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Arisato Riichi wasn’t one to shrink away in the face of a challenge, but even she was beginning to think that this might be a colossal waste of her energy and time.
Two weeks. Two weeks she had spent in this endeavor and not once had she elicited so much as a double-take. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought her subject had lost all interest in the female anatomy. As it stood, she was beginning to think maybe it was her anatomy that held no appeal.
It had all started six months ago with a single sentence.
“You’re the most precious person I’ll ever hold.”
Riichi wasn’t entirely sure why that had resonated with her so, but the sentence had made her heart flutter and she found herself thinking, I will never love anyone as much as this boy.
She had fallen hard (and it wasn’t really that surprising, considering they’d been teetering on the brink of a romantic relationship for years) and after the initial shock of realizing how obvious this development had been had set to work planting herself as near to the boy as possible. It wasn’t that hard, truth be told. Mochizuki Ryoji was a flirt, particularly when it came to her, and he was more than willing to allow her increased clinginess.
Even with their feelings on the table and their relationship status finally upgraded to ‘dating’, Ryoji remained the perfect gentleman. He held her hand, and complimented her hair, and never once did he imply that she owed him anything. The problem was that he was a perfect gentleman. Riichi didn’t think she could remember a time when she caught him staring at her tits, or when he might have been hinting that he wanted more. It was infuriating, even more so when the end of term came and they spent most of their time in study groups or taking exams, which then bled into a summer with friends who wouldn’t give them any alone time.
Her luck seemed to be changing for the better when her and Minato’s third roommate moved out and Ryoji offered to take their place. Living with the object of her affection (even in different bedrooms) seemed to be the perfect catalyst for finally taking their relationship up a step. They were living in close quarters, they could spend as much as time they wanted together without worrying about getting home or roommates to bother them, and her brother was more than willing to silently allow them their space. It was times like this she thanked the gods for the strange telepathic bond she had with her twin.
And yet even with such a perfect arrangement, nothing had happened. They spent most of their time cuddling on the couch or cooking together and every night Ryoji would kiss her on the forehead before telling her goodnight and shutting his bedroom door. Riichi had never been so frustrated in her life. Was it so wrong for a twenty-year-old to want her childhood sweetheart to take her roughly on the kitchen counter?
Riichi supposed she could just ask him, but damnit she had pride! She wasn’t going to beg for tail, especially not from someone who had previously stated he’d had wet dreams about her (Junpei was quite possibly the worst secret keeper, at least when it came to Ryoji).
It was simply by chance she finally got her grand idea.
“Rii, remember pants before you answer the door.”
Riichi looked up to see Minato staring pointedly at her. She looked down at her bare legs before looking back up in confusion.
“The pizza boy was staring.” Minato’s expression remained blank as always but she could see the way his eyes sharpened.
It hit her then. “Sorry,” she bowed her head in an attempt at placation. “I wasn’t paying attention.” Her brother’s gaze didn’t so much as twitch and she finally had to heave a sigh and relent. “It won’t happen again nii-chan,” she promised.
He nodded sharply and returned to his book. “Men are wolves,” he followed and she had to hold herself back from commenting on the irony of that statement.
It didn’t click until she was halfway through the living room. The air chilled her legs as if in answer.
Riichi put her plan into motion the next night.
Her brother was out leaving the two of them home alone. Ryoji was tucked in his bedroom with the door open. She donned one of her looser t-shirts and the sexiest pair of panties she owned and hovered down the hall as she mentally prepared herself. After a few minutes of screwing up her courage she sucked in a breath and strode forward.
“Ryo-kun,” she called, sliding into his doorway with a grace and confidence that shouldn’t have been possible for someone on the verge of shaking with nerves. “Have you seen my economics textbook? I can’t find it anywhere.”
“No, I-” he stopped midsentence and stared at her in a way that made her shuffle. They sat there in silence, each seemingly terrified to even twitch. Finally, Ryoji swallowed hard. Riichi watched his adams apple bob and had to stop herself from licking her lips in anticipation. “I haven’t seen it Rii-chan, I’m sorry.”
She positively glowed at him from the doorway. “Oh no worries. I’m sure I’ll find it.” And with that she scampered off, desperately trying to hold back her triumphant smile.
He’d been staring at her legs the whole time.
Riichi’s triumph had been short lived. Immediately after her first pantsless foray Ryoji had seemed to collect himself. She had started making almost daily trips past his door in an attempt to elicit a reaction similar to his first. Her second attempt had made the boy pause yet again, but he had spent the whole conversation staring in her eyes and all attempts afterwards hadn’t even gotten that much.
Her frustration finally spiked two weeks into her operation (her antics so obvious that even Minato had noticed and proceeded to level her with a stare of combined disgust and exhaustion) and she reached her breaking point. After having yet again failed to gain any promising reaction out of the object of her affection the girl slunk away only to decide enough was enough.
She whirled back into his doorway with the intensity of a hurricane. “What’s the problem?” Riichi almost shouted.
Ryoji blinked at her owlishly. “Problem?” he stammered, unsure of what had brought about so drastic a change in her demeanor.
Riichi was almost crying at this point. “Yeah, problem! Am I ugly? Do you not find me attractive? Are you pitying me because we’ve known each other so long?”
The boy continued to look completely baffled at her onslaught. “Rii-chan you’re beautiful,” he attempted to placate. “Why would I be pitying you? Did something happen?” He stood up and moved towards her.
“Don’t!” she ordered, making him freeze in shock. “What is it about me that’s the issue then? Goddamn it what do I have to do? I have been walking past your open door in just my underwear for the past two weeks for a reason!”
Understanding seemed to dawn on him. Ryoji took another step towards her. “Riichi,” he began and the use of her full name made her twitch. “Were you trying to seduce me?”
Having her intentions up in the air so bluntly made her blush like a schoolgirl. “S-so what? It’s obviously not working so why would it matter?”
His smile curled lightly and for the first time in her life Riichi felt an acute sense of danger. Ryoji took another step forward and instinctively she took one back. “Riichi,” he repeated, “I wanted to go through the proper steps. I wanted to cherish you properly.” He continued to advance.
Riichi felt the light slap of wood against her back and realized belatedly that she had cornered herself. Their gazes locked; Ryoji’s expression had devolved into something resembling a beast, his eyes taking on an almost heady quality. “You, you do,” she stammered, her voice becoming breathy.
“But if you’re giving me permission,” he continued as he closed the distance between them. The boy brought a hand up to cup her cheek. “It would be ungentlemanly of me not to respond in kind.” Riichi felt the ghosting of his fingertips up her exposed thigh. Ryoji leaned in and whispered against the shell of her ear, “My Rii-chan, have I ever told you how enchanting your legs are?”
Her breath hitched and all the strength escaped her. “Whoops,” Ryoji murmured as he caught her. Effortlessly he held her up against the wall, hips pinning hers in place, and Riichi hooked her legs around him in response. “Where did all that confidence go?” he teased.
Her whole body flushed. “You’re being unfair,” she argued. “You were supposed to be more in awe.”
“But I am.” The boy nipped the base of her neck and she had to hold back a squeal. “Let me show you just how bewitched you make me.” His mouth enveloped hers and Riichi felt her head empty.
He kissed her for some time, the taste of his tongue and the feel of his warm hands cupping her bottom overwhelming her senses, before she vaguely realized that they were moving. Gently she was lowered, and it took her a moment to understand that he had migrated to a bed. His, hers, she wasn’t sure, her head was a mess; all she could latch onto when she opened her eyes was that expression of pure want on Ryoji’s face.
“Riichi,” he called, his voice coming out slightly strained. “I’ve always wanted you. Please don’t doubt that.”
A shudder overtook her again. Ah, she thought, I made him this way. Her hands raised to cradle his face. “Ryo,” she voiced. If she’d been of sound mind, she may have thought to marvel at how wanton her own appearance must have become. “Prove it.”
He was on her in a flash and she only had a moment to wonder if her plan had been a resounding success or a horrible backfire.
oOo
“Mina-nii,” Riichi spoke from her position on the couch. The night had left her fatigued, but there was a glow about her.
Minato briefly glanced at her in a show of attention.
She flopped over, resting against his side with her head on his shoulder. “Can you stay out again, tonight?”
“I refuse,” he responded without missing a beat.
“Cheap,” she clicked her tongue. “I wasn’t wearing my cutest pair yesterday. I think I’ll get a better reaction now if I try again.”
Disdain rolled over her like a blanket.