"You seemed to have a different opinion yesterday, I recall."
He moved his lips near her ear and whispered almost sinfully.
"I want to fuck your brains out right here, right now."
Y/n turned crimson red as she remembered her words from the previous...
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"Let's play twenty questions!"
Ushijima looked at y/n as though she had grown two heads. No. A big No. Did she not know a thing about him until now? Twenty questions means speaking. A lot and lot of blabbering about things which were practically irrelevant and ridiculous. He had a vague idea of things she may ask him and he was definitely not going to answer those bizarre questions.
Without giving her an answer, he got up from the floor pillow and headed towards the kitchen to grab a quick bite. He noticed Y/n's annoyed expression as she got up and followed him.
"Hey, I asked you something. It's rude to ignore people Ushijima!"
"Well I guess am not a nice guy Y/n."
He stated as a matter of fact as he warmed up the tomato soup he made yesterday. She narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a pointed look.
"Alright. I see. Thank you for your hospitality. Don't even bother stopping me this time."
But before she could storm out of the kitchen his deep voice resounded through the peach walls of the room.
"How old are you?"
She turned on her feet as she tried to comprehend his question in mind.
"I am sorry?"
"Your game. Let's play. I would rather do it than dispose off your corpse from my porch tomorrow morning."
She didn't seem offended by his question as she gave him a radiant smile and perched herself above his dining table.
"I turned twenty six this (month). Same question at you."
He took a sip from his bowl as he sat on the stool adjacent to the kitchen counter and gave her an amused smirk.
"I slept with an old lady."
Y/n gaped at him with wide open eyes and shook her head.
"Whaa..I am just 26. How old are you?"
"Twenty six this august."
She glared at him and threw the apple from the fruit basket at his face but he easily caught it with his left hand and chuckled.
"You are an insolent prick."
"You know that already Miss y/n."
She ignored his cocky expression and struck out her tongue at him before speaking again.
