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Keigo leaps to his feet. “Alright! ______, prepare to be wooed!”
But… How do I know you were actually thinking of number six? This whole thing seems fishy to me—how come all the other girls are miraculously indisposed? And why—“ Before you can ask more questions, Keigo grabs your arm and drags you into the closet.
“You talk too much, you know,” he says cheerfully, as he shuts the door behind you.
“Look at the pot calling the kettle black. Aren’t you always blabbing? That’s why your grades are so bad.” You fold your arms across your chest.
While you can’t really see him in the dim light, you can distinctly hear Keigo as he moves about the small room, doing who knows what. “No, my grades are bad because I don’t try. Trying is for people who actually want to do something with their lives.”
“You’re such a loser, Keigo...” You sigh with exasperation.
“Not tonight, though—I’ve got it all planned out! Just let me finish setting up.”
Something fluffy hits you in the face and you yell, “Hey!”
“Sorry!” Some scuffling noises follow this and you roll your eyes. Whatever he’s doing, it’s got him as busy as a beaver building a dam. A lamp flares on, bathing the tiny room in warm yellow light. Your eyes widen.
Keigo has apparently been as busy as you thought he was—a futon is laid out diagonally across the floor; the lamp isn’t a lamp but a small round glass jar with a candle inside. There are two enormous beanbag chairs laying on either side of the room and you realize that must have been what hit you—one is just by your foot, with a notably face-sized indentation in it.
You look up at Keigo and he grins at you, kneeling on the futon, his hand held out. You take it and kneel beside him, incredulous. “Did you just do all this?”
“Yeah. You like it? I did it for you,” he says with a wink. “Mizuiro told me this was bound to work.” He gives your hand a squeeze, still grinning. “I’ve liked you for ages now, ______. You’re very hard to impress, though.”
“You like me?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Of course I like you! What’s not to like? You’re everything I’m not.”
For some reason, that simple sentence struck you to the core. It feels as though you’ve been stabbed. “Keigo…”
“I’m kind of a joke, you know? Always getting either beaten up or ignored. I’m just a goofball, I guess.”
“Oh, Keigo…” Your heart twinges painfully for the inflection in his voice. Keigo’s face, outlined by the candle, is pensive. “I swear, if this is just a ploy to get me to kiss you, I’ll break you in half.”
Keigo’s head snaps up. Hurt flashes briefly in his eyes, but he smiles anyway. “It seems like something I would do, huh?” He moves to get up. “Come on, I figured this wouldn’t work anyway…”
“Keigo, you’re an idiot.”
“Geez, will you quit it with the name-calling? I just tried my best to be romantic for you, and all I get is flak!”
“Oh, yeah, and if any other girl had been here, you would have fed her the same line.”
He’d gotten up, but now he spun to face you. “No! Just for you! Don’t you get it? I asked all of them—Mizuiro, Sado, Ichigo—to come here so I’d have an excuse to do all this stuff. I wanted it to seem off-the-cuff, but no luck there. Just… Go home, why don’t you?” The final bitter pronouncement rings in the room.
“Five minute warning,” Ichigo’s voice says from behind the door, and your heart, traitorous thing that it is, hums with tender agony as Keigo lifts a hand to open the door.
“Keigo, wait.”
He pauses mid-reach. “Yeah?”
“This is a nice futon.”
His fingers curl into a fist. “Are you always this cruel?” He turns to face you and his eyes jump wide. “What… are you doing?”
You were laid out on the futon, smiling at him. “Keigo, you are an idiot… And so am I. Do you really mean all this? Because if you do…”
“If I mean it? I do mean it, ________.” He takes a half-step forward, looking cautiously hopeful.
Keigo’s nervous! Before you can blush at that revelation, Keigo kneels beside the futon and pushes his lips down onto yours. Your lips part to allow his tongue passage, and Keigo immediately begins tracing the inside of your mouth, one hand smoothing your hair as he stretches out over you. His face radiates heat—he must be blushing—and you cup the back of his head, yearning for a closer touch.
His free hand rubs your thigh as Keigo continues to tangle his tongue with yours. You loop both arms around his neck, digging your fingers deeper into his brown locks, the ones you realize have driven you crazy since you first met. “I love you,” you breathe against his mouth as Keigo kisses you again, trailing a finger down your throat.
“I love you too,” he murmurs, face still hot, as the candlelight danced throughout the room. His lips find yours again just as the room fills with lamplight and Ichigo lets loose a wolf whistle.
You open one eye, smirk, and pull Keigo closer, nibbling his lower lip as you massage his scalp joyously, reveling in his warm mouth and soft, eager voice. “We have to get out now, ______.”
“Not yet. Let’s give them something to remember.” And with that, you whip his tie off and move your hands to his belt. The door slams resoundingly and you both grin as a horrified Ichigo groans about needing a bucket to throw up in.
“I love you, Keigo.”
“I love you too, _________.” He takes your hand and leads you outside, where Ichigo is still making exaggerated gagging noises.
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