- Chifuyu's Point Of View .
After I drag Kazutora out of the shop, we walk to a park. God, my head is a mess. I sit down on a bench and groan, my head in my hands. Kazutora sits down and pats my back.
"Chifuyu.." He sighs.
I lean into his touch, no words needed to be said. I know he understands what I feel, he understands everything about me; even if it is just for a moment. But for some reason I want it to be more, and I just brush off the thought. Surely, I don't have any feelings for him.
We stay at the park until night, mainly sitting in silence as we don't really want to speak to Amber after what happened. But I could tell Kazutora is getting bored.
"Kazutora?" I break the silence.
"Mhh?" he answers simply.
"Wanna get a drink?" I smile.
He smiles and nods. And with that we head to a bar, Kazutora drinks far more then me but none the less by the time we get to my place, we're both drunk.
"Kazutora?" I mutter.
"Yes?" He giggles.
"I, I forgive you," I blurt out.
Guess I'm an honest drunk.
"Chifuyu.." He looks at me, a certain look in his eyes.
Before I know it his lips are against mine, kissing me. He starts walking backwards while still kissing me, until my back hits the wall, and I can't help but love it. Kazutora pulls away for a moment and I whine. He smirks at me before taking off his jacket and throwing it to the floor, I followed and took my jacket off, Kazutora helping me with it.
"You look so beautiful like this, Matsuno," He whispers in my ear, sending chills down my body.
I grabbed his shirt, burying my head in his chest, "Fuck," I breathe out.
"All I've done is kiss you and use your name, and you're already so flustered?" He smirks.
I grip onto his shirt more, my knees feeling weak; I can't tell if this is because we're drunk or not, but I never thought we'd be acting like this to each other. Kazutora just pets me for a few moments, as he chuckled softly. I never knew Kazutora could act like this, but yet he is. Suddenly the door opens.
"Oh- u-uh, just getting my stuff Chifuyu!" Takemichi blurts out, "Is everything okay?" He asks, grabbing his last box.
"Of course. He's just tired," Kazutora hums, lying.
Takemichi nods and leaves, he leaves me and Kazutora, I think he could tell we were drunk. But before I knew Kazutora was carrying me to my bedroom, and I let him. I wanted this; I wanted him for some reason. He set me down on the bed, crawling over me, a hand under my head as he pulled me into a passionate yet rough kiss, soon licking my bottom lip and I part my lips. Suddenly his tongue is in my mouth and his hands roam my body as I'm unable to fully think.
God, I'm going to be such a mess in the morning.
