Well, hello there! Somebody said "More squishy toe curly mush next time!" so I wrote this very quickly over the course of a few hours, haha. Utter mush. Two pages of mush. Special thanks to everyone who keeps reading! I also will be updating my crossover...eventually. I have some of it written up in a notebook that I need to type up and such. Anyway, it's my sister's birthday and if she liked anime, I'd gift her smut. Instead, she got a breakfast club poster haha.
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"No, you don't score a goal unless the soccer ball goes into your opponent's net!" Amai growled. It was her fourth time explaining the process of winning a soccer game to Jin.
"An' if ya kick the ball inta yer own net, the other team gets yer point…?"
Amai cheered, "Yes! That's exactly right! Now the next time you come to my game you won't cheer when someone scores in the wrong goal, or hurts their opponent."
Jin rolled his eyes, "This is why Ah like fightin'. Tha rules are watcha make 'em, an' there ain't so many of 'em."
They had been sitting on her bedroom floor all night, it seemed. Their topics of conversation had ranged greatly, finally ending on soccer (coincidentally, Amai's favorite subject). Her toes were cold, though she wore comfy socks beneath her too-long yoga pants. Her soccer hoodie had her name on the sleeve, and her hair fell down around her shoulders, still damp from her post-practice shower.
A knock on the door made Amai yelp. "Amai? Who are you talking to?"
It was her mother. As Amai struggled for words, she saw Jin open his mouth. Oh no, her brain thought. Her hands started working on their own and suddenly she tackled him, her hands clapping over his mouth.
"Uwaaahhh, nothing! Nothing, mom! I'm watching a movie!" Amai turned her head and shouted at the door. "I'll go to bed soon! Good night!"
She heard her mother grumble angrily outside her door. Finally: "Good night, Amai."
Amai let out a huge sigh of relief, turning back towards Jin. Her face turned horrifically red as she realized her precarious position. Above her hands, Jin's eyebrows were raised high. He was leaned back on both his elbows, Amai nearly falling on top of him. She sat back quickly on her heels, drawing her hands away from his mouth. The expression on her face was priceless, really. A mix of sheer embarrassment and terror.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," she whispered, covering half her face with her hands, peeking through her fingertips at Jin.
He sat back up, criss crossing his legs and still staring at her with his eyebrows raised. It was the longest he'd been quiet in her presence. Amai wanted to get back on subject with soccer- she could handle soccer. She couldn't handle the look he was giving her.
"Thas okay," he whispered with a small smile.
She leaned forward just a bit before her courage stopped short and she faltered. Amai bit her lip in thought- she'd known Jin for months, now. In fact, it had been half a year since he'd swooped in and changed her life around. Most of the time, she enjoyed what adventures came her way. At the very least, she enjoyed the company she had on those adventures. Amai looked down at his bare feet, the window behind him, the horn on his head- anything except his face. She might say something stupid, might do something stupid, like ki-
Amai squeaked as her mind railroaded in the direction she'd been trying to avoid. Okay, think un-kissy thoughts: rocks…cats…toes… bare toes curling… the well-known feeling of pressure against her lips, her cheek, her forehead… Well, that wasn't working. Amai buried her face in her hands and grumbled another apology.
Jin seemed confused. "I don' rightly know why yer apologizin' now,"
"Because I'm usually a lot better at this." Amai replied in dismay, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "I've been on, like, a hundred dates and I've kissed my fair share of boys, thank you very much. But they're really easy to understand and manipulate and I know exactly what to say and do to make them go out with me, or buy me a snack, or something."
Oh wow, here it all was. She really couldn't control her mouth when she was around Jin. Nope- stop thinking about mouths, because then you'll talk about kissing again.
Amai pointed accusingly at Jin. "You are too difficult to get! You're not like the boys I go to school with! I just don't know what I'm supposed to do or what this is and –"
Hackneyed. That's what it was to be interrupted with a kiss. But there it was, all the same. The pressure of his lips against hers, rough like the rest of him. She found herself leaning into it, her hands on his knees as she kissed back. A moment later, Amai stopped as she felt his smile.
She drew back, giving him the stink eye. "What's so funny?"
"Ya sure made a big deal outta not knowin' what to do," Jin gave her his signature grin. "Seems yer a right good kisser. Here I was thinkin' me face was clear as the sky on a sunny day! I didna know ya couldna see what I was thinkin'."
Amai pouted. "All you do is tease me. What am I supposed to think?"
Rolling her eyes, she sat back, her fingers dancing nervously across her knees. In that way, boys didn't differ much. They teased the girls they liked. It still left her wondering what this whole thing was. Obviously it wasn't the same as if she were dating a regular human boy. At least, it didn't feel the same.
"So…" Amai huffed, blowing her bangs askew. "What… what is this?"
Jin watched her pensively, leaning his chin into his hand. He shrugged casually. "Dunno. Jus' a kiss. But I wouldna mind another,"
That sly addition made Amai blush and smile. Alright. Just a kiss. She could deal with that. And if turned into something more than just a kiss, then they could cross that bridge when they came to it. And Amai had a feeling that they were in it for the long haul.
"Hmm," she replied. "You do seem out of practice. We can fix that."