Blue Exorcist Lemons

Bon

"What's the point of all this, Bon?" Y/N slammed her textbook shut, frustration etched on her face. "It's not like we're going to use half of what we learn in the real world."

Bon looked up from his own book, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You'd be surprised," he said, his eyes piercing through her skepticism. "But if you're tired, we can always take a break."

Y/N rolled her eyes, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "A break is not what I need," she grumbled, standing up to stretch her legs. Walking around her room.

"Ah, I know what you need," Bon said, his smirk widening. He closed his book with a dramatic flourish and stood up. He approached her, his movements surprisingly graceful for someone with his build. "How about we practice some combat fighting? First to pin the other one wins."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, the challenge sparking a fire in her. "You're on," she said, squaring up to him. They were both students at the prestigious True Cross Academy, where exorcism was the main subject. Training was intense, but Bon had a knack for making it seem like playtime.

They stepped into the private training room, the mats underfoot providing a cushioned surface for their impending battle.

"Remember, no magic," Y/N reminded, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine, fine," Bon chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "But don't say I didn't offer."

The two squared off, their breaths steady, eyes locked. The room was silent except for the faint creak of the floorboards under their shifting weight. Y/N could feel the tension coiling in her muscles, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation. Bon, on the other hand, seemed relaxed, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and excitement.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Always," Y/N replied, her fists clenching at her sides.

With a sudden burst of speed, Bon lunged forward, his hand shooting out to grab her. Y/N spun to the side, narrowly avoiding his grasp. She countered with a swift kick aimed at his midsection, but he anticipated her move and jumped back, laughing.

"Not bad," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with determination. He had always been the more serious one, his focus unwavering in their studies and training. Y/N, on the other hand, had a way of making everything seem like a game, which sometimes grated on his nerves. But he couldn't deny that her playful spirit had brought out a side of him he didn't know existed.

Their sparring session grew more intense, each move calculated and swift. The air in the room seemed to crackle with energy as they danced around each other, their bodies a blur of motion. Y/N felt her heart pounding in her chest, not just from the exertion but from the electricity that seemed to sizzle between them. She had to admit, it was exhilarating.

Bon feigned a punch, and Y/N took the bait, throwing herself into a roll that brought her up behind him. Before she could act, he spun around, and had her pinned underneath him. Their faces only inches apart.

"Looks like I win," he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She could feel the weight of his body pressing down on hers, his muscles taut with power. For a moment, she froze, unsure of how to respond. Then she bucked her hips, using her legs to flip them over so she was straddling his hips.

"I wouldn't count your chickens yet," she said, her voice a little shaky with the sudden rush of adrenaline.

Bon's smirk grew into a full-blown grin as he looked up at her. "Is that so?" He didn't struggle, seemingly content to let her enjoy her victory, even if it was only for a moment.