Uta no Prince-sama: A-Z [ONE-SHOTS]

Signals: S for Seven Sins

A/N: Let's pretend Haruka's presence has made Kira a lot more talkative. In other words, he may be OOC (out of character).

Sins: the seven deadly sins include pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth.

Words: 1566

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Haruka bustled out of the bathroom. She was beaming, almost bursting with excitement. Her eyes were bright and wet with happy tears, her smile blinding. Her chest was puffed out and she stood tall. She was clutching something to her chest as she looked around the house.

She resorted to calling his name instead, "Kira!"

The man came in long strides from the kitchen, soapy rubber gloves indicating that he was washing the dishes before he was summoned by his girlfriend.

Haruka stared breathlessly at him for what seemed like an hour, twinkling citrus eyes peering into his golden ones.

"What's wrong?" Kira asked anxiously.

Haruka shook her head before squealing and jumping into his arms. Grunting at the sudden impact, Kira shook the gloves off onto the nearby table and wrapped his arms around her waist, chuckling softly. "Okay, then what's not wrong?"

She stepped away from him and pushed something into his hands. She watched his reaction as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Her grin became impossibly wider when Kira looked up from the item in his hands.

He looked speechless so Haruka just nodded excitedly.

Kira let out a laugh of pure joy and pulled Haruka's head to him with one hand, kissing her forehead.

*

"Kira," Haruka whined. "Kira, look." She nudged. He reluctantly turned his head to face her, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

Haruka gestured to the young woman standing by the swings, pushing a toddler. The lady was stylish, impeccably so, dressed well in the fall weather. She was also incredibly beautiful with straight, raven-black hair, feline eyes, and a natural air of grace and gentleness about her.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Haruka asked with a sigh. Kira looked troubled, glancing between the young mother and his girlfriend. "Uhm..." He cleared his dry throat.

"I wish I was as mature as her..." Haruka trailed off. She spun around to look at him. "Do you think she's prettier than me?" Her lip quivered, throwing Kira into a fit of panic. He shook his head quickly, trying to assuage Haruka.

"I didn't say that, Haruka."

Her eyes narrowed at him. Kira frantically threw his arms around her shoulders, effectively diverting her attention from her inferiority complex. Bumping foreheads with her, he reassured her quietly, "You are the most beautiful girl I will ever see."

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The heat in their room was stifling. But maybe that was just Kira. He had Haruka nearly in his lap, with a hand on the small of her back, the other cupping her face to keep her close. He had her panting, whimpering for more.

Meshing their lips together with more force, Haruka threaded her fingers through his hair. Kira slipped his tongue between her lips, sparking a battle he quickly won. Haruka moaned softly and snuck a hand under his shirt.

He hissed at the cold contact. Haruka traced his taut torso with her fingers, inching downwards until she got to the band of his jeans. Kira's hand whipped down to grab her's before it could bring him any closer to his release.