𝐻𝐴𝐼𝐾𝑌𝑈𝑈!! 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆 (DISCONTINUED)

Kenji Futakuchi × Reader

~☾︎ Spending Time ☽︎~

"Hey, L/N-senpai!" I hear a male voice call from across the courtyard.  I look to see no other than the Futakuchi.  My kouhai by one year.  The brat that has an obsession with me.  "Shouldn't you be doing something other than bothering me?" I toss back and start to walk off. 

"Nope, I've got plenty of time.  Just for you," he tries to flirt.  "Not interested," I fire back, picking up my pace.  "L/N-senpai!  Please wait!" he yells after me.  I don't reply and hear his footsteps making their way closer.  Damn him and his athleticism.  Then he suddenly grabs my hand, yanking me back.

I stumble into his chest and he wraps an arm securely around my waist.  "Let.  Go," I growl, giving him a glare.  "Not until you hear me out.  Please," he begs me.  Trying something new again.  When will he just give up!?  "Fine," I huff, turning my face away.  He still doesn't let go.  He probably knows I'll make a run for it if he does.

"Give me one week.  One week to prove that I really love you.  To prove that I'm the right one for you," he whispers.  My eyes widen as he rests his head on top of mine.  "Please, just one week," he finally whispers.  I blush at the realization of how close we are.

He's holding me tightly, almost like he's caught a delicate animal and doesn't want to let it go.  I think of when I was little, and how I loved to catch the butterflies in the heat of the summer.  The way I'd beg my parents to get a small, plastic cage so that I could keep all the butterflies I caught.

I think of myself as the little butterfly and him as my younger self.  Despite me wanting to be free, to not be held down by anything; he still keeps trying to catch me.  My empathy decides to roll in and take pity on him.  He's been trying so hard, it's almost admirable.

"Alright, 5 days.  Starting today.  I'll make my descision on Friday after your club practice," I sigh.  He grips onto the sweater of my uniform, lifting his head from mine.  "Thank you, Y/N," he uses my first name.  I almost hug him back but he pulls away before I can do so.

"I promise I'll do my best," he holds his fist out in determination.  I chuckle lightly, "Alright," I admit and he runs off to do whatever he needs in order to start this challenge of his.

Friday~

I

wait for Futakuchi while he gets changed in his club room.  This week has been full of, well, surprises.  Most of them putting a smile on my face or eliciting a laugh from my mouth; which Futakuchi described as 'heavenly'.  I wasn't so sure about some of his surprises though. 

The one that stuck in my mind all week was when he got his volleyball teammates to hold a giant banner that said 'I Love You Y/N' in front of everybody in the cafeteria.  All my friends started to tease me and I left with a blush seeming to cover my whole entire body out of pure embarrassment.

I don't usually get flustered easily, or at least I like to think so.  It turns out Futakuchi knows just how to battle that idea, and he isn't half bad.  I just wish he wouldn't have been so embarrassing even though I found it a little bit sweet.

I hear footsteps coming down the staircase and immediately turn to see who it is.  Aone graces my presence with a nod of his head.  "Hello Aone-kun," I greet with a gentle wave.  He simply grunts in return.  "Is Futakuchi coming down soon?" I try asking him.  "Yes . . . " he trails off, seeming to have another thought.  I allow him the time to think about it.

"Ya know L/N-san, he really loves you," he blurts.  I blush at his comment, not having the will to say anything back.  "Don't hurt him, if you can," he says to me and I look up to catch his stoic, intense gaze.  "Okay," I try to say confidently but it comes out as more of a wobbly squeak.

I curse myself for being fazed by his blunt personality.  But, Futakuchi really loves me?  I knew he had at least a crush on me, but love?  It makes me think a lot about him as Aone walks off and I continue to wait for my admirer.

As I'm deep in thought, I don't realize Futakuchi coming towards me.  And he seems to have noticed this fact as well.  He decides to slip behind me and gives me a hug from behind.  This jolts me from my pondering and I immediately go to retaliate against the person but once I realize it's Futakuchi, I relax a bit.

"What are doing Futakuchi?" I ask somewhat flustered.  "Being intimate," he retorts.  I huff at his reply but don't remove myself from his proximity.  Maybe, I love Futakuchi too?  I know it's only been a week, but the realization hits me that if I didn't at least like him, I wouldn't have gotten super flustered by anything this week.

"Futakuchi, do you love me?" I question and feel him somewhat grip me tighter.  "A-and if I do?" he answers my question with a question.  My face contorts into a look of denial and contemplation.  "B-because I might l-love you too," I stutter back.

He grips my shoulders and spins me around to face him.  He looks at me for only a moment before slowly leaning in.  "May I?" he whispers just before touching my lips with his.  I can feel his hot, peppermint breath feather against my lips and mingle with my own breathing.

I nod and he lightly presses his lips against mine without any hesitation.  We seem to fit together, almost perfectly like a puzzle.  I grip onto the jacket of his uniform bringing myself closer as one of his hand rests around my waist and the other cups my cheek gently.

He moves his lips against mine and I take the signal to do the same.  Our once innocent first kiss, turns into a miny make-out session.  It almost seems as if time is standing still, making this moment last forever.  I pull away and gasp for air.  Not a second later Futakuchi grabs my face and dives in for more, continuing our make-out session.  Just after Futakuchi asked for access and before I gave it, we were interrupted.

"Cough," a voice other than our's booms from close by.  We immediately tear away from each other.  I dart my eyes to the direction the voice came from and notice my classmates Kamasaki, Sasaya, and Moniwa.  The two former boys are smirking while Moniwa just gawks at us.

"Damn, Futakuchi beat me to her," Kamasaki complains out of nowhere.  "What!?" Futakuchi and I exclaim.  "Treat her well for me dude," Kamasaki says with a toss of his hand and starts to walk off.  Sasaya just gives us a thumbs up and has to drag Moniwa away.

We both sweat in confusion and blush out of embarrassment.  "Damn, they're gonna talk to me about this tomorrow," Futakuchi whines while rubbing a hand down his face.  "Pfft, two of them are in the same class as me," I mention.  "Let's just forget about it.  Y/N, will you go out with me?" he mentions and asks all at the same time.

I look at him with a smile.  "Yeah.  Wanna walk home with me, Kenji?" I reply easily.  "Wait-  Really!?" he shouts, unbelieving of my answer.  He picks me up and spins me around out of pure happiness.  We both laugh at our infectious glee.  He finally sets me down and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

I hold my hand out for him to grasp and he doesn't even hesitate to lace our fingers together.  It may have only taken a week for me to fall in love with this clingy, affectionate, and tall brat but he's my brat now.  And I'm happy to call him mine.