underground, nagi seishiro ✓

𖥻 12

"what's going on?" seishiro's voice pulls you back into the here and now. his eyes are looking at you, his hands are on your upper arms and he has leaned back a bit to get a better look at you.

you don't know how long you've been in thought, but apparently long enough to get the one in front of you.

"i'm not supposed to be here. my dad found out i was here hanging out with you and he forbade me to see you and come here. actually, i'm grounded, but i snuck out. oh god, if my dad finds out, i can sign my death warrant," you rattle off, getting more and more nervous and slowly but surely losing your mind.

your eyes become moist, you have to pull yourself together strongly so that they don't come out of your eyes and show themselves.

you don't want that, would only feel even weaker than you already are.

it would have been better if you hadn't sneaked out, or if you had never met seishiro, you think to yourself.

oh what are you talking about? you're totally addicted to this guy.

"hey. y/n, look at me," two warm hands put their hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look into the beautiful eyes of the person opposite you.

just the sight of seishiro's eyes calms you down and once again, like so many times before, you lose yourself in his eyes.

only this time it's different — more intimate and passionate.

and then his lips are on yours again.

this kiss is more demanding and hotter, you feel seishiro's warm and wet tongue on your lower lip. since you have never kissed a boy with a tongue, or kissed anyone in general, it's too much for you.

you feel like you urgently need air, so you carefully push him away and this time he even allows this, moving away from you.

he lowers his warm hands and puts them on your hips. there he runs his thumbs over your clothed skin, small and gentle circles that calm you even more and secretly show you that he is there and you're not alone.

you trust seishiro, he would never do anything that you would not want or that would hurt you.

"i'm sorry. i just don't want us, i mean me, to get caught again," you mumble, allowing him to press you closer to his body again. he puts his arms around you for a loving hug, his hand runs over the back of your head and hair while he whispers sweet little words in your ear.

he's the first one after suzume to understand and sincerely comfort you.

"shh, it's okay. we won't get caught, i promise." he speaks softly, pressing a kiss on your hairline.

again he moves away from you, this time ending all touching and then looks at you with a grin.

"now we're going to have fun. come on, the fight is about to start," he takes your hand in his, pulling you along with him.

this harmless touch alone makes your heart beat way too fast.

the boxer's hand closes perfectly around yours and despite the fact that his grip is gentle and careful not to hurt you, it's still firm.

it's a small feeling of security that you haven't felt in a long time — it's almost as if your hands were made for each other.

even after 30 minutes every time someone gets hit, you wince.

these violent sports are probably not really your thing or you just feel sorry for the two people who are currently in the ring and whose faces are covered in blood.

seishiro, who has his hand on your thigh the whole time, laughs now and then, cheers with you, if there was a good punch. he doesn't seem to mind this brutality at all, but that's understandable. he fights himself, smashes his skull with other people.

"oh god! ugh, is he trying to bite his ear off?" you ask hysterically, takimg hold of the big hand that is lying on your thigh.

as if by itself, seishiro returns your touch and strokes the surface of your hand with his thumb. at your words, he takes a closer look before he starts to laugh loudly and cheer again.

distraught, you sit next to him and look at him amazed.

"oh shit," he laughs amusedly, then looks at you with a broad smile. "yes, he's trying to do that, and he probably will." you contort your face and try to take your hand out of seishiro's, but he doesn't let you.

worriedly he looks at you until he nods in understanding and stands up.

questioningly, you do the same and just let him pull you along.

"what are we going to do?" you ask him when you've arrived at the parking lot and you can finally take a deep breath, didn't really notice that you were totally tense the whole time.

the boxer turns to you, a small smile gracing his lips. "you didn't like it and you felt uncomfortable. princess, you're really too good for the world," he shakes his head and laughs briefly.

playfully, you want to slap him on the shoulder, but before you do, he has already caught your hand in his. you can't react before he has already grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder.

laughing and wriggling, you lie on his shoulder "where are we going?" you still have to laugh and just manage to ask your question so that he can understand it without any problems.

"wherever you want to go," he finally puts you down. you know where you want to go, what you want to do. at the thought, your cheeks turn hot and you feel nervous, but as if seishiro could read your thoughts, he kisses your cheek and nods. "then we'll go to your place," he whispers, pressing his lips passionately to yours.

and this time it feels so damn right.