It took me three times to draw their kiss. Three fucking and agonizing times. My parents are ranting me to go to sleep but I slept too much in the evening and woke up late so I wasn't really sleepy so they have to deal with me drawing at midnight. And I just realized, Ara's breasts are smaller than they're supposed to be nowadays. What the hell??? Why can't I draw them huge now?! I've been cursed.
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It's Saturday and Ara got some work to do in her company. I know, why the absolute fuck does a teenager run a damn company already? She doesn't even know herself (I mean, she does but the answer just disappoints her when she thinks about it). Not only that, it's one of the biggest companies ever in the world. So her life is extra busy at that point. She has to deal with work and school work. At least she manages herself to finish what needs to be finished before the deadline.
"Wait, why are you here again?" Ara turned her head beside her to see an all too familiar ash blonde standing inside an elevator in her company with her.
Katsuki scoffed. "You called me to go to your apartment but some jackass called you to come here and you let me tag along, pretended to be your boyfriend so I can access myself in here, and here we fucking are now. Amnesia fucking much?"
"Not my fault that I'm always not in the mood when I walk inside this shitty place that I have to run by myself after my older sister got married..."
"You have an older sister?"
"Yeah and stop asking right there." Ara groaned as the elevator doors opened, revealing a familiar fancy hallway for her. Then the two walked in silence until they reached massive doors at the end of the hallway. "This is my office... I'll give you all my belongings in my apartment, including all of my data, if my office is empty and clean."
The doors opened when Ara placed her hand on a identification pad and walked inside, waiting for a second for the lights to open. Katsuki just looked at how much paper is littered on her desk, floor, and even some of them started flying when the air conditioning unit turned on.
"So much for that hang-out you planned for you and I."
Ara groaned at his comment and walked like a zombie towards her chair and sat down, cracking her knuckles after as she fished down for her pen. "Give me at least five hours to finish six stacks of these without talking, okay? Find something that you can do while I work and don't you dare disturb me."
Time skip, it's been five hours already and Katsuki didn't really do anything but stand up and look at Ara's office or start playing with his phone on her couch. Like Ara said, she hasn't said a word to him as she works and Katsuki can't help but feel annoyed by the fact her attention is placed on paper and not on him. Who does that? It got to the point Katsuki had enough of it and strode next to Ara who's signing papers like a mad man and doesn't give a shit on what's written on it anymore.
"Oi, Ara."
No answer.
"Ara."
Still no answer.
"Fucking talk to me, dragon eyes."
Oh, what a surprise, no answer.
"Hey-"
"Can you stop and stay quiet?" Ara finally complained, her eyes still fixed on her papers and files. "I don't care if five hours had passed, let me finish half of these then start talking to me."
Katsuki then growled and grabbed a chair, placing it next to Ara's and sat down. "At least fucking talk to me a little bit, you damn working machine. Face me then pour out whatever shit that's sitting on your shoulders to me."
Ara then sighed, figuring having an argument with him will waste more time than talking normally like this. She let goes of her pen and turns to Katsuki, looking at his red orbs with her legs crossed. "Okay, okay. What you're about to hear is all about my work and how it destroys me bit by bit but it's only going to be fast talk so expect me to give you a rap-"
"Stop fucking talking about shit like that and move on to your actual topic, moron."
"Excuse me but you are the one who wanted me to let go of my mental weight on my arms, head, and shoulders!"
"Whatever and started ranting your ass, bitch."
Oh, Katsuki's going to regret the fact he wanted Ara to rant to his face about her work. Like Ara said, her talking did become a rap and it looks like she's beating Eminem just by talking like a god. A rap god. Katsuki did catch some of what she says like she can't sleep well, can't focus on one thing anymore and always get mad at anyone over nothing, having a mental breakdown every now and then... She's falling apart is what she meant just by working. How can be her sister so cruel and clueless about what she got her sister into? That son of a bitch.
Katsuki then remembered something. She likes him and he likes her back. They enjoy their time together even if they show it in a weird way like having arguments all the time and can't stop yelling. But... What if he tries something and hopefully not get punched in the face, knowing Ara being like that? Oh well, risks are risks.
Ara's is still blabbering now and Katsuki just couldn't help himself anymore. "You talk too fucking much, Dragnite." He then quickly shushed her by (sort of) slamming his lips against hers, his hands locked on her arms to keep her steady. Her lips are soft, divine, and sweet like strawberries. It's paradise to him.
Ara's orbs are open wide, blushing at this and completely left off-guard. She didn't really try to push him away like she expected herself to. She enjoyed this and let her body become calm and just sit back, feeling his lips on hers.
Katsuki then broke the kiss apart, placing his forehead on hers with a smirk as he stares at her beautiful blue dragon eyes. "I know you like me back. Don't you fucking dare deny it."
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Aaaaaaand, another time wasted on that story thing. Read it to show appreciation, please-
Also, I'm not going to put the list anymore because I'm lazy as balls.
That's all and BAIII~~~
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