Koi no Sedai // Generation of Love ! [REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

Kise Ryouta : Officially Mine.

"[Y/N], will you be kind enough to bring these papers to the music room?" your teacher showed up behind you, with a box full of whatever. By the looks of it, it seemed pretty heavy.

You nodded, humming in agreement, as you took the box into your own hands, hugging it to prevent it from falling, "Thanks so much, [Y/N]!" He ran off to the faculty room, late for a meeting.

You sighed, you were taken advantage of your kindness again.

You got to the room safely, disappointed Kise didn't show up to help you like in a typical, shoujo manga scene.

Yes you had a crush on Kise, but who didn't? Although you weren't one of his screaming, crazy fangirls. You were more of a closet fangirl. Almost literally because you had posters and calendars with Kise, stuck INSIDE a closet.

You took a step outside Kaijo's gate, until you heard pitter patters, getting louder and louder by the second. You looked up to see rain.

Yes, rain.

Gdi.

You started running until you felt a hand grab your arm, "[Y/N]cchi..?" you froze, and turned around to see him.

Oh my--

Is this a dream?

Someone, wake me up.

You stared at him in disbelief, not knowing what to do, "H-hey! Don't just stand there, let's go!"

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My heart is going to explode,

probably my face too.

You stood at the door or Kise's room, "Come on in, [Y/N]cchi!" Hesitantly, you obeyed, and took a step inside.

"Wow, your rooms pretty..cleaner than I expected" you looked around to see books organized in a book shelf, a pile of magazines, obviously with himself in it, medals, etc.

"I thought you'd be a messy closet shut-in or something," you teased, earning a whine from him, "Meanie~" he pouted, making you blush. You turned your head to hide your blush, but when you turned it back, you saw Kise stripping his shirt off,

He. Looked. Hot.

HOTTTT.

BURNING HOTTT,

LIKE MY FACE--

"O-O-Oi! K-Kise! Put on a shirt!" you tried to cover your face with your hands. Next thing you know it, your hands were held by bigger ones, pushing them away from your face.

Oh now he's holding my hands.

What'll he do next? Kiss me? Hah, in my dreams.

A smirk grew on his face, seeing you tomato-red, "Don't act like you don't like it, [Y/N]" dropping the 'cchi,' you were surprised, as he cooed into your ear,

He leaned in closer,

"And you'll see more of this, only if.."

He ended the sentence by pushing the back of your head to make your lips meet with his, you were then pulled into a deep, long kiss.

"..You become officially mine."