Side Effects [Shinsou X Jirou]

005

Shinsou panted as he kissed the lips he couldn't get out of his head for weeks, damn he missed her.

The raven haired girl had her arms wrapped around him like a vice, he could tell that she longed for him as much as he did.

He cupped her face and stared into her onyx eyes, they were hazy as if drunk on cheap alcohol, they were fixed on him only and it made warmth pool in his stomach.

He watched her cheeks flush, her shoulders rise and fall in time with her breathing. She was something he couldn't put a finger on, and he figured he'll never.

"Shinsou... I'm curious." She trailed small circles on his biceps and he was certain that if she asked for the world he'll give it to her.

"About?" He replied.

"I want to know a bit more about you."

He squeezed her hips a bit upon hearing that, why would she want to know about him? Aren't they in it because of the pleasure they got from each other.

This was a bit unsettling.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me." She stared down at him, unfazed by his reluctance, yet so understanding. "...Sorry if I seemed intrusive."

He brought his gaze to her and exhaled slowly, "It's fine... What do you want to know."

Jirou's brows raised and her eyes slightly widened, she coughed awkwardly before speaking.

"Anything, um... What you like doing in your past time, Are there any foods you like or dislike, the simple stuff."

She couldn't look at him the entire time she was talking, it was rather embarrassing on her half to be saying all these mundane things.

It felt so unusual, but she wasn't totally against being out of her comfort zone.

'Those articles on the internet better be helpful...'

Shinsou smiled with his eyes closed, he looked up at her.

"I like reading novels and writing, regarding food I like anything, I'm not too keen on spicy food but I'll eat it if given." He chuckled upon seeing her eyes gleam, "What about you?"

"I like reading novels too and writing...." She scoffed and scratched her cheek with her earphone Jack, "Hell, I play a couple of instruments nothing special and I like spicy vegetable stews."

"You also write songs?"

"Yeah... In a way."

"What instruments if I'm allowed to ask?"

"How formal," She chuckled into her fist, "A couple of guitars."

"I'm sure you play it so well." He teased, "Maybe I'll get to see you play one day."

"You can bet your ass I do." She quipped and ran her hand through his wild hair, "Maybe..."

Shinsou hummed and kissed her wandering wrist, "You're obsessed with running your hands through my hair."

"You always leave it so messy..." She sighed, "Don't you have a comb or something?"

"I don't follow societal norms." He looked at her dully, "I never had and I don't think I'm about to start now."

"Geez, you're so weird sometimes." Jirou sighed, she cupped his face and squished it, prompting his cheeks to compress and lips to pucker out, "...and so intense."

He took hold of her hands squeezing his face and pulled her close by her wrists. His lips fit hers so perfectly and she widened her eyes in surprise.

They both pulled back and Shinsou couldn't hide his grin upon seeing her expression.

"You're a enigma." He padded her soft pink lips while tracing small circles on her thighs, "One moment you're condescending and teasing, next you're soft and unable to form a coherent language."

"Shut up." She turned away with her cheeks flushed and brows knitted.

"Are you what they call a Tsundere?" He mused and continued his teasing.

"Stop it! I'm not a tsundere." She whined but her blush was still evident and baring. He grinned and kissed her neck and cheek.

"I'll call you Tsun-Jirou."

"Call me that and I'll kill you."

~•~

Shinsou walked out of their private hideaway and after a while Jirou came out. She heaved a sigh but was frozen the moment big onyx eyes were fixed on her.

'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Why is Tsuyu here!?'

Jirou gulped and didn't know what to do, she couldn't escape because they were already in each others line of sight.

She hated the fact that she could never tell what Tsuyu was thinking, what was running through her mind.

Time seemed to be set on slow motion because neither of them were able to move from their positions, Tsuyu's round eyes ever so observant was fixed on Jirou solely.

"Kyouka-chan."

"Tsuyu...."

"I know it's rude of me to pry...."

'Fuck, she's going to ask about–'

"–Why were you in that abandoned classroom with Shinsou?"

"What?"

'You dumbass, now's not the time to act oblivious.'

Tsuyu cocked her head to the side still expecting an answer, Jirou was sure Tsuyu wasn't a snitch, but if it was serious Tsuyu would totally expose her to their teacher.

"... I was..."

'Damn what do I do?'