CHAPTER 4: THE QUEEN, THE KING AND THEIR DENIAL.
"Youuuuuuu... Just how many times I have to tell you... BUTTON UP YOUR SHIRT PIG HEAD!"
"YOU ARE NO ONE TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCKING HELL TO DO!"
"NEANDERTHAL!"
"BOOK WORM!"
"BRUTE!"
"OLD HAG!"
"IM TOO YOUNG TO BE A HAG STUPID!"
Their voices were so loud the students witnessing this abnormal (but normal) quarrel (more like war) of hardcore insults and far-fetched words (that repeated over and over again) swore the windows would shatter by the intensity of the noise and high pitch of their voices.
They had been at it for almost half an hour. People couldn't understand how their throats didn't get sore in all that time. Although, their record was forty-five minutes straight. Some witnesses were waiting till one of them will break, admit their love and kiss, judging the proximity of their faces and the fire in their eyes. Others were betting who will have the last word, that was the common bet. Sometimes the winner was the wild green-eyed guy, sometimes it was the stubborn bright blue-eyed girl. But, like in every quarrel, their friends came and stopped them. The students entertained watched the exchange as some of them prepared to pay their bets.
"Come on Inosuke, let's go! We have to practice". A familiar handsome redhead guy pulled the wild teen from the arm.
"Aoi, you have duties with the tea club, remember?" A familiar beautiful long black-haired girl pulled delicately strong the hand of the frustrated teen.
Both of them exchanged apologetic looks and smiles.
"Sorry Kanao, this guy is a troublemaker!"
"HE IS A WILD AND DUMB BEAST THAT'S WHAT HE IS!"
"FUCK IT! MAYBE I'M A BEAST BUT YOU ARE A NAGGING KNOW IT ALL!"
"Don't be sorry Tanjirou! Aoi's at fault too!" Kanao smiled, her eyebrow twitching as she pointed at a struggling Aoi. The blue-haired girl was still shouting, trying to free herself from the arm circling her waist. Kanao was stopping her from launching towards the dark-haired guy.
"See you today?" Smiling and with a vein-popping on his iron forehead, Tanjirou grabbed Inosuke's arm, stopping the guy from launching towards the blue-haired girl.
"YOU ARE A DUMB HORRIBLE CAVEMAN!"
"Or course! I wouldn't miss it!"
"HAAAAAH!? I'M NOT DUMB!"
"YES, YOU ARE!"
"I'M FUCKING NOT!"
"Remember starts at six!" As if it were normal and with a speed that could pass as unhuman, Tanjirou hit his best friend in the gut. The guy had to stop shouting to breathe. At the same time, Kanao pulled her sister in a deathly grip around her neck, stopping her shouts and her source of breathing. She smiled gently at her boyfriend.
"At six!"
Both of them smiled wider and turned in opposite directions, stomping through the school corridors dragging their children.
"Parenthood is hard", thought the audience.
...
Humiliation, that was it.
She had been humiliated once again by the blue-haired beast. Insult her (she was only two years older for god sakes) in front of the meddling gossiping student body, which thought they were going to get married one day, was the worst for her. Why is he sooooooooooo infuriating!? And adding more fuel to the fire, Kanao had to shut her up with that wrestling move around her neck. "Uggggggghhh!" Aoi groaned as she kicked the air. How could she always lose her composure like that in front of that, that, that brute creature?
He's so wild.
Shut up, brain!
Kanzaki Aoi was the unapproachable feared student council president. She had a frown that led people to get away from her and treat her with respect. She had every rascal in control thanks to her uptight character and people feared her famous scolds. She ruled the school with justice and severity. She could do what she wanted as she kept her studies of medicine and cooking in secret. She was having a perfect high school life till that brute came to her school. HER SCHOOL.
She groaned, frustrated.
Of course, she knew him because he was friends with Kanao, her younger sister, since middle school. She was the sister of a popular gorgeous quiet girl, who had a more popular, kind, talkative, handsome boyfriend. She often had her house full of middle school kids playing games or just hanging out.
One of those loud kids was him, the mountain kid, Hashibira Inosuke. Yes, the boy who had the body of a personal trainer.
At his now fifteen, he had a more extraordinary killer body.
And he kept growing.
His washboard abs were incredible.
Concentrate Aoi!
She hated him. Then and now. Period.
Indomitable, unstoppable, with an impressive arrogance.
Impressive and a little attractive.
Too attractive.
Too wild.
She punched the air. He wasn't impressive, not attractive. He wasn't the cause her body felt so hot every time they crossed ways. No, he wasn't. He was a caveman.
Pausing her tantrum, she sighed. When she met the guy, he had been a defiant kid since day one. She sometimes had felt sorry for him because he had been living in a mountain uncivilized, but he always managed to make her shout at him for being an irrational kid as he proclaimed himself as the mountain king. Also, he told her she should be his slave at his twelve years old!. He always ran around her house, not caring about anyone, not even her. He only had obeyed Shinobu, her big sister, but that was because the older girl had scared him to death one day.
However, she admitted that even if they didn't get along, he always managed to make her smile when he said her snacks were delicious. He even waited quietly for her food to be ready. And, she liked how he always grinned cutely at her when she put a bandaid on a scratch or wound he had, telling him to be more careful.
But with years and the growing up thing (he was a controversial handsome high school first-year student wearing a boar mask), everything changed. His childish, naive, kind of cute little kid image shattered in pieces as he became mister popular the moment he stepped inside the high school. Plus, his delicate handsome looks and his hyperactiveness. Every day he disobeyed every rule and started some ruckus. He liked to run around the school at class hours, was loud, didn't followed instructions and broke school property once a week. His uniform always was messy as he liked to fool around with his shirt unbuttoned and expose his (muscled perfect and hard) iron chest and abs. He had a very bad temper and very little patience. He often defied people to a fight and he always took things lightly. He still called himself the mountain king and everybody else were his slaves. His childish disobedience and savageness led her to a torrent of shouts and quarrels that equaled his rebellious savage self.
Suited her secret wild rational soul, even if they were too different.
Suited it so perfectly that she always paid more attention to him than to anybody else. They took their quarrels (yell-wars to be more precise) to an everyday dance, needing only a glance exchange to start the spark, that morphed into a bomb when the argument went to a high level. They were so into each other, sarcastically of course, that he kept stealing her recently made food and he hadn't stopped going to her when he was injured. She still thought his impulsive character was the cause of his ridiculous wounds, but she was the only one he went willingly for a treatment. Even if they bickered to each other the whole time, he always returned to his home covered in band-aids or bandages, depending on how serious his wounds were, plus a thousand medical recommendations.
Aoi sighed, leaning her forehead in the wall as she closed her eyes. He still couldn't call her name right and, what annoyed her the most, was the instant popularity he gained since day one. Even third-years like herself were interested in him.
Too many people around him irritated her.
What do they see in him?
Thanks to him and their fights, she had passed from an unapproachable and feared student council president to a normal temperamental girl that wasn't that feared.
Is it the boar mask?
He was the fire that complimented her flame. Their relationship was a clash of wills and stubbornness.
And with each day that passed, their friends were getting more creative with ways to pull them apart. Like that morning, when Kanao had made a wrestling move on her. That was new. The girl wondered if Tanjioru had thaught her the move.
"Aoi?"
Aoi stopped her tantrums and turned to her beautiful sister. "I have to ask you a favor" The blue-haired girl narrowed her eyes and studied Kanao's face. The last time her younger sister asked for a favor, it was about Tanjirou, and if Tanjirou was involved, the pig head was involved. "Could you accompany me to today's battle of bands?" When Aoi started to refuse, the sweet girl smiled gently at her.
"It's the least you can do for me and my constant saves of your dignity"
Her dignity was still intact, ok, thank you. Her image and rep, shattered in billions of pieces.
Aoi looked dumbfounded at her and swore Shinobu was teaching her sister the marvels of a sweet smile and a threatening aura.
Delightful...
Kanao told her their older sister had ordered that if she wanted to go to that battle of bands, she had to go accompanied and be back at ten. No more, no less. And Kanao wanted to go (must to) because Tanjirou and the band were going to play a new song.
The blue-haired girl frowned. She never had gone to a concert before but had heard the gossips about Kamado Tanjirou's band. They had started it in their second middle school year and were still playing. Are they that good? Are they that popular? She was surprised when a little of curiosity hit her, she wondered about what instrument the green-eyed played.
She bet the drums, he had drums written all over his face.
...
"So, when are you gonna stop this shouts war?"
"YOU FUCKING HIT ME IN THE STOMACH!"
"Because you were shouting like a madman!"
"That crazy woman is at fault!"
Hashibira Inosuke scoffed as he and his best friend were walking to their band practice. He groaned, annoyed by the fact he had been hit and couldn't have fought back. Blaming the blue-haired girl for his lack of action against the hit he had received, he got angrier, feeling his hands itching to hit something or fight anyone. The History teacher Rengoku Kyojuro and the math teacher Shinazugawa Sanemi were his first brutal options. Reading his insane childish mind and deciding Inosuke was too young to die, Tanjirou promised to spar with him after the concert, till his heart content.
"After the concert, I will punch you back!" He mumbled as they walked through the school gates.
"Yeah, Yeah" Tanjirou said as he sighed. "I still think you should stop this nonsense with Aoi san!"
"Tch"
Calmer, Inosuke returned to the source of his problem, the loud woman who always wants to boss him around. Well, he still couldn't believe she wanted to challenge him. They were in that war since he, shouting pig assault, had rammed into her years ago and that, honestly, was thrilling him somehow. He always was driven to annoy her because he liked her guts to defy the mountain king. His eyes followed her every time he saw her. He knew her, knew she cooked delicious food (he gulped every plate she made), and was an excellent nurse. He also knew she wanted to be a doctor. He knew she did the laundry at her home, cooked every damn day, took care of her little sisters, and always read big books. He knew she had a bad temper and was very stubborn too.
At high school, he knew her schedule. The way she scolded everyone and bossed them around always made him smirk. She walked like she was the queen of the place, making his body halt to contemplate her moves. She frowned when she was reading. She looked so calm when she was cooking or treating his wounds. Yeah, he always told her he was fine, that he didn't need all those things she put on him or made him swallow, but he still let her bandage him and put some band-aids.
And her subtle touch always raised his need to make a ruckus.
Plus, thanks to his senses, he knew that Aoikishi was more popular than she thought. She was the center of fantasies for many boys, he could see it in their faces when she was doing her duties or was in class or simple was walking through the school, and that bothered him a lot.
Somehow the idea of her surrounded by boys made him angry.
Why? He had no clue. When their eyes met, the situation always morphed in a war that fueled his need for action and adrenaline, calming that annoying feeling. There was no denial that he paid too much attention to her, and he did it unconsciously. They had known each other for a long time, he already understood everything concerning the girl, even her stubborn and explosive character.
But he was too headstrong to pass his thoughts from irritation and annoyance to another more dear thing.
He was sure he hated her.
"You'll end up with heeeeeeeeer"
Agatsuma Zenitsu made his appearance, laughing and patting hard the blue-haired guy on the back. He sang playfully the just said phrase, adding that he had bet with Uzui sensei against him and because Aoi was the last one able to talk Zenitsu had won the bet.
"She is not my type."
The auto proclaimed mountain king murmured pouting while Tanjirou snickered and rolled his eyes at the evident truth, telling the blonde to buy them snacks with his new dirty money.
"Oooooh really? So you have a type?" Zenitsu mocked before asking the red-eyed if onigiri was good for an afternoon snack.
"Strong and ambitious and a fighter!"
"Are you really sure she is not your type?" A smirk came across the face of his both best friends and Inosuke felt the urge to punch them hard.
"YES! SHE IS SO ANNOYING!"
"Whatever Inosuke" Still, with a mocking smirk on his face Zenitsu said "By the way, I have a message from Uzui sensei...older girls are better"
"FUCK OFF!"
...
The place was full of people. Aoi frowned at the ones pushing her to get to the front row. Kanao, as Tanjirou's girlfriend, had a reserved spot near the band and some people wanted that valued place. Aoi rolled her eyes, it was a fifteen years old high school boys band, she couldn't understand why the ruckus.
Soon came the turn of the boys and the crowd got wilder as they saw them entering the stage. Kanao waved at Tanjirou as he set his bass ready and he smiled warmly at her. Then, his eyes immediately widened a little surprised at the blue-haired girl who was beside his girlfriend.
Aoi could swear she saw the kind and selfless redhead smirk at her, but she dismissed it.
Anyways, turning to the drums, she didn't see the guy she thought was the drummer as Shinazugawa Genya was swinging the drumsticks in his fingers. What? She turned to the guitar and saw Agatsuma Zenitsu adjusting it. God, where is he?
Soon her eyes fell on the microphone stand, and she saw him. Wearing ripped blue jeans and an open black shirt, he was looking at some blank space in the crowd and tying his hair in a short ponytail. She gulped. He wasn't the drummer, not the guitarist, he was the singer, the lead singer. He exhaled a breath, ready to start and looked around, spotting Kanao and then her. The smug smirk he sent in her direction made the pigtailed girl blush and pout at the same time as she wanted to throw a rock at him.
"ARE YOU FUCKING READY!?"
The crowd exploded as he jumped over the stage, his usual menacing and aggressive aura was complimenting the place as he leaned over the people and shouted smirking.
She flinched.
"WE THE KAMABOKO BAND ARE GLAD TO TEAR YOUR FUCKING EARDRUMS TODAY!"
Genya started, followed by the lead guitar. The light focused on them as the people jumped. Inosuke's starting shout reverberated the place and made her whole body jump, rumble and tremble.
She bit her bottom lip.
His voice, his raspy, loud, husky and manly voice was perfect. The melody, the tones were perfect, the changes of pace were exact, even the high shouts were incredible. His hyperactive self was giving the audience a great show. He was jumping, shinning, beaming, and grinning with the music. He looked happy, like he belonged there in that stage, with all that lights, with all that people cheering madly at him, shouting at his amazingness and perfection.
He was like a king and his underlings.
She blinked a few times, focusing on him. On his grinning sweating happy face, on his bright green fiery eyes, on his movements. She listened to the voice that always shouted or irritated her, singing amazing music she had never heard before. And she liked it a lot. She clenched her legs together and hugged herself as he turned to cheer with the people when the guitar solo came, and Zenitsu showed off his incredible skill.
But she couldn't care about Zenitsu superhuman speed with the guitar, Tanjirou holy ability with the bass and Genya incredible drum skills. She focused on Inosuke wildness, on his expressions, on his brightness, on the new kind of fire he had lit up in her. Her blue eyes shined. Her skin got goosebumps, her back arched thanks to a jolt she felt from that part between her legs that she was sure needed attention, and her seriousness threatened to break as he again, with his deep voice, sang the chorus.
She felt an urge to shout, to be part of his world and his slaves.
She felt a need for his eyes to focus only on her.
She felt a need for him to hold only her.
I have to get out of here.
Aoi started to walk backward but was stopped by people jumping.
She was afraid of it, of the reaction of her body, of the change of heart she was having. Her eyes were glued to his form, leaning with the mike stand against the crowd, shouting the chorus again. She gulped as she noted (for the hundredth time) his sweaty face and built body and gasped quietly when the song finished. He pulled his fist in the air while the crowd, once again, exploded with cheers.
She was panting hard, blushing, sweating cold, needing to breathe. She definitely, was excited.
Sexually.
Horny, needy, desperate.
She clenched her legs again and closed her eyes as she tried to calm down the twitch between her thighs.
Oh my god.
...
"Tanjirou!" Kanao ran towards her skillful boyfriend and threw her arms around him. "You were incredible! Congrats for winning!" She beamed and Tanjirou chuckled, stealing a peck on her lips. Blushing, she leaned to kiss him when the redhead's shoulder was bumped by Zenitsu's shoulder.
"Oh no! Want to make out? Not in my face!" said the blonde, clearly irritated. "Go get a room or something!"
Inosuke scoffed, "you are only irritated because Nemukoko couldn't come" Zenitsu glared at him and rolled his eyes.
"Shut up! My head hurts!"
"It's always like this after every concert". Genya said, coming behind Inosuke.
"IT'S TOO LOUD!"
"You suck as a rock star blondie" Genya smirked cooly at Zenitsu frustration.
"Shut up! Not even my earplugs helped me today, thanks to your eagerness Inosuke, what got you so excited?"
"Win" Inosuke shrugged. "Oi Kanako, where is your "lovely" companion?"
Kanao, surprised, blinked at Inosuke and then turned to her side to find it empty.
"She was there a minute ago"
...
She had to run away. Kanao came angry at her afterward (Aoi had sent her a message and was waiting for her at the coffee shop near their house), she had to run. She wasn't going to stand in front of him, all flushed and horny. He was going to note it, she knew, he always noted things normal people didn't. He called it senses, she called it luck and guessing, but whatever it was, better prevent it. Besides, she was in a big predicament.
She couldn't lie to herself anymore, not after that display of sensual wildness and magnificence. She was having a change of heart or more like it, a wake-up call.
She always had liked him, his savageness, his refusal to be tamed and his childish cute part. And she didn't care he was two years younger.
So, she was avoiding him.
It had been a week already, she couldn't take him out of her mind, neither her eyes of him. For some reason (you are not stalking him Aoi! In your defense, you had been doing this since day one...) every time she saw him from afar, she focused on him. She focused on those things she knew of him from a long time ago but decided to ignore it. He had a childish grin, a cute smile when things went his way, had a big heart (that was something she had never denied), had incredible reflexes (he was the trump card of every sports team) and he was always optimistic and positive about everything.
She had even seen girls approach him and had got scared at the satisfying feeling that had filled her heart when he didn't let them touch him. He had let her touch him, though. Innocent, but touch is a touch. Now, she understood those annoyed feelings from all that time before were jealousy attacks.
Because she focused on avoiding him all week, the entire school was relaxed and calm. There were no fights, no insults, no yelling. It was like the calm before the storm, people were starting to think the end of the world was near. But Inosuke, who was used to their constant fights, looked bored. He was not in his hyperactive self (You are NOT stalking him Aoi!), and she wondered if she meant something to him aside from being a loud bookworm or an annoying know-it-all.
She shook her head.
. .
Repeat it till you believe it, Aoi.
Her stupid brain was putting horrible thoughts in her head like him singing in her ear, for example. She flinched at the though and the frustration took over her body.
Stupid beast with a hoarse manly deep sexy voice.
Stupid handsome guy with a cute shining grin.
Worst was, she was sure he wasn't that sexual driven as he had never expressed his interest in the matter. Not that she had heard him talk about it. Great Aoi! You are yearning for a five years old toddler.
Why I'm thinking about sex with him!
She looked at the clock, it was time for her to check some after class clubs. She started her duties with a groan. If only thinking about him put her in that state, how her body will react if she sees him? It was stupid, everything was stupid, he was stupid, she was stupid.
Rat-a-tat- boom...
She flinched at the sound that echoed in the corridor. It was a drum, she was sure. She frowned. The music club was meant to be used by the chorus club that day. Thinking it was maybe some of the chorus club members, she continued her strolling when the melody the drum played made her halt. She panicked, breathing hard.
He couldn't be there. Of course not.
A familiar voice made her tremble and gulp
Calm down Aoi, remember this is stupid.
Even if she had decided to ignore it, her feet betrayed her when she found herself in front of the music room door. Slowly and feeling her heartbeats in her ears, she opened the door and saw the center of her fantasies, singing while playing the drums. He was grinning, his eyes shining again, beaming at the instrument as his strong arms hit the drum and music echoed in the room. The jolt she felt made her want to moan hard but she bit her lip to prevent it and frowned.
She focused on his face as she blushed. His delicate handsomeness always making her stare at him.
"You know, you shouldn't be here, right?" She successfully managed to talk even if it was like a whisper.
Inosuke stopped his song, playfully rolling his eyes at her, his heart starting to beat wildly. "I didn't know you own the place".
Sighing, she walked to him, her legs trembling but she ignored them.
"I thought you only sang," she said and Inosuke smirked smugly eager to fight with the loud girl, eager to have her attention. The week without their constant yell wars had been boring he couldn't help feel the excitement when he heard her voice.
He was kind of happy...but because his boringness had come to an end.
Yes, only because of that.
"There are a lot of things about me you don't know" he said carelessly. "You didn't know I sang in a rock band" he shrugged and she gulped, fearing her body wasn't responding as she wanted.
"G - Go home, there will be a class soon here!" He noticed she was not shouting, was not insulting him, a change for their constant dances. "Chorus is coming at any moment, the school has only one music room so you can't be here"
"For the fucking hundredth time, don' .me around woman!" He won't shout either but it doesn't mean he won't fight.
Fighting was part of his life.
And fighting her always thrilled him but this time he noticed something was different. Curiosity hit him and he sensed a tension that somehow was exciting him in more than one way.
Maybe it was the way she was looking at him.
"I order you when I want to, what I want to and anyway I want to". She said as she pointed her finger to his face, "You should for once listen to me".
"Haahh?"
Inosuke angry vein popped on his forehead. He stood up from the drum glaring at her. How does she dare to say that? He wasn't her slave, he was the king, he owned every damn fucking place he walked into and the school wasn't an exception. She needed to understand that. His intensity as he silently cornered her made her shiver and walk backwards until her back hit the wall. His hands came in contact with the wall cornering her between his arms.
The closeness made her nervous...she wondered if he wasn't aware of the meaning of personal space.
And he wondered why he still sensed something was different.
Their eyes locked in a fight of wills
"I don't give a damn about it woman" he snarled and she frowned, she felt her body heating up, "Unless you're challenging me".
Aoi trembled. He was near her, too near. She could feel his breath over her face, his chest skimming hers. She gulped fearing her emotions and her heart which, by the way, were betraying her. The blue-haired girl grabbed his arms trying to push him off her but his iron grip was not giving. And the contact was a bad idea when she felt his muscled arm with her fingertips. She frowned, groaning frustrated. Due he never took his eyes from her, Inosuke surprised saw (and sensed) the slight change in her body as she blushed, clenched her legs and licked her bottom lip with a panicked expression.
And it clicked to him.
Surprisingly and miraculously it clicked to him.
"You want me to kiss you?" Inosuke stranged expression adorned his beautiful delicate face.
And his heart started to beat harder than before.
"Wha- What? No! Wait, do you know what a kiss is?"
"I'm not dumb, woman!" Inosuke, feeling insulted, got angrier. "Try to endure a fucking talk about kissing and all dumb shit with that flamboyant god/sensei!"
But Aoi couldn't hear anything, she just looked at his mouth moving and her bewildered eyes focused on his frame as "kiss" was the only thing in her brain. He could see the sparkle in her eyes and, unconsciously, he felt a thrill he couldn't explain. Ignoring the new feeling, he continued with his monologue about the damn pervy sensei and his fucking "sex ed" class. That he wasn't dumb nor ignorant and that she was stupid to believe that. The fire burning in his stomach was getting to him, but he decided to blame his hunger.
Why was he looking at her differently? She was only Aoku, the girl who had been an annoyance since they had met. She was only the know-it-all Aoku. But he was getting conscious of the closeness of their bodies as he felt her chest touching his.
She gulped again. He was talking, what was he saying?
Ahhh to hell with it.
"And for your information, you are not even my typ - hmmmf
Aoi grabbed him from his open shirt and pulled him to her as she crashed her lips over his. His mind got blank, he couldn't process any though aside from her lips. It took him five seconds, five fucking long seconds to respond, but he did, and the intensity of the kiss rose as the sparks of their explosive feelings could almost be seen as a firework. Her hands (thanks unbuttoned shirt habit!) passed from his iron washboard abs to his bare muscled chest to his tick neck and he flinched at the softness of her touch directly on his skin. She tangled her fingers in his black-bluish soft hair.
When he groaned at her nails scratching his scalp, she took the opportunity to put her tongue inside his mouth, hungrily tasting him. And everything got loose. Inosuke reacted. He crushed his body over hers, against the wall, pushing his leg between her thighs. She moaned in his mouth at the delicious pressure on her core. His hands came to life as he grabbed her face to deepen the kiss, his tongue battling with hers and winning.
It was like a door had been open, and both of them felt they were like magnets, the curiosity and the lust were dominating them completely. She moaned when he moved his leg as he was practically lifting her with his knee and making an utter mess in her panties. Hugging him from the neck, she moved her hips over his knee harder so she could rub herself more intensely while he bit her bottom lip and pulled her closer to him, hugging her by her waist. His hands quickly pulled her shirt out from her skirt just to touch the hot skin of her back. The sensations were on a whole new level, and he wondered how she tasted, overwhelmed by a desire to mark her. He groaned when her trembling hand came in contact with his hard crotch over his uniform pants, slowly dragging her hand up the length.
He growled grazing her mouth, and she moaned, whispering his name in his ear in a tone that made him crazy. Not caring they were making out on school grounds, he was ready to throw everything to hell and have the girl right there in that right moment. His hands came in contact with her thighs when the bell rang. They came to earth, breaking their heated trance. Both of them separated so quickly, so panicked and shocked, panting hard, looking at each other expressions.
Aoi wide eyes, crimson face, swollen lips and tousled uniform made Inosuke heart skip a beat. Not that his heart was threatening to rip his ribcage, but, well, the bastard still skipped a fucking beat, and he gulped a gasp. Inosuke-sama doesn't gasp. Slowly, he walked away from her still in shock, searching for answers in her eyes.
Aoi blurry sight focused on his disheveled hair, widened eyes (that weren't shining like always due to the lust), and raising and falling chest. Gasping, she noted his hard erection and couldn't help but to stare at him for few seconds before seeing that wet spot on his pants over his knee. She blushed madly, knowing what it was. What did I do?
Run Aoi, get out of here!
"Mmm I - I had ah I'm so - sorry I - Chorus- yeah chorus is coming don't stay here - well - bye!"
She dashed to the door after she launched a last look to the confused boy looking at the floor in the music room with wide eyes. She gulped and ran away.
"What the fuck had happened?" he muttered as his hand came over his heart.
"Calm down fucker".
...
I have raped him or worst, I could have raped him!
The blue-eyed girl panicked for the thousandth time in the week. She had been avoiding him for another week, of course. Not that she was an experienced girl, but she had started the indecent act because she couldn't control herself! That never happens, she is always in control! Plus, she had masturbated herself with his knee! And worst, she had even touched him...there.
She had taken advantage of a fifteen-year-old kid!
Well, in her defense, he was ready to tear her clothes off.
Aoi line of thoughts was interrupted by the familiar shout and the click-click of drumsticks hitting each other, marking a tempo. The energy of their performance made her whole body rumble once again. Kanao had dragged her to another concert of the "Kamaboko boys", and she had been restless. She gulped, seeing him on the stage. He looked especially handsome with his ripped black jeans, his combat boots and a black t-shirt with a demon-boar drawing printed in it. She was used to his usual exposed body, but she gulped at his covered image.
He looked good too, she liked his t-shirt.
Then, a rush of heat overpowered her as she focused on the guy who was beaming at the stage.
His raspy voice got printed in her mind, his rough hands stuck in her skin. She focused on him, on his closed eyes as he sang, on his strong expressions as he hit the note he wanted and his body leaning with the mike stand. She was taken aback by the way he looked when he was up there, his happiness contagious as she for few seconds smiled sweetly and her eyes warming at him. She then sighed defeated, never in her life, she thought something like a rock concert would turn her on...
...Or wake her up and make her admit she has long liked Hashibira Inosuke.
She was in a big problem. Before (and because she was in denial), she only saw an annoying loud kid. Now, she wanted his attention, his heart and his body. She was thinking about him sexually and was at her limit. She hadn't able to ignore or forget the passionate make-out session that almost turned in sex. That had scared her.
She looked up again, gasping when she saw his darkening green eyes over her. His husky voice continued the song as he focused on her for some time before continuing his energetic performance.
Aoi this time moaned lightly, feeling the rush and the electricity in her body, her heart printing his lustful eyes in her brain.
Damn.
...
"You guys are incredible!" Kanao once again happily ran towards the boys. This time she knew Aoi was heading home. She smiled as Tanjirou received her hug and then passed his arm over her shoulders, turning at his friends.
"How about we go eat something?"
"Let's go! I'm starving" Genya said as Zenitsu took off his cellphone.
"Let me tell Nezuko chan! She was upset her part-time job didn't let her come"
"Well, she told me she was working to get you a present" Tanjirou demon eyes appeared.
"Don't be a jealous man, Tanjirouuuuu" Zenitsu grinned, feeling guilty but too happy his cute girlfriend wanted to give him something special. "She only wants to give me a birthday present"
"She is my sister!"
Kanao giggled and decided to change the topic. "Eh? Tanjirou, where is Inosuke san?"
"Huh? He was here a minute ago"
...
"Are you fucking deaf? She doesn't want anything from you!"
Great, so great Aoi.
The blue-haired girl sighed at the guy she liked (she was already in good terms with her "new revelation"). He was in front of her as a shield, his broad back and strong body were hiding her. A drunk guy had decided to take advantage of her. Before Inosuke arrived, she had "politely declined" the disgusting man, but when the guy grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, Aoi kneed him in the gut shouting a "don't touch me with your filthy hands stupid!" And just when the guy incorporated to attack her, Inosuke appeared.
Like a hero, and that didn't help her beating heart and her recently discovered feelings.
"Ha- Hashibiraaaaa! I shidn't knowsh she wash your womansh!".
"SCRAM ASSHOLE!"
The guy run and Aoi blushed and muttered. "I'm not his woman"
"You better believe it yourself because you really are not my type"
Aoi eyebrow twitched, annoyed at his words and looked up at him, he was frowning at her. Great, he was angry. She knew why though, she had been avoiding him, he hated when people ignored him.
She sighed and started walking, he followed her.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going home"
Silence, they walked down a deserted street.
"Why did you k-" Inosuke started but was cut by her sudden admitted truth.
"You were amazing today, by the way"
After a silence, Inosuke continued. "I'm amazing at everything I do woman. E-ve-ry-thing"
"Yeah, yeah you are"
A second after, she got the double meaning in that. Stopping her feet, she turned to him, blushing, and he was smirking at her.
Sexily, playfully and arrogantly.
Stupid handsome hot pig.
She blushed more.
"I - I better go home" she stuttered.
"Yeah"
"I - I had to be at home at 10! I can't be late!"
"Of course"
"Er...then..well...se-see you at school Inosuke"
"Bye Aoi"
She widened her eyes when she heard her correct name. His eyes were sparkling, but he didn't move. It was like he was waiting for her to decide. Or to go to her home or to go with him. For a moment, Aoi though she was being seduced by a demon-boar, the darkness of the place made his eyes shine vividly. She felt he was calling her or daring her to move. She could swear he could hear her heartbeats trying to rip open her chest. Gulping and holding his eyes, she trotted to him, got on her toes and pecked him in the cheek, her hand on his hard iron chest for support.
His hand grabbed hers, and before she could process what was happening, she was pushed against a wall, his hands lifted her by the back of her thighs as her legs surrounded his waist and he leaned over her lips and kissed her. She grunted as she felt his tongue sliding inside her mouth, rolling around hers and she moaned, fisting his hair. He ground his hips against hers and they both gasped at their joined hips, keeping their make-out session. Her hands wandered over his body. His hands got inside her t-shirt and squeezed her breast over her bra. As they broke the kiss for air, he licked her lips while she looked at him.
"I - I have to go " She muttered, her hand caressing his face looking for something that will tell her if Inosuke liked her.
"Yeah, of course" Once again, he kissed her, making her forgot her task.
"I have to re- return at ten" She felt him kiss her neck and nip her skin, his hand still inside her t-shirt. She moaned quietly, moving one of her hands to his nape and the other got to his back, inside his t-shirt too.
"Uh-huh" he licked and bit her earlobe, making her arch her back against him and he swore in her neck, grinding his hips over hers again.
"I-" She needed him inside her quickly because she was throbbing. She was regretting her decision to wear leggings.
But once again, they were interrupted, this time by Inosuke cellphone ringtone. They returned to earth. Trembling, she got on her feet. She looked at him as he, confused by the emotions and feelings that were suddenly overwhelming him, only told her to go home and to be careful.
I'm so stupid...
Both of them couldn't help but think.
...
"If you don't spar with me, heads will roll Gompachiro and I MEAN IT!" Inosuke, with eyes that sparkled with hellfire, and a deep frown that indicated he was beyond angry, was convincing Tanjirou to spar with him.
"Why are you so angry!?" Tanjirou sighed as he stood up, taking his fighting pose and frowning.
Zenitsu was about to leave when Inosuke shouted.
"DON'T GO MONITSU BECAUSE YOU ARE NEXT!" Then he dashed towards Tanjirou to start their match. "I'M NOT FUCKING ANGRY!" Tanjirou grabbed his arm and pulled him to throw him to the floor, but Inosuke got free and kicked him, the redhead avoided it barely.
"YES, YOU ARE!"
Inosuke jumped again and charged forward.
"PIG ASSAULT!"
"What's happening?" Nezuko arrived and hugged her boyfriend from the back, she had come to the Kamado dojo to watch them practice. She saw entertained how her brother and her bosh were fighting like pros.
"Inosuke is bitching about something we don't know" Zenitsu kissed her on the cheek.
"Awww, my brother is so good to his friends!" She whispered against his lips.
"YOU ARE NOT EVEN FOCUSING!"
They were interrupted by a throw Tanjirou had made on Inosuke as he landed on the floor hard. It had been too easy for Tanjioru to do it that even Zenitsu frowned this time. Inosuke panted, clenching shut his eyes. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck it is her fucking fault!. She wasn't even his type, he hated her, she she she...kissed incredible well, she was soft and fuck, he had noticed he had never hated her in first place!. He had been focusing on her since forever shit! He was more surprised when he noticed he had been feeling down when she avoided him and had panicked when he thought she won't speak to him again. And the cherry, she had been so hot when she had kneed the guy the other day.
She maddened him when she touched him or when she moaned lost in the pleasure he infringed on her.
His fucking hypersensitive body remembered everything to well.
Shit shit shit shit.
This time the one doing the avoiding was him. (Yes, another week). Of course, he would avoid her. They had made out two times, and the intensity of it scared him. But hell, he was so frustrated at the moment. He couldn't understand why, although.
Well, it was more like he knew why, but was having a hard time accepting it, unaware the blue-haired girl had been going through the same thing...
...Denial...
He opened his eyes and widened his eyes at both pairs of red-eyes and caramel-eyes looking down at him, worried. He groaned and sat. "Shit, just I don't know, I just - I don't understand!" His pained expression taking them both for a surprise.
"She is not even my type" he murmured.
Both the redhead and the blonde looked at each other. Immediately, they knew who was the person the green-eyed was talking about and that it was kind of serious, he finally had noticed what was obvious for them. The blonde sighed and walked to Nezuko, who blushed when her boyfriend took off his sweater, revealing his toned chest with a black t-shirt and smiled, handing it to her. She hugged the piece of cloth as he turned to Inosuke.
"Well, first you need to calm down" Said the blonde returning to the center of the dojo.
Tanjiro stance changed again. "How about a two versus one, Inosuke?"
Inouske panicked face changed in a menacing one as he smirked.
"Come, minions!"
Rolling their eyes, they charged to the mountain king, starting an amazing spar Nezuko had to record on her cellphone.
Tiring him out first was the most effective way to make Inosuke think.
...
This has to be a fucking joke.
He just wanted a morning coffee, only a morning coffee, not a fiasco called romcom.
It's too early for this shit, really.
Inosuke stood, on a damn Saturday morning, inside a coffee shop. He was looking at an eager Aoi Kanzaki talking with the Murata college guy, who Kanao had identified some time ago as her ex-boyfriend. If he remembered correctly, they had broken up two months after he had arrived in the city years ago. How he retained the name of the guy and the circumstances was beyond him.
I only needed a coffee, shit. A coffee, to calm his brain (he never puts it on work but lately it had been working without stop) because it was making him think about a certain blue-haired girl too much.
After their spar, the Kamaboko boys talked. Inosuke told them what had happened, without going into details, of course. After Zenitsu victory shout and Tanjioru proud smile, they told him it was clear he liked the older girl. Bullshit! Clear to them, not to him. Who likes a girl who always shouts at you for everything? A girl who has bright blue eyes like the sky and soft hands? A girl who knows how to cook a delicious fried shrimp and treats your irrational wounds? Who likes a girl who has the guts to challenge the mountain king? Who likes a girl who hit a man twice her size in defense?
Ok...
Apparently (more like definitely) him.
After a big talk, he had understood it and after some days thinking about it, he had accepted it. He liked Aoi a lot. That was why it had felt so right when she kissed him in the music room, and he had wanted it and searched for it again after the concert.
And now he was sure she liked him too.
He frowned again at her light laugh as the Murata (boring plain guy) flicked her forehead playfully. He-flicked-her-forehead. This guy was so incredibly ridiculous. Inosuke rolled his eyes, sure he will see his own brain at any moment. For the hundredth time, he whined in his head. He had just wanted a coffee. That holy liquid to which he had been growing fond of, will help him to calm himself down and calm the urge he had to run a marathon. Or worst, to ravage the girl wildly.
After the concert, he had been so horny, but not understanding his feelings made him avoid her. The spar helped him to calm down and think straight.
He grunted bored by the behavior of the Murata guy, although what he really wanted to do was kick him out of the cafe. He focused on Aoi. She looked beautiful that morning (he swore he could see butterflies and some kind of light around her and hit his face hard). Her knee-long sky blue skirt and a dark purple halter top were giving her a mature vibe and made him have a horrible pressure in his stomach. He knew Aoi thought she wasn't pretty, but it was kind of obvious she didn't have to make an effort to stand out. People were always looking at her, even if she was in a high school uniform. That had always irritated him somehow. He always wanted to rip the eyes out of every male that had turned to ogle her.
Jealousy...shit.
Now I know why it was so clear to them.
"Oh Murata san, hahaha"
Shitty nerd.
Inosuke felt his ire rise. Since he entered high school, she had never smiled like that to him. Well, he had been an asshole with her, but she had also been one. Besides, she had stuck her tongue on his throat! At least, she should smile, right!? He deserved it! She was prettier when she was not frowning and smiling like that. Also, the guy was a weakling, Inosuke could hit him anytime he wanted to.
He stood there looking menacingly at them. She smiled (again), and he handed a folder to Aoi. After a few minutes (five, according to Inosuke phone), he stood from the table and she waved at him, muttering a thank you while the boy grinned at her and left the place. The blue-haired guy followed the black-haired with his eyes and then turned to Aoi, who was reading the papers the folder contained. Deciding it was too much drama for him, he turned to the door of the coffee shop. He was going to leave (forget coffee and breakfast, he needed to hit something) when the cashier voice shouted.
"AN AMERICANO TO INOSUKE!"
Both of them flinched, and he cursed the shitty system of shouting your name while he approached to receive his order. Did I hear right? Turning slowly, she found him on the counter, glaring deathly at the cashier as the guy smiled at the wild boy with fear and handed him his coffee trembling. He groaned, annoyed he had been caught by her, immediately locking eyes with hers. She felt goosebumps due to his intensity, her heart jumped.
"You like weaklings, huh?" Without waiting to be invited or called, Inosuke approached her and sat where the Murata guy had been sitting.
Aoi frowned. "He is not a weakling" she said. Inosuke scoffed annoyed, before drinking his coffee. "He was just giving me some college exams"
"College exams?"
"I want to be a doctor, remember? I'm a third-year, he is a medical student, so I asked him to give me something to study" Aoi said while she talked with him with a naturally they both seemed comfortable with.
Inosuke nodded quietly while she continued talking. After some time she asked for a cake and two forks. After that, he asked for another one. They talked about her college plans and his plans with the band. He told her he had declined some modeling agencies too. She asked for tea, he for another coffee. She joked about him being a model, and he snickered saying even he had thought about it as a joke, and what he wanted to do was to be a sportsman.
"Oh! Sports huh? What kind of..." She stopped and arched an eyebrow "Did you ask for another cake?"
"More is better" Inosuke said shrugging and eating the recently arrived one. "I'm very hungry, Aoikishi".
Silence.
"You called me Aoi the last time we met"
Surprised, Aoi saw how Inouske changed colors as a wild blush crept on his face.
"I-I, wha- you know..."
"You hungry, huh".
"Yea - Yeah".
"How about I invite you to lunch so we can talk more"
Dumbfounded, Inosuke looked at her. "You sure we are going to talk?" He couldn't help but smirk playfully, but even if Aoi blushed wildly too, she nodded. He sighed.
"Are you going to cook?"
Aoi this time smiled at him and he felt a warmth in his heart that took him unprepared.
"If you want" She then winked at him. "How about we go to your house? In my house, with Kanae and Shinobu, we won't be able to talk much"
Mesmerized by her smiling at him, he nodded, thanking her decision to go to his house. He could handle Shinobu alone but not the oldest meddling sister Kanae. Besides, in more than one way those two terrified him. He stood and beamed at her, his eyes shining, "OK!" he then took out his wallet, "let me pay the check first"
...
And now he was panicking.
Aside from his jealousy attack of that morning, he was having a good day. They had talked without yelling or insults, though he couldn't help been sarcastic sometimes, and they had eaten a very sweet breakfast (at the end he had paid for five cakes, two coffees and one tea). They had gone to the supermarket together. They had quarreled about what to eat for lunch ("get the shrimp in your basket Aoi! Forget that kale!"), and had come to his house, still discussing about he should eat more vegetables. He had placed their shopping in the kitchen and had asked if she wanted something to drink. She had told him to sat at the dining table and had started to cook while he watched her every move, like when they were kids. When she asked if his mother and grandma will join them for lunch he had widened his eyes, remembering they were gone. He had forgotten there won't be anybody in his home till the next day because her mother had gone with her grandma to check their mountain house.
They were alone. So alone.
His desire arose, his eyes darkened, noticing there won't be any interruption, nobody to stop them.
Aoi asked if he had heard her, ignoring his little dilemma.
I'm not a fucking chicken!
Inosuke was getting irritated. Why was he scared? He was a fucking king shit! He was a healthy fifteen years old boy on a rampage of hormones and with an imperative need for that girl to roll her hips over him again. That feeling, that new feeling, had rocked his nerves and was printed in his senses, he was desperate to touch her again.
He wasn't a fucking coward.
If he wanted, he took it.
Right?
Right!
"My mom and my grandma are at our house at the mountains," he said slowly and watching her carefully. "They won't be here till tomorrow".
He saw her stop for a moment, knowing she was starting to get conscious of their alone time. She gulped, indicating him she had heard him. He told her he hadn't remembered till that moment, but his eyes were digging in her back and she felt it.
Unconsciously (in reality, she couldn't help it due to the jolt of anticipation she felt), she moaned when she tasted her cooking. Inosuke growl was very clearly.
Suddenly, Aoi felt him behind her. His hands ran to her waist, and she squeaked when he suddenly pulled her from the kitchen, lifted her from her waist like she was a light feather, and sat her at the table. Blushing madly but not wavering, she frowned at him.
"Wha-What are you doing idiot?"
Inosuke, mirroring her frown, locked her between his arms as he leaned to her face and captured her lips in a sweet kiss that made her lower her guard and caress his face and neck. She unconsciously opened her legs so he could get between them to get closer to her. Hugging her from her waist, he kissed her neck while she closed her eyes, indulging in the feeling his lips gave her and indulging in what her heart was shouting at her for more than half a month already. Her hands caressed his back.
"Am I your type now?" She whispered with a playfully sarcastic tone kissing his temple.
He stopped his lips and looked at her in her eyes.
"You have always been" he said sheepishly. "Well, it looks like I'm the only one who had not noticed it" He admitted, not hiding his frustration that the great Inosuke sama had failed in something. She giggled and grabbed his face with both hands.
"Well, if it's of any use to you" she grinned and pecked his lips, "I was in denial too, apparently I have been feeling the same"
"I know you love me" he grinned childishly cute.
Blushing, she put a strand of his bluish hair behind his ear, "and I know you love me too"
"Is this talk enough for you?"
"For the time being".
"Great!"
This time Inosuke turned on his wild switch. He pushed her over the table while he kissed her wildly, his tongue entering her mouth while he accommodated himself between her legs and grind his hips against her. She pulled his hair and moaned when he bit her pulse and sucked her neck. Desperate to feel more from him, she got her hands inside his shirt and scratched his well-muscled back with her nails.
His hands slowly caressed her creamy soft thighs while he lifted the skirt. His fingers playing with the hem of her underwear while she nibbled his ear.
"Want me to rip it off?"
"Don't you dare"
Bitting her collarbone, he slowly began to take off her underwear. Sliding it off her legs, his knuckles caressed her smooth skin, giving her goosebumps. When the sacred piece of cloth fell to the ground, Aoi knew there was no turn back. She got on her elbows and saw how he grabbed her leg and pulled it on his shoulder, kissing the back of her knee. He then sucked her inner thigh. She moaned, blushing madly, when he bit her soft flesh leaving marks.
"Wha-What are you doing?"
Inosuke bit her once again and she felt a jolt on her body, she bit her bottom lip. He bit her higher, each bite and suck getting closer to that place she knew was throbbing for attention, but she was too embarrassed for him to see. The blue-haired guy didn't stop his way but when she felt his tongue near her core, she couldn't help but push his face from her.
But the guy only grabbed her wrists.
"What me to continue?"
"I - I - I, this is my first-time Inosuke!"
"Its mine too!"
"You are not acting like this is your first time!"
"You neither!" He then kissed her palm, "I won't do anything you don't want Aoi"
Flushed and with a heart that was ready to explode, Aoi looked at the serious and sensual guy who was looking at her with eyes she never in her life had seen in him. It was like the predator was looking at his prey and it was kind of a turn-on for her. She liked his savageness and she was sure if she let him continue, he will make her see stars and everything else she had imagined with him as her partner. Besides, she knew he will be careful with her. Not for nothing he was prepared to stop.
Nodding slowly to him, he let go of her wrists while she lay on the table once again and closed her eyes, gasping when she felt his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her thighs. Suddenly, she felt a delicious wet hot sensation against her core. Throwing her head back and arching her back, she moaned loudly when he finally came to taste that spot that had been making her crazy. She grabbed his hair and rolled her hips while he sucked and played with his tongue. She chanted his name like a mantra.
"Ino-Inosuke!"
On the other hand, the blue-haired guy was already losing control. He had been restraining himself for her sake, but it was a very hard task if she kept moaning and rolling her hips like that. His tongue pushed her clitoris while his fingers entered her without delicacy. Shit, she was so wet and hot and delicious that he couldn't take it anymore. Giving her a break to breathe, Inosuke let her go. Straightening, he took off his shirt and threw it to the floor. Smirking at her panting form, he noticed her darkened eyes staring at him and his perfectly built body. He pulled her to him and kissed her once again, searching with his hand the zipper of her skirt. When he didn't find it, he bit her shoulder, and with the grace and elegance of an authentic mountain king, he ripped off her clothes, leaving her in nothing more than a lacy turquoise bra.
"You are going to pay for that"
She whispered and bit his neck, making him hiss, although she wasn't angry.
"I will buy you every fucking dress you want" he bit her nipple over her bra and she shouted in pleasure. Rolling her hot wet sex over his clothed crotch, she desperately tugged the hem of his jeans while he fumbled with the zipper and freed his erection.
While he pulled down her bra and played with her nipples, he guided the tip of his erection to her entrance, looking at her once again to ask if she was ready, however he wasn't sure if he could stop if she said she wasn't. Fortunately, she kissed his arm and hand and told him to continue. Nodding, he pushed slowly.
It was overwhelming for them both.
It was like they were pouring into their passion every feeling they had felt, including the irrational anger.
Plus the pleasure, that multiplied when the word "mine" came to his brain.
He growled possessively, clenching his eyes while she arched her back hissing in pain. Inosuke inhaled air, trying not to cum. She was sucking him, was squeezing him and binding him and he loved every second of it. She fitted him like a glove.
"Inosuke"
He opened his eyes and saw her smiling.
"Please move"
He didn't need more than that and he rammed into her. In and out, slowly the first two times, then speeding it up considerably. She shouted his name, her nails digging into his back and scratching him, making him hiss. He kissed her deeply, not caring in the slightest they were having sex in the table of his house. Aoi bit his shoulder, trying to control her voice but was in vain as it seemed he had set making-her-shout as a life goal.
"Oh my god! Inosuke!"
"Damnit! Thi-this feels so god"
His thrusts got harder and deeper. The lust blurred his sight and he blinked focusing on her. Her creamy hot naked sweaty body beneath him was beautiful. Her bouncing breasts were beautiful and were grazing his hard chest, her erect nipples tickling his skin.
She was his.
She was his since the day they had met, since the very first shout.
Grabbing her leg, he hooked it on his shoulder and thrust harder, hitting that spot that made her moan like an animal in heat. Her pleading voice was encouraging him as he focused on her face and expressions. His heart got full of pride, watching all the kiss and bites marks her body had, the word mine once again in his brain. Whispering his name, she naughtily pleaded for him to go harder, faster and he complied satisfied.
They both came, almost at the same time, when she closed her legs around his waist and hugged him, seeing white. He bit her collarbone hard and sucked her flesh, groaning at the sensation of his orgasm. Panting hard, they stood there in that position for few seconds, the aftermath of their lovemaking dripping from the edge of the table to the floor. Their breathing steadily getting normal while the green-eyed guy reincorporated and slowly got out of her partner.
His hand caressed her face and brushed her sweaty hair from her face. She leaned at her touch and kissed his palm. He was about to say something when a strange smell came to his nostrils.
Looking over his shoulder to the kitchen, he widened his eyes when he saw the black smoke that was coming out from the food Aoi had been cooking. It was ruined and was turning into charcoal. "Fuck", he whispered. Feeling Aoi was moving, he turned to see her sit. In a trance that was kind of sexy (flushed skin, half-lidded eyes, hickeys, bite marks, naked and with disheveled hair) she hugged him. Kissing his neck, she whispered in his ear before bitting it.
"How about we stay here and order food?"
The guy grinned, he liked her hoarse after sex voice.
"Let's turn off the kitchen first" he said kissing her.
Having her the whole day inside his bedroom was the best decision of his life.
...
"YOU ARE SO EXASPERATING!"
"HAAAAAAH?"
"BUTTON UP YOUR SHIRT!"
"MY SENSES GET DULL WOMAN!"
"Don't you see something different?" Kanao asked as she couldn't take her eyes off them. They were fighting like always, but something was off.
"WHY ARE YOU WEARING FUCKING PANTS THEN!?"
"YOU KNOW WHY!"
"They have come together to school" Tanjirou said to his girlfriend. "They were chatting quietly at lunch too". He continued. "They even have smiled at each other". Kanao nodded and an uninterested Zenitsu rolled his eyes, muttering he was hearing the same shouts and the same heartbeats he hears every day. Turning to leave his friends alone, he saw a smirking white-haired tall man approaching them.
"That, my disciples, is the after sex flamboyance"
After a few seconds of looking at the god/teacher, Kanao and Tanjirou got crimson as a furious Zenitsu ran to where the blue-haired was. "You dumb-stick WE FUCKING NEED TO TALK!"
Well, they had forgotten to tell their friends they were now dating.