can't really pinpoint the exact moment those feelings began. Was it when he saw her comforting a freshman at the library, when the poor girl broke down crying because she was terrified of her finals? Or was it when he happened to overhear a group of students thanking her for being an amazing president while she smiled in delight and told them that "It's my pleasure to help every single one of you, in any way that I can!"? Perhaps it started when his eyes accidently landed on her during one late afternoon while she stared out of a window, chin propped on her hand as the setting sun kissed her skin and colored her hair in breathtaking orange shades, making her positively glow. There are so many little moments in which he's certain he was already in love with her that he had no way of knowing for sure when he had fallen. Because maybe, just maybe, he was already a goner on the day she walked up to him and his friends and called them an "irresponsible bunch of jerks".

Kazuto Kirigaya never believed in love. Or at least, he didn't – until Asuna Yuuki came into his life in a flurry of chestnut and hazel and serendipity and effortlessly made his heart her home.

They dressed in silence.

The heavy tension that hung in the air was so palpable he was sure he could reach out and touch it if he tried. Still, he sensed she didn't want him to say anything, so he stayed quiet.

He could see her struggling to tug up the zipper on her lower back as he slipped his arms through his t-shirt. He watched for a bit, his hands twitching at his sides, desperately wanting to help her but refusing to do so for fear of making her uncomfortable. However, when he finally had enough of just watching and decided to reach out to her, the tiny piece of metal finally gave in and fastened up. She let out a small sigh of relief and he let his hands fall to his sides again.

As he crouched down to pick up his jacket from the floor, he let his mind wander for a bit. What would happen after this? He really hadn't followed her to the room in hopes of it leading to something more. The truth was, he'd seen some suspicious guys climbing up the stairs after she went to the bathroom, so he decided to go after her just in case. And just as he suspected, the guys furtively tried to follow her every move as she ventured around the upper floor. When she walked inside of the bedroom, they took it as their chance to finally corner her. However, just as they were about to go in, he showed up and blocked their way.

"Get lost." he'd growled with a scowl, but it was all it took. Even though they were three, they knew fully well who he was. And so, after letting out displeased 'tch's, they stormed away and disappeared to the balcony.

Why he slipped inside of the room after they left, though… he couldn't really be sure. He just felt the sudden need to make sure she was okay.

He tried to reassure her that he hadn't gone after her for sex, but he highly doubts she believed him. But then again, maybe it was his fault. When she willingly asked him to kiss her… when she said she wanted him – all of him – his heart had soared so high that he could no longer pretend it wasn't beating for her, as it had been for so long. He wonders if that was his downfall.

Asuna gets up from the bed after strapping her heels back on and he opens up his mouth to speak, but ends up closing it again. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he had no idea where to start… or even if he should start at all.

"Angel, I-"

"This doesn't change anything between us." she cuts him off, her back turned to him as she faced the door instead. The words got stuck somewhere within him, scorching at the back of his throat.

"I hope you know that." she mutters, still refusing to look at him. For just a moment, she seems to hesitate, but ultimately straightens her back and walks out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

He doesn't know how long he stands there, his mind refusing to process her words. It stung more than he would've liked to admit and he felt the heavy weight of rejection setting on his shoulders. Breathing out a small sigh, he plops back down on the bed, his fingers running through his hair in frustration.

"Fuck, I'm an idiot… What was I expecting? For us to start dating just because we slept together? Pull it together, you moron." he scolds himself, trying to shrug it off, though to no avail.

The coldness of the empty bed and the smell of her on the sheets did little to help his case. And as he sits all alone on the place where he had finally been able to drop his mask and drown in the feelings he'd been repressing for so long, he can't help but long for her once more.

Trying to put what happened at the party behind his back proved to be way harder than he'd originally thought, and the fact that fate seemed so dead set on reviving his memory whenever it had the opportunity to do so only made matters worse. He was used to seeing her around campus frequently, and he had always found extreme joy in those meetings. Yet, for the days following them sleeping together, he seemed to see her even more often than before, which honestly felt more like a sick joke than anything else. Every little thing reminded him of her and the passionate night they'd shared. From the honey pies that Eugeo liked to buy on his way home every once in a while, that resembled the sweetness of her lips, to the soft aroma of the roses that grew near the main gates, that smelled just like her. No matter where he went or what he did, he could not escape the iron-like grip of his recollections.

At night, whenever he closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, he'd see her beautiful face of ecstasy imprinted behind his eyelids. Crinkled eyebrows and parted lips that allowed for euphoric cries to tumble out, the blissful sounds that let him know just how good he was making her feel, now forever recorded in his heart. At that, his eyes would immediately snap back open, wide and wild as his breathing started to pick up. Almost as second nature, he would feel himself getting hard and his hand would automatically crawl beneath the sheets, finding its way inside of the waistband of his sweatpants. With his mind filled with thoughts of her, he would start off gentle, stroking his growing length with practiced ease. However, as the replay of the scene evolved to the parts where he got to taste her, where he got to feel her heat wrapped around him, his movements would grow more erratic, fingers desperately trying to mimic the way her core squeezed around his cock.

"Kazuto-kun!"

"Angel…" he'd breathe back, using the pre-cum that oozed from his tip to help him increase his pace. Every time her voice called out his name, echoing so loud inside of his head, he would pump himself harder, faster. He needed more. He needed more and more and more of her and he was a fool to think he would ever be satisfied with one night only.

"Kazuto-kun!"

"Angel..!" his voice would rasp, breaking at the last syllable. More. More. More.

"Kazuto-kun!"

"Asuna-" he'd cry out as he came, body slumping back to the mattress as some of his built-up tension released in the form of spurts of hot cum. He'd always lay there for a few moments afterwards, staring up at the ceiling as his chest rose and fell raggedly. He'd let his eyes fall shut for just a minute, feeling slightly embarrassed at the amount of times he'd had to touch himself while thinking of her ever since he'd had her. It helped a bit, but it could never come close to what he felt that night. Nothing, not even all the women he'd slept with before, could compare to the way Asuna made him feel.

It was hard to go by his life as if nothing's changed, because to him, everything did. He loved her and he wanted nothing more than to be close to her again. But he was shocked to find out that to her, the words she left him with that night were the pure, unadulterated truth. To her, nothing changed at all. She still looked at him with disdain, still made off-handed comments about him being an arrogant imbecile, still tried her best to ignore his presence whenever he stood near. And with each passing second, minute, hour, he could feel himself growing more and more frustrated with her uncaring attitude.

Had it really meant nothing to her?

He didn't want to believe so, but his doubts kept on weighing him down as the days went by. His friends took notice of him being more snappy than usual, so they tried their best to cheer him up. Klein with his dad jokes and lame puns, going as far as to show up in his and Eugeo's apartment one late night with a pack of beer in hand, shouting something along the lines of "We're gonna get wasted until you can't even remember your own name!". That only served to make him angrier, because it reminded him of the first time he and Asuna met, so he ended up kicking him out. Only after he cooled down did he realize that he'd been too harsh on him, and eventually apologized. Thankfully, Klein had always been a chill guy, so he waved it off as if nothing happened. Eiji wasn't the kind to outright show how he felt, but Kazuto could see he was worried whenever he patted his back and gave him a curt nod, letting him know through his eyes that he could count on him. Eugeo was definitely the one who had it harder, since he had to deal with his sulking and shitty attitude 24/7. Luckily, the flaxen-haired boy was as patient as can be and tried to approach him gently, probing while not probing, if that was even possible. He always had a way with words, ever since they were little, and he knew exactly the right questions to ask. Kazuto wasn't sure if it was just a natural talent of his or if it also had something to do with his psychology major playing a huge role in making him feel even more reliable. Whatever it was, he suspected Eugeo knew of what happened, but simply decided not to mention it, probably out of fear that it would cause him more harm than do good.

At the end of the day, he really appreciated all of their efforts, even if he didn't say it out loud. Unfortunately, though, no matter how much they tried, the pressure within his chest just kept on steadily growing, like a ticking time bomb that was just waiting for the final trigger before it went off.

"Kirigaya-senpai?" he was too deep into his thoughts to take note of the new presence by his side. "Kirigaya-senpai?" the soft voice repeated, finger lightly tapping on his shoulder to get his attention, but he still failed to notice.

"Kirito!" Eugeo called at once, voice firm to snap him out of it.

He flinched, straightening up and blinking his eyes a couple of times, "What? What is it?"

Eugeo sighed and nodded his head towards the girl that stood next to him. Kazuto turns to face her as she nervously fiddles around with a small lunchbox.

"Ah, sorry Ronye. I was a bit out of it…" he apologizes, smiling softly at the girl.

"I-It's okay, senpai!" she answers, shaking her head quickly as if to say it was nothing. She falls silent after that, opening and closing her mouth a few times, clearly struggling to get out what she wanted to say.

"Did you need something?" he asks her gently, trying to encourage her.

"I just- I wanted… to give you this!" she thrusts the lunchbox forward, bowing her head down to hide her face from him as she closes her eyes. He unconsciously backs away from the small box as it hovers right in front of him.

"Ehrm, I… Ronye, I'm afraid I can't-" he began, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly.

"N-No! It's not what you think, I- Really, senpai, I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done. You've been nothing but kind to me ever since I got here and I… This is just a small token of my appreciation! It has nothing to do with my… feelings…" she whispers the last part and his eyes soften.

A couple of weeks ago, the freshman had come to him and confessed, leaving him in a state of shock. It wasn't that he wasn't used to receiving confessions, because he was. But the fact that such a sweet girl had been able to fall for him, despite knowing of his reputation, really had him reeling. He tried to be gentle while turning her down because he didn't want to hurt her. He never had anything with Ronye and he viewed her as a cute little sister – so many of her mannerisms and quirks reminded him of Suguha that he could never see himself rejecting her in the way he used to with his previous one-night stands. As such, he did his best to be as honest as possible, explaining to her that he couldn't accept her feelings because he had someone else in his heart. She'd been surprised to learn of his secret, but after the initial shock, she smiled softly and told him that it was okay and that he didn't need to feel bad about it.

He thought she'd done her best to move on since then, but now that she tried to gift him the lunchbox, he was afraid that she was trying to confess again. Thankfully, that did not seem to be the case, which he was internally glad for.

"Oh… Well, in that case I'll gladly accept it! I'm sure it's much better than this fish the lunch ladies insist on calling food." he joked, probing at said fish with his chopsticks and sticking his tongue out in distaste. Klein bursts into laughter from across him and Ronye giggles lightly in response.

"Since you have the energy to complain, perhaps you should get in the kitchen and cook it yourself." a passing voice mutters in annoyance, and he doesn't need to look up to know whom it belongs to.

It was as if all of the noise in the cafeteria suddenly subsided and all he could hear was her. His whole body tenses, hand freezing over his bowl and eyebrow twitching in irritation. Slowly, his head turns in her direction, until he's looking her dead in the eye. She stands next to his table, tray in hand as she stares back just as intensely.

"That's funny, Angel," he spits, narrowing his eyes at her, "I thought you knew better than to stick your nose in other people's business."

She huffs through her lips, rolling her eyes right back at him, "This coming from the asshole who always sticks his nose in mine. Please take a look in the mirror before you try to reprimand anyone, Kirigaya."

She gives him no time to retort as she turns on her heel and walks away, setting her tray in the tray rack before walking out of the cafeteria.

Kazuto sits frozen for a while, his mind trying to process what just happened as Klein cackles in front of him. When her words finally sink in, he feels his blood starting to boil and every single emotion he'd tried to repress over the last couple of days clawing their way up to the surface. She was playing with fire. He knew it, she knew it… but perhaps, she underestimated him. She didn't know what he was capable of. And if that was the case… he was more than willing to show her.

He barely registers the chair tumbling back with a loud screech as he gets up from his seat.

"Kirigaya-senpai?"

"Kirito?"

"Kirito, where in the world are you going-?"

"Oi, Kirito!"

He can't hear their calls at all. All he sees is red and her squirming beneath him. All he hears are her sharp words and her breathy moans. And all he feels is hot anger and sheer, unreserved lust. He's unable to hold back any longer. He wants her. And he wants her now.

He storms out of the cafeteria, pausing for just a second to look at his surroundings in search of her. He sees a flash of chestnut going inside of the girls' bathroom.

'Got you.'

As soon as his eyes zero in on his target, he cares for nothing else, and the next thing he knows, he's inside of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Asuna stands near the sink, staring at him with wide eyes and mouth hanging open in shock as her palm hovers above the faucet, probably to turn it on prior to him barging in.

"What the hell, Kirigaya?! This is the girls' bathroom, you idio-" she has no time to finish her sentence because he strides over to her, grabs the back of her neck and crashes his mouth to hers. The feeling of her plump lips against his once again has him groaning while she gasps in surprise, raising her fists up to pound at his chest. He could feel her heavy breathing through her nose and her clumsy attempts to pull away from him, but he was having none of it.

Kazuto refused to let her go. Tightening his grip around her waist, he pulled her even closer as he blindly started to walk forward. The hand on the back of her neck rises up to her head, cushioning it from the blow just as they reach the wall and he presses her body back against the tiles. Her struggles to break free start to weaken, slowly but surely, which only eggs him on. At last, when the tip of his tongue traces the shape of her lips, probing at their center to signal her to part them up so he could slide it inside of her mouth, she finally drops her facade and starts kissing him back.

Oh, how he missed everything about her. The cute stubbornness of trying to dominate his tongue with hers. The sudden realization that she stood no chance against him. And the final submission to his every flick and turn.

Her hands crawl up his chest and hook behind his neck, slender fingers tugging at the dark locks harshly as she brings their faces even closer, deepening the kiss. Their passion and aggression fuel the movements of their mouths over each other's, teeth clashing and wet muscles wrestling incessantly as they try to get closer and closer and closer. He pins her body to the wall with his own, grinding up against her and making a special point of rubbing his growing erection against her stomach, until he's able to bring out from her the sweet sounds he'd so dearly missed. He decides to humor her for just a bit, letting her think she's about to win him over before tilting her head to the side with the grip he had on her hair and sucking her tongue into his mouth. He enjoys the way she whimpers in defeat, nails running over his scalp as he lightly grazes his teeth over the swollen muscle.

When they pull away, they're both a panting, wild mess. Her hair is in a disarray, but taking her wandering fingers into regard, he's sure his isn't doing much better. Asuna stares up at him defiantly, sending hot waves of arousal coursing through his body and all the way down to his lower abdomen. He furrows his eyebrows at her, pulling his hand away from her hair to grab at her chin and forcefully pull her face closer.

"So defiant today, aren't we?" he grunts, lips close to hers, almost brushing. She tries to lean forward to reach them but he pulls away, making her whine. His frown only deepens at that, "Oh, you want to kiss me again? Didn't seem like it a minute ago."

He pulls her chin upwards, exposing her neck to his mouth as his tongue licks up her throat and the underside of her jaw, fingertips reaching underneath her skirt to ghost over the inside of her thighs and her clothed core.

Her shuddery breaths remind him exactly of what he's been daydreaming about every single day since that fateful night, and he feels himself hardening to a point of no return. Deciding that kissing her and rubbing up against her was just not enough, he draws away from her, grabs her wrist and pulls her inside of the closest stall.

"W-What are you-?"

As soon as he locks the door, he pins her up against the wall and his lips find hers once more. Any complaint she'd been thinking about automatically vanishes at the sweep of his tongue, and even more so when his hands start bundling up her skirt until it rests on her hips.

"It's almost as if you wore a skirt today just for me, Angel." he groans against her mouth, pressing his lips to hers so hard she has no way to respond. His teeth nip at the flesh of her lower lip, tantalizing and seductive as she wriggles beneath his ministrations, shivering and panting and whining.

The anger he felt back at the cafeteria has yet to subside and he wants nothing more than to let her know exactly what he can do. He did his best to be sweet and gentle when he had her for the first time. But the way she'd been treating him lately… she's just begging to see the other side of him. He needs to put her back in place, to remind her of who made her feel so good. And if she wanted to play the role of the dismissive, obstinate princess who did not recall the way she'd screamed out his name over and over as he took her on the bed… it would be his pleasure to let his built-up frustration take over so he could show her how rough and dominant he could be as he takes her up against the wall.

Hooking his left palm under her right thigh, he roughly lifts it up and wraps it around his waist. "Leg up." he orders in a low tone, watching in satisfaction as she fumbles to do as he says, tightening the muscles of her thigh so it would stay right where he put it. Once he's sure she's truly secure, his right hand goes between their bodies and pulls her panties to the side, slipping his index and middle fingers inside of her. Asuna gasps at the sudden intrusion, grabbing onto his shoulders for support as her head falls back against the wall with a muffled thud. While he'd made sure to take his time with her at the party, gauging out the movements that elicited the sweetest reactions from her, he had no need nor self-control to do so now. The way he moved to pleasure her had been imprinted onto his soul back then and he knew exactly how he had to move the digits against her walls to have her writhing underneath him.

"I only kissed you before this, Angel, but look at how wet you already are for me," his mouth hovers right next to her face, hot breath curling against her ear as he whispers words that have her back arching off the wall and her breasts squishing against his chest. When he parts his fingers away from each other while still inside of her, she inhales sharply, trying to hold in her sounds as he proceeds with the scissoring motions, making sure to curl his digits against the sensitive spots within her every time he brought them apart. "So ready to take me," he continues huskily, licking his lips so close to her ear that the tip of his tongue brushes against its shell, "I wonder if this is what you call 'hate'?"

Asuna can only shake her head no, chestnut bangs sticking to her forehead as a thin layer of sweat starts breaking across her skin. Kazuto clicks his tongue, "Can't even formulate a proper answer, uh?"

Pulling away from her slightly, he never ceases the movement of his fingers as he reaches for the back pocket of his jeans with his other hand. Once he grabs his wallet, he opens it up and, using his teeth, takes out a small package from inside, careful as to not damage its contents. Slapping the leather closed once more, he easily slips it back into its original place just as her trembling leg starts sliding down his waist.

"I said. leg. up." he growls and she immediately straightens up, adjusting her hold around him.

"Kazuto-kun-" she whines and his eyes widen. And again, while he'd been so incredibly happy to hear her calling out his first name before, at this moment it just manages to piss him off even more.

"Oh, so it's 'Kazuto-kun' now?" he asks angrily, the condom package still between his teeth as he narrows his eyes down at her. Asuna whimpers. "No more 'Kirigaya'?" he increases the speed of his fingers, adding his thumb to the mix and rubbing her clit. She moans and begs, but he pays her no mind as his free hand works on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. The sound of the zipper going down has her standing to attention, heavy lids forcefully blinking open to stare up at him with hazy eyes full of lust. "You seemed so confident out there, didn't you? Pretending as though nothing happened between us, as though you hated me with every fiber of your being," he grunts, pulling his jeans and underwear down slightly, just enough to free his hard member. She observes his movements through her daze, teeth chewing down on her lower lip at the sight of his erect shaft, "Little did you know you'd be begging for my cock 5 minutes later."

"P-Please, Kazuto-kun!" she cries out, tightening her hold on his shoulders with every curl of his fingers inside of her.

"Okay, Asuna," he emphasizes her name, gritting his teeth and using them to open up the package as cautiously as he could. Retrieving the condom from inside, he spits the empty packet off to the side and slips his fingers out of her. Asuna slumps back against the wall, trying to regain her breath as he squeezes the tip of the condom with one hand and rolls it down his length with the other. Once he's done, he kisses her lips roughly, tongue coiling with hers until she's a mewling mess against his mouth. He pulls away to finish his sentence in a deep, commanding tone, "I'll let you have another taste. Enough to remind you what you've been missing for these past two weeks."

With that, Kazuto flips her around and bends her low at the waist. He barely gives her time to register his movements before he grabs her hips, aligns himself with her entrance and pushes his entire length inside of her in one go. A high-pitched moan falls from her lips as she staggers forward, palms pressing against the cold tiles of the wall to steady herself.

"Was this what you wanted, Angel?" he asks in a growl as he starts moving inside of her, pulling out for little more than a second before slamming his hips into hers again. "Was this why you kept on teasing me? So you'd get me to fuck you so good again?"

Asuna claws at the wall, stuttering out incoherent sentences that mostly consisted of his first name, short words like 'yes' or 'please', or a mixture of both. Kazuto relishes in every single one of her reactions and hazy movements, in the way she's dripping down on the tiled floor, so unbelievably wet and tight around him that it has him cursing under his breath. Asuna tries to adjust her leg so he could reach deeper inside of her and when he notices her struggles, he draws one hand away from her hip in favor of holding her leg instead. Pulling almost all the way out, he takes advantage of the new angle to thrust into her so hard and deep she'd nearly screamed out in pleasure, if not for her teeth sinking down on her forearm to hold back the sound.

Skin slapping on skin, heavy breaths overlapping low moans, his fingernails digging into her hips, leaving behind crescent moons that painted all over the canvas of her delicate flesh. Kazuto feels hot, so, so hot as the air shifts around them, temperature rising steadily with each roll of his hips and pulse of her core. The hand on her hip moves up to lightly smack the cheek of her ass, before kneading it softly between his fingers as she keens in response. He uses the grip on her leg to keep thrusting in and out of her, increasing his pace with every low sound that tore from her throat as she desperately tried her best to keep it down.

Suddenly, the door of the bathroom opens up with a loud bang and a group of girls makes their way in, cheerful voices raising in volume as they squeal about something he cannot decipher.

Kazuto tenses, ceasing his movements momentarily as half of his length remains buried within her. He struggles to stay still, his throbbing cock begging to drill back inside of her without pause. But he knew that if he were to succumb to his wishes, he wouldn't be able to stop, which would definitely lead to them getting caught.

His efforts prove to be in vain, though, when Asuna herself loses her composure. He never had her as the kind to be impatient about something, but the way she slams her hips back on his without any kind of warning, sheathing his length so deep inside of her that the flesh of her ass hits his pelvic bone, sends his original beliefs down the gutter. His mouth falls open in a silent moan, which he tries to hold back by drawing in a sharp breath instead, his nails biting into the skin of her leg to caution her to stay still. He realizes she either doesn't get it or refuses to heed his warning when he feels her shifting again, presumably to repeat the motion. However, before she can, he grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her up to him, until her back presses against his chest and her head lolls back against his left shoulder. She lets out a soft gasp.

"Behave." he growls in her ear, suckling on the sensitive skin of her jaw as her breathing starts coming out in irregular puffs. If she had no problem being so bold, then he was sure to tease her until she begged him to stop.

Letting go of her leg, he raises his hand up to suck his index and middle fingers into his mouth. With her head still leaning back against his shoulder, she watches through the corner of her eye as he starts dragging his wet fingertips down her neck and chest and stomach, until they reach her core. With a barely visible smirk, he lightly presses the digits against her swollen clit, starting off slow and gentle, not yet applying the pressure he knew would drive her insane. He watches her closely, finding great amusement in the way she tries to hold back her whines and growing frustration. She was definitely reaching her peak and he couldn't wait for the unwanted company to leave so he could finally see her come undone before him. Asuna bites down hard on her lower lip to encage the sounds of pleasure in as he steadily increases the pressure of his fingers and the speed of his movements.

A very low moan manages to slip out from her tightly pressed lips, causing her cheeks to flush in embarrassment as she turns her head to the side, burying her face in his neck to hide away. And he was supposed to be mad at her – and in hindsight, he still is but she is so goddamn cute that he can't stop the way his heart skips a beat at the adorable display.

"Keep quiet, Angel," he whispers as he keeps circling her clit. The girls outside of the stall cackle then, but he's not paying enough attention to know what they're laughing about. As always, he's too focused on her. "You wouldn't want for other students to find out your life-sworn enemy is fucking you inside one of the college's bathrooms," Asuna's whimper is muffled by his neck and he presses his lips against her sweaty bangs, "Wouldn't do your reputation much good, now would it?"

She bites down on his flesh, right where his neck and shoulder meet before laving her tongue against the skin to soothe the light sting. He almost lets a moan of his own come out, especially when she shifts around slightly and sinks further down on his cock. He feels his tip hit her back wall and the warmth radiating from her velvet heat has his eyes rolling back.

"Okay, let's go, or else we'll be late for class!" one of the girls says and he promptly perks up, focusing on the sounds of them shifting around before they all shuffle out of the bathroom, letting the door fall closed after them.

He waits for a few seconds to make sure they're truly gone, and once he's sure of it, he disentangles his hand from her hair and covers her mouth, the other one ceasing its movements over her small bundle of nerves to weave around her waist instead. Effortlessly, his arm lifts her up until just his tip remains inside of her, before bringing her down with such force that the sound of their sweaty skins smacking together echo in the empty bathroom. Asuna cannot contain herself this time around, her scream getting muffled considerably by the palm of his hand.

"Shhhhh, as much as I love it when you sing for me, I'm afraid you'll have to try and keep it down for now, Angel. Someone may still walk in." he breathes, acutely aware that the way he keeps raising her up only to let her sink down on him again is not helping her case. He keeps his hand over her mouth, though, trying to keep her sounds in a low volume as his right arm does all the work. She wraps her right leg around his, spreading her thighs further apart to give him better access to thrust up into her dripping entrance. His lips finally pull up into a full smirk as he kisses the hollow of her ear and whispers, "Good girl."

The leather of his belt slaps against the back of her thighs every time she comes down, his jeans falling lower and lower as his pace gets faster, rougher, more desperate to bring out her beautiful release.

"K-Kazuto-kun… I-I'm-" she rasps into his palm as she squirms above him. He doesn't need her to finish the sentence – he knows.

"Very well," he says, his voice getting breathier and breathier by the second as his own climax draws near, "Let me feel you coming around my cock again."

He mercilessly rams into her over and over again, refusing to let her incoming orgasm slip away. Asuna does her best to keep up with his movements, inhaling and exhaling rapidly with the straining effort of following his pace and keeping her leg up. With just a few more thrusts, they finally come undone together, her with a loud cry into his hand and him with a barely contained groan into her hair. His hard member slowly starts softening as he empties himself inside of the condom, loads of cum gushing out nonstop.

With quaking limbs, Kazuto forces himself to walk backwards until his back leans against the stall wall, dragging Asuna along with him. His cock ends up slipping out of her with the movement, but he's too focused on trying to keep her steady to notice. She can barely keep herself standing, her own legs trembling so much he was afraid she'd end up falling to the floor. To prevent that from happening, he turns her around so they're chest to chest and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close as they both try to regain their breaths and get their fuzzy minds to settle down.

He's the first to come back down to earth, forcing himself to snap out of it when he notices just how disheveled her whole appearance is due to his rough handling. Trying not to loosen his grip around her, he reaches down to grab a bit of toilet paper.

"Hm?" Asuna mumbles when she feels his fingers tapping on her thighs, signaling her to spread them apart a bit. She does so in confusion and Kazuto takes the opportunity to gently wipe away the remaining fluids that trickled down her entrance, putting her panties back in place afterwards. He continues moving in silence, taking out the condom from his now soft member and tying it up quickly before discarding both items to the trash can in the corner.

He turns to her then, gaze roaming all over her features as she looks up at him as well. Kazuto swallows down dryly, fingers softly brushing down her bangs before moving around her head to arrange her side braids. Only when she looks slightly more presentable does he finally lock eyes with her. And his breath catches in his throat. That hazel color… the one he fell in love with, shining with curiosity and, dare he hope… affection?

He closes his eyes for a moment to rid his mind of those thoughts. He shouldn't get his hopes up… she always made it clear that the only thing she felt for him was physical attraction. He couldn't – shouldn't wish for something more.

His body keeps moving on its own, though, always longing for her. His eyelids blink back open and just as he's about to run his thumb over her swollen lower lip, Asuna steps away from him, muttering out a barely audible 'thanks' as she does so. He bites at the inside of his cheek and offers her a small nod, refusing to dwell on the thoughts for longer than necessary.

Not having her leaning against him for support allows him to move around more freely. After pulling up his boxers and buttoning up his jeans, he reaches down to throw away the empty packet he'd previously discarded to the floor, mindful enough to try and hide both it and its former contents away from the curious eye.

Asuna stands awkwardly to the side, shuffling around on her feet as he leans his ear against the stall door to make sure no one was outside so he could sneak back out. When he glances at her, she's staring back at him as if she wanted to say something.

Kazuto purses his lips, hesitating for just a second before going to her, cupping her cheek in his palm and kissing her mouth. His lips move over hers slowly and sensually this time around, but it's still enough to have her whimpering against him. When he pulls away, he leans his forehead against hers and looks her straight in the eyes, eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown.

"I'm sure this was reminder enough. Better watch that tongue of yours when you talk back to me… Asuna." he husks, brushing his lips with hers one last time before letting go of her and walking out of the bathroom.

Once he's safely outside, rid of the anger that had prompted him to go after her, he slams his fist on the wall, "Fuck…" he whispers through gritted teeth, his thoughts a fumbled mess, "What if I was too much on her…?" he wonders out loud, fearing that his impulsive desires had ruined whatever bond they'd created on their first night together.