𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 || akaashi

-3-

⚠️WARNING⚠️
Sexual Content

As Akaashi walked in, he closed the door and removed his shoes. Your mom wasn't home, so that was an advantage. You set up a spot in the kitchen for the two of you to do your work and called him over. You just started to notice how good he looked. He looked good all the time, but you'd only ever see him in uniform. He wore a light blue shirt with black, ripped jeans and sneakers. It was nothing special but he still looked good.

How is he so fine with no effort...

He sat in the chair next to you.

Shit, he smells good too.

"Okay, so we just have to choose any piece of work and research the meaning behind it and why it was created", you explain.

"Seems pretty easy", he responded.

But it was anything but that...

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"Why are you making this so fucking difficult?!"

He's making this so much harder than it needs to be.

It's been almost three hours and you guys weren't even able to get a single thing done. You and Akaashi couldn't agree on anything. You argued about every little thing; what you should write about, whether or not it should be an essay or a PowerPoint, etc.

"Me? You're the one making everything complicated!", he retorted.

"Yeah, okay. This isn't gonna work. I might just have to ask for a new partner. You can go now", you say getting out of your seat.

He grabbed your wrist. You weren't expecting that.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Why were we even arguing in the first place?

At this point, your brain had turned into mush. You didn't even feel the need to pull away. Your train of thought was broken by Akaashi's voice.

"I'm not failing this class because you don't know how to fucking compromise."

This little...

He wasn't really wrong. You were a very headstrong person. Most of the time, you'd think that everything you said was right and you always had problems with working with others.

"Why the hell are you acting like this?", he continued.

He let go of your wrist and stood up next to you. He looks into your eyes, so you lower your gaze to the floor. All you could think is 'what the fuck is going on'.

"Hey. Look at me."

You ignored. He lifted your chin and your eyes met.

"I know you like me."

Wait, what? Who told him that?

"You don't know what you're talking about", you say backing away from him.

"I don't?", he questioned while walking towards you. You kept walking back as he walked up to you until your back hit the wall. He put one arm on the wall next to you and bent down slightly so that once again, he was looking into your eyes. You just stood there flustered and unsettled.

"You're not as subtle as you may think."

No point in denying now.

You wanted to say something, but you kept quiet.

"You're cute."

He called me cute. I'm boutta act up.

You just stared at him and he cupped your cheek with his free hand. You started to lean in. He did the same. You guys started to have a full-on make-out session. He started to use his tongue and grabbed your waist pulling you closer, closing the distance in between you two. One of your hands grabbed onto his shirt while the other held his side. After a couple of minutes, he pulled away. A string of saliva connected from both of your mouths.