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You and Terushima Yuuji had a mutual relationship with each other that other people just didn’t seem to get. They always found it surprising that neither of you hated each other, due to the sheer amount of violence that the both of you seemed to show towards one another. It was less of anger than a shared catharsis. In a way, he was your frustration friend, always around to retaliate and help you blow off steam without getting offended if your words got dicey.
Things got blurry. Maybe it was the illegal sips of beer, or the dorm fight just next door, but your logic was dulled and your heart grew fiery with misplaced passion. Aggressively, you’d thrust your face right into his to stare him down—probably to prove yourself right or something stupid like that—but gravity had kicked up more than normal in that second. Lips grazed lips and then teeth bashed up with teeth, hard and fast, fueled in desperation. His hand gripped your thigh tightly; your other leg locked around his athletic body. You broke apart from him when your back smashed into the cold wall, knocking the air out of your lungs with a weak gasp.
“Wait, wait!” you managed to stammer out when his hair grazed your forehead, his sharp jaw pressed to your neck as teeth gripped onto your delicate skin. You felt him freeze.
“Are we making a mistake?” you asked, hushed.
“Uh… maybe.” He leant away a bit, just enough so that you could look into his eyes. They burnt fiercely with desire, the same way your legs seemed to tremble against the heat of his body. Your gaze fell to his lips, parted, his white teeth looking sharp and deliciously dangerous. His smell, deep and delicious, radiated off of his body and made you shiver.
“It’ll make for a good memory,” he breathed onto your chest, silently asking for permission as he nuzzled up to you. The previous argument was totally forgotten as your hand gripped his hair tightly, keeping him close to you.
“It might be a bad one,” you muttered with a faint nod, “but at least it’ll be a good story.”
Permission was granted, and although you were more sore and sorry for it the next morning, it was definitely a night to be remembered. For better or for worse.
“normally we duke it out to vent our frustrations but this time someone initiated a kiss in the middle of the fight and suddenly you have me shoved up against the wall and I can’t stop looking at your mouth and now it’s too late???”