“You’re home early.”
The sound of your voice caught Akira’s attention, causing the male to turn around in surprise. His partner was leaning against the door frame of the hallway. “Did I wake you?”
You shook your head and shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep.”
He chuckled, throwing his jacket off and picking you up bridal style. “You look tired, baby. I would of been home sooner, but Kaito wouldn’t let me go.”
“It’s fine.” You muttered, falling asleep as soon as he laid you on the bed. He smiled in content, kissing your forehead before climbing into bed next to you, his arms wrapping securely around your waist.
“Good night, love.”
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“Don’t start with me.” You growled, not bothering to turn around and look at the older male that stood behind you on the rooftop. You were leaning against the railing, eyes staring out at nothing. Truth was, you were pretty tired after working all day and just getting off about two hours ago and then having to deal with Mikan, Ikki and Rika. But you’d never admit that to him since you were both having a contest to see who could go the longest without sleep.
Your body tensed in surprise when you felt two arms snake around your waist, the intoxicating scent of Yoshitsune filling your nose. His grip tightened, pulling you towards him until your back met his chest.
He smirked, biting your ear lightly. “Let’s call it a draw and go to bed together, alright?”
How could you say no to that? You were exhausted, after all.
“You should come to bed, love.” Spitfire encouraged, his hands resting on his your shoulders.
You let out a small yawn, your tired eyes blinking down at the paper before you. You had been up since about five am trying to finish the paper for school Monday morning, but you barely managed to finish half. You didn’t want to think of what Orihara would do to you if you didn’t finish it. You had, after all, already been given a two week extension on it.
“I have to finish this, Spitfire.” You murmured as your eyes started to droop. “It has to be done… by tomorrow…”
Spitfire watched as your eyes finally closed and your body gave into sleep. He smiled softly, picking you up and setting you down onto the bed the two of you share. He laid a small kiss to your forehead before crawling in next to you.
“I have to admit, I’m impressed!” Orihara grinned, holding up your finished A+ paper. “Now, do you see? When you set your mind to it, you can do it!”
A smile came to you lips, I owe you one, Spitfire.
“W-What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
You turned around to come face to face with a half naked Kazu; he had nothing on but a small towel wrapped around his waist and another around his neck. His hair was still dripping with water, while a couple stray drops rolled down his chest and arms. His face was red from embarrassment. “I could ask you the same thing, Kazu.”
“This is the boys’ locker room!” He retorted, trying to cover his embarrasment and stop his erratic heart beat.
You chuckled. “True, but it’s after school hours. No one is supposed to be here.” You moved forward until you were inches from the embarrassed male. “You should of locked the door, Kazu-chan~”
His back hit the cold tile wall and he gulped. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears. Even after you kissed him, he couldn’t calm his racing heart.
“Where the hell is that boy?” You muttered as you leaned against a tree in the park. It was already nightfall and the only sounds came from the crickets. The only lights came from the street lamps and the fireflies. You had been sitting in that damn park for about 25 minutes, waiting for the infamous “beast” to show up. He was the one to call you, after all, he should have been on time.
“Hey! You haven’t been waiting long, have you?” Akira appeared in front of you, a small smile on his face.
You glared at the older boy, eye twitching in annoyance.
“Before you respond to that, just let me say this.” He smirked, leaning forward and bringing you into a mind blowing kiss that made the wait well worth it.
You scoffed after he pulled away. “You better be lucky I love you so damn much, Akira Udou.”
You let out a yawn, using the back of your hand to cover your mouth even though it didn’t do much to stop the sound from escaping. “Shit~ I’m so tired! That damn Orihara, working us like we’re freaking dogs.”
Sora glanced at you as you sat on the ground next to his wheelchair and smiled, patting your head. “Go to bed, then.”
“I don’t want to.” You stood up and stretched. “I’m not really that tired.”
He slid his finger through the belt loop on your jeans and pulled you closer until you were sitting on his lap. “Baby, don’t lie to me.”
You scoffed, looking away to fight the small blush on your cheeks. Only Sora could make you feel so flustered.
He chuckled, his arms snaking around your waist while his chin rested comfortably on your shoulder. “If I go with you, will you go to sleep?”
“Maybe.” You murmured, hand resting on his bare arm.
He chuckled again, kissing your neck and tightening his grip around you.
Yoshitsune lit the cigarette in his mouth, exhaling a puff of smoke. He was standing in Trident’s main base, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed behind purple glasses. Only when he heard footsteps coming his way did he open them, letting his brown orbs move to greet the person he called his own.
“I figured this was where you were.” You murmured, stopping a few feet in front of him.
He shrugged, a smirk lighting up his face as he moved forward, pulling you into his arms. He grabbed the cigarette from his mouth before his lips made contact with your own, relishing in the taste of his partner and nicotine mixed as one.
“Damn it. This sucks.” Mitsuru muttered, glaring at the ground with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants.
“For the record, I did tell you to go earlier if you wanted to go to the arcade, but you refused to listen and wanted to go later. It’s no wonder the place was packed, school’s out by now, remember?” You responded, your tone a mix of mocking and teasing.
“Yeah, Yeah.” He grabbed a hold of you, pushing you into the alleyway and against the wall. “Then again, I may have just gotten another idea.”
Sora grinned as he looked down at you sitting at the table next to him. Ikki was across from you, sitting alongside Ringo; they were playing a game of WAR. As of now, Ikki was winning and rubbing it in your face.
You scowled, about to pick the card from the top of your small deck but Sora’s hand stopped you. “Do you mind?”
You shrugged, holding the deck up so he could grab the card. He pulled it off the top and threw it on the table. The three blinked, staring at the spade Ace that Sora had just thrown down, beating out the other two cards.
“No way! You cheated!” Ikki accused, pointing an accusing finger in your face.
You growled. “Bullshit! Sora couldn’t see the card, so it counts!”
“Then how the hell did he get that? Your deck has been sucking!”
“I’m her good luck charm ~!” Sora chimed, sending you a wink.
“What’re you up to, love?” Spitfire questioned, looking over your shoulder. He had decided to close shop early and was just about ready to go home for much deserved rest. Of course, you had been there all day, as well despite your complaints of wanting to be anywhere but a hair salon.
“Math.” You said with fake enthusiasm. Of course, not even the first problem had been done.
He chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Does it really suck that bad to be here?”
“Yes!” You exclaimed, throwing your book into your bag and standing up. “I mean, I love ya Spitfire. I really do. But this kind of thing… not my thing.”
He chuckled again, cupping your face and bringing your lips to his. “I know, love, I know.”