Her knuckles were already turning white due to how tightly she was gripping his arms. She didn’t even know how they had wound up in that position in the first place. Daisuke was pinned between her body and the back of the school building. If she wasn’t seeing red, she probably would have registered the shocked and pained look on his face, but no, Miyako was far beyond level-headed and deep into unreasonable by that point.
Though her voice was hoarse from screaming at him, she shouted at him again – calling him an idiot and reckless and stupid for pulling that stunt. Did he really think he could stand up to that trio of upperclassmen all on his own? It was dangerous for him to think he could even step in like that.
And the most infuriating part of it all? He had done it for her sake. Her sake! As if she had asked him to defend her honor and nearly get his head knocked off his shoulders in the process. He was stupid! Really stupid! Really…unnecessarily…stupid…
For a moment, she could feel the fight leaving her, but when the memory of that older boy pulling his fist back to strike Daisuke flashed through her mind, her anger was renewed and she glared up at him with tears pouring down her face. ”Don’t do that again! Do you hear me?!” she sobbed, squeezing his shoulders. ”What those boys did was wrong, too, but you…you could have been hurt!” He could have been hurt all because he wanted to be the hero and protect her from the perverts from her high school.
God, he was just so aggravating! Didn’t he understand anything? No, of course not; he was Daisuke. So it was her job to make him understand.
Aided by the strength of her fury, she yanked him toward her – crashing her mouth viciously against his. ’Now do you understand, stupid?’ She pressed her body against him with as much force as she could muster while never letting the kiss break. His bottom lip was caught in her mouth – her teeth harshly grazing it as she attempted to convey the extent of her passionate feelings.
And then her tongue was in his mouth – probing and exploring and conquering the distance that separated them. ’Understand?’ her kiss asked desperately, but the fight was really starting to leave her. And soon, what had started as an action fueled by anger mellowed into something soft and pleading. She traced the outline of his mouth with her tongue and gently sucked on his bottom lip – the unmistakable taste of blood rousing her senses.
It was only then when she pulled away – shaking and still crying. But she couldn’t even look at him anymore, so she turned her back on him – shame and fear dictating her movement.
