#natsuya

[qweaenr]

FREE - Ikuya & Natsuya Kirishima

[goxjo]

　　　𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑚𝑎 .ᐟ 　　　𝟶𝟾 • 𝟸𝟶 • 𝟸𝟻

“This win is for her,” Kirishima told the reporter after the medal ceremony. “All those pep talks, food preps, and just the overall support I got from her all throughout — well, I couldn’t have done it without her. Now, I’m looking forward to the next games. That’s four years down the line with my soon-to-be wife.”

this is a commission @natsuya-enthusiast & I got last year (oops!) from @/iwanttobeaseme <3 - please do not steal / reupload !

[colonelcalebskeychain]

SOMEONE TELL ME WHY I FORGOT THAT THE JAPANESE VOICE ACTOR FOR CALEB IS ALSO THE SAME VOICE ACTOR FOR NATSUYA! DO YOU ALL SEE THE PATTERN? 🤭

[ballsandbabes]

Tides - Pt.II

authors note: Okay, this is a little random but I saw an episode of free! and remebered why I like this anime so much. So here is a little fun story// y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: Natsuya Kirishima x fem!reader

series: pt.I // pt.II

summary: Its a classical enemies-to-lovers-storyline set in the free! universe. The reader is transferred to a japanese university, where she meets her friend haruka and his friends like rin, makoto, etc. But what happends when shes intoduced to "new friends" of her old friend. Being introduced to a new friend or should I say rival???

genre: rivals to lovers, Location wise set in University, lots of teasing in this chapter

word count: ca. 2.000 words

Please read pt.I first to understand the story entirely.

Summer had arrived and it was officially semester break. Which, in your unfortunate case, meant more swimming and therefore more time with Natsuya Kirishima. Also known as: your own personal hell and your never-ending fountain for emotional confusion in super tight speedos.

Summer had arrived gracefully and in full glory—blue skies, open-air pools, and everyone practically glowing with sun-warmed ambition, sweat and vacation plans. You should have been thriving.

Except… lately?

You couldn’t look Natsuya in the eye. Which was his fault, obviously.

Because he’d been smiling more. And not the annoying I’m-about-to-roast-you smile. The other one. The soft one. The I-kind-of-like-talking-to-you one.

The worst part? - You might have liked it back. And that was deeply unacceptable. He WAS and still is a dumb idiot full of shit! So naturally, you did what any emotionally constipated adult would do: You started avoiding him like he was a chlorine-resistant plague.

Avoidance Plan: Activated: Your strategy was flawless. First order of the day. Always arriving precisely 12 minutes late to every practice so he’d already be in the water. Second, pick lanes strategically far away from his. Oh and very important, pretend your goggles were foggy anytime he tried to wave at you.

Once, you hid behind a vending machine when you saw him coming. Unfortunately, you were as subtle as a foghorn in a bathtub.

“Why are you crouching behind the snack machine?,”Makoto’s voice made you nearly scream. You popped up guiltily,“Uh. Vending machine maintenance?”

He blinked,“Hmm, I see. But why are you holding a soda then??”

“…Field research?,” you replied sternly. Makoto narrowed his eyes.

___ _ _ _

At practice, you showed up as usual: late, breathless, with some completely unhinged excuse every day.

“Sorry I’m late,” you gasped, tossing your green bag down, “There was a bird on my balcony and I couldn’t find my shoe.”

“Again?” Rei said flatly. Rin tilted his head, teasing you,“Is this the same bird from yesterday?”

“I think it’s working for Natsuya,” Nagisa stated.

Natsuya, already mid-lap, surfaced and raised an eyebrow at you from across the pool. You immediately looked away and fake-coughed into your towel.

___ _ _ _

Two days later, Haruka cornered you,“You’re swimming weird.”

You blinked,“Excuse me?”

“You’re swimming like you’re… distracted,” he said stoically. You coughed,“I’m literally doing 50-meter sprints with perfect split times.”

“You used to try to race Natsuya every practice,” he said, voice flat, “Now you don’t even look at him.”

“…I’m conserving energy?,” you said, not really convincing tho.

“You’re avoiding him,” he replied, “Poorly at that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried to hide the real reason. Haruka gave you a long look,“You’ve accidentally put your swim cap on inside out three days in a row.”

“…Fashion choice?,” you tried to talk your way out of it. He walked away muttering something in Haruka-ese that probably translated to emotionally disastrous behavior: detected.

That evening, the group had a post-practice picnic near the outdoor pool. Your idea. Since your schedules were all so full with exams, you hardly had time to do anything together. You thought it was time for that again. You were hiding under a parasol, clinging to your water bottle like it was a life preserver. Across the blanket, Natsuya laughed at something Rin said, tan skin glowing under the sunset, hair still damp, and towel lazily slung around his neck.

You hated him. Also maybe, just maybe you wanted to kiss him. But mostly hated him.Probably.

“Hey,” His voice broke through your spiral. You nearly choked on your melon slice. He plopped down beside you,“You good?”

“I’m—fine,” your voice colder than you wanted it to.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he slowly said.

“What? No,” You gave him your best gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss smile,“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I waved at you four times during warm-ups,” he recalled.

“I’m very nearsighted,” you tried to explain your weird behaviour. “You were ten feet away,” he said, raining an eyebrow.

“I’m also easily startled,” the last attempt of making this reasonable. He stared,“Y/n....Did I do something?”

You shook your head too fast,“Nope. All good. Love and light.”

Makoto, Rin, and Nagisa were blatantly watching from across the blanket like they were judging a drama competition.

“She’s sweating,” Rin whispered. “It’s 28 degrees, everyone does,” Rei replied. “She’s not even in the sun,” Makoto muttered.

“I love romance,” Nagisa sighed dreamily. You stood up too quickly, nearly tripping over your towel. You looked like a complete idiot by now,“Gotta go. I left… my swim fins… in the science building. So. Gonna run.”

You didn’t look back as you booked it across the grass like a cartoon character in denial. Later that night, your phone buzzed with a single text.

Natsuya:

“At some point, you’re gonna have to stop running, y’know. I’m not gonna bite. Unless you ask.”

You turned your phone face-down and screamed into your pillow.

Summer was supposed to be relaxing. You were not supposed to catch feelings for someone you despised - your rival. And now, you were trapped in an emotional pool, 10 feet deep. As the emotional tides rushed over you.

And no lifeguards on duty.

___ _ _ _

Summer Friday nights were usually reserved for sore muscles, Netflix, and collapsing into your mattress like the world’s sweatiest plank, after a hard training session.

But tonight? The boys had somehow roped you into going out. Like… in public. With cute outfits, music and neon lights.

Rin’s idea, naturally. "Team bonding,” he’d said. “I’m not dancing,” Haruka had replied immediately. “You never are,” Makoto sighed. Nagisa had packed glitter. Rei brought allergy wipes and blister tape. You had shown up at the bar in a simple black tank top and the leather mini skirt with a detail buckle, makeup light but confidence high — because tonight, you had a plan.

Operation: “Flirt With Literally Anyone Who Isn’t Natsuya Kirishima.” You were tired of the butterflies, which you still couldnt allocate. Was it because of him being a worthy opponent or because you physically end emotionally really liked him. The way he made your heart race when he teased you. The way he watched you like he knew something you didn’t. It somewhat clearly spoke the second language. And thats what made you scared.

So tonight, you were going to push all of that into a box, slap a shipping label on it, and launch it directly into the sun.

Half an hour in, your glass was sweating, the music was loud, and a tall, cute guy with kind eyes and cute little dimples had just bought you a drink. You leaned in to thank him, the little smalltalk had turned into something more

Natsuya saw everything.

Across the club, he'd just tossed back a drink and was mid-conversation with Makoto, whom he had met on the dancefloor, when his smile froze. Eyes locking on you. Leaning in. Laughing. Smiling at some other guy.

he came to the club, more like a bar with some of his comillitons to celebrate the passed exams. He totally wasnt prepareed to see you here, let alone with some other random guy.

Makoto followed his gaze and let out a soft, knowing hum, “You good?”

Natsuya blinked, “Peachy.”

“Because you look like you're about to set fire to the neon signs,” commented Makoto the death glare to the bar.

“I’m just watching. Is that illegal now?,” Natsuya said, sharper than intended. Makoto raised a brow, “If looks could kill, that poor guy would be reduced to ash.”

You could feel someone watching you. When you took a glipse, you saw he was the one watching you. Even through the crowd, even through the haze of heat and pop music, Natsuya’s attention was like gravity — sharp, focused, unrelenting. You tilted your head at the guy next to you, still smiling, still nodding politely. He was nice. Sweet. Not pushy. And absolutely not Natsuya.

Which was the whole point. “So, you swim too?” the guy asked, voice low.

“Mmhm,” you replied, eyes drifting involuntarily to the crowd on the dance floor again. Where Natsuya was now making a show of laughing at something Rin said. Leaning in close to a girl you didn’t recognize. His hand casually brushing her arm.

Your stomach twisted. You looked away. This was fine. This was part of the plan. You wanted him out of your head and he could do whatever the f*ck he wanted....go get on the nerves of some other chick.

Right?

Five minutes later, you made the mistake of heading toward the back hallway to find the bathroom. Which is where Natsuya intercepted you like a heat-seeking missile.

“You’re really putting on a show tonight,” he said, voice deceptively light.

You blinked up at him,“Excuse me...what?”

“The guy. The giggling. The dramatic hair flip. And the outfit.” He mimicked you with a mocking pout. You stepped closer, “Wait a minute....Are you…jealous, Kirishima?”

He scoffed,“Why would I be jealous? You can flirt with whoever you want. I just didn’t know you had a type.”

You tilted your head,“What type is that? Enlighten me then.”

“Tall, boring, and clearly blind?,” he said sarcastically.

“Oh my god,” you laughed, sharp,“You are jealous.”

He stepped closer, crowding you slightly, voice dropping,“And if I was?”

Your breath caught. The hallway was quiet. Dim. Only the beat of the club pulsing in the background like a heartbeat. You swallowed,“Then that’s your problem.”

He stared at you, mouth twitching like he couldn’t decide whether to grin or do something reckless.

“You’re infuriating,” he muttered.

“You’re obsessed,” you shot back, trying to sound in control. “Don’t you have a fake girlfriend to go flirt with?”

“She was boring,” he said,“And I only have energy to obsess over one person at a time. Im not crazy.”

That shut you up. For one heartbeat too long. The tension between you stretched tight — like an elastic band on the verge of snapping. His hand brushed your hip. Barely. You didn’t move.

“Don’t do that again,” he said, voice low and too honest now, “Don’t look at someone like that when you’ve never looked at me that way.”

You swallowed,“You’d have to earn it. Maybe by not being an asshole.”

He leaned in, mouth near your ear, “I’m not afraid of working hard.”

You pushed past him, heart in your throat. When you returned to the group, the cute guy had gone. Nagisa raised his eyebrows at your expression. “Sooo… where’d you go?”

“Bathroom,” you said, sitting down too hard.

“You were gone for twelve minutes,” Rei said.

“Long line.”

Makoto smirked into his drink,“Right.”

Rin just shook his head,“Teenage drama.”

Haruka, sipping from his soda, glanced up,“They’re not teenagers.”

Nagisa beamed, “But they’re definitely dramatic.”

You refused to meet Natsuya’s eyes for the rest of the night. He didn’t stop watching you once.

___ _ _ _

You needed a break. After the whirlwind of emotional whiplash — flirty rivalries, hallway tension, jealousy-induced stand-offs — your brain felt like an over-boiled egg. So today, you made one solid, non-chaotic decision: Retail therapy.

Specifically, swimwear retail therapy. With the regional competition fast approaching, you figured a new suit would be both symbolic and useful. A new you. A new chapter. One where you didn't combust every time Natsuya Kirishima opened his smug mouth. Unfortunately, fate (or whatever deity was bored that day) had other plans.

You were already in the boutique, flipping through racks of sporty one-pieces and two-pieces that dared to call themselves “functional,” when you heard the bell above the door jingle.

“Yo, you guys sell mirrored lenses? Mine cracked again.”

Your stomach dropped. Of course. Of course it was Natsuya.

You froze mid-hanger flip, ducking slightly behind a rack of discount swimsuits. He was chatting with the clerk at the front, hair still damp from morning laps, goggles hanging around his neck, gym bag slung over one shoulder like an ad for “athletic menace of the year.”

You slowly exhaled, turned… And walked straight into a saleswoman who smiled too brightly.

“Looking for a suit?,” she asked.

You nodded,“I’ll start a fitting room. Take a few in there.”

You gave her a grateful smile, grabbed a handful of options, and speed-walked to the back — completely forgetting that you were in a boutique the size of a locker room and Natsuya had eyes like a hawk.

Three minutes later, you had your first suit on — sleek, black, high-cut — and were assessing it in the mirror when you heard knuckles rapping on the dressing room door.

You startled,“Yes?!”

“Friendly neighborhood shopping assistant here,” Natsuya’s unmistakable voice chimed,“The clerk said you were trying on suits. Thought I’d supervise. You know, making your sure you are equipped to keep up with me at the competition.”

You groaned,“Ugh not you again....Go away, Kirishima.”

“Too late. I saw you sneak back here,” he replied.

“You were supposed to be at the front,” you said flippant.

“Well, now I’m not. Let’s roll with it,” he said, while judging your selection. You cracked open the door a single inch, just enough to glare through,“You’re stalking me.”

“I’m saving you. I have an excellent eye for swimwear,” he grinned.

You tried to shut the door — he stopped it with one palm.

“Come on,” he grinned, “Let me see.”

“Natsuya,” you started to be embarrassing. You were standing in the kelia changing cubicle, half naked as it were. What was he thinking??? What was that all about?

“Are you embarrassed?,” Natsuya began to realise your situation.

“No. I’m annoyed,” you tried to explain your situation.

“So let me help, and you’ll be annoyed for less time," he made his point.

You gave him a hard look… then cracked the door open just enough to step out in the black suit. His jaw tightened. You smirked,“Well..What do you think?”

He coughed once, then smoothed it into a low whistle, “I mean… functional. Very… performance-forward.”

You narrowed your eyes. This was so not helpful.

“…Also I’m never going to emotionally recover from this, but please continue.”

You rolled your eyes, retreating to the changing room.

The next suit was worse. Red. Backless. Legs cut to the heavens. You stepped out with hesitation — and immediately regretted it. Natsuya blinked once. Then stared. Then smirked slowly.

“That one,” he said, voice low. “That’s the one.”

“I look like a Baywatch reject,” you say, while critically examining yourself in the mirror.

“You look like I should not be standing here without supervision,” he said cheeckily.

“Natsuya—,” you rebuke him immediately.

“You know what? I’ll buy it for you. Let it be a gift,” he said suddenly. You stared, “Absolutely not.”

“Consider it an apology for emotionally undressing you with my eyes,” he was in his element, flirting with you so shamelessly, that you almost turned the shade of red, matching with the swimsuit.

You stared harder. What did he just say???

“…I mean in a respectful way, obviously,” he said with a devilish grin.

When you stepped back in, you couldn’t stop the grin curling on your lips. You tried on two more suits just to mess with him — a neon yellow disaster, and a dangerously strappy number that even made you blush. He gave full commentary for each one, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes very focused. By the end, your face hurt from smiling.

You finally settled on a cobalt-blue athletic suit with subtle mesh at the back — sharp and cool, like a silent threat in fabric form and a high leg cut. As you paid, Natsuya waited by the door, spinning his new goggles between his fingers like he hadn’t just spent twenty minutes flirting like his life depended on it.

As you stepped outside into the sunlight, he matched your stride.

“You owe me,” he said.

“For what?,” you asked slightly confused.

“Being the best shopping partner of your life,” he simply said.

“You were the worst, Natsuya. I hope you know that,” you claimed.

“And yet, you didn’t kick me out,” he grinned, another devilish smile about to appear. You glanced at him, “That’s because you were clearly enjoying yourself too much. Felt cruel to end the show.”

He grinned, “So you noticed I was looking.”

“You weren’t exactly subtle,” you finally laughed. He paused, “Next time, just call me. We can try lingerie shopping. I give excellent input on lace.”

You shoved him in the arm, laughing — warm and flustered and maybe, just maybe, a little lovesick.

And Natsuya? He looked like he was one bad decision away from pulling you into the nearest alley and making this tension a lot less theoretical.

___ _ _ _ Competition Day_ _ _ ___

It was the day. You woke up very early because your nervousness was sky high. On your way to the swimming pools, a thousand things went through your head. Your nerves were thrumming like guitar strings, heart pounding with every step through the buzzing arena.

The university swim meet was more packed than expected. The air stank of chlorine, sunscreen, and barely suppressed adrenaline. Heat waves shimmered off the water, whistles pierced the air, and every team was huddled in a blur of matching warm-ups and narrowed eyes.

You unzipped your duffel bag in the locker area, looking for your suit. And stopped dead. Lying neatly on top of your folded towel wasn’t your chosen cobalt-blue swimsuit you had bought. It was the red one. The red one. The strappy, backless, dangerous suit you had explicitly rejected at the boutique. And tucked next to it?

A tiny folded note on branded goggles paper, written in that annoyingly cocky scrawl:

“If you’re going to win, you might as well look like it. You’re welcome. -N.K.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Unbelievable,” you muttered, glancing around as if he might pop out from a locker, grinning.

You had half a mind to ignore it— But then you saw your reflection in the mirror: fierce eyes, steady breathing. If he wanted a show? You’d give him the whole damn stage. You stepped out poolside in the red suit like a living dare. The room didn’t exactly fall silent, but a few heads turned. Your team clapped you on the back. Nagisa audibly gasped. Rei muttered something about skin-to-spandex ratios being “structurally alarming.”

But Natsuya?

He was stretching near the edge of the lane when he saw you—and he froze. His towel slipped from his shoulder. His jaw slackened for a second, then curled into a slow, unmistakable smirk.

“You actually wore it,” he called as you passed. You rolled your eyes,“Only because throwing it at your head felt like a waste.”

“Admit it. You like it.”

You smirked over your shoulder,"I like the idea of beating you while wearing it.”

That got his full attention. “You’re feeling cocky,” he said, walking up beside you as the officials called heat numbers. You stretched, glancing at him sideways,“You scared, Kirishima?”

“Please,” he scoffed,“But I’m willing to raise the stakes.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What kind of stakes?”

“A bet,” he said rather serious.

“I’m listening.”

“If you win, I owe you something. If I win, you owe me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s very...vague.”

“Exactly. You in?,” he asked his voice hinting at no good. You hesitated for one second—then shrugged,“Deal.”

He grinned like the cat that already knew the mouse was in the trap.

___ _ _ _

The race was brutal. You kicked harder than ever, sliced through water like fire through paper. Natsuya was in the next lane over, a blur of golden brown hair and shark-like speed.

Every stroke, every breath, every flip-turn felt like survival.

You touched the wall half a second before him.

The stadium erupted. Your lungs burned and you felt like dying. You gasped, blinking water from your lashes, and looked sideways—he was right there, floating beside you, panting, lips curled into a grin that said of course you did.

“You won,” he said, voice low, eyes shining with adrenaline and something else.

“I did,”you happily and breathlessly cheered.

“You know what that means?,” he murmured, closing the small distance between your lanes, as you took off your swimming cap. You raised a brow, still catching your breath,“That you owe me a mystery prize?”

He dipped lower in the water, treaded closer, so close now you could see droplets clinging to his lashes.

“It means,” he whispered, “that I owe you this.”

And then, with one hand, he slipped underwater—grabbing your waist, tugging you just a little closer, enough for your legs to bump.

Your breath hitched,“Your bet was a kiss?”

He grinned up at you, boyish and smug, cheeks flushed from exertion,“Congrats. You earned it.”

Your heart was hammering in your ribs, not from the race anymore.

“Here?” you whispered.

“There’s water everywhere,” he shrugged, “What better place to drown a rivalry?”

You stared at him, breath shallow.

“Say no,” he whispered, suddenly serious. “And I’ll let go.”

You didn’t say no. You surged forward, catching his mouth with yours in a split-second decision that felt like gravity and fireworks. His hand at your waist tightened, the water rocking around you like static, cool against skin burning from adrenaline. It wasn’t messy or rushed—it was electric. The pool exploded in cheers around you as the other swimmers hit the wall. You barely noticed.

___ _ _ _

Later, while wrapped in a towel, you nudged him,“You bought the suit.”

“Well...I regret nothing,” he smirked.

“You were turned on,” you teased him.

“I am still turned on,” he got back at you. You shoved him again, but your grin betrayed you.

“I guess I won the bet,” you teased. He leaned closer,“Baby, I think we both did.”

___ _ _ _

The celebration had been wild. The others and your coach swooped both you and Natsuya up immediately. Not really time for anything. You had been sent to the podium to receive your media. Afterwards, your friends received you and offered their congratulations. Someone brought confetti. Someone else brought a karaoke mic that shouldn’t have had that much bass. Even Rei joined in on a cover of “We Are the Champions,” while Nagisa insisted on group photos every two minutes.

But eventually, the noise faded, the glitter settled, and everyone began peeling off toward their dorms or apartments—still buzzing with post-victory joy, but also sleepy. Still, it was a long day.

You and Natsuya walked back in comfortable silence, dorm rooms lying in the same direction. The quiet between you, different now. Lighter. Charged in all the right ways. He kept glancing over at you like he still couldn’t believe it. Like he was trying to memorize the way your cheeks pinked when you caught him looking.

Outside your dorm building, you hesitated for only a moment before blurting: “Wanna come up?”

Natsuya raised an eyebrow, the lazy smirk returning,“To your dorm?”

“Just to hang out,” you said, maybe too quickly,“Everyone else is still loud, and I—”

“I’d love to,” he cut in, eyes softer now,“Really.”

Your dorm room was small but cozy, the kind of place that always smelled faintly of laundry detergent, mint gum and a hint of chlorine from the swimwear drying in on the chair. You flicked on the warm lamp by your desk and dropped your bag by the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, stepping into your bathroom to splash your face. The red swimsuit still clung under your hoodie and sweatpants—there hadn’t been time to change after the celebration. They practically had dragged you out of the water. You peeled the hoodie off to hang it and sighed, tugging at the high strap of the suit. Your skin was warm, your thoughts warmer. You were ready to change into comfy clothes.

When you stepped back out, Natsuya had kicked off his shoes and tossed his bag near yours. His jacket was shrugged over your chair, his hair still wet from the shower he must’ve taken at the pool. But with wich time you asked yourself...

He turned when he heard you—and stopped.

You froze.

“…You’re still wearing the red suit,” he said.

You nodded slowly, suddenly hyper-aware of how fitted it still was against your body, “I didn’t get a chance to change.”

His eyes traveled over you once—slow, reverent, hungry.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, stepping closer.

Your breath caught,“I....What?”

“I thought I was dangerous in the pool,” he whispered, reaching to hook one finger under the thin strap at your shoulder,“But you? Like this? You’re lethal.”

You let out a shaky laugh, trying to keep your cool as he gently traced his fingers down your arm, eyes never leaving yours.

“Natsuya—”

But then he kissed you.

Hot. Confident. Like he’d been waiting all night to do it again. His hands found your waist and pulled you against him with no hesitation. Yours tangled in his wet hair, tugging just enough to make him groan low in his throat.

The kiss deepened, messy now with teeth and breathless gasps between laughs. You stumbled backward, your back hitting the door with a soft thud.

“You sure about this?,” he asked into your mouth, voice hoarse.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, “Are you?”

“I’ve been sure since the first time you beat me in the pool,” he grinned.

“You were angry about that,” you breathlessly corrected.

“Turns out I’m into powerful women. Who knew?,” he grinned playfully. You kissed him again just to shut him up, and it worked—until he picked you up like it was nothing and carried you across the room, dropping you onto your bed with a bounce.

His hands were reverent, warm, teasing as he explored your sides, your hips, the curve of your thigh over that suit.

And all the tension—the racing, the rivalry, the banter—melted into touches that said finally and kisses that said don’t stop. And he didnt.

Neither do you. You pulled him towards you by the ties of his hoodie and made it clear that the hoodie had to go, which it did within a few seconds. His well-toned body now revelaed. Your hands glided over the hard trained muscles...it was deadly to see him like this. Each of your gentle touches seemed to bring him closer to the edge. Your hands had made it to the waistband of his sports shorts while he was trying to get rid of the red swimming suit. You had got up to take off your bathing suit, Natsuya leaned back to watch the action. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Your delicate skin shimmered in the moonlight, your athletic figure illuminated and highlighted.

That was when all hell broke loose, his self-discipline was over. His strong hands gripped you strongly but lovingly, so much so that his veins were almost tearing. He pulled you to him and his lips found yours again. It was steamy. Hot. Raw. You loved it. Feeling his skin on yours made you go into feral mode too.

the rest of the clothes soon landed on the floor and soft moans could be heard. When he finally connected with you, you thought you would pass out. It felt so good. given that you were both athletes, it wasn't just going to be a training session. Especially because all the emotions you two had been hiding could finally come out.

___ _ _ _

The night stretched around you like velvet. And by the time you were tangled together under your covers, breath slowing, hearts still beating fast for all the best reasons—

He whispered against your skin,“You know I was always going to fall for you, right?”

You turned toward him, grinning, your voice low, “I know. I just beat you to it.”

[shysheeperz]

[natsuya-enthusiast]

going to bed thinking about cuddling natsu and being so tired, u fall asleep in his arms and he doesn't have the heart to wake u up. So the next morning, you wear one of his shirts tucked tightly into your jeans to go to class

[liyue-harbour]

𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚

kirishima natsuya 

“do you like anyone?”

you froze and stopped writing. the question was sudden, and the most surprising thing about it was the person who asked you. your gaze remained at the assignment on the table and you blinked a few times, baffled at the male sitting across you.

you couldn’t believe it! the kirishima natsuya, soufukan’s big-shot swim captain and ace swimmer,  questioning if you had a crush on anyone. the very same person who said that he did not want any sort of distraction—a relationship, a crush, or anything that could sabotage his swimming.

out of all the teasing, pranks and flirting that happened between the two of you, this one start up was the least you had expected to spill from his mouth. the tranquility of your breathing was the only vague response you could offer, but he remained silent, patiently waiting for you to voice your thoughts.

having known natsuya since elementary school, you found it odd. why now, out of all the time and many years that he could’ve asked you? why wait till this year, this particular moment? however, his attitude today was different from the usual. he had nothing installed for you and neither did he tease you. nao had also been distancing himself from the two of you today. your lips curling into a small smile. taking this golden opportunity, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. pointing your pen to him, you break the silence.

“pfft, since when did you take any interest in me, natsuya? besides, aren’t you always talking about ikuya and swimming?” you question as you waved the writing instrument in your hand while processing his inquiry on you as a joke. to emphasise your apprehension to his words, you cringed in disgust but it only took a little to notice the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“y/n, that wasn’t an answer” he deadpanned, “although you are right about the part where i’m always talking about ikuya and swimming….” the browned haired boy slammed both his hands on the table lightly, shocking you. natsuya rarely gets agitated and so instead of feeling guilty or taken aback at his sudden uproar, the smile on your lips only grew wider as you leaned back on your chair.

“don’t go all defensive now, what you asked counts as an interest, natsuya~” looking at his beet red face, you point it out, a layer of jest in your words.

“damn it,” running his fingers through his hair with a sigh “just answer the question.”

as you had predicted, his patience was running thin. however, you felt like teasing him more. it was as if you and natsuya had switched minds today. although you wanted to continue teasing him, you felt bad and decided to let him off the hook. tilting your head to the side and putting a finger to your chin, pretending to be in deep thought. from your peripheral vision, you could see him swallow and chew his lip anxiously. finally, the unspoken mutual feeling between you both was about to be revealed.

“i do…” a flicker of hope crossed natsuya’s line of sight, and your attention was at the right amount to take in this sight. seeing it was enough for your smile to widen. however on how fast the hope in his eyes showed, the faster it faded as soon as your news sinks into him, losing the chance to process what you meant exactly. “and i think that he likes me too.”

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Natsuya Kirishima ✦ Free! Dive to the Future ↪ episode 5