Chương 36: Connections
The first boy hesitantly shakes my hand and I give him a firm handshake, squeezing a bit more than necessary. "I'll drop the matter for now, I doubt it will be a problem in the future. I look forward to your good behavior, please refrain from doing anything incompetent again." I say sweetly, offering him a smile before giving his friend the same handshake. "I believe my business here is done now! I better get that paperwork to Kita-Senpai now. I do hope you'll excuse Suna's absence from the first period, he was with me helping gather the paperwork." I say, the principal escorting me out of the room. "Of course, Miss Suzuki. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I'm grateful that you were willing to cooperate with our school on the matter. I do hope that everything is resolved to your satisfaction." The principal says, bowing to me as Suna tags along behind me. "You have a fine school here, I'm sure the boys won't be a problem again. I hope this event was an eye opener to their devious ways." I say, the principal nodding as the boys skitter past us and out of the room. "Osamu Miya. I believe you know Miss Suzuki?" The principal chimes, gesturing towards me as we approach.
"Yes." Osamu says, standing up as I offer a beaming smile to the principal. "I know five of your students, sir. All of the volleyball team; They have all been very kind to me, I greatly appreciate their friendship. I'm actually currently attending the All-Japan Youth intensive training group with Osamu-kun's brother, Atsumu-kun. You have some very fine and talented gentlemen here." I say, the principal beaming with pride. "I'm glad that they've been treating you well! Usually the twins can be quite troublesome, but I'm glad they were able to set their differences aside and come together to be your friends." The principal says and I laugh heartily, smiling widely at him. "Oh, I'm sure they can be! That only makes them that much more dear to me. I hope you can forgive their discrepancies, but don't turn a blind eye! Twins are a wonderful thing, and it's actually quite rare to come by! Of course, once you meet a pair yourself it seems like any other pair of siblings, but it's truly different! Who better to know one another than twins? I'm sure it can get tiring being so close at their age, when they want nothing more than space!" I chime, the principal letting out a hearty laugh and nodding his head.
"Yes, I believe you're right Suzuki-san. I couldn't imagine being their age and not having space of my own. Perhaps I should take that into account the next time they squabble." The principal jokes and I offer him a beaming smile. "It's best I go now! I plan to stop by a store and pick up some things to bring to Kita for his cold. It was a pleasure meeting you, Sir! I mean no offense, but I hope this is the last time I get called to your office. Goodness knows being called in to meet another school's principal is something I don't want to make a habit of!" I say, the principal laughing as he pats my shoulder. "I'm sure that won't be happening. You seem like a fine lady, Suzuki-chan. I hope this is the last time you come to my office on business as well." The principal says and I sign out on the sheet. "I'll walk you out." Suna says and I nod, grabbing my bag before following him out of the office. "Miya-san, please, come in. What did you need?" The principal chimes, sounding more than pleased as the door shuts behind us. Suna shoves his hands in his pockets, staring down at the ground as we walk towards the parking lot. "What's on your mind?" I ask, Suna glancing up at me and taking a deep breath.
"You… you didn't mention you were the granddaughter of a billionaire." Suna mumbles and I drop my gaze, ticking my jaw to the side. "As I told your principal, it's only a blood relation. They have never reached out to me until… yesterday. I only met my grandmother at a party a week ago. It's that thing that's just a can of bullshit waiting to be opened." I mumble, Suna nodding as he blows out a breath. "In the office… you were different. Professional. The principal was practically hanging off your finger. It was weird." Suna mumbles and I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. "Trust me, it's even weirder for me, like I have two faces… I don't like using my bloodline to my advantage. It was obvious to me that the principal was feeding off of that though… I figured that I feed it a bit and get you guys some leeway." I say, Suna opening the door for me as I step out. "That's not who I am though. I mean, it's what some people see me as; I've had to put that mask on a few times. I have a feeling it's going to become a thing soon, so… I want people that I can be myself with, that I don't have to worry about masking myself with…" I say, heading out to my car as Suna tags along.
"If… if things… change… tomorrow. If my grandparents… if they ask me to come back… If I agree… I might be the heir to their company. My father was the designated heir until he was disowned… my uncle Kioshi has his own law firm, he's one of the finest; that means he can't oversee the company on his own. Things will probably get tough for me… A big can of life changing bullshit." I mumble, adjusting the strap on my shoulder. "I have no clue what to expect in this upcoming meeting. They could tell me that they're expecting me to stay out of their life, that I'm just as disowned as my father was. They could be extending a hand to bring me back into the family, me and my brother." I admit, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I honestly have no clue. As far as I know, we left off on bad terms, but apparently I've caught my grandmother's eye." I sigh, looking up at the sky. "I… I want to be me. I don't want to become some person with a stick up my ass, scared that someone's going to take everything I say out of context because I'm from the Suzuki family. It's unavoidable, I know. I kind of hoped to just stay in the shadows." I say, though I bite my tongue and shake my head.
"Sorry, I'm babbling." I mumble, dropping my gaze to the ground though Suna takes my hand, stopping. I pause, looking back at him as he shakes his head. "No, it's okay. This has been on your mind for a while now, I can tell. You can tell me all about it, I don't mind." Suna says and I laugh softly, turning to him. "Being friends with a billionaire family's descendant, especially one that has been out of the spotlight for years… it's going to draw attention. People are going to hound my friends and family with the latest scoop- and I wasn't always a 'good girl'. A lot of bad shit is probably going to come to light, and so is a lot of sad shit. People are going to bring shovels to dig into my past and there's nothing I can do about that. I'm scared about that, because that means losing a lot of good friends. I… I want friends that I can be myself with, that I don't have to worry about taking the words from my mouth and putting them in other people's ears." I admit, squeezing his hand lightly. "I don't want to lose my friends, I don't want to lose you guys. It's kind of why I'm scared to get close to you… but I can't help but want to get close to you." I mumble, though Suna pulls me into a tight hug.
"Even if you are a billionaire's granddaughter… You were my friend first, and you'll always be my friend first. If they come asking, I'll flip them the bird and tell them to fuck off and find their scoop elsewhere. If you want to get away from it for a little while with someone, you can come to me and we can say fuck it all for a while. Or if you just want to talk about bullshit I probably won't understand, I'll get high off my ass, nod to everything you say and pretend I understand when I have absolutely no fucking clue." Suna says, making me laugh as I wrap my arms around him. "And no matter what stupid bullshit, truth or not, they pull out of the gutters, you can still come to me as you. You are who you are now, the you I'm holding right now, not who you were back then or who you're going to be. Nothing will change that; I'm sure there are plenty of your friends who will feel the same." Suna says, running his fingers through my hair- the tears come flooding out and I let out a weak sob, clinging to him. "That… that would be nice…" I choke out, Suna pulling my chin up and kissing my forehead. "I won't say anything; snitches are bitches, and I ain't a fucking bitch." Suna says, making me choke out a laugh.
I step out of my car, grabbing my purse, the paperwork and the bag of groceries I had. I head to the house- a traditional japanese house, well taken care of- walking over to what I assumed was the main house, knocking on the door. "Pardon me! I'm here for Shinsuke Kita, I've brought his school paperwork!" I chime, looking over the big house as I waited patiently. An old lady opened the door, smiling sweetly at me as she bowed to me. "Hello, I'm Shinsuke's grandmother, Yumie Kita. I'm sorry he can't come and greet you himself, but he's sick in bed at the moment." The woman chimes, though something about her made me feel warm and fuzzy. "That's quite alright, ma'am. If it's alright, I was hoping to make Kita-Senpai our family recipe soup for colds. I also brought some medicine to help his fever. I would've made it before coming, but I didn't have a kitchen." I say softly, Yumie smiling widely at me. "Oh, yes! Please, come in, come in! I'll show you to the kitchen!" She says, stepping out of the way as I step in, taking my shoes off and setting them to the side. I slide on their guest slippers before following her deeper into the house, into the more modern kitchen.
"Please use whatever you might need! Do you need help preparing?" Yumie chimes, gesturing for me to step in. I step past her, bowing my head as I set the groceries down. "Actually, if you could, could you show me how he likes his vegetables cut? I figured you know what he likes, if you just show me I can handle it from there." I say, the ladies smile spreading as I begin pulling out the ingredients. "Nonsense! You were kind enough to come and cook, I can help." She chimes, plucking the vegetables from my hands and walking to the sink, rinsing them off. "So! How do you know my grandson?" She asks subtly, a grin spreading over her face as I tie my hair up in a bun. "I officially met him yesterday through a mutual friend of ours." I chime as she finishes rinsing the vegetables and flicking the water off of them. "Unofficially?" She asks giddily, making me smile as I began pulling the rest of the ingredients out. "Do you have a stock pot?" I ask and she nods, setting the vegetables on a towel and reaching into one of the cabinets and pulling out an 8 quart stock pot. "Will this do?" She chimes, offering it to me as I take it, offering her a wide smile and nodding.
"Hai, this will work perfectly." I chime, setting it on the stove and turning it on, putting some oil in. I roll up my sleeves and get to work cutting the vegetables for the stock. "Your grandson and a few of his friends serenaded me in the middle of the street. They tried to give me their numbers, though I didn't officially meet him till later that day." I say, Yumie gasping and delight and giggling. "Oh my! That must've been quite the sight!" She says, making me giggle as I finish cutting the vegetables, moving on to the chicken. "Yes, it was. At first I thought they were just singing out of nowhere- I can be a bit of an airhead at times so I just sang back before walking away. One of his friends chased me down and insisted I take their numbers, which I did. Kita-Senpai can sing very well." I chime, putting the chicken in the pot to sear. "I see. You officially met later that day?" Yumie asks and I nod, flipping the chicken. "Hai. I met up with one of his friends and we came across the others as well. Turns out, a childhood friend of mine was a friend of Kita-Senpai's friend as well." I admit, Yumie humming as she nods, finishing with peeling the vegetables and cutting them into small cubes.
"We ended up going swimming together and lost track of time… Kita-Senpai and I were the last to leave the water, but I was the first to depart. I assume he must've stayed behind a bit longer, the cause of his cold…" I sigh, Yumie humming as she nods her head. "I was wondering why he arrived so late last night, he had me worried sick! He woke up this morning with a fever, I made him take the day off. I've been taking care of him, but it's hard for a little old lady such as myself to take care of the poor boy by myself. You can imagine my surprise when a beautiful young lady shows up on my doorstep with the making of chicken noodle soup and medicine!" Yumie chortles, making me smile as I add the vegetables to the pot, adding in the water and bringing it to a bare simmer. "I feel responsible for his cold, it's only fair that I take care of him. This stock needs to boil for at least four hours. Is there any way I can help you?" I ask, brushing my hands off before I stash the ingredients for later in the fridge. "Actually, I do have a few household chores around the house that need to be done, but I can handle those if you can watch Shinsuke for me!" Yumie chimes, offering me a wide smile.
I knock on the door, waiting a moment before I open the sliding door. "Pardon me, I'm coming in." I say, bowing my head as I enter the room, seeing Kita laying down on the futon. He had a towel draped over his forehead, panting softly with his eyes closed. He must be asleep- his cheeks were pink, his face sweaty and his body shaking. I walk over and kneel beside him, setting the tray to the side as I gently reach over, placing the back of my hand to his cheek. Sure enough, he was warm to the touch- he groaned softly, furrowing his eyebrows as he slowly opened his eyes. "Hello, Kita-Senpai. I brought you some medicine." I say softly, his dazed eyes looking over to me as he lazily blinked. "Can you sit up?" I ask softly, pulling the towel from his forehead and setting it in the water bowl nearby. He grunts and I help him sit up, gently rubbing his back as I offer him medicine. He tosses it into his mouth and I offer him the glass of water; he takes it and greedily chugs it. "Slow down, you're going to choke." I tease and he tilts the glass down, beginning to take slow gulps. "That's better." I say, gently rubbing his back as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
He finishes the glass off and I take it from him, setting it down on the tray and helping him lay down. "Do you want more?" I ask softly, brushing the hair from his forehead and pressing the back of my palm to it. Yupp, sure enough he had a fever. "No…" he croaks and I nod, taking the towel from earlier and straining it. "Okay." I say softly, brushing his hair out of the way and placing the towel back on his head. I grab the other towel, dipping it in the water and straining it. I use it to dab the sweat off of Kita's face and neck, though he slowly opens his eyes and peeks out at me. "You… you're here… you're actually here." He croaks and I offer him a sweet smile, dabbing his nose playfully with the towel. "Mhm. I'm not a figment of your imagination." I tease and he cracks a small smile, his eyes softening. "Why?" He croaks and I set the towel to the side as he tries to sit up. "Hey, no, lay down. Relax, a little birdy told me you were sick. I came to take care of you and nurse you back to health." I say, gently urging him to lay back down as he relents. "Just close your eyes and sleep." I whisper, gently running my fingers through his hair as he slowly relaxes, passing back out.
I spend an hour gently stroking his hair, replacing the towel on his forehead every so often before my legs cramp from kneeling for so long. I quietly stood and walked around to get the blood flowing again, idly looking around. Kita's room was pretty simple- in fact, it was mostly empty other than his futon, his uniform hanging in the corner and a little stack of books near his futon. I peeked down at them- harry potter? Did Harry Potter come in japanese? It was a popular book, so maybe it did. I pick it up, flipping through the pages- no, it was in english. Could Kita read english? Does that mean he could understand it, too? Maybe I should let Arthur know, just in case. We hadn't revealed anything since I said sensitive things in russian, but if he had spoken in english to Aran when Kita was around… better to be careful. Kita slightly stirred from his sleep, lazily blinking his eyes open- his fever had gone down, his breathing more steady and not sweating as much. "Hey." I say, setting the book back down and settling back down next to him. "You're still here." He croaks, looking back at me curiously as I smile at him. "I am. Want some water?" I ask and he nods, so I help him sit up.
I gave him the glass of water- I had brought a pitcher with plenty of ice to keep it chilled. He slowly drank it, closing his eyes as he looked refreshed. "Do you feel any better?" I ask and he nods, giving me the now empty glass. "I'm glad." I say, setting the glass back down and seeing his clothes were drenched in sweat. "Let's get you changed into something else." I say and he nods, pointing to the closet in front of us. I stand up and open the door, browsing through and picking something light for him to change into. I close the door before walking back over to the bed, setting the clothes down beside me. "Here, let me help you." I say, helping him slide off his shirt- his back was sweaty. I take the towel I had been using to wipe his sweat, wiping it all away before moving to his chest. It wasn't as sweaty as his back, but there was still sweat; Kita was actually pretty buff- he had a fair amount of muscle well distributed over his body. I hum as I wipe away his sweat, helping him slide on his shirt. I slide his comforter down, helping him change his pants as well before I fold his dirty clothes, putting them in his hamper in the closet.
I changed his forehead towel again before I settled in back next to him, though he seemed a bit more awake now. "Do you think you can sleep?" I ask, gently running my fingers through his hair as he slowly relaxes, blinking his eyes. "Can I lay on your lap?" He asks and I smile, slowly sliding over and pulling his head onto my lap. "There you go." I whisper, running my fingers through his hair as he practically turns to goo on my lap. "You read Harry Potter?" I ask softly and he nods, closing his eyes. "I try. My English isn't very fluent, so I use it to practice. I come across quite a few words I don't understand…" he says and I can't help but giggle. "If you'd like, I know the series very well. I can read it to you, any words you don't understand I can tell you what they mean." I say, Kita furrowing his eyebrows as he looks up at me. "You can read english?" He asks, making me smile as I pick the first book of the series. "Yes. I was born and raised in the states until I was 12." I admit, Kita humming softly. "I'd like that." He whispers softly and I open the book to page one, holding the book open with one hand. I began to softly read it to him as I gently ran my fingers through his hair, his eyes falling closed.
It takes me 5 hours to finish reading the book, explaining certain words to him. I shut the book and set it to the side, offering him a smile. "Thoughts?" I ask and he smiles up at me, his eyes soft. "Way better now that I know a bit more. I thought it was a good read before, but those words… they threw it all off and I got lost. But now that I know, it all makes sense. It's a wonderful book." Kita says and I smile widely at him. "It is, her book is a popular read to many, in fact there are movies, merchandise, even a theme park." I say, Kita humming as I slowly slide myself out from under him, standing up and stretching my legs. Laying for so long was killing my legs, but Kita had been so comfortable that I didn't want to disturb him. "I believe the broth is done, I'm going to go prepare it." I chimed and he furrowed his eyebrows, looking up at me. "That smell was broth that you made?" He asks and I giggle, nodding my head. "Hai, it's my family's chicken and noodle soup. I was making it for you. Usually I let it settle for 12 hours, but it's been 6 hours. It should have soaked in a lot by now." I say before I head to the kitchen, letting Yumie know that I was going to finish the soup so she can attend to Kita.
I ladle a generous scoop of the delicious goodness into a bowl, find a spoon before I put it on a tray with crackers and bring it to Kita's room. "Pardon me, I'm entering now." I chime, stepping into the room and taking a seat next to Yumie, offering her a smile as I set the tray down. "If you like, there's enough to make yourself a bowl as well. I can also leave the noodles and base with you in case you want to make him more later. It's easy to make, just cook the noodles until they're soft in the base and season as you see fit." I say and she beams widely at me. "That'd be wonderful!" She chimes and I offer her a smile as well. "I'll go ahead and feed him, you go on ahead." I say and she nods, standing, bowing and shuffling out of the room. I help Kita sit up before I sit beside him, the tray on my lap. I get a spoonful, blowing on it softly before I test it on my lip. I offer it to him and he takes a bite, groaning softly as his eyes fall closed. I pull the spoon from his mouth, smiling as he slowly chews it. I get another spoonful, blowing on it softly as I wait for him to swallow. "That… is… delicious." Kita mumbles after he swallows, making me giggle as I give him his next bite.
He easily ate two bowls of the soup, nibbling on the crackers when he needed something crunchy. I helped him lay back down and he easily passed out, breathing easy now. His fever was almost completely gone, he needed rest to fight off the last of it. I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes before heading back to his room, gently kissing his forehead. He was still running a light fever, but it was definitely better than it was earlier. I linger for a moment, not wanting to just leave without saying goodbye. I still had time, but then again I didn't want to just leave Tobio alone all day. I was his chaperone, I already felt bad enough not supporting him for… two days now, like I was shoving off the responsibility. I text him and ask him how he was doing before I glance at my bag, seeing Kita's paperwork waiting. I slowly pick it up, looking over it. This was some really complicated stuff for a third year. I wonder if he was keeping up well? I hum, glancing over at him- he was so sick and out of it earlier, I didn't know if he would be able to do it properly. I pull out a paper and pen- never leave home without it- beginning to take notes, leaving tips, hints and making an answer key with work shown.
I lay down next to his bed, reading over his homework one more time, my pen perched between my upper lip and nose as I idly wiggled it back and forth. Tobio had already texted me telling me that he was doing just fine, to take all the time I needed. It made it easier, but I did still feel guilty. I should make him something to show my appreciation, but what? I always had a sense that Tobio enjoyed his space- speaking of things he enjoyed… I wondered what was going on between him and Shoyo. I had my suspicions ever since the first kiss that something was different about Tobio's kiss; Aima said he was a frencher, whatever that was, but I think I had an idea now that I knew him better. I don't know if he knew it himself, but he could be gay. It could explain his troubles with communicating, especially if he didn't understand it himself. I'm sure he was confused if he hadn't yet realized it himself, but if something was happening between him and Shoyo… would he still be comfortable continuing the competition? I didn't want him to feel pressured, especially if him and Shoyo were getting serious. It seemed like they were very close- in fact, I'd say Tobio cared a lot for Shoyo and wanted a relationship.
Kita shifted in his sleep, rolling to his side and taking a shallow breath. His face was so peaceful now, his lips slightly parted and the towel falling from his forehead. I smile, putting the pen and paperwork to the side before taking the towel and putting it on the water bowl. I placed the back of my hand to his forehead- good, his fever was gone now. Kita lazily blinked his eyes open, his eyes dazed as he took my hand. "'Mere… Hugglepuff…" he mumbles, pulling me into the futon with him and catching me off guard. He hummed happily, pulling me close and burying his head into my chest. "Hai hai, Snugglepuff." I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck and gently stroking his hair. He groans softly, wrapping his arms tight around my waist, nuzzling his head into my breasts. I hum softly, his breathing shallow as he slowly melts into me. I kiss his forehead gently, closing my eyes and enjoying the support and warmth that flowed through me. Just for a while… I could enjoy this. Everything would be okay. I don't worry about what comes tomorrow, I don't worry about the man, I don't worry about my mom working too much to pay the bills- it's going to be okay.
"Pardon my intrusion!" Someone chimes, stirring me from my sleep as I slowly yawn. I stretch my arms out, feeling the person who's holding me pulling me closer. I hum, wrapping my arms around their head and pulling them closer, nuzzling my nose into their hair. They smelled like a spring morning- I took a deep breath, sighing in delight as I ran my fingers through their soft hair. "Shinsuke, it's time for your medicine again." Someone chimes and Kita stirs from his sleep, groaning reluctantly. I hum softly as he pulls away from me, slowly sitting up. I reach out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling myself up to snuggle into his chest, burying my head into his neck. The other person giggles, Kita wrapping an arm around me as I feel his arm shift. I hear him swallow, gulping water before a glass clinks, set down on a tray. I yawn again, lifting my hand up to his forehead- cool. "Fevers gone… I should head back." I mumble, though Kita groans, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to lay down. "No." He mumbles, squeezing me tight as the other person giggles. "No?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his chest. "No." He mumbles, making me giggle as I settle back in.
Something smelled delicious- okay, one thing smelled like a spring morning, the other smelled like my mom's chicken noodle soup. My stomach growled loudly as drool formed in my mouth, slowly opening my eyes. I took a deep breath as I slowly slid up, my hair tickling my shoulder. Kita hums, his arms tightening around my waist as I blink the sleep from my eyes. I stretch my arms over my head, moaning softly as I tense my legs, feeling all my sore muscles flex. I curl my fingers into a fist, rolling my wrists, flexing my arms as I stretch my legs out. I moan in delight as I feel my sore muscles stretch out their stiffness, dropping my arms. Damn, a good stretch would do you wonders. Kita groans, his hands moving down to my hips and pulling me against- oh. Oh. I feel my cheeks burn as I press my lips together- he slowly opens his eyes, a dull heat within. "Etto… good afternoon, Kita-Senpai." I say shyly though his fingers slide under my shirt, ghosting over my skin. I suck in a sharp breath, a shiver tearing through me- just as my stomach growls again. My face burns in embarrassment as Kita blinks, laughing softly as he pulls away. "Don't laugh!" I protest, though it only makes him laugh harder.
"I'm sorry, it's just- it's so cute!" He chuckles and I huff, crossing my arms. "Glad to see that my impending starvation amuses you." I grumble, though he just laughs again, slowly sitting up. "Come on, let's go see if grams made more soup." Kita says though I stop him, shaking his head. "You may feel fine, but you still need rest. I'll go check, you stay here." I say softly and he nods, laying back down. "Fine, but if you bring back a bowl, bring one for you, too. I can feed myself this time." Kita says and I smile, leaning down and kissing his forehead before I head to the kitchen. I see Yumie ladling three bowls full of chicken noodle soup- my stomach announces me before I can, growling it's delight. "Ah, so embarrassing… good afternoon." I say, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear as Yumie giggles. "Good afternoon to you, as well. Did you have a good nap?" She chimes as she puts two of the bowls onto one tray. "Hai, thank you. I'm sorry that I fell asleep." I say as she puts a bag of crackers on the tray. "No, no, it's quite alright. It was adorable, I'm sure Shinsuke enjoyed it. Here, go on ahead." She says and I nod, taking the tray and heading back to Kita's room.
After we ate I took the bowls back to the kitchen, cleaning our dishes before heading back. Kita is still sitting up, idly fiddling with his fingers as he glances between me and the floor. "Are you alright?" I ask and he freezes, dragging his gaze up to me. "Um… Sorry, I'm just…" he mumbles, gesturing towards his lap as I realize. "Oh… that's okay, I mean, it's natural isn't it?" I ask, Kita chuckling as he rubs the back of his neck. "Well, being taken care of by you… waking up with you… knowing how good you are… it was bound to happen. It was only a matter of time." Kita says, offering me a sheepish smile that makes me giggle. "Uh… there's a saying… that doing it… helps with colds." Kita says and I hum, sitting next to his futon. "A saying? I've never heard of it. Are you trying to proposition me?" I ask, Kita's cheeks tinting pink. "It's not really a saying. The act makes you sweat, sweating helps with colds. If you don't want to, we don't have to, but… I'd appreciate it." Kita says and I hum, cupping my chin and looking at him. "Won't I catch your cold?" I ask and he shifts lightly, looking down. "Well, if you agree, I'll do my best to prevent that." He says, making me smile as I think about it.
"Okay then, what should I do?" I ask, his eyes lighting up as he sucks in a breath. "Oh. Um, just come lay down on your stomach, I'll take care of the rest." Kita says and I nod, lifting his comforter and sliding in. He scoots over, holding it up and patting on the center of his futon, flipping his pillow over. I slide to the center, taking his pillow and laying on my stomach, tucking his pillow under my chin to support my chest. I curl my arms around it, watching curiously as he climbs over me, straddling my ass. "Don't over exert yourself." I say and he nods, leaning over my back. I lay my head down, closing my eyes and taking slow breaths. Kita leans on his elbows which are perched on either side of me, moving my hair up and over my shoulder. His lips brush over the base of my skull and I suck in a sharp breath, shuddering as I feel my skull tingle. His tongue glides down my neck and I tense, holding my breath as heat bolts through my body. "Fwah!" I cry out when he bites the back of my neck, my face burning as I bury my head into his pillow. He chuckles throatily, sliding his fingers under my shirt, ghosting his fingers over my skin. Okay, what? Why did that feel so… so… good?
I quiver under his tender touch, my body burning hot as he licks and nips over my neck, making me twitch and jerk. My breathing becomes erratic, my mind fuzzy, my core throbbing and dripping heat. I whimper, squeezing his pillow tightly as he slowly pulls my shirt up. His body slides down- a violent shudder tears through my as his tongue slides up my spine, starting at the edge of my skirt. I gasp, arching my back into the futon the farther up he got, making me tingle with heat as my body trembled violently. "S-Shin… Suke… please." I beg softly, digging my nails into his futon as he hums. His tongue stops between my shoulder blades, beginning to sprinkle kisses over my back. "Please! Please… I need you…" I whimper and he pauses mid kiss, lingering for a moment. I whine softly, squeezing my legs together in a futile attempt to quell the aching heat between them. Kita's hand finds my thigh, gently stroking it and sending a thrill through me as I suck in a sharp breath. He strokes down before sliding his hand up my skirt, his fingers tracing the band of my panties. I lift my hips as his hand slides above my pelvis, his fingers slowly sliding into my panties.
He sucks in a sharp breath when his fingers find my slick heat, a moan escaping me as my body turns to mush. Kita groans softly as his fingers slide up and down between my lips, my body writhing under his touch. Kita lights on fire, his body heating up as he lets out a shuddering breath. He slides two fingers down, dipping them into my heat- I cry out, grinding my hips desperately against him. "Sorry… I can't wait anymore." Kita grounds out, his voice rough and breathy as he pulls his fingers out of me. I whined desperately- no, I needed him- he pulled my panties down, shoving my skirt up and out of the way. I heard something shift and he grabbed my hips, angling them upwards as he placed himself at my aching core. A thrill shoots through me as I fall silent, my mind clear for a moment- he stroked into me in one swift move, eliciting a sweet moan from me as he buried himself fully into me, reaching deep inside. He groaned, laying onto me and sliding his arms under my pits, hooking his forearms over my shoulders. His hands cupped the back of my neck, holding my head down and into his pillow. He stroked into me, slow and steady- I gasp desperately for air, clawing at his futon-
It felt so fucking good! I could barely feel him through my slick heat, but I could hear him loud and clear. His rough breathing, his trembling body as he flexed with every deep stroke- god, it was so hot! Moans flowed freely from me as I reached up, grabbing onto his hands tightly. I crossed my ankles, angling my hips higher, arching my lower back so my heat was directly angled towards his strokes. He groans, stroking deeper, rolling his hips into me- I scream in bliss, burying my head into his pillow as it tore through me like a wild beast. My core trembles with it, my body tingling from the tips of my toes to my scalp. I cry desperately into his pillow, his strokes getting faster, wet slaps echoing through the room as he groans softly. "Fuck, you're so…" he breathes, laying his head on my shoulder as he starts thrusting into me, panting heavily. I choke for air, the strange knot building in my core- oh god. "Sh-Shi… Mn! G-gonna- ah! S-S- comin'!" I cry and he sucks in a sharp breath, lifting his lips to my ear. "Are you going to squirt?" He whispers and my cheeks burn as I nod, though he lets out a throaty groan. He harshly pounds into me and I cry out in bliss, the knot snapping.
Liquid pours from me and Kita groans, thrusting deeply into me, staying still as I gasp desperately. Tears gather in my eyes as I let out a guttural cry, dropping my hands and clawing at the futon. Kita pants heavily, dropping his head onto my shoulder as he shook. "Fuck…" Kita groans as I feel his hot seed spray into me, eliciting a small moan from me. He collapses on my back, moving his hands from my neck to hold me tight around my bust. We both pant desperately, trying to catch our breath- god, it still tingled. "Uh… sorry…" I mumble, covering my face as my body burns from embarrassment- I just pissed all over his futon. "It's okay. I wanted it." Kita chuckles and I hesitantly nod, sliding my hands down my face. "Um, did it work? Are you all sweaty now?" I ask, Kita chuckling as he nods his head. "Oh yeah." He says, sliding himself out of me as I nod. "We should go um… shower… and I'll change the futon while you bath." I say and he nods, kissing my neck before rolling off of me. We take a shower together- I help him- and I borrow a shirt from him. When we got back to the room, his futon was changed out- I didn't realize I could feel so embarrassed knowing Yumei cleaned up after us.
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