𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗳 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝗧𝗪𝗢

Takashi Mitsuya

Spineless 

Synopsis: It was by accident! You Swear! Though the reason the soccer ball went through the window might be a different story in fact. As a punishment becomes an award both you and Mitsuya get a little bit closer. 

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                    It spins softly on his right index finger steadied by middle finger, his left shoulder takes the weight of his body as he leans against the frame of the second story classroom. Knitted between his brown and caught on the tip of his tongue are unfathomable consequences that would be tasked to the owner of the soccer ball that had come barreling through the after school home economics club.

                    The circumference between 27-28' inches is punctured out of the window behind his, "The President's" table, his sewing had been chewed up by the machine and still lays in a pile of bundled fabric that would end up being nothing more than scrape. Unsalvageable as it would be both too big a job to unpick every thread and to clean it of the suffocated glass shards that were now practically sewed into it.

'Hi Mitsuya!' you frantically giggle, as if your school girl charm would win you of this battle,

                    However you hadn't taken into account that your brow was rinsed with sweat, your shirt had dirt stains on it and you were the owner of the soccer ball that had burst into his room and destroyed his garment. You stand there with a space cadent smile, pretending it wasn't you but some other soccer club member. He doesn't look impressed, as your hands go to steal the ball and his grip becomes firm. There are hands on the soccer ball, yours and his. You're tempted to do something not very ladylike to get away from the president of the home economics but refuse knowing who he is connected with.

'Y/n...' he says your name is emphasized slowly in his gravelly voice, he makes sure to make eye contact with you, his calm voice sends chills down your spine like every single time you to make polite conversation,

                    It's hard not to make eye contact with him trying to sprawl your grip around the circumference of the ball but his hands are much bigger than yours, every time you try your fingers are pushed against his soft flesh. Your hands snap from the ball and down to your side, you bow at the hips and your head hangs low. Hands cupped upwards as if to receive the ball though you knew fully well that the boy wouldn't give it to you, he holds grudges like this and since it isn't your first time you knew you'd be in for it.

'Taka-' 'Don't Taka me, you know the consequences.' he mutters underneath his breath, his breath pacing itself down your left side as he's leant in so only you can hear,

                     Adjusting his sweater he leans back the ball placed between your shaking hands. He knew just how to dominate you and did so with pleasure. His right hand shuffles back into the pocket of his creme colored sweater, his left fidgets with his earring.

'It was by accident!' you whine,

                     He smiles, his fidgeting hand falls back into his other sweater pocket. He turns around letting a soft sight of excitement out. His head cocked over your shoulder addressing your figure, studying carefully amidst his glazed over eyes filled with unrequited love.

'Sure it was.'

                    You're seated at his desk. It's inches from your face. The petite second hand learned to sew books he had adamantly read during his younger years. He stands behind you with a small smile, forearms resting upon your shoulder to keep his arms stable. Your head cocks slightly, a soft blurry image of him in your peripheral vision. He was so excited about it, a treasure of his childhood handed to the treasure of his heart- though you didn't know that.

'This is my punishment?' you gawk, if it was any other personal belongings belonging to someone else you would hold it by the cover between your thumb and index, but it's his...

He smirks, you tell by the soft almost under his breath chuff, 'Thought it would be more of a you punishment, I swear you spend more time than actually playing soccer.'

                    Your head rolls back on the backrest of the chair. Knitted eyebrows and a questionable face, your head slightly tilted in confusion. Your nose scrunches up when your confused about something. he continuously stares upon with a faint smile against his lips though he wants to seem level headed, calm and above all not like his heart is about to jump out of his chest.

'You punishment is to read the entire thing.'

                    Your chest rises with a heavy sigh, your head tilts forward and your feet become crossed on the seat. As you begin to read the book, Mitsuya wanders the classroom desperate to cool his thoughts. His mind in divergent thoughts to you, continuously engulfed itself with cries of help from the members of the home economics class.

                    His lips parted, hand outstretched. He's close, you're in reach of him yet he's torn away by you quickly by another plead for help. Soon everyone has left and as he catches his breath he softly makes eye contact with your entrance face.

'How is it?' he says wandering over till he can lean against the table,

                    Your thumb placed between your lips, the book held upright in one hand and while you heard him you chose not to speak until the last sentence on the very large page was read. It's only five sentences away. He reaches to wave his hand in front of your eyes, yet your hand not containing the book grabs it. You rest his hand against the tabletop of the school table, yours holding it as you slowly unwrap your legs and place them against the floor, holding his hand in one, the book in the other.

'Y/n?' he whispers softly,

                     You place the book down though you still hold his hand as it slowly begins to form around your own. You look at his hand, the veins forming within his hand before you let go and wipe your tired face with both your hands.

'Punishment over?' you mutter,

                     He softly nods, his hands reach the book to fill up the small emptiness where your hand once was. His eyes meet yours for a breath minute before you avert under his pressure, his fingers meet your chin once more and pull your gaze back to him.

'So?'

'It was boring.' the chair is pushed out by you, the soccer ball is kicked up by your foot and caught between your fingertips,

                    You swerve past the tables and make it to the door when you're held back by your own self. In annoyance you stand there your legs softly moving and your feet bouncing to ease your nerves.

'Taka, you should get a new one. It's old and you don't want to ruin it anymore.' you sigh, unable to stare at the same spot your head rolls around in search for something to distract you, 'If you want I can come with.'

                    Your voice is incoherent to the strong willed, overflowing confidence shout he hears outside the window. It's as soft as a mouse, and filled with shrieks of nervousness. He smiles and guesses he's not the only one with a crush.

'Like a date?' he watches your figure and knows what you mean even when you blurt out no,

'No! Just like I owe you I guess...' You mutter,

He chuckles, 'So a date?'

                    Your head turns, eyes unable to meet him though he can see your cheeks are burning red, a sizzling red color distinct from your natural tones.

'Whatever you wanna call it.' you grumble disappearing towards the football field hearing him shout that it is a date behind you made you smile,

                    Your shirt pulled up above your nose to hide it as it begins to settle. A date with Mitsuya, as your face is staring upon the ground you hear his shout down the corridor.

'If You wanted to ask me out you could have just asked instead of breaking the windows?!'