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Kuga Shuu x Reader - Show Me

A/N- Hey everyone! I'm back this week with Kuga. So I hope you are all liking this weekly update. Anyways, I don't have much to say, to I hope you enjoy!

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You'd never dated someone younger before. Older guys had always caught your attention—their confidence, their experience, the way they carried themselves. But when it came down to it, a one-year difference wasn't a big deal, right? Love was love... or so you told yourself.

The hard part wasn't the age gap. It was him. He barely talked, and when he did, it was quiet and composed, like every word was carefully chosen.

Kuga Shuu was a first-year student. You were a second-year and not the type to go out of your way to talk to underclassmen. But he was... different. Tall, strikingly handsome, with soft purple hair that fell gently over his eyes. There was something about his silence that made you want to know more.

So one day, you took a deep breath and approached him during lunch.

"You're the new music student, Kuga Shuu, right?"

He looked up from his book. "Ah, yes. And you are?"

"(Full Name). Second-year. I'm in the music department too."

"Nice to meet you, sempai." He gave a polite bow.

You smiled. "No need to be so formal."

From then on, things just clicked. He opened up more around you—not by much, but enough. You learned that he played piano, and not just casually. He played with emotion, with soul. Every note he touched said something he wouldn't speak out loud.

Weeks later, your friends dragged you into a nearby café. They had heard a "cute guy" worked there and insisted you had to see him. You rolled your eyes, only to freeze when you saw who was behind the counter.

"Kuga-kun?"

He looked up, surprised but calm as always. "(L/N)-san. It's a pleasure to see you."

Your friends exchanged glances and grinned. "You two know each other?"

"Yeah... he's a freshman," you said quickly, trying to keep your cool.

From that day on, you started visiting the café more often. At first, it was casual—you came for the coffee, or at least that's what you told yourself. But really, it was the way he played piano in the evenings, his fingers dancing across the keys while the world around you melted into soft melodies.

One chilly afternoon, you waited outside the café for his shift to end. Your hands were shoved deep in your pockets, trying to fight off the cold. When he finally stepped outside, his jacket slightly unzipped, he gave you a rare smile.

"Have you been waiting long?" he asked softly.

"No, not really. Come on—let's take a walk."

The two of you walked side by side through the nearby park. The silence was comfortable now, filled with unspoken thoughts and shy glances. But suddenly, he stopped walking and gently pushed you back against a tree.

"Oi... What are you doing?" you whispered, heart racing.

He leaned in, his eyes locked on yours, and for once, there was no hesitation. His lips met yours—warm, careful, then deeper. His hands rested lightly against your back, and your arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss grew more intense. In that moment, you knew. You didn't need words. You were his, and he was yours.

You and Kuga officially became a couple soon after. Reactions were mixed—some people were jealous, others surprised, and a few didn't approve. But none of that mattered. What you two had was real.

A year passed. You grew closer in every way, but you began to feel like something was missing. You were ready to take things further, to show him how deeply you felt. He hadn't brought it up, and you respected that. But this time, you decided to make the first move.

Your parents were out of town, and you invited him over for a cozy movie night.

"Shuu? Want something to snack on?" you asked from the kitchen.

"Sure," he called back, settling onto the couch.

Hours passed, and you lost track of how many movies you watched. At some point, you found yourselves sitting closer, his arm draped loosely behind you. Then, out of nowhere, he leaned in and kissed you—slow, intense, and full of something you hadn't felt from him before.

You blinked, breathless, as he gently pushed you down onto the couch.

"Shuu?"

His eyes darkened slightly as he whispered, "I want to show you what I'm capable of."

Your heart thudded. "Then show me."

That night was everything. Passionate, emotional, tender. He wasn't just quiet anymore—he was deliberate. Every touch, every movement was filled with meaning.

Let's just say... he was damn good in bed.

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