𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗳 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝗢𝗡𝗘

Tsukasa Shishio X Reader

The shirt laid scrunched, pressed between two of the many gaps in the benches of the small equipment room. The door laid gapped, arms hugging around the bag as both pairs of eyes met contact.

'Class president.'

The shirt laid scrunched. Pressed between two of the many wooden gaps that belonged to one of the few benches in the locker room. School supposedly finished a few hours ago and club activities only a hour ago. The locker rooms should have been empty of all presences, lights still on due to the timer they were placed on by the school and door still open awaiting the cleaner to lock it up for the night. The door laid partially open, body pressed against it to the point a large gap of light came from the gyms lights a few feet away.

My eyes met his body. It was the first thing I met. His body was put on display back arched, every muscle- every singular ab placed in so much detail and outline to the point beads of salty sweat followed every curve to the rim of his black basketball shorts. His head was tilted back, large gasps of air came from his throat letting his chest rise and sink with every beat of his racing heart. I stared. I couldn't help too.

'Class president.'

His eyes had returned back to idolizing the ceiling, drenched hair covering his face while the rest slivered down his back in strands only I could dream of having. I gulped as a small droplet of sweat rain from my hairline, I wiped it away, readjusting my uniform to deal with the strongest high school primate.

'Tsukasa,'

I moved away, and let the door brush past me as it closed. My arms filled with a binder, notes glore popping out sticking corner after corner out to pierce skin with paper cuts. The phone laid on top yet all was quickly placed down upon the same bench.

I stood up and circled the back of the boy, pulling the shirt out of the crack 'Why are you here anyway? Thought you didn't like school?'

I folded the shirt against my body, placing it down to stand to the left of the boy watching the lockers vaguely waiting upon an answer as I held the shirt over my arm.

'Should-'

My phone left out a gentle buzz as it filled the silence in the air, vibrating against the wooden panels softly to the point it began to move across the binder. I picked it up glaring at the message from another classmate as he stared upon me. I opened the message tapping it hard, my fingers positioned ready against the keyboard before it was snatched away with a swift motion.

'Hey!' I shouted,

Eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he held it in his hands to the point is hands could wrap twice or more around it. I saw the side glare as he stared at the message, before turning it off holding it between his thumb and index like it was disease infected.

'Why do you have to be so glued to your phone all the ti-' 'Why aren't you?'

I stared at him and grumbled. Crossing my arms against my body.

'You miss the beauty of life you know.' Tsukasa grumbled,

I gave him a small shrug noticing his hair eyes, my hands released from my side as I moved forward I stood behind him my hands slowly inserted into his hair.

'People ask me for to much stuff- when lions are in japan I'll see the beauty of life.' I giggled,

I combed strands of his hair with my hand, the small blue scrunchie laid against my wrist as I slowly pulled his hair into an extremely loose ponytail. The hair tie hung a few inches off the end yet kept his hair out of the eyes. I smiled and pulled my phone from his hands, placing it in my pocket with a smug smirk.