Hellooooo! As always, I'm very sorry for the delay. I hope this chapter is worth the wait!
Love for all!
CHAPTER 7: A CLICHE ROMANCE FOR THE ART ASSIGNMENT
"AS A FLAMBOYANT TEACHER I WANT EQUALLY FLAMBOYANT WORKS!"
Kimetsu high school art teacher Uzui Tengen shouted to the class with that natural annoyance he always had when he gave an assignment. The few students that were there flinched at the eagerness he showed. His class was special and quite famous, it had the fame of being ridiculously difficult, and it was mandatory for some students, even if it was a credit after-class course. Those students were selected by the hand of the teachers and school authorities. Every rebel troublemaker of the school had to take his class obligatorily. Mysteriously for the world, every chosen one had calmed down pretty much.
Well, in the first minute of class, you would realize why the problem kid calmed down.
They had an equal troublemaker teacher that sucked their energy.
"I'm the mountain king. I will draw a mountain."
"REJECTED!"
The flamboyant teacher threw a piece of chalk to the bluish-haired guy who had dared to talk. Said guy groaned loudly as the chalk hit him in the forehead, and it turned into dust the moment it made contact thanks to the force. "I want movement, elegance, and beauty!"
"THE MOUNTAINS ARE BEAUTIFUL DAMNIT!"
"They don't move, kid!" Uzui said as he laughed hard as if it was a huge discovery the mountains couldn't move. "I want you to capture the harmony of movement, with a hint of elegance, and make everything beautiful!" Everyone looked at him, not understanding anything as the guy wrote on the board FLAMBOYANCE.
"GO UGLIES! GO TO THE WORLD AND BRING ME SOMETHING THAT MOVES MY FLAMBOYANT HEART!"
"THE FUCKING MOUNTAINS ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL, SHIT!"
Jumping over his desk and in a fit of anger, the mountain king Hashibira Inosuke shouted, complaining about the abuse of power and authority they were being victims of from their teacher. He was the king, damn it! He should be the one to abuse and rule over the class. As he still was rambling about the mountains, the red-head, Kamado Tanjirou, pulled down his friend and dragged him to the classroom door, "calm down Inosuke! You can always draw a bug or something!"
"Don't you dare bring me a bug drawing, kid!" Said Uzui, who had prodigy ears and could hear even the quietest whisper, another tool against his always rebel students. He smirked at the kids with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, "that's not flamboyant, not elegant, and definitely not what I want!"
"Besides, let me tell you something, in my past life, I was a god!" At that, every guy in the classroom turned to look at him. "I was the god who ruled over flamboyance!" The confidence and seriousness of his words made everyone gulp. "So if you don't obey me and bring me what I'm asking, I won't pass you, then I will punish and curse you!"
"THE GOD HAS TALKED, NOW GO, MY UGLIES!"
Tanjirou raised his hand with a serious stare, "What kind of a divine ruler you are? Do you have a shrine?"
"OH MY GOD, TANJIROU!"
The blonde, Agatsuma Zenitsu, who had been hearing everything but was feigning sleeping, quietly broke as his patience run out. Pulling his blonde hair, he turned to the older man, "PLEASE UZUI SENSEI, STOP JOKING AROUND!" He smacked his head over his desk with hopes of getting unconscious or maybe die.
"I'm not joking, kid. I'm really a god."
"THEN, WHY I CAN'T PAINT THE MOUNTAIN IF I'M THE MOUNTAIN KING!?"
"Sir, what bases do you have to say that you are a god?"
"That's all in your head, right? What did I do my past life to be surrounded by idiots!?"
"Shitty, stupid, disgusting excuse of a teacher, making us do two assignments is abuse! Just because we didn't believe him."
Zenitsu whined angrily, walking beside Inosuke. The blue-haired guy was still rambling about why the fucking mountains were beautiful and why he should draw them. He even shouted about a shitty political agreement with the god of festivities because he, himself, was an important being with the title of the mountain king. Zenitsu looked at him like it was a sin they shared the same air. Ignoring everything, Tanjiro was thinking deeply about beauty, movement, and elegance.
"Maybe, I can draw a dog and a cat with a bow tie!" He said as if it was the best idea in the world.
"I'm a king! We are at the same level! I can beat him up whenever I want!"
"What the hell is your problem!?" Zenitsu sometimes wondered how those two were his best friends for three years now.
Two assignments meant two drawings; two drawings were too much for them. They weren't even experts in the drawing field! Inosuke was pure muscles, senses, and wildness; Tanjirou was pure strategy, boldness, and smell; Zenitsu was speed, sound, and logic. Besides, the only thing they three were excelling at was sports. People called them the Kamaboko boys, basketball team golden trio. Not even the seniors had been able to beat them in their serious mode. Now that they were last-year students, they were unstoppable and aiming for the professional top. Their scholarship and college were secure by the number of games they had won in their three years of high school.
The art class was a credit course, and because they had been cataloged as troublemaker kids by the teachers, it was their after-school "nonsense."
Besides, the three of them couldn't draw even if somebody threatened them. Tanjirou could only make globes and circles, Zenitsu could only do stickmen, and Inosuke could only draw lines and sketch a little.
A very tiny little.
Thinking for mostly an hour or so (Uzui always sucked their energy with his almost-impossible-to-make assignments) the three boys turned into one perfect brain so they can put together the three adjectives the enthusiastic teacher had asked. After discussing a little, suddenly and completely uncharacteristic of him, Inosuke proposed an idea that went perfectly with the assignment, surprising his two friends who had to look at the sky to see if boars were flying. Then, Tanjirou sighed Inosuke smirked, muttering he was a fucking genius and Zenitsu sighed. The three of them grabbed their sketchbooks and looked at each other.
"Well, then, now that we agree, see you later!" Tanjirou turned to leave but before, he pointed at their friends, "Behave! ok!?"
"We are already in the tight rope."
Inosuke rolled his eyes, "I'll do what I want!" He then smirked mockingly, "besides, I'm not the one you should be worried about!"
Zenitsu nervously laughed at Tanjirou shining, and for some reason, demon red eyes.
Drawing was not his forte, using his brain either, but after thinking a bit with a cool head, he had understood what Uzui was talking about.
Hashibira Inosuke, age eighteen, stopped at the sight of the dance studio of Kimetsu high school. His feet automatically had taken him there, and he rolled his eyes at the large size of the building. His fucking school was ridiculously huge and had a spectacular arts and athletic program. When he was a little guy, he always heard Kimetsu high was for pro-people. Now, he was part of the so-called professionals as the fierce "number four" (although he preferred the "power forward" technical name) of the basketball team and was good at any sport the school had, including the martial arts field. However, a lot of people were in those classes as a hobby and were happy about it. So, his title as a professional wasn't that important to him as the one that had number one in it.
Too bad he was perfect (mentally and physically) for position "four" on the team. Three years being part of the team, and he was still sulking with Gompachirou about the number of his position and why the hell his t-shirt hadn't had a number one in it. Shitty stupid rules, who set it anyways.
The truth was if you wanted to be a professional in sports or arts, Kimetsu high school was the best choice. They had an amazing escalating program.
"Movement, elegance, and beauty," he whispered as he walked.
He entered the studio with a loud door slam, and some heads turned at the sight of his glorious manly self walking past them. He was like a neon light shining in the night. He ignored the whispers and rumors about him being in a place so contrasting with his whole self, about his muscles in full display thanks to his open shirt, and about his shiny eyes and delicate handsome face that radiated rudeness. He smirked slightly at the ones that were talking about his awesomeness, popularity, and astounding dunk he had made in the last basketball game he and his team, but mostly him (of course), had dominated.
He was fucking amazing, he knew, not for nothing, he was the mountain king shit.
Gompachirou and Monitsu, well, were his minions.
He chuckled.
"Heh, mesmerized by the great Inosuke-sama, I see," he muttered. He wasn't a flirt but was enjoying the attention very much.
Narrowing his eyes, focusing in the center of the dance studio, he saw her twirling on the tip of her foot. Her body arched, her hair danced with her movements, and her face was without a single frown. She looked so calm, making him smirk slightly.
He wondered if his minions had already found their muses, like him.
Hearing the claps of the coach, he saw how the dancers ran to their positions. Searching for a comfortable place from where he can watch his muse, he sat at the corner of the room. Tying his hair in a short ponytail, he took his pencil and opened his sketchbook. Thanks to his random ability with lines, he had managed the sketches. The problem was when he had to add details and color. It always ended in a mess of horrible abstract art. But well, he decided he was only going to sketch. He was still annoyed with the stupid Uzui and his negative to have (what the blue-haired called) a political agreement between them. Frowning, he focused.
His eyes were only on her, on the blue-haired girl with pigtails, who was dancing gracefully.
Like a butterfly.
His lover, the woman he already was thinking of marrying one day, Aoi Kanzaki.
He started his masterpiece without thinking. The lines he sketched were along with her movements. He drew slowly, the lines forming her body, detailing the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the twirl of her hair, and the form of her legs. Her face was the most difficult thing to do, so no face. Well, maybe only a circle.
He shrugged at his masterpiece and focused on her again.
Leaving his hand wander over the papers of his sketchbook, he thought about his muse. When she danced, she indeed looked like a delicate blue butterfly.
Her touch was always so soft.
To him, it was a mystery why she was with him. Not that he had said it aloud, but sometimes he wondered how Aoi still put up with him. They were opposites. He was a wild unmannered guy; she was a soft and elegant girl. She was smart and had a prodigy brain; he, well, he wasn't an idiot. She was always so good in everything she did as a model student, and he was a rascal who loved to fight people and had endless energy. His childhood in the mountains raised him as a violent guy, so he always wanted to mark his territory. Breaking noses and bones was the best way to do it, also the reason he loved sports so much, especially basketball.
He was an expert at throwing the ball into the face of the opposite team and mask it as a pass that went wrong. Tanjirou and Zenitsu always scolded him for sending people to the hospital.
While he was a physical kind of guy, she was the intellectual one.
The bad boy and the good girl, the cliche relationship of every romance novel.
He hated romance novels, or movies, or anything as the sort because it bored him. He preferred action, violence, blood, but he admitted (to his heart) he never will get tired of the romance novel his relation was.
Even if in the majority of their personality traits they were opposites, she was as stubborn, as badass, as passional, and as violent (with fucking words, he always swore that was a superpower) as him. He never got bored of her, even when she was in her scolding rampage. And also, she was the one his friends had to call to stop him when he was in berserk killer mode.
Even the start of their love was so cliche he sometimes felt the need to hit something or roll his eyes. Their first encounter had been explosive. When they had met, she was a fifteen little girl with a scowl on her face but with blue eyes that defied anyone who approached her. She was a neatly dressed member of the welcome committee in the high school entrance ceremony, and he was a loud unmannered dirty student who recently had come down from the mountain. The worst was, the school code dress was bullshit to him as he wore a messy open shirt and was using a strange boar mask.
Inevitable, she pointed at him, and he rolled his eyes at her perfectionism.
A fight, a scandalizing shouts fight started as soon as they both exchanged looks. Aoi had a loud high pitched voice and well-thought insults and gimmicky words. Inosuke had a louder raspy voice and a beautiful repertoire of bad words, very hardcore insults, and mean adjectives. After some time, a teacher pulled them apart. Enthusiastically and as punishment, the yellow-red-haired man ordered the boy to run 30 laps around the giant athletism field. On the other hand, the same teacher excluded the girl from the welcoming committee for a year. Like setting a fire, that day, they turned swore enemies.
That day the war started. Her perfectionism maddened him to the point he clashed with her wherever he went. It didn't help much that they were in the same class and eventually got into the same group of friends, including his admission into the basketball team. She was everywhere. When their eyes met, they felt the urge to fight, to throw dirt to the other. Sometimes, they pulled the other's hair in a rampage of anger. While sarcasm was her great ally, insults and arrogance were his. He even took the adjective "mountain boy" as an insult, only due to the tone she used.
He chuckled, remembering how silly they had been. Thinking about their start after three years, he was sure he had been mesmerized by her since that first day, at the moment she stood in front of him with her hands in her waist and demanded to the mountain king to button his shirt and clean himself.
Sure, at that time, the only thing in his head was nobody orders king Inosuke sama around.
Well, he still thought that, but there was a slight difference.
She was his queen now.
Anyways, they were fifteen and very stubborn. After two months of quarreling without a logical reason, their fights were in a level of hate and meanness that impressed their fellow students and their pure friends. However, one day, in a gym class, the blue-eyed girl messed with mama boar. Mama boar was an adorable little boar his grandma and mother had given to him as a pet when they lived in the mountains, and he, as a toddler, called it mama boar. When they were hanging out with their group, Aoi had heard about it and decided to use it as a weapon against him. A tactical error. Due to the fury, he lost his temper, grabbing her by her ankles and turning her upside down as he shouted mean words at her while she frantically fought for him to free her, shouting at him like a maniac too. Inosuke didn't stay behind, raising his voice too as both of them couldn't care less about who was around them. Of course, they got punished after that.
That day, they were the only ones in the detention class.
After half an hour of an annoying silence, Inosuke accidentally made the detention teacher lose consciousness. When the woman saw the blue-haired boy playing with a little cricket, she lost her head and shouted at him. What they ignored was her very strong entomophobia, especially her fear of crickets. When the green-eyed boy chased away his friend, the little buddy flew in her direction, making her shriek, run, trip with her own feet, and fell to the floor. The fear made all her rationality and consciousness disappear in a blink of an eye. It had been an unusual scene. Both of them watched it astonished, like a movie, and five seconds after the woman passed out, they couldn't help but laugh hard.
But, what was more surprising to Inosuke was that Aoi apologized after that.
"I didn't know mama boar was that important to you," she muttered to him after helping him move the teacher into her desk in a sleeping position (Aoi's idea), so they could avoid more problems, "I'm sorry."
The kid looked at her with his big bright green eyes and nodded. "It's ok, sorry for pulling you upside down."
Since that day, the storm began to calm down, becoming a strange friendship. They started to take their quarrels as a game, only fighting for habit. According to their friends, they couldn't live without attacking the other. So all their first semester, they passed by it punished. One often could see them on study-dates at the school library (making more noise than the allowed) or spending alone time at the detention class. Inosuke always secretly brought crickets with him so the teacher could let them talk while she was unconsciously sleeping. They knew it was mean, but their logic was that she had to confront her fear to conquer it.
They learned a lot about each other. They talked about random things, quarreled as always. Few times, she had helped him finish his homework, and he gladly had let her teach him. Other times, she asked about his life in the mountains, and he couldn't stop talking about his mountain king status. When he was hungry, she always gave him some food, and he always grinned at her because she cooked deliciously. She always smiled at him when he beamed happily at her, making his heart float. When she talked about her dream of being a doctor, he constantly nodded at her, telling her she could be what she wanted. His cute grin always made her blush slightly, and she usually believed in herself when he encouraged her. And finally, when detention class ended, they regularly left school together, still bickering at each other, but being more playful than mean.
The last day of their high school first semester was the day that started their love story. They were in their same business, like always. He was shouting about her constant bossy and nagging behavior ("Stop bossing me around, woman!"). She was on the part of her speech about his messy uniform and open shirt ("Just button your shirt! It's too distracting!"). Suddenly, a guy came running towards them and accidentally pushed the blue-eyed girl making her fall from the stairs.
In that instant, the gears of their hearts moved, for both, him and her. The vision of her falling slowly towards the big large stairs made his heart race, his eyes widened, and a jolt of fear invaded his spine. His brain reacted, his arm reached, and he pulled her from her arm just before she could fell. From her point of view, she saw how his expression changed, how he pulled her from her arm with a speed that could pass as a wild animal, and with all his strength, he pulled her back, a movement that made him change places with her. So the one who fell from the stairs was him.
Aoi landed on the floor with a loud thud while she saw him land downstairs hard. He was sure he heard a crack sound but hoped it wasn't a bone. The guy who had pushed Aoi apologized frantically, but all she could see was Inosuke, with clenched teeth and eyes, on the floor downstairs. In blank and after two seconds, she ran towards him, noticing he had landed on his back.
"I-Inosuke! Oh my god! You alright!?" She was scared and worried at the same time, fearing he was hurt or had something broken.
"Th-This is nothing for the mountain king, woman!" He groaned as he stood up, and his face twitched in pain when he tried to walk. Looking at him with her blue wide eyes, she slowly grabbed his rough hand as he turned to look at her, very conscious of her soft touch and her delicate skin.
"Come with me."
Nodding, surprisingly, he obeyed.
Thanks to all their trips to the detention class, Inosuke knew a lot of things about her. It was still a surprise for himself he remembered Aoi's dream of becoming a doctor. One day, she had told him she was a student in the Kouchou clinic, aka the Butterfly State, the house of Gompachirou's crush, the same place that one day treated him after a street fight. As soon as they arrived at the school infirmary, he noticed she was good at medical treatments even if she was still training. She accurately knew what to use and which was the best treatment for his ankle. Aoi was like a tiny nurse, and for some reason, he trusted more in her than in the actual school nurse, who wasn't in her office, thank god.
But what took him aback was her tears.
She was crying for him.
"I'm so sorry, I - I think if it would have been me who had fallen, I'll be in a lot of problems!" She sobbed. Inosuke sitting in front of her, widened his eyes, "thank you very much, Inosuke-san!"
His senses got alert, he felt a jolt on his spine, and the hairs of his nape stood.
"Thank god you are so strong," she sobbed, "I'm so weak, I'm sorry!"
Weak?
Why she was apologizing?
Aoi Kanzaki was everything except weak.
That was the only thing he had on his mind. Aoi was the only one who could fight with him on equal ground, the only one who had dared to defy him. She didn't fear him, she didn't get intimidated by him, plus she was trying to tame him and not backing down at his arrogance and violent self. She was the one who stood before him with that scowl on her face and demanded something from him. He liked her guts. He admitted he loved her defiant tone. She thrilled him. She gave him the minimal amount of adrenaline and violence needed in his life.
She was the one who, in a matter of seconds, had wrapped his ankle and subsided his pain.
She was the one who had the astounding dream of helping and saving people. She was so hardworking and ambitious. Plus, a dreamy ability to cook delicious food. As an impulsive guy, his trademark on everything he did, without notice, he listened to his heart and leaned forward, kissing her, successfully stopping her tears. Gladly was his surprise when she widened her eyes surprised but then smiled brightly at him. He couldn't help but lean against her face again, kissing her eyes, licking her tears, caressing her face. "You are not weak, Aoi." And she sought his lips as her hands caressed his face too, kissing him back. Greater was his wonder when he pushed her to the infirmary bed, and she didn't refuse his advances, either his caresses.
That day, the two had felt that they were meant for each other. Aoi had said something about destiny, and he hadn't said anything that implied the opposite.
She had fitted him like a glove.
000
000
000
"OK, TEAM! START AGAIN WITH THE ROUTINE!"
The loud voice made him return from his thoughts as he heard the dance coach's instructions. At some point, he had stopped drawing and had got lost in his memories as he recalled the first time he had made love with his girl.
And admit he was madly in love with the little stubborn.
At first, their relationship had been a secret. The good girl and the bad boy cliche thing would bring problems to their reputation, besides they still fought with each other every day. Nobody would believe them. Not that they cared about it, but they wanted to avoid the interrogation. It was a secret for everyone, even for their friends. But his competitive nature couldn't stay still when Monitsu one day announced he had lost his virginity with his older (senior, second year, a total bitch if people asked Inosuke) girlfriend. While Santarou coughed in shock ("we are first years, guys!"), the blue-haired rolled his eyes. The blonde was laughing like a mad man in love, heart eyes included, shouting to them he was the first one to do the pervy things, and he was manlier and more mature than them. So, granted, Inosuke-sama got angry and yelled to them he was still the king because he had done the pervy thing in their first semester with no other person than his secret girlfriend, Aoikishi Konzozaki.
Poor Tanjioru almost had a heart attack, though Zenitsu's shriek made the whole school tremble.
It had turned in a school legend: "The moan of the mourning soul." You will hear it if you go to the school rooftop and shout three times, "I lost my virginity before you."
000
000
000
"You ok there? What are you drawing?"
Inosuke looked up, seeing that a girl who wasn't his girlfriend was talking to him. The bluish guy was a simple stupid hot-headed man meaning if you are not the people he acknowledges as friend, foe, rival, family, or love interest, he won't care about you. Ignoring her question, he returned to his sketches. Feeling offended, the girl continued, "say, can I see your drawings?"
"Go away! You are distracting me."
The girl angrily frowned as she humphed, returning to her group.
He returned to his sketches and grinned, considering that two of them were perfect, enough for Uzui's stupid assignment, and worthy of the mountain king's hand. He chuckled mockingly, remembering that Gompachirou only could draw globes and Monitsu was an expert with sticks. Imagining Kanako as a globe and Nemukoko as a stick figure was hilarious.
Unquestionably, he was better at drawing. He had the ability worth of a king. People should kneel at his awesomeness.
He smiled slightly, his eyes still in his sketches as his mind wandered to his two best friends. He was sure Santarou had found his inspiration in the gardening club as the girl who had his heart was a flower lover. Tsuyuri Kanao was the girl for whom his redhead friend sighed every day. Knowing the redhead, he had finished the assignment, thinking about how to tell Kanako he loved her. According to Aoi,
Gompachirou and Kanako were clueless about their feelings, like them at the beginning. The difference with them was that the whole school knew those two were in love except themselves. The blonde guy was another story. After turning in a school legend and then being cheated by the ex-girlfriend, he fell in love with the kindness and beauty of Santarou's sister, Kamado Nezuko. At first, Inosuke was also against the idea (Tanjirou wanted to rip the throat of their blonde friend) as Nemukoko was like his baby sister too, but they knew better, Monitsu was a good guy, their best friend, and Nemukoko, she was in love with him as well. The blue-haired was sure Monitsu was drawing sticks in the gym as Nemukoko was seducing him in her gymnastics leotard maybe. She was part of the gymnastic team and had already won prizes. Her specialty was rhythmic gymnastics with ribbons.
Suddenly, the green-eyed guy felt another presence in front of him, this one recognizing it instantly.
"So, why are you here distracting everyone, Inosuke?"
"Art assignment."
Startled, Aoi arched an eyebrow and turned to her classmates, hearing their mocking giggles. The rejected girl from before was staring at her with a frown. Aoi was sure she thought Inosuke would refuse her too. Kind of proudly, she smirked slightly, returning to watch her boyfriend draw and blow the eraser dust off his paper. Her fellow dancers knew nothing about her, so they ignored that the handsome and unapproachable fierce power forward of the basketball team and the blue-haired girl were lovers. Aoi couldn't help but think about their three years together. They weren't trying to make their relationship a secret anymore, not for nothing they had grown, but also, they weren't making a fuss over it. Not public affection, not holding hands inside the school, not sweet words, but once they were alone, it turned in a frenzy of passion and lust and desire as they always ended in a mess of tangled limbs and sweat and sheets.
And sweet, a lot of sweet.
She never in her life had thought she would be like this with a guy, never, not before her friends.
Not since her fifteens either.
She always felt like a bad girl when she remembered her first time with him. Worse was, she had let him do it in the school infirmary room. She usually flinched when she recalled that day, the idea that someone might discover them somehow turned her on. How and when the mountain boy got her heart and turned her into a horny girl, she wasn't sure, but she had gladly accepted his affection that day when everything started.
"You should stop looking at me with those eyes, Aoi."
She returned to reality when she heard his husky voice. "Art assignment?" She tried to ignore him changing the topic as she leaned over his sketchbook to see his drawing, and he immediately closed it.
"You can't see them because they aren't ready, Aoku!"
Aoi pouted and heard the laugh in the background as some girls giggled at her seeing the rejection. She narrowed her eyes at the horrible rejoice in her eyes. It was not a mystery the constant competition the dance club members had between each other and their love life was the most important comparison. She sighed, turning again to the beautiful guy sitting on the floor.
"You staying till the end?"
He paused and thought a little.
"If you dance for me afterward, maybe I could stay till the end," he smirked at her, and she blushed. Stupid handsome wild man. Going back to the dance floor, Aoi knew her always hyperactive boyfriend was ogling her. Smirking secretly, she swayed her hips while walking, feeling his lustful eyes on her. Inosuke focused on her back, letting his eyes wander, resisting the urge to slap her sultry round butt. His eyes roamed at her figure, wearing black shorts and a loose tank top. He noticed her body was getting in shape, thanks to this new hobby she had since a year ago.
000
000
000
"I have to do some exercise," he remembered her telling him that after a make-out session in his room. "So, I was thinking of joining the dance club." He stopped the caresses on her back and looked at her. She was lying on top of him, and her blue eyes were shining.
"Don't you want to be a doctor?"
"Yeah, but I can be an athletic doctor, don't you think?"
She was grinning.
000
000
000
He hadn't said anything back then aside from a nod, but as an athletic guy, he liked the idea of her doing some exercise and shaping her body. As a dancer, Aoi was not even part of the leading group of dancers. She wasn't like those dancers that made you focus on them the moment they start to move, but for him, she was perfect. Even if the principal dancer moved with the grace and the beauty of a beautiful swan, for him, the most beautiful swan was her, making an effort with her whole everything to do something she wanted.
Besides, as a doctor and as a cook, she was perfect. He was sure she would accomplish her dream soon.
After ten minutes of him getting lost in her legs, hips, butt, and sway of her body, he heard the claps of the teacher dismissing everyone.
"GOOD WORK, EVERYONE! WE HAVE FINISHED FOR TODAY!"
The dancers left pretty fast. Inosuke concluded that maybe they didn't like to do extra work. Still sitting in the corner of the room, he reviewed his sketches once again. Looking at the clock, he noticed he had finished quickly. He had a little less than an hour before handing in his assignment.
"Guess I still have some time," he muttered while he stood up stretching, and walked to the center of the studio. Noticing the room was full of mirrors, he remembered that Aoi had told him those helped her watch her movements and match the choreography. Plus, she could also see her mistakes. Curiosity got over him, and he turned upside down, standing in his hands. Slowly, he raised one of his arms, shoved it behind his back, leaning in one arm. He started to move, flexing his arm and then stretching it again. Up and down, watching his reflection in the mirror, counting in his mind. He saw how his muscles flexed while his brain tried to look for some mistake in his position.
"I think those mirrors wouldn't help you in that matter."
Inosuke stopped and jumped to his feet, grinning childishly at the blue-haired girl. She smiled as she approached him. "Want to watch your muscles flex or something?"
"Nah, just wanted to see how amazing I am."
She snorted as she stood before him, hand on her hips.
"Can I see what you were drawing now? There's nobody in the studio! Everyone left!"
"Nope," he popped the P and ignored the groan of annoyance she made as he focused on her form once again. He then remembered his petition and crossed his arms over her chest.
"I want my dance."
"Huh? Class is over."
"So what!? I want my fucking dance, woman!"
"Language, you neanderthal! There is no music, duh!"
"Near-what?"
"Urrrrggg!" Aoi facepalmed herself. She narrowed her eyes at her irrational boyfriend that was demanding a dance. For some reason, maybe it was because she had been thinking about their first time too much that day he looked so appealing, standing in the middle of her dance paradise, her territory. It was like he had come to dirty it, and the thoughts of them doing naughty in that sacred place, because they were alone, made her heart jump, her stomach flutter, and her body react.
Her fantasy was taking the best of her rational judgment and perfect image. That was a secret she will never admit.
Aoi Kanzaki was the perfect girl, of course. She was good in everything she did, with a huge dream and a desire to help people and make a better world. She was one of the best students the school had, was the president of the student council, and a member of the famous and exclusive dance club. For most of the students, she was the perfect goody-two-shoes kind of girl.
Too annoying.
Scolding people was her best trait.
And what kind of good girl she would be if she hasn't had a dirty little secret.
Inosuke was her very handsome, hot, sensual, dirty little secret. He and the way she felt for him.
And the kind of person he made her into when they were alone.
Like him, Aoi also admitted their relationship was the typical story about the good girl and the bad boy got together, the so cliche romance comedy Inosuke hated so much. She often watched it on TV shows, making her boyfriend bore and nag all the time as they quarreled about how predictable the movie was. She usually told him a writer would make millions with their story, and he usually scoffed and came with a sarcastic retort. However, the so-called cliche protagonists were slightly different from her. They didn't turn in a complete horny woman when their partner was around. God, he always made her do the unthinkable and turned her into a completely bad girl.
Sometimes, she wondered if he was brighter than her as he always led her to his bed (oh, the marvels to live alone). Secretly, she liked him to be that independent, untamed, and wild. Quietly, she liked when he dominated her and made her do the unbelievable, not only in bed but also in their daily times. Thanks to his influence, she was more confident about herself, and she didn't doubt her dream anymore. He always encouraged her in everything she did. She loved him for a lot of things and also she already saw herself in a wedding dress with him by her side but, well, they still had to do a lot of things before getting married.
Like rent an apartment together, for example.
They had already decided which was the best, according to their times and future careers. And living together meant they would have more time alone. And she loved how they were when they were alone.
"So, where is my dance?"
He smirked, and she swore he could read her mind. His eyes were scanning her with that predatory gaze that always put her on her knees. She felt the familiar heat between her thighs. She smiled naughtily, setting her bag on the floor, and swayed her hips in the tone of a mental melody. She twirled around him, and with a graceful move, she was over him. Inosuke widened his eyes, completely still.
With her body glued to his right side, a leg hooked on his waist, a hand on his cheek as she was turning his head to look at his face, she whispered, "I was thinking for a tango, you see." The blue-haired guy felt his arm between the warmth of her breasts, and he gulped. She moved gracefully again, the leg hooked on his waist, caressed his body while she put it down as she hugged him from behind. "Don't you think it is more like us?" Her lips caressed his ear, and he was sure she had to tip-toe, but he couldn't focus on anything other than the feel of her body against his back. He felt every move as his hypersensitive skin was burning while her hands roamed his hard abs and chest. With his shirt opened, it was a direct touch that made him shiver. He licked his lips when her teeth bit his ear. Her breasts pressed on his back. Before he could say something, she turned again and was in front of him. With a jump, she crossed her strong legs around his waist. Smiling, she leaned to his face, pecking him on the lips.
Tightening the grip of her legs on his waist, her hands caressed his strong arms (that automatically had come to her hips) as she threw herself backward, moving her torso in a slow circular motion that only the tip of her pigtails touched the floor. Then, again, in a blink of his eyes, she was on his sight, her hands caressing each side of his face, smiling mischievously, blushing at him.
"I want tango to be our wedding dance!" She whispered as she leaned in and nuzzled her face in his neck.
Inosuke blinked, gulped, and then laughed. This woman would never stop to amaze him, though she will be the death of him one day. But he would never get tired of her. "Well," smirking, he squeezed her butt, "You can have whatever dance you want in our wedding, Aoi,"
"But me, dancing like you, will be a tough task!"
"Impossible for Inosuke sama, the mountain king?" She smiled.
He grinned, "There isn't something like that!"
Aoi's relaxed delicate giggle was music to his ears. Leaning to her face, he crashed his lips over hers. The feel of his firm lips was what she loved the most. He didn't waste time and put his tongue inside her mouth, making her moan satisfied. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she ground her hips against his hardness as he bit and sucked her bottom lip. She deepened the kiss, feeling him move. Soon, the feel of his hands on her soft skin, his bites, licks, and sucks, turned her into a mess of quiet moans and soft sighs.
However, it was his dirty mouth that turned her into a dirty naughty girl.
"I've never fucked in a room with so many mirrors," he whispered in her ear, pushing her back against the mirror wall. Aoi gasped when his hands squeezed hard her buttocks before untangling her from his waist as he turned her around. His hands started to roam her body slowly. "Aoi, look, don't you like your dirty face?" With her back against his chest, they made eye contact through the mirror. His eyes were darkening thanks to the lust. She saw him bite her shoulder and her neck. His tongue licked her flesh, giving her goosebumps. He looked so sinfully sexy she thought hell was going to open at that moment and swallow them alive.
"Inosuke," Aoi whispered his name with a sultry moan.
"I love your face," he bit her ear and she moaned more, his hands still caressing her. Suddenly, he grinned, his own blush making him cuter and she blushed more.
Her boyfriend was a cute sexy savage.
Like a possessed man, his expression turned into something dark as his husky voice continued. "Let's see what "wrong" things we can see in our reflections," his green eyes shined excitedly. He licked her earlobe, and she bit her bottom lip. Aoi loved him for who he was, that was something she had sworn to the world, but it really turned her on when he talked dirty to her to seduce her. She felt his hand roam her body sides before they sneaked beneath her top and squeezed her breasts. She mewled, clenching her eyes shut.
"Don't dare to close your eyes, Aoi."
Aoi opened her eyes as soon as his dark sultry voice whispered once again. She was used to his wildness when they made love, but he looked completely different, desperate. She smiled quietly and moved her neck to give him more access. She was sure he was more aroused than her. In their reflections, she saw how one of his hands wandered over her flat stomach and got inside her shorts. Gasping in anticipation, she rolled her butt over his hips, making him hiss. The blue-haired girl turned her face to kiss him passionately while his fingers got inside her underwear, caressing her soft skin, searching her sweet spot.
"Mmmmm, fuck, Aoi, how come you are already so wet?" he groaned against her lips before kissing her again, "this whole mirror thing is really turning you on, huh?"
Aoi pouted at him. "You are more aroused than me." Slowly, her hand sneaked inside his pants, grabbing his erection, making him hiss. Focusing on his expression reflected in the mirror, Aoi got mesmerized by his delighted gorgeous face. She leaned her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck, "see?"
"You can't lie to me."
"Haaaa, you neither," he whispered, turning his face to kiss her again as he inserted two fingers on her entrance.
Aoi moaned loudly when the pleasure jolt hit her body, arching her back. Abruptly, her brain reacted as the good girl she was, and she recalled where they were and what they were doing. Someone could catch them, and with their luck, it was going to be a teacher. She was about to say something when the blue-haired guy moved his fingers inside her as his other hand pinched her nipple. She trembled, biting her lips, grinding her buttocks against his hardness. She focused on their reflection. At some point, her top had rolled up, showing to the world her breasts. Also, she could see the bulge his hand was forming inside her shorts, and his leg was opening hers. His face was hidden on her neck, but she could hear his grunts and feel his breath. She was moving her hand inside his pants in the same tempo his fingers were penetrating her.
His sexy pants were grazing her ear.
Aoi's brain started to work for few seconds. It was daytime, after class time, so they could get, no, they would definitely get caught. Nevertheless, Inosuke breathed on her ear, his fingers curled inside her, his tongue tasted her, and the fact they could see everything in their reflections made her rationality die.
She felt goosebumps over her whole body, and Inosuke felt her shaking.
He growled, lost.
"Ino-inosuke," she moaned, "please, I-"
Without warning, the green-eyed got free from her hand and freed her from his fingers. Quickly, he pushed down her shorts, his hands stroking her soft skin, making her mewl, tilting her head back to his shoulder as she raised her arms, her hands caressing his face and hair. She looked so sexy Inosuke felt he'd cum if he kept watching her reflection. Aoi gasped in anticipation when she heard a thud on the floor indicating his pants were off.
Pushing her with his body, he made her lean on the mirror, her hands supporting her as he passed his tongue through her spine. Aoi moaned in anticipation as she felt her whole body trembling. His hands worked on her first, separating her legs before caressing her inner thighs. "Aoi, I love your voice but," he bit her nape as his hands squeezed her breasts hard, her nipples between his fingers. "Don't be too loud, ok?"
Aoi nodded, biting her bottom lip to suppress her moans. Her clit was throbbing, she was dripping wet, and she could feel her fluids sliding through her thighs. His fingers got a feel of her, and she saw his reflection licking his wet fingers. She felt her body desperate as her voice gave her away, pleading him to fuck her hard. His husky growl wasn't as quiet as her moans. She turned to frown at him, but he straightened and with one hand took his erection to her entrance. Gulping, he looked around them to make sure they were alone. He trusted his inhuman senses but better to make sure. When he didn't feel or see anyone, he pushed his member inside her. Their silence rule broke as Aoi moaned loudly, and he growled, both of them lost in the satisfaction and pleasure.
"I-I, ahhh, so good, I can see you looking around, idi-idiot!"
"I, ah shit, I wasn't looking around!"
He was thrusting into her hard, making her task of being quiet too difficult. Although at that point, she couldn't care less if he was looking around or if someone was watching them, she focused on the feeling, like he always told him to do. His movements were firm but fast. She could feel his hip bones clashing with the soft flesh of her butt. She was sure she couldn't be wetter than she already was. Even if his hands were gripping her hips tightly and certainly going to bruise her, she loved every second of their lovemaking. A small moan escaped from her mouth as she whispered, "ha-harder, faster, Inosuke." It was too overwhelming the way he was thrusting into her. Sometimes, she thought a demon had possessed her man. She opened her eyes and saw his beautiful face with an expression of pure pleasure. Soft grunts and groans were leaving his lips as he had shut his eyes and tensed his teeth. She blushed, biting her lip to muffle her moans as she felt her arms and legs weak.
Suddenly, Inosuke got faster, and his hand came to her clit and pressed it in circles. Aoi widened her eyes, a long sultry moan escaped her lips, and he groaned, bitting her shoulder again.
"Fuck! Aoi! So - someone is coming!" He whispered in her ear, licking her earlobe but not stopping. She even felt him deeper.
"Wha-what?"
Inosuke was a big bad boy, a troublemaker, he didnt care about people and their stupid brains, but he cared a lot about her. He knew if someone found them, she will make a tantrum and don't speak to him for a whole day, and hell, he only can bear an hour when she ignored him. So, he did the only thing he could think about at that moment, make her cum. Spreading more her legs, he got faster, rougher, his fingers pressing her clit and going in circles over it, till Aoi was moaning loudly against her hand, crying from the pleasure, feeling her buttocks hitting hard against his hips, hearing the slap sound of it. Soon her orgasm came, and she couldn't hold herself anymore, and before she shouted, he pulled her torso up to his chest. His hand turned her face to him and he kissed her firmly, his tongue entering her mouth. He groaned against her mouth, he also was done, and he also wanted to shout.
After some seconds of sloppy kissing, Inosuke, with the stamina of a hundred men and even if he had just cum, could still move. He gave one last check to the mirror. Aoi was panting hard, leaning against his body, with her face nuzzling his neck. Her hands were caressing his face and hair. Thanks to his caresses, her breasts and nipples were red, and all her body was flushed. He could see their join dripping. Grinning, he took out his cellphone and took a picture, taking advantage of a dazed and wasted Aoi, clutching to him for dear life.
"Are you sure you left it in the dance studio?"
"Yes! It's my favorite sweatshirt, and it's not in here in my locker!"
The blue-haired girl opened her eyes when she heard the voices and pushed him from her. She moaned when she felt him going out of her that roughly and fell to the floor. Looking at him with pleading eyes, he gulped, ogling her naked sitting form as he saw her flushed skin and center still dripping. Shooking his head, he focused once again on her face and found her deep frown, knowing what he was thinking about and telling him to do something about the situation. He sighed, put his pants on while he looked around. Spotting the infamous sweatshirt on the floor not too far from them, with an abnormal speed, he ran to it, then ran to the door that led to the lockers. Before the girls entered the hall, he stopped them as he leaned in the doorway and smirked at them.
"Heeeeey, do you know whose sweatshirt this is?"
The girls halted surprised and blushed at his handsomeness. His sweaty but sexy perfect face, his tousled hair, his exposed washboard abs, and his cocky smirk made him irresistible. He handed them the piece of cloth and winked, "I found it when I was leaving this place, so..." Aoi rolled her eyes, quietly putting on her clothes. He was still releasing sex pheromones.
Better hurry.
"IT'S MINE!" Both of the dazzled girls shouted and grabbed the thing, then looked at each other menacingly.
Inosuke grinned at them, the sparks of his smile blinding them. "Good thing I found it, right!?"
The girls, red as tomatoes, looked at him like he was some candy they wanted bad. They nodded franticly at him, but before they could do something or say anything to him, Aoi neatly dressed and combed, appeared behind him, with her bag and his sketchbook in hand.
"Inosuke, let's go. You have to hand this."
As a switch, Inosuke playful demeanor changed. Before the girls could say anything, Inosuke followed Aoi as they left the studio, leaving Aoi's fellow dancers dumbfounded, wondering if they were a couple.
Walking to Inosuke class, Aoi couldn't help murmur. "Wasn't that you weren't a flirt?" Inosuke blinked twice, looking at her pouting face. Really that girl surprised him every day, more if it was a jealousy attack. He laughed so hard it roared through the school, and it was the best sound in the world to her. "I'M NOT! HAHAHAHAHA!" Not caring if there were students around or not, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, kissing her forehead before crashing his lips against her. "That doesn't mean I don't know how to flirt!" He winked at her.
"How do you think I can make you get into my bed every fucking day?"
Aoi gasped with a blush on her face, embarrassed by his example. Murmuring that he was an idiot, she kissed him again.
"Besides, you asked me to do it!" He smirked at her as his hands squeezed her butt quickly.
"Technically, I didn't ask you." She gasped, and in protest, bit his bottom lip.
"Your eyes don't lie to me, Aoku." He chuckled, hugging her.
"You took a picture, don't you?" She nuzzled her face in his chest.
"Couldn't let go of the opportunity." He shrugged. Leaning to her ear, he said lustfully. "I will show it to you after school, in the second round, in my room."
His tongue on her earlobe and her pleased purr sealed the promise.
He really was her dirty little secret, and she was his perfect good girl, so much for an art assignment of movement, elegance, and beauty.
And a cliche romance story.
"So, you three finished your assignments."
"Yeeeees"
Uzui Tengen, the art teacher, arched an eyebrow. They had been the last ones to hand in their work. The three boys were in different emotional states. While Tanjirou was blushing like a mad-man (the silver-haired man thought he was going to explode at any moment), Zenitsu looked in cloud nine, mumbling a self-composed song about perfect beauty, red hair, and gymnastics. Inosuke, the most abnormal of the trio, looked very relaxed. He was grinning and a little more tousled than usual.
But the silver guy prodigy ears didn't deceive him. Those three hearts were beating loudly, like drums in a rock concert.
The three friends handed in their assignments and exited the room before the teacher could say something. They were clearly in a hurry. Still suspicious, Uzui looked at their sketches, understanding everything. He smirked. Those boys were really something. They were the only ones who had thought of human beings for the "elegant, beautiful, and movement" assignment.
And for the look of sticks spinning in gymnastics, globes that were gardening the flowers, and curvy lines that were dancing, it was evident they had someone quite important in their lives.
Uzui beamed, shouting. "SO FLAMBOYANT!" As the three boys run towards the three girls that were waiting at them at the school door.