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Haruhisa Kuribayashi may be a certified genius on the pitch, but when it came to romance, the guy was a complete novice.
You snuck another glance at him over the textbook on your lap, your lip jutting out in disappointment when you found him still engrossed in whatever the hell he was and shouldn't be doing while being alone with his girlfriend in her bedroom.
Truth be told, when you'd invited him over to study at your place, you had sent that invitation fully thinking there would be no studying happening at all. Unfortunately for you, Haruhisa seemed to be incapable of reading the room because right now, he was doing exactly just that. Really, you were starting to get tired of constantly having to be the one to make a move in this relationship.
With a sulky expression on your face, you eyed the distance Haruhisa had dutifully maintained between the two of you since he walked in your room, with disdain. Your gaze eventually returned to your boyfriend, free to stare at him all you want because he was facing away from you.
Nevertheless, "You're staring at me." He noticed your gaze anyway. Haruhisa turned in his seat halfway to face you, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement at the precarious position he found you in.
"Ugh, I hate it when you do that." You grumbled. Having a feeling that you were going to fall to the floor if you stayed in your current position any longer, you dragged yourself away from the edge of the bed until you were in the middle.
"Do what?" He spun the seat he was on this time a full 180 degrees. Plucking off bluetooth earphones from his ears, he tilted his head to the side and looked at you curiously.
"Use your sixth sense," It freaked you the fuck out. You'd been a witness to several of Haruhisa's freaky stunts, none of which any ordinary human being could pull off. But to this day, his odd tendencies never failed to surprise you.
Haruhisa only hummed in response.
Remembering your predicament, you hurriedly told him: "I'm sick of studying."
His thick eyebrows furrowed. "Wasn't studying your idea, though?"
You rolled your eyes. "Haruhisa, what have you been doing since you got here?"
"Watching a football match."
Unbelievable.
And he said it so shamelessly too.
"That's exactly the problem!" You groaned, sitting up.
"How is it a problem?" Haruhisa warily watched you drag yourself across your bed. Once you were close enough to him, you wrapped your palms around each of the armrests of his seat and before he knew it, he was watching himself being pulled to you.
The wheels attached to the bottom of his chair made it easier for you to drag him to you and close the distance between you two.
"Haru," You started, calling him by a nickname no one else but you would dare to use. "You're hopeless, you know." You murmured, narrowing your eyes when he started laughing.
The sound made the invisible butterflies in your stomach flutter, something you ignored in favor of shooting him an annoyed look.
"I don't get what you're saying," Haruhisa mused, a sly look entering his dark eyes as he caught your gaze flickering briefly to his lips.
"Let me spell it out for you then," You pursed your lips, sighing heavily to seem exasperated with him when in truth, you were merely trying to get rid of the weird tingling in your chest that you always got whenever you were at close proximity with Haruhisa. "What kind of guy willingly chooses to watch a football match when he's home alone with his super hot girlfriend and is inside her bedroom of all places?"
Haruhisa's mouth transformed into an oval as realization dawned on him at last.
"A stupid one?" He guessed.
You snapped your fingers in front of his face, "Bingo."
After that, you didn't add anything else and abruptly went radio silent, opting to stare at empty space while your right hand sneakily crawled up to run itself through his spiky hair repeatedly. An act he found himself enjoying.
Though the sudden silence from your part made it less enjoyable, prompting Haruhisa to fill the void of quietness among the two of you with a not-so-creative question. "What are you thinking about?"
Surprisingly, you were able to provide him with a reply instantly despite seeming lost in thought. "Just that I kind of want to slap you for being a dumbass."
Haruhisa's shoulders shook with laughter.
"And also that, I really, really wanna kiss you right now."
Now that, that made him still.
He searched for your gaze, only to find it already pinned on him. A shiver ran down his spine. Only you, he thought, only you could have this effect on him.
"Oh, yeah?" Haruhisa drawled, expertly masking the nerves in his system with false bravado. The two of you have kissed plenty of times before. At school, at Esperion grounds, at football matches. But never in a bedroom.
The prospect of it happening now both nerve-wracked and thrilled him.
"Mhm," was your breathy reply. "So, can I? Kiss you, I mean."
He studied the faint redness on your cheeks, the way your pupils were slightly dilated, and how your eyes had taken on a darker look that his own surely mirrored.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Haruhisa's lips twitched into a suggestive grin, "You don't have to ask."
And then, he dove right to home.
***
"Hey ─ Haru. Pause for a second." Short of breath, you placed your palm on his chest to separate yourself from him but his arm around your waist kept you from putting even an inch of distance between the two of you.
"Hm?" He continued his assault on your neck, further tightening his hold on you when he noticed you were trying to move away. "Stop moving," He pinched your thigh through your leggings, his tongue darting out to lick a patch of your skin.
Your eyes closed involuntarily as pleasure shot through your system, almost making you forget what you were gonna say. "Don't leave any marks."
He removed his lips from your skin to take a quick glance at his handy-work, looking satisfied with what he saw.
"Too late."
A breathy laugh left you. "You're a fucking menace."
"Your fucking menace," He corrected, staring deep into your lust-hazed eyes with a smug smile plastered on his flushed face.
"Correct," You ran your fingers through his hair, earning a pleased sound from him. "By the way, the senior team has an official match two days from now, right?"
"Yeah," He started toying with a loose strand of your hair, carefully curling it around his finger.
"Do you have an extra jersey?"
He glanced at you. "You wanna wear it?"
"Duh," You deadpanned.
"But I'm not a starter."
"Not yet." You waggled your eyebrows at him. "Besides, there's also the possibility of Garulla subbing you in. And when that happens, I'll be in the stands. Cheering. Looking pretty. And wearing your jersey."
He pretended to consider the idea for a moment. "Sounds like a good idea."
"Of course it is, it's my idea." Intending to peck him on the cheek, you leaned into him once more, only for Haruhisa to turn his head your way last minute, resulting in your lips meeting again instead.
Needless to say, the study date you set up was a total success.