The locker room was empty but Wakamatsu didn't find that comforting. His socks squelched in his soaked sneakers, and every waterlogged squeak across the tile seemed to scream to the heavens that Wakamatsu Hirotaka had just been compromised.

Something between them had changed-something primal.

His mind flashed to her body, hot and cold, pressed to him, digging him into the concrete while her eyes laughed in victory. Heat curled across his ears and shot to uncomfortable places, and the chill of his clothes no longer kept his body in check. When did he start seeing Seo as a woman? And how could she be so brazen about what she wanted from him? He couldn't handle stuff like this - he'd never even been kissed!

Pulling out a towel, Wakamatsu stripped off his soaked uniform and exchanged them for his spare gym clothes. People don't just wrestle you to the ground and bluntly tell you that they find you irresistible. How was this his life now? He groaned into his hands, letting out a sob of frustration.

Benches were gathered in a semicircle around the ancient TV the coach used to show old game tapes. He slumped down onto the worn wood. He stared at the tile as all of their encounters played through his mind over and over. What was he going to do? He had told her how his heart belonged to Lorelai, and she had charged forward with utter disregard. He didn't want to lead her on.

But was it leading her on when she made his heart pound like this? Did he like Seo?

The creak of the locker room door made him jump, losing his train of thought. Seo also had changed into her gym clothes, holding a towel in one hand and an old VCR tape in the other.

"Seo-sempai, this is the men's locker room! You can't be in here!" He stuttered out, using his towel to cover his already-dressed form out of reflex.

"Relax Waka, it's not like I haven't been in here before." She strolled over to the ancient TV, sliding in the tape. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"What? After – after all that outside? You're crazy! And what do you mean you've been in here before?!"

She shrugged. "The away team always takes the girls locker room for our games, dummy. As for why a movie, it'll take you're mind off of it, right? Otherwise you'll just sulk some more."

Hirotaka couldn't exactly argue with her statement; after the frightening turn his brain had taken before she walked in he decided it was best to distract himself at all costs. Even if horror movies made him queasy.

"Fine, but only because I don't want to walk home until my uniform is dry. If I leave it wet in the locker it'll get rust on it."

"Fine by me." She pressed a few buttons on the cassette player and it stuttered into action.

Seo slid into the seat next to him, eyes trained on the tacky 80's horror film that crackled across the TV screen. He shuddered when her thigh brushed against his hand – since when was he so sensitive about her body being close?

He shook his head and trained his attention on the movie. He didn't want to think about this right now, and while he usually hated horror films at the very least it was distracting.

Most of the movie passed in relative silence, aside from the occasional chuckle from Seo over the tacky gore effects. At a certain point he found that he was no longer watching the movie but watching the way the colored light played against her face as she laughed. Before he could catch himself she turned towards him.

"What, is there something on my face?"

He flushed, averting his gaze to the floor. "No, I just- I mean, what's with you today? Did I do something?"

"Other then be cute? No." There she was calling him cute again. The air of the locker room seemed to thicken and he found himself coughing.

"This is way worse than getting beat up or made fun of! Please stop teasing..."

"Dude, learn to take a compliment." She rolled her eyes and stood up, turning towards him with her back to the television screen. The credits rolled past her shoulders.

He found himself stiffen, crossing his arms. "It's just... unexpected!"

She laughed and leaned forwards "Only to you, Waka." She planted a kiss on his forehead and began to turn towards the TV. "Well, guess since the movie is over we should-"

Hirotaka still didn't understand what this was, but he knew he couldn't go home and stew on this.

He thought back to all the times where he felt anxious with her, that and a feeling that he hadn't wanted to name. But his fingers still itched from where they had brushed against her thigh nearly an hour ago, and she was standing in front of him haloed in light from the screen.

He reached out and grabbed the hem of her shirt with his treacherous, itching fingers. He gulped. What in the hell was he doing?!

"S-Seo-sempai, please... I don't understand..."

She sighed, turning again towards him. "Then let me show you." She stepped towards him, and with a smooth motion she straddled him for the second time that evening. She had an amused smile as she settled, placing his hands on her hips, but he could only see it in his periphery because he was very determinedly looking up at the ceiling.

"You know if you want to stare at the ceiling and think of England I won't stop you," She whispered against his neck, making him shiver, "cuz I'm going to wait for you to kiss me first."

He could feel her lips brushing down the column of his throat, making him jerk from the tickling sensation. "What do you call that then?" Hirotaka squeaked, fingernails digging into her hips, keeping his hands firmly planted.

"I mean on the lips, dummy." She tisked, moving her lips up to his cheek. Her hands gently pulled at the hem of his cotton gym shirt, hands splaying over his stomach. She chuckled in appreciation."Consider these courage-boosters."

Wakamatsu gritted his teeth – of course this had to become a contest, and of course he was going to play along because this was Seo and he needed to hold on to some semblance of his ego. He convinced himself that he looked stoic while her lips pressed against his cheeks, his temple, his forehead, but he could feel the fire curling behind his eyeballs. He squeezed them shut – his mind racing. What was going to happen when he finally caved and she realized he was the literal worst at kissing? The small voice chided that he couldn't know that he was the worst, so might as well find out, but his body stayed stock still out of pure terror.

After a few minutes of this he heard Seo sigh in frustration. "Going to make me bring out the big guns huh?" He felt her sit up a bit, one hand moving from his stomach and wrapping around the back of his head. He peeked upwards at her. Was she giving up?

That thought did not last long. Her nails dug into the back of his scalp, grabbing a fistful of hair. He yelped, hands flying up to her shoulders to try to pull her away, only to have all the breath ripped from his lungs. She ground her hips downwards, licking her lips as she glared down at him.

What kind of guy has a girl grind on him before he's even been kissed? The room spun as he reached to trap her hips, but even her limited gyrations against him left him profoundly hot and bothered. Gym shorts did nothing to hide the fact that he was harder then he'd ever been in his life, and he hoped against hope that somehow she didn't notice.

Fat chance.

Her prideful glower turned into a very self satisfied grin. She bent forward again, gently biting into the soft flesh under his right ear. "Happy, huh?"

He had no idea why her voice was doing such things to him, but he arched, pulling her closer. Once again he'd forgotten how to breathe.

"Cave."

"No."

"C'mon."

"I can't! My heart..." He slammed his eyes shut, trying to regain control of his body. He was losing it – all he could think about was the possibility of her lips on his.

"Belongs to me." She said it like it was any old fact, like the temperature that water freezes. However, a stillness followed. He opened his eyes and saw her eyes trained on his. For being so certain, he could have sworn she looked nervous.

The white noise from the television crackled across the air. Her hair was still wet, frizzing in the humid locker room, and she had no makeup. This was Seo Yuzuki, and she had put all her cards out on the table. Now what was he supposed to do?

After a pregnant pause, Seo smiled softly, "Fine Waka, I'll leave you be." She leaned forward for a goodbye kiss on his forehead, but his hands shot back to her shoulders, holding her back.

Frowning, she began to slump backwards, but soon both of his hands slid up her neck and tangled in her hair, pulling her forward. Then, he kissed her.

"I like it better when you win, Seo-sempai." Hirotaka murmured against her lips as he pulled away, blushing, but strangely not feeling embarrassed.

"Me too." Seo quipped, fingers burying in his shirt and hair, drawing him in for another.