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“Hanako-Kun...” Yashiro murmured and pounced on the shorter boy, pushing him to the ground. “I’ve been waiting.”
Hanako squirmed as Yashiro climbed on top on him, holding him down onto the floor.
“It’s okay,” The girl hummed, leaning in and positioning her face in the crook of Hanako’s neck. “I won’t let anyone interrupt our fun.”
Nuzzling her nose into the boy’s pale skin, she began to press soft kisses up and down his neck as her hands worked on his shirt, unbuttoning it’s buttons and exposing his collar bones.
“N-Nene,” Hanako gasped as Yashiro’s lips traveled down to his collar bones. He bit down on his tongue to keep him from groaning as her grip around him tightened and he was sure he was going to be bruised all over the next morning.
Yashiro ignored him, too immersed in her possessiveness as she explored him with her mouth hungrily.
She continued to trail kisses along his chest, sucking on his collar bones from time to time, beginning to feel a bit turned on as quiet and desperate moans escaped Hanako’s swollen lips.
The girl traveled back up the boy’s neck and up to his face, kissing and nibbling on his jaw before positioning her lips over his, her hands moving to cup Hanako’s face, drawing him closer, mushing their lips together.
Yashiro sighed, content, and slipped out her tongue, using it to explore Hanako’s mouth, running it along the tender surfaces.
Hanako raised his hands and grasped at Yashiro’s back, his nails digging into her skin.
Wincing, the girl began to fight with his tongue for dominance, kissing him roughly, causing the boy to splutter ever so slightly.
Her hands wandered along Hanako’s slim body, feeling every curve, every muscle, every inch as she continued to attack his mouth.
Slowly, she moved her fingers to Hanako’s lower portions, trailing along his abs, resting there for a while.
“Y-you really went all out.. h-huh...” the seventh wonder panted against her mouth, struggling to break free of her vice like grip. “C-can’t breathe...”
Yashiro slowly untied their tongues and pulled away, a strand of saliva still connecting them, with a satisfied smack of her lips. “You’re dead,” she hummed, “you don’t need breathers.”
“Well t-then, why don’t you take one!”
Sighing, the white haired girl lay her head down on his chest, fingering his collar bones and playing with his shirt buttons.
Hanako panted and threw his head back with a groan.
Yashiro looked at him and gasped.
Had she done all that?
His lips had swollen up again and were now bruised till they turned black, his neck was littered in hickeys and his collar bones were beginning to color a light purple.
With a grin, she connected their lips once more, earning a weak wince from Hanako, who went slack under her, too tired to fight back anymore, and began to suck on his lower lip.
Pulling away with one last lick, Yashiro helped Hanako sit up on the floor.
“I couldn’t help it.” She whispered into his ear, her hot breath tickling his neck. “The meeting dragged on for too long.”
“I can’t control t-that!” The seventh wonder stammered.
Yashiro nodded, standing from the wooden floor. Eyeing his lips, she said, “Maybe so, but I still couldn’t help it!”
Hanako whimpered as his body throbbed.
Yashiro looked up into his eyes, her eyes reflecting concern for him.
“Are you alright, Hanako-Kun?” She asked, taking his hands in her own. “I’m sorry if I over did it but—” she trailed off as two voices were heard echoing down the hall.
“Hey Mitsuba, did you hear voices here?”
“Yeah, but who would be stupid enough to be out here at this hour?”
“I dunno... let’s go check it out?”
“Okay.”
Yashiro gasped and jumped up from Hanako after sparing him one last desperate kiss.
“Hanako-Kun,” she whispered as she pulled him up from the ground. “Lets go to your bathroom.”
Hanako leaned against the girl’s chest, blinking tiredly. “Mmm... lead the way.”
Yashiro nodded and dashed down the opposite end of the hall as the echoing of footsteps drew closer.
Hanako woke up that morning laying in his assistant’s arms and feeling sore.
Everything ached.
Every part of his body had been raided by Yashiro, from his throbbing lips to the tips of his toes.
Nothing was spared from her clutches and kisses, so much so that Hanako felt a bit violated.
He yawned and nuzzled into Yashiro’s chest before groaning softly and sitting up from the girl’s hold.
“Gotta go an’ change..” he mumbled weakly as he stumbled over to his stall and began to strip from his marred uniform.
As soon as he finished, he shakily made his way to the mirror that stood in the corner or his room.
Hanako gasped as he laid eyes on himself. His lips were blossoming black and way more swollen than they had ever been. His eyes traveled down to his jaw. It was littered all along with purplish markings and tooth marks. On his neck and collar bones, hickeys littered the pale skin and purple bruises littered his chest and collar bones.
He looked like an absolute mess.
How in the world was he going to hide all of this from the other wonders?
It was a miracle that they hadn’t been caught in the first place, but now Hanako has a new problem.
The ghost sighed and walked over to where the girl lay, sound asleep. Grabbing her shoulder, he began to slowly shake the girl awake.
He watched as Yashiro stirred and sat up, rubbing at her eyes with a small yawn. Blinking tiredly, the girl mumbled, “Hanako.. Kun?”
Sighing, Hanako nodded before reaching beside him and grabbing a roll of gauze, ripping off a layer. “Yeah,” he hummed and began to wrap it around his neck and tried to cover up his jaw. “Rise and shine, Princess~”
He glanced over into the mirror one last time.
Ugh, it’s hopeless!
Hanako sighed and ripped off the gauze.
They’ll find out anyway, might as well not cover them..
Yashiro, now fully awake was sitting in front of her lover, staring at him wide eyed and mouth agape.
“I did that!” She exclaimed in shock as she pointed at him.
Hanako sighed and nodded. “Yeah, you sure did.”
Yashiro smirked under her palm. “Oh my...” she simpered before grabbing Hanako’s hand and dragging him up from the bathroom floor and out into the hallway. “I wonder what everyone else will say.”
Hanako cringed. “I’m scared to find out.”
“Don’t worry! It’s not like they’ll kill you!”
Hanako glared at his assistant as she giggled at him, continuing to drag a worried Hanako down the halls.
Yashiro smiled at Hanako, giving him a silent apology as they stood in midst of the other school mysteries.
“I’m sorry, Hanako-Kun..” She whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Hanako closed his eyes, preparing for the worst.
He cringed as a collective gasp arose from every school mystery standing in the empty classroom.
Yashiro grimaced and pulled the mortified ghost along and over to a seat beside mysteries Number 3 and Two.
“Well, well, well...” Mystery Number 3 muttered, his eyes following Hanako’s every move even after he sat down. “What have we here?”
Hanako stared at his hands, tears welling up in his eyes, when suddenly a cold hand moved up his neck and gripped his jaw, earning a surprised yelp from Hanako.
The third mystery grabbed his chin and turned him to face him. “Care to explain what all this is?” He hissed in the boy’s face, gesturing at the hickeys trailing down his neck.
The other mysteries watched the exchange between the two wonders with wide eyes. Mystery Number Five sighed and continued to grade his papers as if nothing was happening.
Yashiro’s sank heart sank as she watched Hanako cringe outwardly.
The Second Wonder had her hands covering her mouth as she rushed over to the third, trying to ease him away from Hanako.
“You damn bird!” She cried, pulling the wonder away from the boy. “Enough!”
“Serves him right for coming to the meeting looking like that.”
Hanako buried his face him his hands and stood from the desk he’d been seated on.
“I-I just remembered that I had to go seal something,” he muttered before grabbing his hat and running past Yashiro and out of the classroom. “I’ll s-see you all later.”
Yashiro stood and rushed after him, an arm reached out. “Hanako-Kun... wait!”
“The poor boy..” Kodama simpered as he looked after him, shaking his leafy head from inside his pot. “I guess it was too much for him to handle.”
The Second Wonder glared at the third, who wilted under her gaze. “That wasn’t right of you, you bird dastard.” She hissed.
The third sighed and shrugged. “Whatever.”