บท 23: The Sugar Jar
"So! They'll be brought to your house in a week?" Toru chimes as we arrive at my apartment our things in hand. My drink was practically gone now, considering Toru had all but chugged it down; he must've been really thirsty. Nope, it tasted like Kimiko, and he loved every sip of it. I snatch it from him as he goes to take the last drink, sucking the last of it down. "No fair!" Toru protests as I swallow, unlocking my apartment and opening the door. "Yes, they'll bring that and all the other stuff I paid for." I say, heading inside and sliding down the wall to take off my combat boots. Toru leans down, cupping my chin and pulling me into a kiss. His hot tongue slides into my mouth, rubbing against mine and making me moan. I nip his tongue before pulling away, focusing on untying my boots. "Why'd you pull away?" Toru asks, his voice low and breathy as I grin up at him. "You're still grounded, mister." I say, sliding off my shoes and setting them to the side. He groans, sliding off his shoes before he picks me up, kicking the door shut behind us. "No one will know if we do it here, we're alone anyways." Toru says and I giggle as he carries me deeper into the house, towards my room.
"Mm, I dunno about that. Aima has this sixth sense when it comes to stuff like that, it's really weird. She can sniff sex from a thousand miles away, especially when it comes to me." I say as Toru opens my room door, carrying me over and setting me down on the bed. "No, she can't." Toru chuckles, gently leaning down and kissing my neck, making me shiver. "How much do you wanna bet?" I ask, grinning as I tangle my fingers in his hair. "If you win, I'll owe you a favor." I chime and he chuckles, kissing me softly. "I'll bet the surprise gift I got you. If you win, I'll give it to you now instead of later." He says and I nod, kissing him back as he sets our bags on the bed. His hands slide down to my hips, slowly brushing the hem of my dress up and out of the way. He palms my ass, squeezing it lightly and groaning as his lips drop to my neck. "5...4...3...2…" I whisper, my phone ringing right on que, Toru pausing as I giggle. I grab my phone from my bag, answering it and putting it on speaker. "My sex senses were tingling. Who are you with?" Aima asks and Toru looks shocked, though I just laugh. "You just won me a bet!" I laugh as Toru looks mortified, staring at the phone.
"I've barely done anything and you could tell that?" Toru asks and Aima cackles, something rustling. "I knew it was you, you naughty boy." Aima says and I push Toru away, smiling at him. "I told him you'd know, but he didn't listen. I made a bet that you would know and I won that bet; don't worry, I won't let him do anything. He's just gonna try opening a jar I can't open and then I'm kicking him out." I say and Aima huffs, as I grab the bag of clothes, pulling out my two new sweaters so I can put them away later. "Well, I'm staying on the phone to guarantee that." Aima says and I laugh, taking my phone and shoving it in my back pocket. "Hai~ come on Kawa-Senpai, carry me to the kitchen so you can try to open that jar for me." I say and he grumbles, scooping me up and carrying me to the kitchen. "So, how was your guy's date?" Aima asks from my back pocket as Toru sets me down on the counter. "I was slapped, Yuki appeared and I got a cat and a kitten coming in a week." I say, reaching in the cabinet above me and pulling out a jar of sugar and handing it to Toru. "Wait, are you busting out the sugar jar?" Aima asks as Toru takes the jar, trying to open it.
"Yeah, can you get me some apples for pie?" I ask and Aima gasps deeply. "I'll grab a ton, make a lot of pies!" Aima chimes and I snort, watching as Toru struggles with the jar, seeming confused. "How tight is this thing?" Toru grunts, clenching his teeth as Aima clears her throat. "I hope he's not talking about-" Aima says and I laugh, video calling her and showing her Toru. "The lid is stuck- I've tried everything, so I'm resorting to man power." I joke and Aima laughs, smiling at me. "I'll run stop by the store and come to your house, you're going to tell me everything about the date and we'll watch Toru struggle with the jar together over apple slices." Aima says and I snort, peeking into the cabinet above me. "Grab some peanut butter while you're at it- you know what, actually, I'm going to make icing and caramel too. I feel bakey today." I say, reaching up and grabbing my plain granulated sugar. "Oh sweet, I'll buy tons of apples then. Anything you don't use I'll snack away at the end of the week." Aima says and I nod, though I realize she can't see me. "Sounds like a plan, you watch Toru, I'm going to start cooking." I say, setting my phone down facing Toru.
I slide off the counter, gather things together and begin to boil the sugar and water, mixing together a cream cheese dip and making an icing dip. Toru groans, setting down the jar and flexing his fingers. "You give up?" I ask, cutting the heat for my boiling sugar water, adding whip cream and butter, stirring it together. "Taking a quick break. It smells amazing, what the heck have you been making?" Toru asks, coming up behind me and setting his hands on my hips. "Oh, just a bunch of dips for apples. I probably made too much honestly." I mumble, pouring the caramel mix into a container to cool down. "Is that caramel?" Toru asks, seeming amazed as I nod, running the pan under hot water. "Yeah, don't touch it, it's hot." I say, moving back to my icing and stirring it so it doesn't get too thick- I liked it runny. "Jeez, it does smell amazing in here." Aima says, coming in the front door and bringing in bags full of apples. "Yeah, I kinda went overboard." I laugh and she hums, setting down the apples and looking at me. "that bad, huh?" She asks and I shrug, looking in the bags of apples. "I'm gonna start cutting some of these up." I say, grabbing a cutting board and a knife.
"Let me try the jar, lets see if I can get it open." Aima says, grabbing the jar and trying to open it, to no avail. "God damn girl." Aima grumbles and I grab an apple, coring it and slicing it up into bite size pieces. "I've been trying for a week now." I say, dropping the apple slices onto a plate before grabbing another apple. "A week? Hold on…" Aima says, setting down the jar and pulling out her phone. "Time to call in the calvary." Aima chimes, tapping away on her phone and humming. "So! While we wait, why don't you tell me about what happened on your date? What did Yuki say?" Aima chimes and I pause mid slice of an apple, grimacing at the board. "The usual." I mumble, continuing to cut up the apple. "Really? Even after what he did he's still on about that?" Aima snorts, snagging an apple slice and snacking on it. "I mean, honestly Aima, what did you expect?" I ask, finishing the apple I was working on and moving on to the next. "Oh, I don't know, that he dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness?" Aima says, making me snort and shake my head. "Yeah right, you and I both know there's only one reason he'd drop to his knees." I mumble and she snorts, tapping on her phone.
"He's lucky that you didn't tell me what school he goes to, or else I would've forced him to apologise profusely." Aima says and I snort, shaking my head again. "Yeah right, then it wouldn't be heartfelt… we both know he doesn't give a shit, he couldn't give less than a fuck." I say, slicing up another apple as Aima sighs. "Still, what he did… it just wasn't right." Aima mumbles, though Toru's hands settle on my hips. "Do you want to talk about it?" Toru asks and I pause, hesitating though he kisses the back of my head. "Hang on. I'll be back." He mumbles, wandering back to the room. I keep slicing the apple, dumping the slices onto the plate. "So he just wanted between your legs?" Aima whispers and I just nod, avoiding looking at her. "Jeez, you think he'd know he fucked up enough-" Aima says, falling silent as Toru comes back, a small bag in his hand. He comes over, setting it in front of me as I look up at him, raising an eyebrow. "It's that surprise gift I got you." Toru says, reaching in and pulling out a small velvet case, fiddling around with it. "It's a friendship ring. They're not common, but… I felt like I should get you one." Toru says, popping the lid of the box open, turning it to me.
There was a small tiara-like ring nestled in the cushion of the box, it sparkled and shined in all sorts of ways- it was so pretty! The silver band, the clear gems- I hope it wasn't real, it looked incredibly expensive if it was. "I know it's probably silly… but I want this to symbolize the connection we have. The part of you that you want to show me, the part of me I want to show you- it's a promise that no matter what, I'll do my best to accept everything about you. I hope you'll do the same for me, and that you'll trust me with my little piece of you like what I plan to do with you." Toru says and Aima gasps, looking between the two of us with a big smile on her face. "That's not silly- I would put it on right now but my hands are probably dirty." I giggle, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "But I really do appreciate it, and I'll cherish it just like our connection. I'll put it on later, or I'll find a chain so I can wear it all the time." I say, though he chuckles and takes the ring, reaching for my neck. I lift my chin so he has more access, feeling him fiddle with the choker I was wearing- I forgot about that, it was so snug on my neck. Something snaps and he pulls back, kissing my nose softly and smiling widely at me.
"There. It's not going anywhere now." Toru chimes and I blink, looking up at him. "Eh? Wait- is it? That's really cool! How?" I ask, laughing as I realize I wouldn't be able to see it even if I wanted to. Toru pulls out his phone, snapping a picture and showing me. "It's a custom set, the ring was made to snap onto the choker right here, on this small ring. There's a trick to opening it, so whenever you want to wear it you'll have to come to me and ask." Toru says and I hum, smiling up at him. "Thank you, Kawa-Senpai. I love it." I say and he steps back, grinning at me. "Pose! I want a picture." Toru chimes so I set the knife down, posing for him and smiling widely. He snaps a picture before taking a selfie with me in the background, both of us holding up peace signs as I laugh. The doorbell rings and I pause, confused- my mom had a key- I hadn't invited anyone. "The calvary is here! We'll be opening that jar tonight, or… or we'll figure something out, I don't know." Aima says, skipping to the door and opening it up. "Come on in and make your way to the living room. Misaki, you and I will be in the kitchen with Kimiko." Aima chimes, coming back and dragging Misaki into the kitchen.
Everyone from Karasuno starts flooding in, making me pause as I look at Aima. "Wait, did you invite everyone?" I ask, confused as I grab the knife, continuing to cut apples. "Well, I invited everyone, but not everyone could come. Specifically the Fukurodani and Nekoma team, with them being too far and all." Aima says, snagging another apple to munch on. "Jeez, Aima. It's just a jar." I say as Toru takes the jar, carrying it to the living room and setting it on the coffee table. "Yeah, it is just a jar- A jar we couldn't open. One of these guys has to be able to do it." Aima says, her and Misaki sitting onto the counter across from me. "Okay, well, don't go too wild. No teeth, and don't go spilling the sugar everywhere. May the odds be ever in your favor." I laugh, continuing to cut the apples as Daichi lifts the jar, eyeing it. "It looks easy enough, we'll have it open for you in no time." Daichi says, moving to try and open it- he furrowed his eyebrows, trying a little harder. "Oh." He mumbles getting a better grip on it and twisting even more, pressing his lips together. "Let me try!" Ryu says, holding out his hand. Daichi offers him the jar, seeming pretty startled by how stuck it was.
"Holy fucking shit, what the hell is with this jar!" Suga says a while later, his face curled up in concentration as Aima laughs. "What did I tell you? I've been trying for a week." I say, bringing over another plate of apples. They had already blown through the majority of the apples and dip; they had practically devoured it all, proclaiming their undying love for each one. I set down the plate, Ryu and Noya already snagging another apple and dipping it in the caramel- their personal favorite. "Here, give it to me." I say and Suga sighs, offering me the jar he had been struggling with. I take a seat on the arm of the couch, sliding the jar between my legs, squeezing it tight with my thighs. I grab the lid tight, putting all my weight into twisting it and slowly breathing out. "Oh damn, you're about to break the jar with your thighs before you even open it!" Misaki laughs, making me laugh as I lose my concentration. "God damn, it's still as stuck as could be." I say, setting the jar back on the coffee table and tucking my legs together. I was still wearing my outfit from earlier, since I hadn't had an opportunity to change. When Noya and Ryu had seen, they were hooting, hollering and whistling in excitement.
"Okay then! How about we make things more interesting. Whoever opens the jar gets to stay the night with Kimiko!" Aima says, snagging another apple and dipping it in the cream cheese dip. Everyone darts for the jar but Ryu snags it first, puffing his cheeks as he desperately twists the lid. "You each get a minute to try! You can only use your hands and thighs." Aima chimes and I laugh, watching as Ryu makes all kinds of faces, battling with the jar. "I'm so recording this." Misaki giggles, busting out her phone and beginning to record as Ryu's face turns red, making a super ridiculous face as he tries to open the lid. I laugh even harder, clapping my hands and whistling for him. "Go! Go! Go!" I cheer, pumping my fist as everyone joins in, Ryu's face only getting more and more ridiculous as he goes on. "And… times up!" Aima says, Ryu groaning as Noya snatches the jar from his hand. We all laugh as Noya starts rolling around with the jar, fumbling with the lid as everyone else cheers him on, though he fails too. Noya and Ryu both curl in the corner of the room, sobbing dramatically. Daichi rolls up his sleeves, grinning as he takes the jar, grabbing on tight and starting to twist.
The doorbell rings while everyone laughs and I can't help but smile, going to open it. I peek through the peephole just in case, seeing that Iwai was outside the door. "Hey Iwai-Senpai! Have you come to try your hand at the jar?" I chime as I open the door, though his lip twitches as he steps inside. "You guys still haven't opened it?" He asks and I laugh, shutting the door behind him. "Nope, it's sealed tighter than fort knox. Aima made it interesting though, whoever opens it gets to stay the night with me." I say and he hums, helping me back to the living room. Tobio was trying his hand at the jar, his face curled in a nasty snarl as he tried opening it. "Time!" Aima says, slashing her arm through the air as Tobio clicks his tongue, scowling as he puts the jar down. "Let your Senpai show you how to do it!" Toru says, taking the jar with a cocky grin, grabbing onto the lid and holding it tight to his chest. He puffs up his cheeks, twisting with all his might, his face slowly turning red. I take my seat on the arm of the chair, Iwai standing beside me and watching in amusement. I was sitting next to Asahi, Suga beside him and Daichi on the far side of the couch.
Misaki and Aima were on the recliner together, munching on the apples I had brought. Ryu and Noya were curled in the far corner, still pouting since they had lost. Tsuki was sitting at the bar on his phone, munching on his own little plate of dip and apples- he had opted not to participate, and instead kept me company in the kitchen when I was cutting apples. Tobio and Shoyo were sitting on the opposite side of the table, arguing with each other about how their method of opening the jar was better. Toru stood beside them, currently holding the jar, his face bright red. "Time!" Aima says, clapping her hands as Toru lets out a breath, pouting as he holds the jar loosely. "Give it here." Iwai says, reaching his hand out for the jar as everyone looks over surprised, having not noticed that he appeared. Toru reluctantly gives him the jar and Iwai looks at me, giving me a sweet smile. "Mind helping me? Just let me borrow your thighs." Iwai says and my cheeks burn, my mind flashing to Kuroo- he usually said that to me and meant dirty things. "I just need you to hold this still while I twist it- your skin will give it traction." Iwai says, shaking the jar as my lips form an 'o', nodding my head.
I take the jar, sliding it between my legs and squeezing it with my thighs, leaning back so he could reach. "As tight as you can, Babes." Iwai says and I squeeze it tighter, crossing my ankles. Iwai nods, rolling up his sleeves before he grabs the lid with one hand, his other hand grabbing my bare thigh. I watch as his arm flexes, his grip on my thigh tightening- feeling a little thrill as he starts twisting. I feel the jar trying to twist against my skin but I just squeeze my legs tighter together, tensing the whole lower half of my body, leaning back even more. "That's it." Iwai chuckles as he takes a deep breath, his arm tensing as he twists even harder. I gasp when the lid finally gives, letting out a sharp laugh as he grins, twisting it open. We both loosen our grip, the lid now rolling off with no problem as Aima takes it out from between my legs. "Behold! The jar has been open! We have our winner!" Aima says, lifting Iwai's hand as everyone groans in disappointment. "Are your thighs okay?" Iwai asks and I look down, seeing that there was a red mark where the jar had been. "Oh I'm fine, it doesn't hurt." I say, offering him a sweet smile as I stand up, pulling my skirt back down- it had started to slip up.
Tobio's stomach growls loudly, his cheeks turning red as he clears his throat. "How about I make dinner? In honor of your efforts to open the jar, I'll make a big dinner, Aima's treat." I giggle as everyone cheers and I head back to the kitchen, though I hear the front door click as I pass. The door opens and my mom steps in, Akira standing beside her. "Oh my God!" I scream, dashing over and scooping him into my arms. I cry out happily, looking up at mom as she smiles widely at me. "Surprise, sweety!" She cheers and I start sobbing, holding on tight to Akira as he laughs. "I was finally cleared to come home!" He says and I hear Aima gasp from behind me. "Akira!!! Oh my gosh!" Aima squeals as she dashes over, hugging Akira and I together. "Wait, Akira? Oh my gosh, it's my little buddy!" Misaki yells, coming dashing from the living room. She crashes into us making Aima and I laugh as we take the brunt of the force. "I- Akira! Oh my gosh, I'm so happy you're here! Welcome home!" I say, dragging him into the house with a big grin on my face. "Oh? Who are these people, sweety?" My mom asks as she drops her things off in the kitchen and I glance back at everyone.
"Oh! This is the volleyball team, plus Kyo-kun's Senpai." I laugh, stopping as everyone looked curiously, Noya and Ryu bolting over like they hadn't been pouting. "Everyone, this is Akira! My younger brother!" I chime, Ryu and Noya holding out their hands excitedly. "We've heard a lot about you buddy!" Ryu chimes, Akira takes turns shaking their hands. "Kimi, why don't you let Akira get acquainted with your friends and help me unpack my things?" My mother says and I feel my smile falter, helping her carry her things into her room. "What happened to your cheek?" She asks quietly and I look her straight in the eyes. "Someone smacked me." I say and she searches my eyes, slowly nodding. "I wouldn't get into a fight mom, only stop them and finish them." I say and she sighs, both of us unpacking her things. "I trust you sweety… but what happened to your thighs?" She asks and I can't help but laugh softly. "The sugar jar was jammed again." I say and she laughs, knowing full well how stubborn the jar is. "And all the boys?" She asks finally, raising an eyebrow at me. "Aima called them over to help open the jar." I say and my mom snorts, knowing full well how Aima could be.
"The outfit?" My mom asks and I groan, running a hand over my face. "I had a date, I haven't had the chance to change yet." I say and she hums, wiggling her eyebrows at me. "Is your date still here?" She chimes, making me laugh even harder. "Yes, he is." I say, putting the last of her things away as she smiles. "Which one? Have you done it with them yet? Are those boys in the competition?" My mom asks and I smile widely at her. "Oikawa-Senpai, he's the one with the striped shirt, and yes we have. And yes, those boys are all from the competition. They're all going to stick around for dinner if that's alright?" I ask and she smiles, clapping her excitedly. "The more the merrier! You go get groceries, I'm going to get acquainted with your possible boyfriend's!" My mom says, dashing past me and making me laugh as I follow behind her. "Don't get too excited mom, we're not that close yet!" I say and she waves her hand, rolling her eyes. "Oh please, Sweetie, I barely even knew your father before we did the tango." She chimes and I snort, though Akira clears his throat. "Where's Kozu-kun and Kuroo-kun?" Akira says and I turn to him, raising my eyebrow.
"They're at home, I assume. Why? You want me to go boot up my laptop?" I ask though he shakes his head, smiling widely at me. "I want you to get them here for me!" Akira says and I let out a sharp laugh, twinkling my fingers. "If you click your heels three times, they'll magically appear." I say and Akira rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "Yeah right, this isn't Oz!" Akira says and I put a hand to my chest, pretending to be offended. "Why I never- I'll show you! 1-2-" I say, make a dramatic show of clicking my heels together, though on the third the doorbell rings. I blink, furrowing my eyebrows as my mom goes to open the door. "Oh wow sweetie, you're good!" My mom laughs from the front door, the last of the competition boys come in. "Holy cow, is everyone here?" I laugh, though Arthur runs over and scoops Akira up into the air. "Well if it isn't Akira! Why didn't you tell me you were getting out of the slammer!" Arthur says, spinning Akira around and making him laugh. "Arthur! Long time no see!" Akira says as Arthur sets him down, holding out his arm. The two bump their arms together, pulling back and doing a fist bump, finishing with dramatic finger guns, going 'pow pow' at each other.
I look over at Kuroo, Kozu, Akaashi and Bokuto confused, considering they were all here- wait. "Arthur, did you go get them?" I laugh as he grins widely, giving me two thumbs up. "How could I let them miss out on the fun?" He chimes and I snort, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh, yes, but how could you leave out Kyo-Kun?" I say and Arthur sticks out his tongue, acting disgusted. "Like I'd let him in my car, I don't want-" Arthur says though my mom smacks him on the back of the head. "Arthur, don't even! Kimi, sweetie, take the car and pick Kyotani-kun up. You can grab groceries on the way back." My mom says, taking Arthur's keys and offering them to me. "Shoot, I would but my ankle is hurt." I say, though Akira snatches the keys and dashes up to Kuroo, a big smile on his face. "Do you know how to drive?" He asks and Kuroo blinks down at him. "Yeah." He says and Akira points a finger at me, a big smile on his face. "I got you bro, take my sister and go. Put the moves on her, become my stepbro already." Akira says, offering him the keys and Kuroo barks out a laugh. "Akira-" I try to protest but he shushes me, coming over and starting to shove me to the door.
"Nope! You're going, it's happening. I demand it as your little brother." Akira says and I laugh, letting him push me to the door. "You are so spoiled, little boy." I say, though Arthur grabs my purse and brings it over to me. "Use my card, make us something great. No holding back, you got me?" Arthur says, giving me my purse as I slide on my combat boots. "Fine, fine I get it! It's spoil Akira rotten day. I'll make sure to grab a bag of cotton candy for you." I say, ruffling Akira's hair as I reach for my crutches. Kuroo scoops me up and over his shoulder, making me squeal as he opens the door. "We'll be back!" He calls, grabbing my crutches and carrying my out without another word. "Kuroo! I can walk by myself!" I protest, grabbing onto his shoulders as his hand cups my ass, my body blossoming from his heat. "Yes, but we're going shopping, which means you'll be walking around on your ankle. I'd rather carry you down the stairs now so your ankle doesn't hurt you later." Kuroo says and I huff, wrapping my legs around his torso. "I'll have you know my ankle is practically healed. In fact, it should be good to go tomorrow." I say as Kuroo pulls me down his chest so he's just carrying me.
"That's tomorrow. Not today. Just let me carry you." He says, looking in my eyes- my heart flutters in my chest, seeing those beautiful golden eyes. They looked different from his usual teasing, they looked full of desire, passion, affection- what had happened? Did something change? When did things change? He sets me down by the car, clicking the unlock button and opening the door for me. I slide in, taking a seat and sliding on my seatbelt. Kuroo closes the door and rounds the car, sliding into his side. "So, you drive?" Kuroo asks, putting on his seatbelt and closing the door. "Yupp, and I could put your ass in the dust in a stick shift." I giggle, as he turns the car on, glancing around. "Where am I going?" He asks as I drop my bag down onto the floor. "I'll direct you, but for now just go straight." I say and he nods, putting the car into gear and easily sliding us out of the parallel park that Arthur had done. "How have things been?" Kuroo asks and I hum, stretching my legs out and looking out at the streets. "I still haven't told them. I didn't even know Akira was getting out of the hospital…" I mumble, fiddling with my fingers in my lap- while I was happy for him to be out, I was anxious.
Kuroo's hand slid onto my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and making me feel hot all over. "Your mom let Aima know, that's why Aima got everyone together. It was a surprise for you and a celebration for Akira." Kuroo says and I can't help but laugh, though he doesn't move his hand. "Sounds about right." I say, knowing that Aima would have planned something like that. "We can tell them after dinner, all of us, together." Kuroo says softly and I blow out a breath, though he squeezes my thigh again. "It'll be okay, you're not alone. Akira will be fine, he's a strong boy. He just needs to know you're strong too." Kuroo says softly and I slowly nod, Kuroo slowly stroking my thigh lightly. "What happened to your cheek?" He asks, though I tingle where he was touching. "Take the next left. I got into it with one of Oikawa's fan girls- she got a nice hook for it." I say and Kuroo laughs, easily taking the left- why was his driving so sexy? He was so at ease, so graceful on the steering wheel- it was making me hot all over. "Is that why you're dressed up so nice?" Kuroo asks, his pinky wiggling over my inner thigh and I snort. "I was tricked into this." I say and Kuroo hums, sparing me a glance.
"And this?" He asks, his finger sliding to my neck, tugging the ring lightly. "It was a gift- a friendship ring." I say and he hums, his hand sliding back down to my thigh. "Must be a pretty serious friendship. You took a hit for him, he got you a ring and got you dressed up all nice…" Kuroo says, and I hear something in his voice. "Are you jealous?" I ask and he chuckles softly, his thumb brushing over my thigh. "You also have this mark right here." He says and I smile, knowing that he was talking about the one I got from the jar. "Did you dodge the question?" I ask and he pulls the car over in an easy movement, parking it and turning to me. "And if I am?" He asks, searching my eyes I feel a slight flutter in my chest. "I don't know." I admit and he hums, leaning across the center console. "Have you had sex?" He asks softly, searching my eyes as I stare right back. "Once. But he's not the only one." I admit and Kuroo hums, sitting back for a second. "Who else?" He asks, staring out the front windshield. "Suga and Iwai." I say and Kuroo closes his eyes, humming softly. "If you could, would you have them be your first instead of me?" He asks softly, but I don't even have to think about it.
"No." I say easily and Kuroo grins, turning to me. "And if you could have sex with any one of us right now, who would it be?" He asks and I blush, leaning back and thinking about it. Suga was rough, Toru was fast, Iwai was big but slow- if I had to choose… "I'd choose you." I say and he chuckles, low and rough as his finger brushes between my legs. "And after me?" He asks and I hum, wiggling my nose lightly. "Iwai or Kozu." I admit, Kuroo humming softly. "And why them?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Because I could get it slow." I admit and Kuroo unbuckles his seatbelt, climbing out of the car and shutting the door behind him. "Hey!" I protest, watching confused as he rounds the car, opening my door. He reaches in, unbuckling my seatbelt and scooping me out of the car. "What-" I try to protest as he kicks the door shut behind him, opening the rear door and sliding us in. "Ku-" I say though he silences me with his lips, shutting the door behind us before engaging the locks. I close my eyes and he uses his body to lay me down across the seats. He slid himself between my legs, his hand sliding down and cupping my ass, massaging it gently.
"Kuroo, are you mad?" I gasp when he finally pulls away from my lips, his lips kissing along my chin. "No, Kitten. I'm happy." He chuckles, confusing me even more as he gently licks my neck, nipping my collar gently. "You chose me, so I'm giving you what you want." He whispers, seeming to pick up on my unspoken question. "Oh, I didn't think you were being serious." I admit, gasping when he grinds his hard cock between my legs. I moan, feeling his hot body light me on fire, his cock against me making my core drip its liquid heat. "Like I'd ever deny you, Kitten." He chuckles low and rough, making me tingle all over as his lips capturing mine again. His tongue slides into my mouth, tasting like apples and the icing dip I made- I moan when his hot tongue caresses mine, joining him in a slow and lazy dance. I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my hands in his hair and sliding my legs wider. His hand slides down to my hips, sliding my dress up and grabbing onto my bare ass. "God, you're so sexy." He groans softly, biting my tongue gently and making me shiver. His lips pull away from the kiss, dropping down to my neck and leaving small kisses as his fingers grope at my ass.
"Kuroo-Senpai, please!" I beg as I grind my hips up onto him, though he just chuckles. "Oh kitten, but don't you want it slow?" Kuroo asks teasingly, making me whine as he slowly brushes his thumbs over my ass cheeks. "But I want you right now!" I beg, though Kuroo clicks his tongue, shaking his head lightly. "Sorry baby girl, but I'm taking this one nice and slow." Kuroo whispers into my ear, making me shudder as I let out a small whimper. It ached between my legs, though he lazily ground into me, holding me still with his weight and his hands on my ass. "Please?" I beg though he doesn't say anything, just slowly kissing on my neck. "Tetsu!" I whine- still no response, if anything he got even more slow, leaving a lingering kiss behind my ear. I was so dizzy- there had to be something I could say, something I could do to get him. I racked my brain, feeling more and more desperate with each slow kiss on my neck, every lazy rock of his hips into mine. I remembered something he had mentioned once before, feeling a thrill as I leaned up to his ear. "Daddy, please… I need you." I whimper in his ear- his reaction is instant, a shudder tearing through him as he sucked in a sharp breath.
"Oh, baby girl, that's evil…" He chuckles in my ear, making me shiver as he squeezes my ass tight, pulling me harshly against his throbbing cock. "Who taught you that one?" He asks, pulling back and staring me in the eyes as I furrow my eyebrows, looking at him confused. "Oh? No one? Just me?" He chuckles, his eyes twinkling as he hums happily, confusing me even more. "Tetsu-" I beg though he shushes me, sitting back and grinning at me. "No, no, Kitten. I'll let you have your way, but you gotta say the magic words again." Kuroo says, his hand sliding to his pants, hovering over his jeans button. "Please?" I ask and his grin twitches, his eyes lidding a little bit. "Please…" he purrs, unbuttoning his pants and grabbing his zipper. "Daddy?" I mumble, wondering if he meant that word was a magic word. "All together now, loud and clear." He chuckles, his eyes blazing with heat as he slowly lowers his zipper. "Please, Daddy?" I beg and he groans, sitting back and reaching up front. "Good girl." Kuroo chuckles, the passenger seat slides all the way forward before he sits back. He pulls me into his lap, facing away from him as he spreads my legs using his legs, holding my ankles.
"Kitten, put your hands on the passenger seat." Kuroo says, his hands rolling my dress up to my waist, gently brushing his fingers over my back. I lean forward, placing my hands on the back of the seat as he moves his hands away from me. "Keep your hands there, if they move, we stop. Got that?" He asks and I nod, though he smacks my ass lightly. "Out loud baby girl, and don't forget the magic word." Kuroo says, though please didn't make sense in this situation, maybe daddy was a magic word for him? "Yes, daddy." I breath and he gently strokes my ass, sliding his fingers between my legs. "Good girl, I think you're getting the hang of this." He chuckles, sliding my thong to the side and gently sliding his thumb between my wet lips. "Daddy, please, I want you inside of me." I moan and he groans, leaning down and kissing the small of my back and making me shiver. "What do you want, Kitten? My fingers, or my cock?" He asks as I hear a zipper and the rustling of his jeans- he knew the answer already. "I want your cock, Daddy." I say, screaming in bliss when he slams into me all at once, stars flashing over my vision as I feel myself throbbing on his long, thick cock.
"There you go, baby girl, take me." He groans, his hands grabbing onto my hips tightly. I shudder, panting for air- he was stretching me, it was all so sudden- it felt so good. "If you don't start moving, I'm going to pull it out, Kitten." He chuckles, urging me to move my hips as I suck in a breath. He wanted me to ride him? "Can my Kitten not handle all of my cock?" Kuroo teases, making me shudder at the thrill that shoots through me. It was a challenge- I'd be damned if I gave in, I'd show him. I start slow, my body quivering from the pleasure as I slowly slide myself off his cock. "That's more like it." Kuroo groans softly, his thumbs gently stroking my hips as I pause. I bite my lip before I slam myself down on him, making him gasp as I let out a cry of pleasure. It felt so fucking good, he reached so deep, stretched me so much- but I didn't stop, bouncing my hips right back up. I slid him till he almost fell out, slamming myself right back down onto him. "Holy fucking shit, oh god, fuck yes-" Kuroo gasps desperately, his fingers trembling on my hips, his grip tightening. Wet slaps echoed through the car with his groans, his hot cock stretching and piercing deep inside of me.
My body was pulsing with pleasure, but I couldn't stop- even when bliss tore through me, tingling from head to toe. "Kitten…" Kuroo breaths and I look over my shoulder, seeing his head was laid back, his eyes shut. My insides tingle at the sight of his flushed cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he gasped for air, his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, Daddy- Ah- y-you… Mmph! You feel so good!" I moan sweetly- what was it that Iwai had done? It had felt so good, would it make Kuroo feel good too? I move my hips in circles and Kuroo suddenly goes quiet, his mouth opening wider. He lets out a guttural groan, arching his chest as his face contorts in bliss. "Fuck! Oh baby, oh god, oh Kitten! W-wa-" Kuroo gasps, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he lets out a low groan. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop-" Kuroo pants and I feel everything tingle from the thrill that shoots through me. "What's the magic word?" I tease, my voice breathy as he starts rocking his hips into my downstrokes. "Please Kimiko, my Kitten, Baby Girl, my Sweetheart, my Shortcake, my Chibi-chan~" Kuroo purrs, guiding my hips in wider strokes as I pant desperately for air, my body trembling from bliss.
I didn't even know my body could get so hot, that I could want something so bad- even though stars flashed across my vision, even though my body trembled from the bliss that ravaged me, even though I cried out every time our hips slammed together, sending more overwhelming bliss through me- I kept moving, watching Kuroo intently. Tears gathered in his eyes, he bit his bottom lip, his hips rocking into me- slowly getting more desperate, more frantic, rapid- I matched his pace, moving my hips in big arching circles. "Yes, Daddy~ come on, give it to me~ I want it all~" I moan and his eyes suddenly snap open, his hand flying forward and grabbing my hair tight. "You want all of it? Then take it, take all of it, Kitten, take all of me, take every fucking drop of my cum in this sweet, heavenly pussy of yours." He snarls, his eyes burning as he starts slamming into me, making me cry out as he tugs my hair, making my skull tingle. "Take every, single, fucking, drop of me, balls deep in your tight, wet little cunt!" Kuroo growls, thrusting harshly to each word and making me scream as stars take over my vision. "That's it, milk me, Kitten, take all of your daddy's cum-" Kuroo groans throatily, pumping twice more-
He slams into me one more time, his hand flying to the small of my back, holding me down and pinning our hips together. He groans throatily, his cock throbbing rapidly before he sprays his juices into me, deep into my core. My whole body shudders, a sweet moan escaping me as he presses into me still, even though we were as close as could be. His head falls on my back as he pants for air, sprinkling light kisses over my skin. "Good girl…" he chuckles, slowly retracting himself from inside of me as I lay my torso on the passenger seat, gasping for air. He sits back up, fixing my panties before tugging my dress back down into place. "Now, let's get back to what we were doing, shall we?" He chuckles, fixing his clothes before he unlocks the car, carrying me back to the passenger seat and buckling me in. He returns to the driver's side and buckles himself in, turning on the car. He rolls down the windows, checking the road before pulling back onto the road, driving like he hadn't just been buried inside me. A lazy grin spreads over his face as his hand finds my thigh again, stroking it gently with his thumb. "You good?" He asks, keeping an eye on the road as I'm still panting for air.
"Yeah, I'm pretty fucking good right now, thanks for asking. You?" I laugh breathlessly, and he spares me a cocky wink. "I'm fan-fucking-tastic. You should really call me Daddy from now on, I love the way you say it. It's so… so sexy." Kuroo chuckles and I snort, lifting his hand and kissing it softly. "Noted. Take the next right, the store will be right there." I say and his eyes soften, taking the right and pulling into the store's lot. He takes a parking spot close to the door, turning off the car before leaning over and capturing my lips in a sweet, chaste kiss. "Be right back with your chariot, my lady." Kuroo chimes, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car. He jogs up to the store and I pull out my phone, texting Kyo and letting him know we were going to pick him up on our way back from the store so he could join the party. He texted back saying that he'd just walk up to the store and save me the trip; he'd let me know when he arrived. Kuroo knocks lightly on my door before opening it, taking off my seatbelt for me. "Here you go, madam." He says, bowing and gesturing towards- "Oh my God, Bakuroo, I am not getting in that." I laugh, looking at the cart with a toy blue car attached.
"I can't believe you actually convinced me into this." I mumble as I grab another thing off the lower shelf, handing it back to Kuroo to put in the cart. "Well, I did, so here we are." He chuckles, grabbing the thing and putting it into the cart. "What are you making, anyway? I've never seen any of this stuff before. Well, I have, but..." Kuroo says as I point to another thing on the higher shelf. "I'm making stuff from our home. Well, not our home, I'm making stuff from America. Giving Akira a taste of home." I say as Kuroo grabs the thing I was pointing at, putting it in the cart. "You don't consider Japan your home?" He asks curiously as I look over the shelf, seeing if there was anything I had missed. "Well, honestly, not until recently. Sure, my family is here, but I have family in America too. I was born and raised in America, so of course it's hard to let go." I say, pointing my finger forward, Kuroo casually pushing the cart forward. "Until recently? What changed?" He asks and I hum, looking over the shelf as we pass. "Stop here- I need that." I say, pointing up at a jar of sauce, Kuroo stopping the cart and grabbing it, putting it in the cart as I look more thoroughly over the shelf.
"A lot changed. I met everyone, I met you- I got my ass saved, I got my ass kicked… honestly, before all this I was just… getting by, I guess. As Aima said, I wasn't living, I just wasn't dying." I laugh softly, not seeing anything I need and pointing forward. "Were you 'living' in America?" Kuroo asks, pushing the cart over to the next aisle. "Well, it's a bit complicated. After my dad died, I got into a lot of trouble, rebelled a lot… It took a pretty rude awakening to realize that I was going down the wrong path, and I had already passed the point of no return." I mumble, looking over the shelf and grabbing a thing as we pass by- Kuroo was going pretty slow anyway, so he just took it from me and put it in the cart. "I did a lot of fucked up shit, I hurt a lot of people and I got hurt a lot. Then… something happened and I just couldn't stay like that anymore." I say, Kuroo humming softly. "Was it the man?" He asks and I shake my head, sighing softly. "No, that happened after. I view Nen as my redemption, like… I fucked up, I really fucked up, but here is someone who loves me anyway, who sees me as a good person even though I'm a monster." I say softly, though Kuroo pauses, looking down at me.
"I think you're a good person." Kuroo says and I can't help but smile up at him, shaking my head. "Thank you, but it should be pretty obvious that I'm not. I mean, I don't really show it, but…" I mumble, falling off as I drop my gaze- I didn't deserve to say it. My phone rings and I answer it, putting it to my ear. I'm here. "We're in aisle 16." I say, Kyo hanging up as Kuroo raises an eyebrow at me. "Kyo-Kun decided to meet us at the store and save us a trip." I say and he nods, beginning to push the cart again. "Not sure he'll be too keen on taking a seat where we just fucked." Kuroo says and I let out a sharp laugh, my cheeks burning as I clear my throat. "I think I'll take the back seat." I say though Kuroo shakes his head stubbornly. "Nope. I'm not too keen on holding this guy's thigh." Kuroo says, making me laugh as I shake my head. "With him in the car, you wouldn't be allowed to anyway." I say, noticing a little gold pomeranian on a leash come trotting around the corner. "Oh my gosh- come here, Gizmo!" I squeal happily, the pomeranian perking up before noticing me. He comes dashing over, Kyo being pulled by the leash- er, letting himself be pulled along.
Kuroo stops the cart, the little pomeranian hopping up into my waiting arms. "Hi pretty boy, did Kyo-Kun take you for a walk? How was it? Did you smell all the smelly smells?" I coo, Gizmo yapping at me excitedly, licking all over my cheek. "Oh yeah? How exciting! Are you ready to see Akira?" I say, ruffling his pelt as he pants excitedly. "Well, we're almost done here! I just need one more thing and we can leave!" I say, taking the leash that Kyo offers me, wrapping it tight around my wrist. "We need the sodey pop! We have lots of guests over- you'll have to be careful not to get stepped on!" I chime, settling Gizmo into my lap before Kuroo starts pushing the cart again, Kyo tagging along. "I hope the walk wasn't too chilly for you, Kyo-Kun." I say as we walk through the pop aisle, grabbing a few cases of pop. I also get a few cases of my strawberry banana drink, since everyone seemed to like it last time- and two cases of the pineapple mango. "It was fine." Kyo mumbles, seeming anxious in the presence of Kuroo. "Oh! This is Kuroo-Senpai by the way, he's my chauffeur for the day. Kuroo-Senpai, this is Kyo-Kun and Gizmo." I say, gesturing between the two and the pomeranian.
"Pleasure to meet you." Kuroo says, offering Kyo a handshake with a solid grip. "Fair warning, don't sit on the passenger side back seat." Kuroo chuckles, making me blush as I avoid looking at them. "My friend had a bad case of the gas on the way over, it was a long drive." Kuroo chimes, Kyo snorting as we head towards the register. "Thanks for the fair warning. Who's your friend? I plan to avoid them tonight, if I can." Kyo says and I look up at Kuroo, raising an eyebrow. "Bokuto, but I call him owl head. He ate expired donuts, so it's gonna smell strange. Maybe even sweet." Kuroo says, sidling up by the register and beginning to scan things- though he flashes me a grin. "Owl head? Why do you call him that?" Kyo asks, making Kuroo laugh as he bags the things he scans. "You'll see when we get back to the party- he's pretty distinct." Kuroo chimes and I ruffle Gizmo lightly. "Who are you gonna sit with, buddy? Wanna ride shotgun with me? Or you gonna sit in the back with Kyo-Kun?" I coo, though Gizmo runs in a circle, hopping up and giving me more cheek kisses. "Oh, Gizmo! I'm going to have to take a shower when we get back now!" I laugh, petting him even more.
How the two of the boys managed to get all the groceries up in one go, I do not know. How Kuroo managed to hold my thigh the whole drive back and carry me up the stairs- with Gizmo in hand- I could not fathom. He set me down carefully, Kyo taking the house keys from me and opening the door. I got settled on my crutches, swinging inside and seeing everyone gathered in the living room, playing an intense game of Jenga. "Holy cow, how did you even manage that?" I gasp, though Ryu and Noya get too excited trying to stand up and hit the table, knocking the tower over. Everyone groans in defeat as I just laugh, carefully setting Gizmo down as Kyo closes the door behind him and Kuroo. "Oh, the mutt brought a mutt." Arthur chimes and my mom smacks him on the back of his head, knocking it forward. "Hey Kyotani-Kun! Welcome to the party, make yourself at home! Kimiko made dip!" My mom chimes as the boys carry the groceries to the kitchen. I unclip Gizmo's leash, letting him run off to greet everyone. "Hey mom, would you mind getting everything ready? I need to take a quick shower, Gizmo was kissing me all over." I say, my mom heading into the kitchen.
"Go ahead sweetie!" My mom chimes, beginning to dig through the bags though Akira dashes over. "Where is it?! I need it, it's been too long!" Akira says, beginning to search desperately through the bags. "Hold on, cowboy, you may have been cleared but that doesn't mean you can just skip to dessert. Wait till after dinner and I'll grab it for you." I say, swinging my way to the room as he just groans. "At least tell me you got somewhere, Kuroo-kun!" Akira whines as Aima follows me to my room, a big grin on her face. "Oh yeah, I did. I laid it on thick, your sister could hardly resist me." Kuroo laughs, washing his hands in the kitchen sink. "Shut the heck up, Bakuroo! You're going to give him ideas!" I yell from my room, my cheeks red as Aima grins at me. "Is he though?" She whisper-squeals and I roll my eyes. "If you're going to pick my outfit, do it and get out!" I sigh and she giggles, skipping over to my closet as I take a quick shower. I step back into my room, seeing my door room closed and an outfit laid out on my bed. Joggers, a t-shirt, a sexy set of underwear that were practically translucent, all black- "Aima, no! Heck no, to the no, no, N-O, no!" I call, hearing her laugh from the living room.
"Aima, yes! Heck yes, to the yes, yes, Y-E-S, H, E, double hockey sticks yes! Do it, or else!" She calls right back to me and I scowl, drying myself off before reluctantly putting the clothes on. "I despise you- I mean, temporarily dislike." I mumble as I step out of my room, heading to the kitchen where my mom was. "I approve." My mom chimes, having already prepared the majority of the food for me- all that was left was to cook and assemble. "Thank you mom, I got it from here." I say, kissing her cheek before I get started on cooking all the food up. "So! How was the car ride?" My mom asks, sitting on the counter as the boys in the living room are talking on their own, playing another game with Akira. "It was nice. Kuroo-senpai is a very good driver." I say and she hums, leaning forward on her elbows. "Did ya do it in the backseat?" My mom whispers, making my cheeks burn as I purse my lips. "So? How was it?" She asks excitedly and I wiggle my nose, putting a dash of oil in the pan and rolling it around. "I don't kiss and tell, Ma." I say as I put two hamburger patties on the stove. I had just seasoned the side I was cooking, so I seasoned the other side, delicious smells filling the kitchen.
"Don't keep secrets from your parents, sweety." My mom says and I pause, setting down my spatula and taking a deep breath. "Mom… We need to talk, not right now…" I say, sparing an anxious glance out to the others as she seems to catch on to my drift. "After I put Akira to bed?" She asks but I shake my head, picking the spatula back up. "No. It involves him, too." I say and she hums, slowly kicking her feet. "Okay. After dinner then." She says and I nod, though she tilts her head, offering me a half hearted smile. "Did you do it though?" She chimes, making me laugh as I glanced over to Kuroo, seeing he was watching me from the corner of his eye. He flashes me a tiny grin, nodding his head towards my mom. "Yeah." I say, my mom squealing like a schoolgirl and clapping her hands excitedly. "How did you explain the smell to Kyotani-kun?" She asks, practically sitting on the edge of the counter now. "Bokuto-Senpai has gas, he ate some bad donuts. It will smell strange, maybe even sweet." I mimic Kuroo, using my hands to fake his hairstyle. My mom and I both laugh, though she laughs so hard she snorts, making me snort, both of us laughing even harder.
"Did it work?" She asks and I spare her a grin, pointing to Kyo. "Do you think he would've let him live if it didn't?" I ask and she snorts, grinning right back at me. "I'm going to go introduce myself to him, want me to send anyone in to keep you company?" She asks though I offer her a smile, shaking my head. "I should be fine." I say and she hops off the counter, walking over to Kuroo. The two of them seem to hit it off right off the bat, though I focus on making sure the food is all prepared properly. It was so nice, cooking a big celebration dinner for my family and friends, the idle chatter as they talked amongst themselves. Is this what it was like to have close friends and family? It was nice, in fact, it felt like home. My phone rang and I picked it up, answering without looking. "Hello?" I say, flipping the burgers over and laying a slice of cheese on the cooked side of the burger. "Hey, you didn't call." Yuki says and I pause, pulling the phone from my ear and hanging it up. I toss it back on the counter but it rings again- I click my tongue, glaring at it. Why was he calling now of all times? I pick the phone up, answering the call and putting it to my ear, biting my tongue so I don't say anything I regret.
"Come on Love Bug, why do you gotta be like that? I'm just calling to talk." He says sweetly, my nose curling up in disgust as a bitter taste formed on my tongue. "I'm fine, no, I'm busy, nice talk. Bye bye." I say, reaching to hang up but he laughs. "Just the other day, shit was all cool. Now I can't catch a break, thinking about you. I'll promise that I'll run, that I'll run back to you, cause one more night alone, just might not be good for-" He sings softly to me, though I roll my eyes at his antics. "Usually when someone says bye that means you leave them alone." I say, though he keeps singing. "What got into you? Why you actin' brand new for? What'd I ever do?" He sings and I snort, rubbing my temples as I feel a headache coming on. "Do you even have to ask that question? I get it, I do, you're trying to serenade me, but can you honestly just like… Fuck off." I ground out, putting my hand to the phone so I could hang up. "Maybe I just took it too far." He sings and I blow out a breath, hanging up the phone and tossing it back on the counter. It rings again, everyone looking over curious as I flash Aima an irritated smile. "You wanna give him a piece of your mind?" I ask sweetly and she grins, running over.
"Hello?" She chimes as she answers the phone, though I just start plating the cooked hamburgers, putting on another batch. "Sorry! The person you're trying to reach has raised her standards and couldn't give less of a fuck about what you want to say!" Aima chimes softly, my mom covering my brother's ears and raising an eyebrow. "What was that? Oh? You're still singing are you? I can sing too, wanna hear? La la la la~" Aima says, singing horribly off tune, making me laugh. "Yeah, I know, I'm terrible. What's that? You want Kimiko to sing to you instead? Her voice is fabulous, I can't blame you." Aima chimes, pausing and raising her eyebrow. "Well then, if ya felt that way, you really shouldn't have FUCKED UP!" Aima yells into the phone, putting it back to her ear and smiling. "I'll give you a minute. Then we're hanging up and I'm blocking your number." Aima says, holding the phone out to me, which I reluctantly take, putting it to my ear. "Do you remember that night?" Yuki says softly, but honestly I'm just sick of it at that point. "The day after you said goodbye, all I did was lay in bed and cry." I sing softly, idly tapping the seasoning onto the burgers, though I just felt sick.
"But after one month I started to move on, and after two I felt alright. Then three months in you were off my mind; In month four and five, I was living my life, I was better and didn't have to try, not to think of you until you reached out and said, 'remember that night?'" I sing, setting the seasoning to the side and closing my eyes. "We went for a drive, 2:30 in the morning, I kissed you, it was pouring. We held each other tight, before the night was over you looked over your shoulder." I sing full heartedly, slowly opening my eyes and looking down at the cooking burgers. "Oh, I was doing fine. You said 'remember that night?', remember that night. Oh I was doing fine, you said 'remember that night?', remember that night?" I sing, hearing Yuki let out a soft sigh on the other side of the phone. "I get it, I really hurt you-" he says, but I don't stop singing. "The day after you had reached out; I was broken for the second time around. I prayed on the third day that I would be okay, that I'd forget you were ever mine. Oh, I don't think you realize." I sing, Aima reaching for the phone though I hold up a finger, making her pause. I flip over the burgers, placing a slice of cheese on top.
"How long I had to fight to be living my life, to get better and never have to try, not to think of you until you reached out and said… 'remember that night?'. We went for a drive, 2:30 in the morning, I kissed you, it was pouring. We held each other tight, before the night was over you looked over your shoulder." I sing, shaking my head as he lets out another sigh. "Oh, I was doing fine! You said, 'remember that night?', remember that night? Oh I was doing fine, you said 'remember that night?' remember that night." I sing, beginning to hum as he clears his throat. "I fucked up, Kimiko, I know I did. That night you walked in on me doing that-" he says and I let out a bark of laughter. "You won't even try to say sorry! You think you fucked up by getting CAUGHT! That's what you think is the problem? That you got caught doing 'that'? How fucking stupid can you be?" I hiss, unable to stop my laughing. "Yeah, I remember that night. I regret every second I spent in your arms, because I wasted every fucking second wondering if you were really worth my heart, just to find out that no, you really fucking aren't. You really aren't worth my fucking time." I say, hanging up as Aima cheers for me.
"You told him, girl! Got dayummm, big oof for the fuck boi!" Aima says, taking the phone and tapping away on it. "And bam! He's blocked, buh bye!" Aima says, putting my phone down and scooping me into a hug. "Why am I so proud of you right now?" She says, squeezing me tight as I just laugh, patting her head lightly. "I dunno, cause I took his pitiful serenade and basically told him to suck it?" I chime, making her laugh as she pats my shoulder. "He can suck it right up to where the sun doesn't shine. What was that song even about? His song that is, like, it's so obvious that he's just trying to sweet talk his way into your pants. He really should've chosen a different song at least." Aima says I nod, plating the burgers and putting on another batch. "I hope he takes a hint, but then again he was always a stubborn one." I mumble, though Aima smacks my ass, grinning at me. "If he doesn't, I'm sure nobody would care if you put him on his ass." Aima says though I shake my head, seasoning the burgers. "No, I won't do anything unless he tries something he shouldn't." I say, Aima giggling and rubbing my shoulders. "I'm sure the boys would pay him back ten times over." Aima says.
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