studying with them

a/n: in honours of exam season :) will be very slow with works, hope you guys will be patient w me! :)

ft. gom + taiga

studying with KISEis like teaching a child. he gets distracted easily, everything around him catches his eye, and he tends to doze off. “ryouta,” you sighed, flipping the textbook, “you need to pass so you can play in the finals. you don’t want to miss that, do you?” he pouted, “i just can’t focus, it’s so boring. why do i need to know algebra when i’m set for life.” you sighed, until, “why don’t we make a bet? for every question you get right, you get a kiss?” knowing that kise was competitive, he immediately accepted the challenge, gaining the full twenty kisses from the twenty questions. 

you and MIDORIMA had this special, lowkey cafe that you both would study in when tests and exams were coming up. when he notices you’re getting a bit tired, he would get up and order your favourite drink and pastry before giving it to you saying, “don’t fall asleep right now, we still have a couple hours to go. take a break and eat this.” you happily accepted the snacks, feeling your energy go back up again before you studied the material in front of you.

AOMINE was such a bad influence; he never ever studied, never picked up a pencil or paper. so when you voiced out your concerns to him, telling him that, “can’t you at least study for our future? i’m working hard for ours, and it just seems like you don’t care,” something in him sparks. “do you mind if you can tutor me this week, babe?” he texts you, adding a bunch of sad emoticons. you agreed, and although he had lots of questions about every subject, it also helped you study, since you were basically teaching the material. you made a mental note to treat him to something after exams for working so hard. 

another lazy one; MURASAKIBARA. but he’s easier to convince! buy him snacks and he’s basically wrapped around your finger. both of you study in a quiet park on your own, him asking you questions from time to time when he doesn’t understand something. for every subject he studied, you give him a limited-time snack that you’ve collected, solely for this reason. 

you and AKASHI study in the comfort of his library in his home. side by side, you both study your own material with soft music playing in the background. he makes sure he has your favourite cup of tea or coffee prepared before you arrive, and he makes sure you take breaks in between sessions. he’ll massage you, he’ll take your hand and lead you out to the garden, or he’ll let you nap on his shoulder as he reads a novel for half an hour. when you need help, he’s immediately at your service, making the material ten times more comprehensible than your teacher. 

KUROKO likes to study with you in the library. you both share a spotify session where you take turns choosing a playlist. when he sees you getting antsy while you’re studying, he’ll hold your hand and give you a slight smile; just a little gesture of encouragement. he’ll rub the back of your hand before turning his attention back to his textbook, and then you feel more calm as you read your own. he never lets go of your hand. 

KAGAMI really tries to study on his own but can’t because he also gets distracted easily; which is why he loves studying with you! seeing you work hard inspires him to work hard as well, so he takes you to a park near maji burger to study, and then after you guys enjoy a cheap meal! these moments make it more enjoyable for him, and he hopes the same for you.

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you shouldn’t have said that, is what you kept telling yourself as you walked back inside the restaurant, with your tail between your legs and the rather heavy trail of food you were carrying with you.

what had gotten over you?

your boss had scolded you once too many times for you to learn your lesson already. not everyone needed to hear your opinions, or whatever you thought needed to be said. but you couldn’t help it, not when you had seen him reach into the pocket of his jacket yet again to open a brand new pack of cigarettes.

you weren’t gonna say anything, at least, that’s what you decided when you realized he’d taken the last cigarette of the pack. you had watched him consume his forth since he’d arrived there, and although your tongue was irking, wishing to go out there and tell him to stop, when you noticed that he’d thrown the pack away, you relaxed.

but he’d taken a brand new pack, and he was about to light yet another cigarette when you walked out there, and stubbornly said, “sir, i don’t think you should smoke another.”

your breath hitched, stuck inside your throat, when the men looked up and you were now fairly aware of the rather large scar that sat on his eyebrow, reaching down his cheek. he looked at you, glancing as if you had interrupted quite an important moment he was sharing by himself, and you shook, because of his eyes, because of his scary face, the grin, and because of the cold.

he chuckled, roughly, and you weren’t sure if he’d done it because he found the situation funny, or because he’d found you funny. you weren’t sure if you wanted to find out, and so, after spurting out the words that your coworkers had begged you not to, you ran off like a scaredy cat, inside the restaurant.

a few hours—exactly two—had passed since the incident. past two, a thursday night, the place wasn’t crowded, and fast enough, the diner began to empty out. you watched as a few people left the restaurant, and soon, you found yourself hurrying to clean every table surface, knowing that in an hour — at four, another batch of people would arrive. those who had to work early in the morning, yet cherished the greasy sweets and bitter coffee the place offered.

you were sure the place was empty, you knew it always was, that’s why you had decided to take a step out for a moment, hoping to catch a little bit of fresh air, free of the grease and heavy smell of eggs inside.

you sat on the stairs, small steps that directed to the entrance of the diner, when, in the corner of your eye, a dark silhouette loomed close, far too close. you leaped, almost tripping down the stairs when you realized who the person was, but he’d been faster, and with two considerably big hands, he got a hold of you on the upper stair, palms pressed on either side of your hips. your skirt — a thin cloth in black pressed to your body, suddenly felt too thin, as the warmth, burning temperature of the man penetrated your skin.

your hands fell to his wrist, hoping he’d see that, in fact, you were secured on the floor again. but he didn’t budge, and his eyes — those dark eyes weren’t staring at yours anymore.

he cleared his throat, as if you were the one staring down his chest. “hey.”

you wavered, and nodding your head, you decided to give the stranger a shy smile.

he laughed, yet again.

“i just hope you know i threw the cigarette away once you scolded me,” he muttered, as if the two of you were trying to keep a secret.

his scent hit you — unsurprisingly, the man had a pretty confusing combination of cigarettes and…vanilla?

“i shouldn’t have said that, sir,” you chuckled, nervously. “i didn’t mean it.”

his grip, like iron on your body, started to cool down. no longer you felt that warmth you had first felt, instead, it’s almost like, all along, his fingers were freezing cold. you felt it, the coldness of his grasp rising from your hips to your chest, and then, to your mouth. your chest rose, and so did his. you looked down, and then up again.

finally, he looked at you.

“you wouldn’t have said that if you didn’t mean it, right?” he chuckled yet again, and you were unsure where the conversation was headed to. “but if you did, maybe, it was because you had a better solution in mind?”

your eyes, despite the begging of your head to turn around, stilled over his, holding his gaze like two cats waiting to jump towards the other. or maybe, like a rabbit waiting for the best moment to run off — that was more correct. his hands were still there, despite the shaking, and the step you took back, one that was instantly followed by his.

“i need to go back inside,” you lied, shamelessly, though he didn’t need to know that.

“would you get me something before that?”

you frowned, but waited for his request, whatever it was.

he didn’t ask, though. instead, claiming it as his, he leaned in, trapping your lips in his, with a rather harsh tug of his teeth on your bottom lip. you whimpered, his arm wrapping around your waist, keeping you in place, as his mouth devoured yours as if the two of you were a couple kissing under the rain.

your hands fell over his shoulders, tingling fingers as you pressed your nails on his shoulder, hoping he would pull away. you did not need your boss to see you messing around outside, and you did not need a stranger to kiss you right in front of the diner.

but there was something about the touch of his fingers falling from your back, closer and closer to your rear. that, until his palm fell flat on it, getting a hold strong enough to make you jump, pressing your body — if possibly — closer to his. all you could hear was the sloppy sounds you and him were making, as he arched you further and further, pressed to his chest, and hips mindlessly rubbing against his. the man was far taller than you, but two steps up, you reached his level. and the man took advantage of that, as he pressed your ass to his front, massaging your body as if the two of you were anywhere else but in front of the diner.

“sir,” you managed to blurt out between the breaths he’d managed to take, panting against your mouth. “sir, i really need to go back.”

he nodded, pressing his forehead to yours. “i’ll wait for you.”

maybe speaking your mind hadn’t been such a bad idea, you thought as you were splayed over this man’s lap inside his dodge challenger, with windows completely tinted pitch black, and his hands all over your body. not many words were needed, not when his mouth spoke for itself, with light, faint kisses all over your neck, and the harsh tugging of his hands on your hips, as if begging you to do anything — anything you could do.

he had taken a mint, and that had made you laugh when you kissed him upon reaching his ride. as if the man had taken on the hint — you didn’t like cigarettes.

and as you laid on his chest, panting impossibly hard despite the air entering every single one of the windows of the car, the man told you his name, and swore he would try to quit cigarettes.

sadly, takeomi wasn’t good at keeping promises.

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