The President & The Photographer

Part 2

I'll continue to consider alternate endings if you come up with ideas. If you don't have any ideas to share, then this is the end of this one-shot... well, two-shot but the first part was so small... I hope you enjoy what I came up with.

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With your camera set up and ready to go for the second time today, you begin taking pictures of the judo match that just started. You laid down on the floor and tilted the camera up to get a better shot of Miyabigaoka's judoka – who happened to be winning at the moment. Right as you took a photo, he turned his head and you could see his face more clearly. Your eyes widened behind the camera and your finger stopped applying pressure to the button that captures the pictures. It was Igarashi-kaichou.

After the match ended, you avoided looking at him as much as you possibly could. Doing that wasn't too difficult since you were focused on getting pictures of the other judokas during their matches but every so often you would see him out of your peripherals, staring at you.

When all the matches were over – and won by Miyabigaoka – the many spectators dissipated from the room. That left you alone, putting your camera into its bag and getting ready to leave.

A hand wrapped around your wrist, effectively spinning you around until your back landed against the wall. With your eyes firmly shut, a small and squeaky shriek came from your mouth. Well, you thought you were alone.

Whoever it was had their eyes on you, you could feel it. Based on the hand still holding your wrist, you knew the person who grabbed you was male. The only person that came to mind was the president. Instantly, your eyes popped open and narrowed as you cast a glare at him.

"Is there something I can help you with, kaichou?" you spat out of irritation while trying to ignore the fact that his black dress shirt was unbuttoned and he had, clearly, just gotten out of the shower.

He smirked and leaned in closer. "I believe there is." Before allowing you another word, he closed the distance between the two of you with a searing kiss. The shock from how sudden it was prevented you from reacting. You were frozen on the spot.

Finally, you came to your senses and struggled to get free from his grasp. His hold was stronger but you did manage to stop the kiss. "What the heck was that?" you shouted, furious at his actions, and his gaze intensified.

"That was for being a distraction during my match," he replied as if it should've been obvious to you.

You gave him an incredulous look as you laughed dryly. "Distraction? I was just doing my job and, from what I saw, it didn't matter anyway since you won." The smirk on his face grew, telling you that your comment only inflated his ego.

"I did win, didn't I? Then I guess that means it should be easy for me to do this." Before you could do anything, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

Wriggling and hitting your hands against his back, you yelled at him, "Put me down, Igarashi!"

He hummed then gave an answer, clearly enjoying himself. "I don't want to, (F/N)-chan. I'd rather carry you just like this."

"Since you refuse to let go of me, could you at least grab the camera bag? I kind of need those pictures," you retorted while rolling your eyes. Letting out a sigh, he turned around and went back for the bag then walked out into the hall. Thank goodness it was well-after school hours. Having classmates see you being carried around – by the Student Council President of all people – is not something you wanted to happen.

"Igarashi, where are you going?" You were met with silence. He walked into a room and closed the door behind him. Your question was answered when you noticed the plaque that read "president" on the desk. This is his office.

The camera bag got put on the table in front of a couch. "What are we doing in here?" Again, no response. "Hey–!" Suddenly, you were laying on the couch and his lips were on yours for a second time. With him hovering just above you and practically holding you down, you had a difficult time trying to get out of this situation.

He didn't let up any and the longer he kissed you, the more you considered giving in. Eventually, you did just that. You could feel him smirk. Finally, you were able to breathe.

"Igarashi-kaichou..." you started to say, regret laced in your voice.

"Enough with the formalities, (F/N)-chan."

Tora leaned in again but you spoke before he got too far. "Tora-kun," you began, pausing because of the awkwardness you felt at being so informal. "We shouldn't. We shouldn't have the first time."

He got closer than he already was, close enough that your foreheads nearly touched. "And why not? You seemed to enjoy it."

"Because..." You placed your hands on his chest to keep him from moving forward. "Because I'm engaged." Whispering, you gave an apology and, after Tora quickly sat upright, stood up from the couch.

As you began to walk out of his office, you stopped midway. Glancing over your shoulder, you looked toward the ground. "Under better circumstances, things could have been different..." You resumed walking, leaving Tora behind as tears stung the corners of your eyes.

A week has gone by and you haven't been able to stop thinking back to Tora. It's taken a toll on your mood. The people that are constantly around you noticed that you're more quiet and tend to be in a daze often. You just brush them off, saying that you haven't been sleeping well.

All the yearbook staff left about an hour ago and you decided to stay late today, hoping to get some work done. By your standards, you've been slacking. There's a deadline coming up and you wanted to be sure everything was progressing enough to be completed on-time.

One of the staff just texted you, asking if they'd left something there. Checking around all the computers and coming up with nothing, you moved into the storage closet to check there. Nothing. As you texted them back, being around the cameras reminded you of something.

A gasp escaped your mouth. "Crap." How could it take this long for you to realize that you left the camera in Tora's office? You groaned.

"Forget something?"

His voice caused you to whip around with wide eyes as he stood there with a smirk and a hand holding up the camera bag. Tora started walking closer and you suddenly looked toward the floor.

"Thanks..." you mumbled, reaching out to take the bag but he placed it on the shelf behind you instead. Each of his hands rested against the shelving, effectively caging you in until he brought one of them up to cup your cheek and started leaning in. "We can't. I'm engaged, remember?"

"How could I forget? You are my fiancée after all."

Bewildered, you questioned him. "What are you talking about?"

"It took longer than I thought it would, but your parents simply made a delayed decision to take the better offer," he explained, the smirk on his face continuing to grow as you shook your head in disbelief. A few seconds later, you two were kissing in the secluded storage closet of the yearbook team's computer lab.