Natsume Hyuuga was anything than happy.

But when Mikan Sakura had moved next door, he got acquainted with the word.

Funny how their little bickering gives light to his boorish day, it'd rather give him a smug face all throughout the span of his work that it made the employees cower in fear. Of course, they all thought that he had killed someone to be this happy, because Natsume Hyuuga doesn't give two fucks about pretty faces and women.

Which was not entirely true, especially when it would be about Mikan.

Ah yes, little miss Mikan with her small heart shaped face, big enthralling brown eyes, and full lips, he dreamed about kissing them for hours.

She was such a pretty lady.

Now only he wasn't such a pompous prick, she might like him.

"You and your goddamn big ass ego." He would scold himself inwardly whenever he'd give out such prick comments to her, earning a kick on the shin and frown on her face, she still looked adorable tho.

She too wasn't like those other women with pretty faces he had encountered. No, she was much more than anything he had ever encountered. It intrigued him nonetheless.

It had already been a month when Mikan had moved in the apartment in front of his, not that he minded, he'd like coming out just to look at her but that seemed stalkerish and out of character. He was too cool for something like that.

Something like that?

Mikan wasn't anything near brooding. In fact, she was far from it and felt joyous most of the time.

But the man next door was. Or like, in front of her apartment door mayhaps.

She'd see him out of his man-cave and looking stunning like every other day he does as if he came out from which ever men's magazine had the hottest pecks and god darn Adonis face, it made her drool at tad bit at the sight but then of course, who wouldn't?

It had been a month since Mikan had settled in her new cozy expensive apartment, and everything was going well per se, her lifestyle was but then that occasional prick that let out smart ass comments about the things she does or say, he made her feel like a dimwit.

And the Mikan Sakura now was nowhere near a dimwitted lady, yet she could never find any greater comebacks than insulting his pretty face which led him smirking at her every after argument.

Oh, how much she'd give to wipe that dang smirk of his face.

"You mean like kiss him?" She argued with her inner self, she blushed at the thought. Great, even her inward side of consciousness is into him.

He was as every bit of the type of man she disagree with; rude, conceited, and self-centered. But her womanly intuition tells her otherwise.

Sure he was such a sour puss at first, but then he never, not ever denied any call for helps she dragged him about, especially with late night runs at the convenience store which she found really sweet. and boyfriend-ish?

Was she really prepared for that?

Natsume walked out his apartment with a frown plastered on his face as he glanced at the door strides away before him, sighing to himself as he realized that she wasn't coming out. With a resolute stride he walked through the halls and into the elevator, tapping his foot as he waited for the elevator doors to close.

All of a sudden, he saw Mikan darting out of the hallway, yelling for him to hold the door. Gawking stupidly, he managed to push the button.

The close button.

It happened so fast, he found the moment to blink a second too late as he was whipped by a blur of brunette. Mikan had managed to slip inside the elevator before it closed.

Huffing and steadying herself on the now closed elevator door, mildly cussing to herself as she gathered her breath. She snapped her head at him and gave him the coldest glare as she could muster before shoving him back a little that it set him off of balance, then proceeded to pushing all the buttons of the nearly 50th floored apartment.

She spun around and gave him the smuggest grin he ever saw and said airily "You started it."

He stood there dumbfound, his mouth agape and twinkle-toed as he stood albeit non so highly considering the fact that he hadn't straightened himself after she knocked him out of scale.

"Close your mouth, you might catch flies with that." He obliged. She smirked, scooting a little away from him.

"I'd like to wipe that smirk off your face." Natsume said suggestively, his tone dripping with fervor. Natsume had finally straighten himself, stand on his full height of 6'5.

Raising a brow but not quite getting what he meant being the less dimwit she deemed herself she wasn't, Mikan looked at him as if she was accepting a challenge.

"Oh? Well, bite me." She retorted rather spitefully.

And biting he did.

As he swiftly circled his arms around her waist, enticing a gasp from her giving him an opportunity for an open mouthed kiss much to his delight and her abhorred innocence. His tongue darted out, battled against her teeth and kissed her breathless.

Ending the kiss with a bite her bottom lip he retreated, smugly looking at her as if winning the silent charade they prattled about.

Mikan had huffed after snapping after trance, stomping her heel at his feet and waited for the elevator doors to open again and shuffle out, Natsume catching up to her. Laughter followed as he saw how beet red she was when he stridden beside her, their hands intertwined as they exited the building.

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Hey guys- sorry about the late update. to anyone who has read my story "Cut to the chase" i will hopefully be updating it by next week. Hopefully, since school rather sucks my time to no end. i has too squeeze this one out. i do apologize if this story seemed fast paced and little bit out of content, seeing oneshots aren't really my forte.

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