The first guy.
It was near the end of the summer holidays once again, and Yuki Shoko was in a good mood. Despite the thought of homework and undoubtable amounts of stress, she would be glad to go back to school. It was going to be the first year in Kurima highs almost half a millenium long history that they were going to let guys join. Apparently, money was getting desperate. Even though Kurima was the most expensive private school in Asia. Yuki sighed, luckily they had already heard that they had found someone to go into the empty room in the block. It worked like this, their was a single large room, with a couch, TV and it was the gathering room for the two to four people who lived in each block. She was in a large block of four, though two of them were taken by her friends, the fourth had only become empty since she graduated. But she knew they wouldnt allow unisex living arrangements, it would be ridiculous to expect three girls to live with one guy. “Yuki!!” Yuki knew just who that was, she would recognize that voice anyday. It was Heri St Claire. She was a fairly average japanese girl. Her dad happened to be french and once her mom married him, her last name changed. That and her hair was the brightest blonde. She was rather attractive with those baby blue eyes, small nose and red lips. “Heri! your back early from France!” Yuki stood up and ran over to her friend and gave her a big hug. “Hey! wheres my hug?” It was Yukis other friend, Nagi. They didn't know her last name, as she never told them. Nagi was taller and slimmer then most girls. She was almost five foot nine, had shorter brown hair with green eyes and a thin face. She was also the captain of the team basketball team. “Nagi!” Yuki wrapped her left arm around Nagi, and the three friends embraced. “I missed you guys” Yuki got squeezed pretty hard after saying that. “Can't...breath…” They loosened their grip, and the two took a minute to examine Yuki. She was average height, but was much more voluptuous than most. She was really self conscious about it. But her long dark hair, chocolate brown eyes and ruby red lips made being self conscious even worse, having guys stare at you when you're not sure is probably the worst thing for her. “So, you guys need help moving back in?” They shook their heads “I've got everything in their already.” Nagi explained. “I've only got this bag, the rest of my stuffs coming soon.” Heri informed. “Well, I hear we're going to meet a new friend sometime tomorrow.” Yuki was excited. Who was it going to be? “you don't think it will be a boy do you?” Nagi huffed. “They won't let boys sleep in the same dorm as girls. That and they smell, I won't have it.” Heri giggled. “you smell pretty bad sometimes after basketball practice.” Yuki laughed, the other two joined in. “Well, i suppose we will meet her tomorrow.” They sat down on the couch. “So, how many good looking guys do you think will be joining this term?” Heri giggled, she was actively looking for “Mr Right”. “You didn't find him in France?” Heri sighed “No, most of the boys their are pompous brats. The ones that aren't, are into other boys or taken.” Nagi shrugged. “It would be nice to have a guy taller than me. I'm sick of being the tallest person in school.” Yuki blushed slightly “I'd...Like a guy who has broad shoulders, big arms and tattoos, like that American actor we like!” They all laughed. “I think we’d all like that.” Yuki giggled. “Anyway, its getting late and tomorrow is a busy day.” Yuki had already stood up. “Yeah, lets head to bed, Ill see you guys tomorrow.” Yuki walked toward her room door. Once she walked inside, she felt like she was home. There was a short hallway which had a room off to the side for washing and drying clothes. It lead into a small kitchen with all the necessities. The room had two more doors, one lead into a bathroom with a shower. The other was her bedroom. Walking into the bathroom to brush her teeth, none of the girls knew what was about to happen. It would more than likely change them, for better or worse.
As Kumaro Lancaster-Hawks carried his suitcase into the living quarters, he sighed. Why did he have to do this crap? being moved to Japan by his parents without knowing was one thing, but they enrolled him in an ex-all girls school. It may not have been so bad if it hadn't only been this year that they started taking males. He had a letter from the principle that had his room keycard, and an appointment to go see her about his uniform. “Goddamn uniforms.” He sighed, It would be the first time in almost a decade since he's worn a uniform. Right now, in his loose fitting jeans, grey tank top and leather jacket he looked more akin to a street thug then a student in a prestigious school. But he did just fly fifteen hours across the world, then take a bus to his “living complex.” It was almost collage like. Almost. He was dragging two heavy looking suitcases behind him and had what looked like a guitar case on his back. As he walked up to the door of the complex, he held up his letter, the doorwoman stared at him for a couple seconds, then let him in. Once he walked in, he slid his shoes off and carried his suitcases. “Thank you” He nodded toward the doorwoman while speaking in perfect japanese. She looked a little surprised, then returned the bow. He left his shoes in one of the free lockers and switched them out for a pair of indoor shoes. Carrying his stuff like it was nothing, he set the suitcase down to check his room number “189…” He shrugged as he looked at the wall, which had plaques with arrows pointing in various directions. “Hmmm….one eighty to two hundred…” He looked at the arrow. It was up a floor and along the west wing. He shrugged, it reminded him of a hotel. As he walked, he noticed how the whole place seemed rather empty. It was still a week or two until the school year started, but still. No body. He walked. “This feels like the start to a bad scream flick.” He muttered to himself as he found the door to the room. “Block 189...huh.” He shrugged. Scanning the key card and hearing a beep he pushed the door open. It looked like... A common room? There were a few doors off to the left and right with tags on them, but right now, all that was on his mind was sleep. He put the two cases down, along with his guitar and panned out on the sofa. “Hm...Its pretty comfortable.” He grumbles, as his eyelids became lead, and his sleep deprived mind crashed.
The next morning Yuki was awoke by a very worried looking Heri and Nagi. “W-what?” She yawned, It was only turning eight. “guys! I don't have to get to band practice until twelve!” She threw the blanket over herself. “Theres a boy…” Heri whispered. “...What?” Yuki very slowly lowered the blanket off her head. “...Theres a boy...Asleep on the couch...He had a keycard and a letter from the principle.” She raised a brown envelope with what looked like printed paper and a key card. “Well...Is he awake?” Yuki asked as she slid out of bed, she was wearing standard PJs. Similar to Heri and Nagis. “No, something tells me he only arrived last night. That and I asked Jacki.” Jacki was the night shift doorwoman. “Really? how late we talking?” They began walking toward the common room. “About three in the morning. He looked tired then apparently.” Nagi Shrugged. As they walked into the common room, the first thing Yuki noticed was the suitcases and guitar case. “He owns those.” Heri informed. As they walked around the room, his feet came into view as they hung off the edge of the sofa. “He's..Either really short, or really tall…” Yuki thought to herself. The truth came into view rather soon. His head was on the other arm rest of the couch. “Damn…” Nagi whispered. “I'm still surprised at how tall he is.” They walked around to the front of him and saw what he looked like “Hes...Good looking.” Heri noted. “I do like his jacket.” They stood their for a couple minutes, not saying or doing anything. “Well...Should we wake him up?” Nagi was reading the letter. “Hey! don't read that…” Yuki whispered. “I'm just trying to find the time for his appointment, its nothing all that important anyway.” Heri had walked around Yuki and was standing to the left of her, she caught Nagis eyes. They grinned as Yuki looked back at Kumaro. Suddenly she felt someone push her from behind as she fell forward onto him. She didn't say anything as she landed on top of him on the couch. Luckily, or unluckily, he didn't wake up. He did though, roll over onto his back, and wrapped his arms around her. “...Um...Help?” Nagi was giggling to herself as Yuki found herself wrapped up in this guys arms. “No, its so cute.” Heri giggled as she watched her friend. Suddenly Yuki gasped. “Hes wearing a sleeveless shirt…” Everyone looked as Yuki moved her head to the side. Then before they could comment on anything, His eyes began to open. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes “goddamn...Fifteen hour flights.” He grumbled as he yawned and stretched upward with his arms. Yuki was laying against his chest now, her legs hanging off the edge of the sofa. “Hm…” He looked at Nagi, then Heri and finally to Yuki. “Well…” He reached out and took the letter off Nagi. “...I think i may be in the wrong room….” He read the letter quickly as Nagi and Heri began talking in Japanese. “He seems alright, maybe a little odd...He hasnt said a thing about Yuki being on his lap.” He then put the letter down. “Em...I am in the right room…” He scratched the back of his neck, then the dark stubble that lined his strong jawline. “So...Looks like i'm your new roommate.” He smiled “Its nice to meet you all. I'm Kuramo Lancaster-Hawks. And I do speak Japanese.” He grinned, then looked at Yuki. “Would you mind getting off my lap now?” Yuki blushed violently as she slid off his lap. “Thank you” He had slipped into Japanese once he introduced himself. He swung his legs off the couch and sighed. “Well, this should be fun.” He sighed as he let his head loll backwards onto the top of the couch. “So...are you the only guy joining the school?” He shrugged “I'm not sure, as far as i know I'm the only one.” He sighed again. “Id better take a shower and unpack. That appointments in a couple hours.” He stood up. To his full six foot seven height. Thats two hundred and three centimeters. “Oh...my...gawd...your tall.” They exclaimed in unison. “And you are really short.” He responded as he picked up his suitcases. With a sigh he walked over to the door that had his name on it. He opened the door and walked through the door, leaving the three girls on there own. They looked at each other for a second then they all sighed. “This years going to be interesting.” Nagi muttered.
After taking his shower, Kuramo was unpacking his stuff and making sure he had everything he needed. He then heard a knock at the door to his room. “hmmmm. Can't be the principle, must be one of my room mates.” Walking toward the door without thinking about what he was wearing and opened it, he was greeted by the girl with long black hair. “Hello…” He raised an eyebrow as she continued to stare open mouthed at something, he then looked down and realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. “Oh...Sorry” He shrugged. “Alright, Kuramo-kun, were going to have to lay down some ground rules.” He was now leaning against the frame of the door. “First...eh…” Yuki was trying hard to focus. “could...you put a shirt on please?” He looked around the room and once he saw that their was no-one else here he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Not until you stop blushing.” Yuki gasped as she felt his hot, spiced breath revel over her ear. “Wai…” He leaned back up and returned to his position against the doorframe. Yuki stared daggers at him, then noticed something on his shoulders. “What are those?” He smiled “Tattoos.” She jumped slightly feeling the blush on her cheeks. “Ground rules. Number one. No girlfriends.” He tilted his head, but continued listening. “Number two. Be dressed at all times.” That one made him roll his eyes. “Thats ironic considering the situation we’re in.” He chuckled as he saw her blush again, eyeing up his athletically built frame. “You want a feel? you sure look like you do. though I did wake up with you cuddling me.” She jumped slightly “I...I was pushed!” He grins. “Well, I'll try to make sure i put my shirt on. Maybe.” He was about to close the door. “Whats your name by the way?” She raised her eyebrow a bit, but it was a fair question. “I'm Yuki Shoko.” He smiles “Its nice to meet you Yuki.” He then very easily closed the door. With a sigh, he walked back into his room and took a shirt out of one of the drawers. “I suppose this could be worse.” He looked at his wristwatch. Realizing he had to go see the principle in about twenty minutes he pulled on his sneakers and got going. Yuki was sitting down on the couch in the common as he walked past. “See you later” He waved over his shoulder as he stepped out of the room. As Kuramo left, Yuki exhaled in relief. Having to deal with him was going to drive her crazy, after all as the monitor of the people in the common, she couldn't have him bringing women back. Though something tells her that her roommates may be a bigger problem. She sighed as she muttered “boys are nothing but trouble.”
Meanwhile Kuramo was arriving in the main school building. The place was practically empty too. Though that was understandable. Walking through the halls, he heard the sound of his favorite sport. Basketball. “Hmm.” He made a note of that as he walked past the gym, toward the principal's office. As he walked, he realized that he had forgotten to wear neater clothes. “Ah well.” He shrugged as he walked up to the door and heard what sounded like an argument. “Letting men into this school after this long!? You may go down in history as the principal who ruined this school.” Sounded like the schools owner, or something like that. “Or i could go down in history as the principal who saved this school. Also, as a bonus, got us a nice piece for your basketball team.” The couch then? Well, this should be interesting. He knocked on the door and without waiting for a reply, stepped in. Ducking under the door frame. “Hello.” He grinned as the couch looked from his feet up. And a look of awe spread across her face. “I'm Kuramo Lancaster-Hawks. Pleasure to meet you” He bowed his head slightly. “I..I'm Coach Hataki.” He smiled. “I'm Principle Fushi. I see you arrived safely Kuramo.” He shrugged a bit. “Well, safe is debatable. My roommates are already trying to get into my pants.” The coach was red from her chin upward, but the principle was laughing. “Sounds like you are already getting acquainted. Coach, if you wouldn't mind getting back to your practice Mr Lancaster-Hawks and I have business to discuss.” Kuramo opened the door for her as she walked passed and closed it after her. “Didn't realize so many of your staff were opposed to having men in this school.” He slipped off his jacket to reveal his tank top. “Well. You are the first man to ever step into these halls.” He huffed, as he turned around and walked toward the desk. “Why don't i find that very flattering?” The principle was a youngish woman, probably in her late twenties. Good looking with her long brunette hair and green eyes. “Probably because you need an attitude adjustment.” He grinned as he put his two hands on the table and leaned forward. “I think my attitude is fine. You are a bit too rigid in your ways. Thats the only problem here sugar.” She jumped slightly in her seat from the close proximity. “D..Don't call me sugar.” She ordered as she regained her composure. “Oh? Would you prefer sweetheart?” That one got her. With a blush she looked away. “No, Madam is what you call me.” Kuramo grinned. “Sweetheart it is.” She then glared at him, though didn't object. “Don't worry, Its only for when were alone.” She was glad of his thoughtfulness. She didn't need to be charged with fraternizing with her only male student plus, she felt that a bit of leniency would be acceptable. “So, Sweetheart, whats this business? I assume it has something to do with the new piece for the basketball team?” Fushi giggled “You heard that huh?” He nods. “We’ll their is literally only one thing you have to do. Play basketball with the team here.” He shrugged, and grinned “Seems like I may enjoy my time here. though, I do have to ask sweetheart. Why did you want me so badly?” Fushi raised an eyebrow at that. “Well, because Its been the better part of four years since Kurima highs basketball team made it past the first round of games. Its largely because of the other teams becoming unisex. So, you are going to be our ace.” He looks at her and raises an eyebrow. “I'm just one guy. Not even Lebron James could beat an entire team defending him. I do need some support.” Fushi smiles “Don't worry, you have support. Just win us games.” He smiles. “Well, your uniform is here. Along with your basketball jersey. Number forty two right?” He chuckles at that. “Yeah. Thats right.” He takes the stuff of her. The uniform reminds him of a suit more than anything else. But it did look classy with the white jacket, black dress shirt under it and a white shirt with a black tie. The trimming was a dark blue color. “Looks nice.” He comments as he looks at that basketball uniform. He then began laughing. “Reminds me of the Timberwolves jersey.” Fushi giggles at the smile on his face as he takes out the top and looks at it. “Go meet your teammates. I have paperwork to fill out.” He slides the jersey back into the packaging and with speed that would surprise, he leaned closer with a chuckle he kissed her on the cheek “Enjoy your paperwork sweetheart.” He then stood up, grabbed his stuff and was out the door before Fushi had time to react. She sighs. “I may have to leash him.” She shakes her head and removes her glasses.
Kuramo was after walking into the changing rooms and was taking his shirt, jacket and pants off as someone walked in. It was coach. “Hey Coach.” He had pulled on his compression under shorts and was working on pulling his shorts on. “K..Kuramo! What are you doing?” He shrugged “Getting changed.” The calmness was almost ridiculous. “Theres no male changing room, so i decided if i got changed quickly enough I wouldn't get seen. But you caught me.” He turned to her, revealing his muscled frame, and his tattoos. “You...have tattoos?” He nodded. “you like them?” She blushed, just as he pulled on two elbow lengh shoulder sleeves. He had his shorts on and was just about to pull his shirt on. “Wait…” He paused as Coach got closer to him. She was short, maybe one hundred and sixty two centimeters tall (About five feet four) and had an athletic build. “Since you're gonna be on my team, you follow my rules.” He sighed. “Sorry, you just remind me of one of my roommates. Continue please.” She nodded “You will get changed in my office, and use the shower there as I don't need girls being distracted by you.” He chuckled “you find my body distracting?” She blushed. “You...Have put a lot of work into your body, and it shows. I can respect that.” He pulled on his jersey and sat down, pulling on his basketball shoes. They were under armour. “What..type of shoe is that?” Hataki asked. “Their Under armour. Clutch fit. Major is the color scheme.” He laced them up, and with a sigh, stood up. “Right Coach, I'm ready.” She looked him up and down. “Fine, lets get you introduced to your teammates.”
Nagi happened to be on the court along with her team, practicing their mid range game, they were improving, but it would be a while until most of them got reliable with it. “Thats five in a row!” One of them exclaimed. It was their starting point guard, Misaki. “Great!” Nagi held up her hand and with a slap, they high fived. “Alright guys, we got ourselves a new team member.” It was coach. She was being followed by….Kuramo! “Oh hell no.” Nagi interjected before anything else could be said. “This is an all girls team. Also, just because hes tall doesn't mean he can play.” Kuramo sighed. He walked onto the court and stood a good foot behind the three point line. “ball me.” He held his hands out toward one of the team members. She passed him the ball. He squared up to the net and raised up, with a hop and a shooting motion that reminded people of Kevin Martin, the ball sored through the air and with a grin. “Swish” As the ball sored through the net without even touching the rim. “Next.” He held his hands out and he took another shot. It swished again, again, again. “Alright, you can shoot threes, can you do anything else?” He grinned. “Whos the point?” Misaki raised her hand. “Mind helping me show off a little?” She grinned. “Alright.” He walked under the basket. “Could you lob the ball to about here?” She nodded as he walked over to the left side of the court. “Stick on the right wing, close to the three point line.” She took up position. “Alright, ready when you are” Misaki took a second to prepare. “Ready.” He ran. Just as he reached the basket he caught the ball in his right hand, and spun. His roar was deafening as he spun in mid air like a ballerina and with a mighty smack, the ball was flushed through the basket with a three sixty tomahawk. “Oh...Wow.” Was all the girls could mutter as he held onto the rim with his right hand. Letting go and walking over to Misaki, he smiled “Nice pass.” He held out his fist toward her and with a bump, he looked over to Nagi. “I can defend the perimeter too. Pretty decent handle with post D.” He picked up one of the balls and passed it to Nagi. “Feel free to try and score.” She tutted. “Don't bite off more then you can chew.” He grinned as he took up a defensive shade stance. “I think I can handle you. Feel free to prove me wrong Captain.” With that she decided she was going to destroy him.
Almost twenty minutes later, Kuramo hadn't let a single shot in. While Nagi was still trying her hardest. “Come on.” Nagi decided to try something different. A fade away. As she ran toward him, then came to a sudden stop she realised she had already been caught. She released the ball for it to be swatted away. “You…” Kuramo smiles at her then holds out his hand, with it in a fist. “Nice game. You almost had me a couple times.” She looked at him smiling, then noticed he had been sweating. Just a bit. “Thanks. You almost had a steal their once or twice.” She bumped his fist. “So, you guys go get changed. We can go over our new game plans after.” Kuramo chuckles, then walked toward the coaches office. As he walked through the doors, he allowed himself a sigh. “That was fun.” He grins as he walks into the showers, pulling out his body gel and stripping. The coach showers were smaller, but had much better quality shower heads. He began washing himself and after a couple minutes he heard the shower door open. “Hmm.” He looked over, and standing their with nothing but a towel was coach. She was blushing madly. “Don't mind me.” Kuramo turned back to washing himself, hearing her drop the towel and walk past him, into the stall to his right. “So, what do you think of our 4?” Kuramo raises an eyebrow “Shes your power forward? Whos your center?” He hears a sigh “She left last year. now though we have you to take her position.” Kuramo laughs. “What?” He leans back in the stall and with his eyes closed smiles “I'm a 2 guard. I play 3 on occasion.” Sliding back into the shower stall, and turning it off, he wrapped the towel around his waist. “Well, get used to playing Center. You have the height, muscle and defensive prowess this team needs to win.” Kuramo sighs. “Fine coach.” He walks past her stall, pauses. “Nice ass.” He comments, then walks on. She spins around. “you told me to come in here Coach. Better for you to be bringing me up for sexual harassment then the entire team. Plus, you enjoyed it.” She leans out and sees him rooting in his bag “Now, where are my boxers?” He mutters to himself as she examines him. ‘He so...Casual about being naked with me...’ She sighs and turns off the shower, wrapping herself up in the towel again, she looks at her reflection in the mirror. “hm...Might need to get my hair re-dyed” the blood red she had put in it about a month ago was starting to fade, but it went nicely with the semi short hair she had kept for years. It barely reached her shoulders. “Hey coach? Did i leave my shower gel in the stall?” She couldn't believe she was asking her this. “What am i? your mommy?” She heard a chuckle from behind her. Spinning around again. “No, but i thought we could be friends at least.” She raised her eyebrow. “Friends?” He nods. “I can understand the girls in the room next door being nervous about having a guy in the school, but i'm sure you have had boyfriends before. You are rather easy to look at afterall.” She blushed and smiled “Well, its not that I haven't had them before, its more like I'm practically naked with a student.” He smiles “thats your fault you know.” She laughs. “I suppose it is. Fine, friends.” He extends his hand out and they shake. “So, on me playing center…”
After a couple hours discussing plays and tactics, Nagi and Kuramo were heading back to the apartment, at least, thats how Kuramo looked at it. “So, let me get this straight, In america, guys your height play shooting guard and small forward?” He nodded. “Usually, though I have played point before.” that surprised her “Wait a second, you're over a foot taller than Misaki.” He shrugs. “I've played power forward before as well.” He looked at her with a grin. “Though center is most definitely out of my comfort zone.” Nagi looked up at him, he looked a little nervous. “Don't worry, as Captain Ill be sure that you are ready for what you need to do.” He chucked “Thanks Captain.” They heard a shout. “Slut!” He raised an eyebrow as he looked down an alleyway, and their at the end of it was Yuki. Surrounded by who looked like middleschoolers. “Hold on a sec.” Kuramo began walking down the street. “Look at you! you look like a whore!” “Yeah, your a bitch! I bet you went after all the guys who joined the school already” Kuramo was...smiling? “I didn't know japanese middleschoolers had such dirty mouths. Ill have to ask your parents to wash your mouths out with bleach.” They very slowly turned around, and their mouths dropped in awe. “Thought so, dirty, dirty mouths.” He chuckled as he slipped a hand into his right pocket. “What are you talking about? Were just pointing out what Yuki is. I mean look at her! Hips like that are reserved for the worst type of slut.” He laughed “Actually, I think Yuki looks better then all of you combined. But she is more my age group.” They looked at him. “We’re seventeen.” He looked surprised “Really? I don't think so. With a body shape like yours...Probably fourteen. Maybe” He shrugged. “Yuki on the other hand, has the body of a model. She looks seventeen.” He hadn't noticed but Yuki had been crying before he arrived, when he said those words though “body shape like a model” she blushed. She didn't like her body. “What? A model has to be slim, like me!” The ringleader said. “Oh? Well, I've always liked girls with shape. Yuki has shape. You have shape too, though its more akin to a plank then an hourglass.” He began walking forward after noticing that Yuki had tears on her cheeks. They separated for him as he walked past them. “Here.” He held out a tissue and she took it and dried her eyes. “Has she seduced you?” The giggles that followed that made Kuramo tense up. “I bet shes already slept with you.” Another round of giggles. Yuki looked up at Kuramo and with a wink, he turned around. “Why would I need to be seduced when I was the one doing the seducing?” That caught them off guard. “W-what?” He reached back and wrapped an arm around Yukis hip, and with a blush she was pulled close to him. “I'm the one who seduced her. I did walk around the common room without my shirt on to that end.” That one had their jaws on the floor. He chuckled, as he walked forward with Yuki on his hip, he paused in front of the ringleader. “Pick on Yuki again...And i might just have to get your parents involved with the bleach and soap for those mouths of yours.” They walked on, Yuki still blushing madly. She was about to say something “Wait until we get back in the common room.” She nodded when he said that, and to build on the illusion, wrapped her arm around his. Nagi had been watching the whole time from around the corner and as they walked out, he nodded slightly toward her. She was gone then, ran down the street, to hide the fact he had just stepped in for the right reasons. “Kuramo..” She looked up at him. He looked down at her, and smiled. “Later, sugar. Your friends are watching.” She glanced over her shoulder and saw what he meant. So, instead of saying anything she waited, and walked with him. Toward the living complex.
“Hm...They're still following us…” He took a sharp left into an alleyway, and once he was at the end of it, he had Yuki against the wall. “Sorry, has to be done.” She looked up at him, he grinned “Just don't hate me.” He winked, and as he began to lean forward, she saw his right elbow bend and with his forearm against the wall, with his left hand on her hip. Her hands raised to his chest to stop him, but it was too late. His lips met hers, with a “Eep!” Like noise Yuki's first kiss had happened. Her body tensed slightly, then relaxed into the hot sensation that spread from her lips as her hands moved up his chest to his shoulders. He felt hot to the touch, even with the shirt between his skin and hers. Holding their for what felt like hours, Yuki gripped his shoulders hard, not wanting him to move. But Kuramo took that in a different way. He pulled back and with a glance down the alley, he sighed. “Their gone.” He then looked back to Yuki, she had a tear in her eyes as she gripped his shoulders. “Wait…” Kuramos face changed instantly. “...Was...That…” He stopped. “I…” He was about to say something, when the grip on his shoulders tightened and pulled him back toward her, she wanted to feel that sensation again. As her lips pressed to his the heat spread again, her grip loosened. Kuramo was in a state of surprise. After a minute or two, she pushed him away. She pushed him pretty hard, he ended up pressed to the wall on the opposite side of the ally. “Y...Yuki?” She had started walking toward him and very simply put both her hands on his chest. Kuramo was blushing as she looked up and him. “You…” She paused. “...are mine now…you stole my first kiss, you owe me.” Kuramo was in slight awe. “Y-you...want me to date you?” She nodded slightly, and was gripping his shirt, tightly. She was surprised to feel one of his hands take hold of her lower back and pull her to him. “What about the no-girlfriend rule hmmm? I'm going to give you a minute to think, then If you don't have an answer i'm going to kiss you like i mean it.” Yuki looked up at him. “I...Only want to feel like i'm wanted Kuramo...I don't like my body. I don't like myself...I'm asking for you to help me like myself.” She felt his hand move from her hip, upward, along her side, around her arm, then stopping as it came to the back of her neck. “I...Don't know how i feel about you, but i feel something, Kuramo. So, please…” She stopped as she felt his body move, his mouth pressed lightly to her lips. She gasped as she felt the hot, tingly sensation spread through her body. It was like pins and needles where his skin touched hers. Then she felt his mouth open and his tongue very simply slid his tongue in between her lips. A startled gasp came from Yuki, but soon after she relaxed as she felt his grip, comforting as it was. She felt him move, spin on the spot almost as her back was up against the wall. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his upper back, feeling the hard muscle that she found so enticing. After a minute or two he pulled back. “You never gave me an answer.” She looked at him, he had a grin on his face. “Is this an answer?” She pulled him toward her and planted a light kiss on his cheek, wrapping her arms around him. She heard him sigh. “What?” He pulled back. “I don't think I'm the person your looking for Yuki. I'm not the man who you think i am.” He smiled. “Though you are rather sweet to think so.” Yuki looked a little startled “W-what?” Kuramo smiled. “I'm not who you're looking for.” He watched the anger, and frustration etch into her face, slowly, though the sadness over ridden both of those emotions. “Asshole!” She shouted at him, as she turned and ran, he felt that familiar feeling, the one that made him hate himself. “Fuck.” he exhaled as he walked the opposite way, back up the alleyway.
Yuki walked back into the common room, Nagi watched her as she walked passed her and into her own room. “What…” Nagi realized just as she walked through her door, that Yuki was crying. Heri looked from the door as they heard it lock, to Nagi. “What did he do?” Nagi whispered. “I don't know, but what ever he did, it seems like Yuki didn't like it.” Nagi looked pissed. Heri on the other hand just looked curious about what was going on. “Speaking of, where is he?” Nagi came to then, realizing that he didn't come in after her. “Excellent question” Nagi stood up and made her way toward the door, only to have it open before she could reach the handle. “Kuramo!” Nagi looked up at him as he walked passed. “Captain” He very simply responded