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- You motherfucker. - Spited Kakucho, his face contorted in pure anger, interrupting the conversation between Izana and (y/n), that just smiled, provocative.
- Depends on whose mother. - He retorted, putting his tongue out, in an immature gesture. Kakucho was about to give him a punch but was stopped by Izana, that held his clenched fist.
- Kakucho, calm down. - The white-haired male warned, knowing that if a fight was to start at that moment, a disaster would be the final result.
- What's wrong, Kaku-chan, still mad over that kiss? - (y/n) was purposedly provoking the black-haired male, which patience was almost gone by now.
- That was a mistake. - Hitto still cursed himself for having permitted that a kiss occurred between him and (y/n), days before. He didn't know what had come over him to accept a kiss from (y/n).
- You kissed him? - Asked Izana, with an amused face. Kakucho's cheeks got slightly pink.
- It's the other way; he kissed me. - Explained Kakucho, purposely forgetting to say he kissed back. - But it's not about this that I came here to talk to you.
- Don't pretend you didn't like it. And it's not exactly a conversation if you started it cursing me. - (y/n) said lowly, eyes darting on Hitto's, a smirk on his lips. The tall male felt a weird tingle on his heart but completely ignored it as rage started to burn in him.
- Kakucho, (y/n), that is enough. - Izana's serious voice stopped any kind of action that could arise from them. (y/n) tsked, starting to leave the place. They were currently at the Tenjiku's hideout; more like a random abandoned building.
- Come back here, (y/n), we still need to talk. - He went after (l/n), leaving a sighing Izana behind, that had to massage his temples to stop a possible headache.
- What, want another kiss? - Provoked (y/n), still not stop walking.
- It's not it, asshole. What were you doing in Izana's room yesterday? - With the question in the air (y/n) finally stopped, looking at the Hitto, surprised by such question.
- How do you... - (l/n) trailed, not knowing what to say.
- I saw. It was pretty late too, don't you think?
- Stalking me now, Kaku-chan? - (y/n) asked teasingly, seeing Kakucho slightly flinch. - It's none of your business, but if you want to know so much... - He started, his eyes focused on Kakucho's. - Give me a kiss. - The Hitto's brain stopped working for a second.
- What? - (y/n) simply smiled, almost innocently.
- Just give me a little kiss, and I'll tell you what you want to know.
