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Haru folded himself around you the best he could. He wasn’t shy about holding you close, doing his best to cover you and mask your scent from the anomalous animal slowly tracking you through the halls. As you waited, he rested his chin on top of your head. He had faith in Towa and Ren, and wanted to enjoy your closeness as much as he could.
You fingers trailed along his jaw to get his attention, and so he would stop using the top of your head as a pillow. He leaned back enough to look at you, delighted and surprised when you pointed to your puckered lips. He wasted no time obliging you, teasingly peppering kisses on your cheek, on the corner of your mouth before kissing you fully.
He pressed you against the wall, cradling your face with one hand and exploring your mouth. He didn’t stop until your faces were flushed and you were both breathless, and he planned on going in for more as soon as it was easier to breathe.
Towa Otonashi
Towa was all over you as soon as you were in the confined space. As usual, he was fearless. Why he swept you into the locker to hide was as much a mystery as everything he did, but you didn’t object. He held you like a stuffed animal, cradling you and feeling your soft skin under his fingertips, gently rocking side to side in excitement.
“Can I kiss you, dandelion?” His sudden speech always surprised you, and the blunt question did no less than that. His lips already ghosted over your neck and cheeks, just waiting for permission to settle wherever they landed once you gave him permission. You barely finished nodding when he swooped in, humming when your lips met his. You held his hands, fingers interlaced, arms hanging by your sides. He couldn’t get enough of you, every time he tried to pull back, it was as if a rubber band pulled him back to you for more.
Ren Shiranami
Ren plastered himself against the wall, putting as much space between you as possible. He cursed under his breath, blaming the two unpredictable members of his house for getting him into this mess with you. He felt useless, artifact already spent to slow down the anomaly so you could make your escape. You hid in the locker at a dead end, and he was at a loss as to what he could do to get out of this mess. He sent a message to Haru already, having little to no faith that his captain would see it in time. That left him trapped in a small space, something he hated to begin with, with you. He couldn’t imagine how things could get any worse.
At least it didn’t smell like a locker. In fact, all he could smell was you, your clean skin and light perfume. He didn’t know if that was better, per se, because the moment he thought of you and all the places you couldn’t help but touch, his heart rate picked up speed.
To his horror, you leaned forward, peering through the small gaps in the locker. He shoved you back against the wall, harder than intended.
“Get back! Do you want to get caught? That’s horror movie 101!”
“Sorry!” You huddled closer to the back of the locker, your arms wrapped around him as if to shield him as much as he was shielding you.
The embrace stunned him. His body thrummed with nervous energy, so you distracted him by placing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Ren gaped. He didn’t know what possibly led to that, and he could barely process if he wanted to scold you out of embarrassment or get over his nerves and kiss you properly like he’d been wanting to do every time you visited Haru or Towa.
Your lips hovered near his, a silent offering for him to take if he wanted. As much as he wanted it, he could barely will himself to move. This couldn’t be real. What was it about these situations that made people so weird and touchy? He was never good at denying his FOMO, so he closed his eyes and willed himself to lean forward at meet you halfway. His sluggish brain could barely comprehend how nice and soft you felt. His kiss was gentle, as if chasing it too much would shatter the illusion and he’d be broken out of his usual daydreams about you to find himself back in a boring shift at the diner. You pulled back first, and he blinked to clear the fog clouding his thoughts. Once clarity had reasserted itself, he turned his head and sulked.
“The hell brought that on?” He grumbled. You only shrugged, smiling at him in the dark.
One thing I really like about Ren's character is that he never uses his looks to his advantage or tries to exploit them. I've met people who are conventionally attractive and act like their face card can get them out of anything, then get upset when it doesn't work ✋
Ren clearly has that advantage, but so far, he has never used it for personal gain. If anything, he's the complete opposite. He talks a lot about respecting personal space, knowing boundaries.
ME THINKKKK!!!
I feel like this comes from the fact that he used to work at a beach stall. He probably met all kinds of people, including creepy ones who didn't respect boundaries. As someone who stands out, he was likely a target of that behavior himself.
That could explain why he doesn't care much about being "attractive" or see it as something positive. No matter how you look, creepy people can still make you feel uncomfortable, and he clearly hates that. That's why I don't think he'd ever use his face to take advantage of anyone. If anything, he'd rather avoid unnecessary interactions with people altogether.
(or that he does but I'm missing that information here?)
