Third person POV
The fact that she had gained feelings for her brother's best friend, who is nothing but a flirt and an asswhole, doesn't seem to ease her at all. If she learned something from all the time that she spent with him is that he is unpredictable. He is capable of doing anything to get on the nerves of someone without even trying. What's more, he was capable of make her heart skip a beat everytime he looked at her with those amber-like eyes. He was capable of make her feel emotions she thought she would never feel. Emotions which she thought a person like her could never feel, a person that murdered and was in jail for many sins.
The memory of what happened at the party replaying in her mind as one of those songs you play for hours and hours, listening to it's sweet melody. One of those songs you would never be tired of hearing, enchated by the heavenly made melody. The details never failed to make her thoughts go else were.
His black and bleached blonde hair down, slightly wet. His amber-like eyes glowed with a fire that was inhuman. Waves of amusement and curiosity in them, making them even prettier than what they normally were. Eyes that could attract you and trap you with just one glance. The way he looked at her was enough to make her heartbeat rise. His lips looked oh so soft, with a pinkish colour that made them look so kissable. His hands gripping thightly but gently her hips, his long fingres tracing the skin that was visible thanks to the dress she was wearing. Each touch left a burning sensation on her skin, leaving her with wanting more.
The worst part is that she couldn't face him the same way after what happened. All the boldness she had that day disappeared that same night when she laid on her bed, all kind of thoughts wandering in her mind non-stop.
He came to her house almost every day, eventually knowing who she really was, and she would always ingore him in an attempt to forget ignore her feelings as well. But fate decided otherwise, pulling the strings that resemble the bond both of them shared. Strings that were so strong it was almost impossible to torn off. It didn't matter what could happen to them, they would always be meant for each other. No matter how strong someone tried to tear them apart, those string would be never separated.
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Eventually, an end came to the year. It was the 31st of December and they were all, once again, having a party at the Haitani's. Most of them were wearing a tuxedo but what took (Y/N)'s attention was Hanma's outfit. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that had a few buttons undone, letting visible his collarbone and a little part of his chest.
Instead, she was wearing a tight black dress letting her curves visible and of course, her neck tattoo as well, along with the rest of tattoos she had. The dress was long enough to let 3/4 of her tighs shown, it had long sleeves and her back was almost fully visible.
They had just finished eating and, right now, they were talking and laughing at the events that happened this year. Unexpectedly, Hanma was quiet the whole time and just talked when someone asked him if he was alright. While he was spacing out she exused herself and went towards the bathroom. In that exact moment he snapped out of his thoughts and exused himself as well, thing the others found rather suspicious.
"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back real quick" He said before stanging up and following after (Y/N).
When he finally reached her, she was almost opening the door, but he grabbed her wrist turning her around. She gasped softly as she was pinned with her back against the door, both of her hands pinned above her head gripped tightly by Hanma's hand.
He glared at her, only anger was able to be seen inside his beautiful golden eyes. She looked directly at him, raising an eyebrow before speaking.
"Oi Hanma. Are you ok-" She was cutted off when a pair of soft lips crashed into hers, the taste of cherry filling her mouth. She gasped in pain as he bit her botton lip, introducing his tongue as a bit of blood joined the heated kiss.
A kiss that shared mixed emotions like anger, sadness, disapointment but before all, lust and desire. They desired each other so much that they couldn't even explain it with words, instead, they talked to each other through that kiss. His grip on her hands loosned and went all the way down to her waist, pressing her body closer to his. She placed a hand on his nape while the other was on his cheek, bringing his face closer to deepen the kiss. Each second that passed by more tension was around them as they bite each others lips.
Soon the parted away, trying to catch their breaths while heavy pants could be heard. A string of saliva conected their lips, which were now only inches apart.
"What... has gotten into you?" She said as she panted heavily, looking into his eyes now filled with nothing but lust, a burning lust.
"Why have you been ignoring me?" He said, glaring at her while his hands wondered around her body before finally stopping on her ass.
She gasped slightly before looking down, her ears now painted in a bright red. She hesitated for a moment before looking up, meeting her (e/c) eyes with his golden ones.
"I..." She started while she thought of the correct words she needed to say. "I thought that maybe I could forget my feelings for you if I ignored you... Even if it's just a short time" Her gaze never once left his, and she saw how his eyes slightly widened at her sudden words.
His shocked expression turned into a smirk when she said her next words, making her even more flustered.
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A/N note: Heyooo! Soooo, tomorrow I'm not gonna be able to post (I think) because I'm going out the whole day. The last chapter is gonna be smut so be prepared
And yeah, that was all I wanted to say. Btw I'm accepting requests because I'm a little bored and I still haven't got any ideas for Mikey's fanfiction. Anyways, thanks for reading the story if you have reached this far!
