Karasuno Boys First Round

"Okay! Daichi is gathering the boys' test results, but in the meantime we'll be deciding nicknames for them all! Let's get started; Daichi Sawamura!" Aima says, pointing at the list of boys. "Mura-Senpai(Daichi), Suga-Senpai(Koshi), Azu-Senpai(Asahi), Noya-kun(Yu), Tana-kun(Ryu), Yama-kun(Tobio), Hina-kun(Shoyo) and Tsuki-kun(Kei)." I say as she goes through, marking their respective names. "No first names huh? Well, I suppose if you wanted to you could call them their first names when you're more familiar. This will do for now." Aima says, snapping a picture of the paper before texting it to someone, presumably Daichi. "Are you ready to start kissing some people?" Aima cheers, though I just shake my head fiddling with my fingers. "No." I mumble, Aima smiling as she reaches over, taking my hands. "Hey, it'll be alright. I've met all the guys, they're all wonderful people and they'll take really good care of you. You'll start with the three sweetest and slowest kissers, your Senpai, and then move on down the line, okay? You got this, if you want to stop, Me and Daichi are just out that door, just say the words and we'll come in and support you until you're ready again." Aima says.

"Besides, this is the control test; just a quick kiss, in and out, over before you know it. Next time it'll be dates, so it'll be easier since the boys will be setting the mood. By then you'll be in the groove; just remember to document the kisses as you go along." Aima says, squeezing my hands as I take a slow deep breath. "For mom." I whisper, closing my eyes tight before I exhale. "You got this, trooper! Take all the time you need to prepare, the boys will be ready in 10." Aima says, giving me a big smile while I return a reluctant one. "I'll be right outside that door if you need me. Whenever you're ready, let me know and I'll let the next guy in." Aima says, letting go of my hand and stepping outside, giving me time to prepare. It had been decided that the control kisses would take place in the dance studio, my comfort zone. Aima had forbidden me from dancing so I wouldn't get all sweaty, but the boys had just got done with practice. They would be coming in after they cleaned up the gym and had a quick rinse to freshen up. Misaki had already left for the day, though she had dressed me up and done my makeup, which Aima had sent her out on a quest for the other day.

A light knock sounded on the door, making me jump as I realized it was probably my clue that the boys had arrived. "One moment please!" I called, taking a deep breath and brushing my hair behind my ear. I could do this, the first kissers were sweet and slow, and if I couldn't find it I could always say no- but these were just the practice kisses. I set the clipboard I had been gripping onto on my lap, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants before giving myself a quick fan to cool down. "Okay! I'm ready!" I said, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. The door opened and I held that breath, slowly peeking out to see Daichi step in, leaving the door open. His hair was wet with water, a towel draped over his shoulders as he walked over. I let out my breath, bolting to my feet and running over to him. "Mura-Senpai! You need to dry your hair properly, or you're going to get sick!" I said, grabbing the towel from his neck and beginning to dry his hair out for him. Daichi chuckled, lowering his head for me so I could give it a proper towel dry. "You look nice, Suzuki-chan." Daichi says, making my cheeks burn as I slow down in drying his hair. "Thank you, Misaki dolled me up." I mumbled, pulling the towel away. 

I slowly ran my fingers through his hair, satisfied that it wasn't soaking wet anymore though Daichi seemed shocked. "Oh, sorry." I said, yanking my hand back and handing him the towel awkwardly. "No, it's fine, I just didn't expect it." Daichi says, grinning down at me as my cheeks burn. He gently takes the towel from me, tossing it over his shoulder. "Um, the guys outside should also dry their hair. I'd hate for them to catch a cold." I say, dropping my gaze to the floor, Daichi chuckling before walking to the door. "Hey, dry your hair off so you don't catch a cold and pass it on, or else, disqualification." Daichi says as he peeks his head out the door, seeming to cause a ruckus though he comes back in, shutting the door this time. I can't help but smile, knowing that he cared about his team enough to have them dry their hair so they don't have a cold. Really Daichi just didn't want Kimiko to dry anyone else's hair. "I'm the ice breaker, Aima sent me first so I can really test if you're ready or not. After me are my most trusted friends, Koshi and Asahi. They'll take great care of you." Daichi says, standing before me as I slowly nod, taking a deep breath.

"So you're first. I'll be in your care, then." I say, glad that my first kiss would go to someone who would be patient with me, a nice and gentle person. "Do you think you're ready?" Daichi asks, though I just shake my head slowly, fiddling with my fingers- nervous habit. "Not really, I figured I'd just roll with the punches." I admit, making Daichi chuckle as he gently took my chin, pulling me to look up at him. I held my breath, staring up at Daichi as his thumb gently stroked my jawline, my body trembling lightly. "Suzuki-chan, kisses are not something to be taken lightly, but they're not punches either. What you feel right now is perfectly logical, I'm sure this is a lot for you, but you can do this. If not, Aima and I are right here to back you up." Daichi says, helping the knot in my stomach ease a little bit. "Thank you, Mura-Senpai." I whisper, watching his eyes slowly close as he starts leaning down towards me. Was this the kiss? Was he going to kiss me? I squeeze my eyes shut, holding my breath as I bite my lip, waiting for him to kiss me. Something pinches my nose, making me jump as my eyes flutter open, realizing Daichi had pinched my nose.

"I knew it, this is your first time, isn't it?" Daichi asks, giving me an easy going smile as my face feels like it caught on fire. "Is it that obvious?" I whisper, making Daichi chuckle as he drops his hands. "Don't worry, I'll tell Aima to find someone else or we'll drop out of the contest." Daichi says, turning to leave though I grab his hand. "No! Wait, Mura-Senpai! I agreed to do this, and I will do it!" I say, watching as he slowly turns towards me, raising an eyebrow. I wipe my hands on my jeans before reaching up, cupping his face, slowly closing my eyes as I pull him down to me. Daichi tilts his head slightly, his lips gently brushing over mine, like a butterfly, making my heart skip a beat before he actually kisses me. His lips were bigger than mine, but he moved slowly, almost like he was scared to be too forward. It was nice, he was being so patient, his kiss one fluid motion as he gently cupped the back of my head. He let out a low groan, reluctantly pulling away as I slowly opened my eyes, in a daze. Daichi looked me over before his gaze dropping back to my lips as he slowly lifted his hand, gliding his thumb over my bottom lip. "Next time…" Daichi says, his voice rough as he pulls his hands away.

"I won't be so patient, so be ready, okay?" Daichi says, grinning at me as I feel my cheeks burn. "H-Hai Senpai!" I say, feeling flustered as he just chuckles, patting my shoulder before exiting the room. I fall back in the chair, covering my mouth as I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Shit, I still had 7 more to do! I needed to hurry up and write the experience down before I forgot. The door opened, making me squeak as I tossed my head up and looked up to see- Aima, an amused smile on her face as she stepped in, closing the door behind her. "Chill girl, we're giving you breaks in between so you can write it down and recuperate. I'm just checking on you, making sure you're okay." Aima says, though I let out a sigh of relief, beginning to write my thoughts on Daichi's kiss. "So… how was it?" Aima says, coming to peek over my shoulder. "It was nice; though I initiated it, does that mean I have to redo it?" I ask, though Aima shakes her head. "No, it should be fine. We're just rating the kiss itself, though I hope you plan on using words better than nice." Aima says, though I can tell she's joking because she's reading everything I wrote on the kiss word for word.

"You're doing just fine, Kimiko. Daichi told me to tell you that you're going to do perfect, he's going to discuss with his teammates to go easy on you this time round." Aima says, beginning to massage my shoulders to help me relax. "Then why didn't he say that before he left?" I mumble mostly to myself, though Aima just giggles, leaning over and giving me a knowing smile. "Girl, the man barely had his head on his shoulders walking out of the room. First thing he did was take a deep breath and slap himself. You did a number on him!" Aima says, though I turn and gape at her. "He slapped himself? That's a bad thing!" I squeak, groaning as I cover my face. "Hear me girl, I speak from experience. You. Did. Good. Daichi was flustered, just like you! That's a good thing!" Aima laughs at me, though I slowly peek out of my hands at her. "He… before he left, he said… 'next time, I won't be so patient, so be ready.'" I whisper, Aima's face falling as her jaw dropped. "Noo, he didn't!" Aima gasps, making me frown as I thought it was a bad thing. "No no no Kimiko, that's not a bad thing! It's not, I promise!" Aima laughs, reading my face as she rubs my shoulders.

"Damn, I can't believe he actually said that though! I'd be head over heels!" Aima says, sounding giddy as I finish writing my review. I give it to her to read over, though she practically snatches it from my hands and puts it in her binder. "Oh! And no telling the people how they did! They'll learn at the end of the contest!" Aima says, coming around to fix my hair and looks before clapping. "Got it." I sigh, giving myself a shake to get rid of my jitters. "You ready?" She asks softly, making me smile. "I think so, I'm way too embarrassed to face Mura-Senpai again. The next guy is sweet too, so that should help." I say, taking a deep calming breath. "You got this girl! You're gonna do just fine, I know it!" Aima says, giving me a big thumbs up before taking the binder and dashing out the door. I slowly exhale, covering my face for a second before shaking my head, trying to prepare. I had this in the bag, Daichi said so himself, except, you know, he slapped himself. I lowered my hands, looking up at the ceiling and taking another deep breath. But that's a good thing, right? I mean, Aima said it was, she wouldn't lie to me. The door opened, so I shook myself from my thoughts, standing up.

"You guys actually dried your hair!" I laughed, noticing this guy's hair was longer than Daichi's, but well taken care of, and dry- for the most part. "I told Daichi to dry his hair before entering, but he wouldn't listen. I had everyone else thoroughly dry it while we waited. I'm Koshi Sugawara, it's a pleasure to meet you." He says, walking over and holding out a hand. "Kimiko Suzuki, the pleasure is all mine. I'm glad someone made sure their hair was dry, I'd hate to keep everyone waiting with wet hair." I say, offering the man a smile as I took his hand, shaking it. "You look wonderful, by the way!" Suga says, gesturing towards my outfit. "Thank you! My friend dressed me up. I hope it doesn't become a habit." I laugh, getting a laugh out of him too. "I mean, if you looked this great every time I saw you, I wouldn't be complaining." Suga says, giving me a playful wink as my cheeks start burning. "Well, I'll make sure to ask Misaki for advice on our date." I say, wondering lightly if they had planned outfits for that too. "Well, I can't wait to take you out!" Suga says, making me feel excited for our date. "Please take good care of me, Suga-Senpai!" I say, giving him a big smile.

"Wow, you're really cute when you smile." Suga says, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. My cheeks burn as I look into his eyes, seeing pools of kind and gentle care held within. "Thank you." I whisper, though he clears his throat, gently taking my hand. "Sorry if this is too forward, but may I kiss you?" He asks softly, making my face burn as I slowly nod. He squeezes my hand gently as he cups my chin with the other, pulling me towards him. I close my eyes, holding my breath as I wait- the kiss once again starts with a gentle, butterfly-like kiss, though Suga's hand travels from my chin to the back of my neck, gently pulling me to close the gap between our lips. The kiss is steady, but incredibly calming and warm, reassuring if anything. I slowly relax into it, my free hand unconsciously finding its way to Suga's chest, clutching onto his steady warmth and comfort. The kiss somehow reminded me of Suga, he was easy to be with, to talk to and be around. He slowly pulled away, keeping his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against mine. "I hope we both thoroughly enjoy our time together." Suga says, squeezing my hand gently.

"Me too, Suga-Senpai." I whisper, both of us sharing a shy smile before he pulls back, giving my forehead a kiss and walking out from the room. I slowly sit back in the chair, feeling strangely calm about the kiss. I grab the clipboard, beginning to write about the kiss as Aima slides in again. "How'd this one go?" She asks, drawing my attention. "You know, it was actually really calming? I mean, I can't really explain, but it just made everything okay." I mumble, sparing her a glance as she just hums. "Calming is good! Suga-kun seems like a really good person." Aima says, leaning on the back of my chair. "Did he say anything interesting?" Aima asks, though I just shrug. "He said 'I hope we both thoroughly enjoy our time together.' But, when he was asking if he could kiss me, it was kind of sudden? Like, before I knew it we were already there, kissing, not that it was bad." I say, itching the back of my neck and looking over at Aima. She slowly nodded along, though her eyes were on my review. "I see, he might end up being the dark horse then. I figured he'd be the kind to just be plain and simple." Aima says as I finish writing, giving her the paper which she takes, putting it in her binder.

"Is it getting easier?" Aima asks, giving my shoulders a good pat. "No, but I think I'm ready for the next person." I say, offering her a smile as she quickly fixes my look, skipping out the door. I let out a soft sigh, leaning back in the chair and taking a deep breath. "2 down." I whisper, sitting up when the door opens, the next guy walking in. "Oh wow, you're tall." I say, standing up as he walks over, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, but there's someone out there taller than me." He chuckles, stopping before me and looking me over. "You look nice." He says, offering me a kind smile as I laugh. "Thank you, my friend dressed me up." I say, returning his smile as he reaches out a hand. "May I?" He asks, confusing me though I just nod thinking he was going to kiss me. His hands settle in my hips gently, slowly encouraging me to spin which I do, my cheeks burning at the warm feeling of his hands in my hips. "I think anything would look great on you." Asahi compliments me as I settle back down, his hand sliding to my chin, tilting it so I face him. "I'm going to kiss you now." He whispers, my breath catching as he slowly leans down, our eyes closing as his lips grace mine.

There's no butterfly this time, just his warm lips pressing on mine. His mouth was bigger than mine, but he didn't hold back, he kissed me fully and deeply. He pulled away for a moment, letting out a warm breath that brushed over my lips. "He was right." Asahi mumbles to himself as I open my eyes, looking up at him curiously. He offers me a smile, ruffling my hair before he leaves, closing the door behind him. I slowly sat back down, confused as I remembered to document the kiss, grabbing the keyboard. It was definitely different then the last two, but it wasn't bad; maybe there'd be more kisses like it? Aima peeked her head in, gasping in horror as she dashed in. "Your hair! Oh my gosh, it's all tossed. What did he do, devour you?" Aima groaned, coming over and beginning to fuss with my hair. I couldn't help but laugh at her antics, shaking my head. "No, he ruffled it before he left. Wait, what do you mean devour?" I ask, furrowing my brows as I look up at her. "Oh, those are the kisses where they don't hold back at all, they go all out." Aima says, making me curious as I itch my cheek. "Maybe? He didn't hold back, but didn't go all out, I think?" I mumble, though Aima laughs at me.

"If you have to question it, he didn't devour you. You'll know it when you experience it." Aima says, winking at me before she finishes with my hair. She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. "It's as good as it's gonna get, but hey, now you look like you just rolled out of bed." She says as I hand her the paper I had finished. "Okay, you ready?" She asks, taking the paper and putting it in her binder. "Yeah, but I'm gonna open the window if that's alright." I say, standing up and setting the clipboard down. "Fine by me." Aima says, shrugging her shoulders and stepping out. I walk over to the window, opening it up just as a fresh breeze flows in. I lean out the window, taking a deep refreshing breath and enjoying the breeze. I close my eyes, listening to the sound of the leaves rustle, so peaceful in the wind's whisper. The door clicks, so I glance over my shoulder and see Noya standing there. "Hey Noya-kun, is your nose okay?" I ask, offering him a sweet smile as his cheeks turn red. "Yes! It's fine." He says, clearing his throat as I turn to face him, leaning against the window seal. "You're so beautiful." Noya whispers though I don't think he realized he said it out loud.

"Thank you." I say, feeling my cheeks burn as I brush a strand of hair behind my ear. Noya's face turns red as he drops down, curling in a ball and burying his head in his arms. He lets out a low groan, slowly sliding his head out of his arms, peeking up at me. His eyes slowly roam over me, making me tingle as I pull myself to sit on the window seal, offering him a shy smile. "Fuck it." Noya says, bouncing back up and storming over to me, surprising me as he's suddenly in front of me. He puts his hands on either side of me, leaning on the window seal as his lips crash into mine, making me gasp. I close my eyes, the force of his kiss knocking me off balance as I quickly wrap my hands around his neck for support, burying my hands in his hair. He lets out a low groan, his hand grabbing onto my hip as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft, his kiss deep and flowing, so sudden, but so exciting, my heart fluttering. He slid between my legs, standing taller as his free hand moved to my other hip, a heat seeming to explode between us. A soft moan escaped me, but as quick as this kiss started, Noya tore himself away from me, stumbling backwards.

"Fucking hell!" Noya cursed, covering his face before he turned and dashed out the door, leaving me shocked. I heard a loud yell a moment later, though Aima stepped in the door, closing it behind herself. "Girl, are you okay?" She laughs, pointing to my face as she bends over. "What just happened?" I ask, Aima laughing harder, slapping her knee. "Girl! You just got kissed! Write it down, I need to see this one!" She says, grabbing the clipboard and handing it to me. "It- it was so sudden! So explosive!" I say, covering my eyes, squeezing them shut. "What even?" I squeak, shaking my head before taking a deep breath, beginning to write. Outside the door, Noya was babbling to himself. "She was so fucking Beautiful, man, it was like being in a room with an angel! I just couldn't- it burns where she touched me man, is that normal?" He says, burying his hand in his hands, letting out a low groan. "Yeah, it burns where she touched me too." Suga says, placing a hand on his chest, where Kimiko had clung to him. "It was so hot, her little moan, she's just- She tasted so fucking sweet, was so soft." Noya whispers, falling silent as the three boys that had already passed stiffening.

"Her what?! What did you do, Noya?" Asahi asks, lifting Noya onto his feet as he takes a deep breath. "She's so beautiful man, I just couldn't hold back, I had to kiss her. She was sitting on the window seal- so I kissed her there. I moved too quickly, she lost her balance- she grabbed onto me, and- I ended up between her legs, and she moaned. I got out quick man, I had to! I didn't mean to, I swear!" Noya says, Daichi's face darkening as he pats Suga's shoulder. "I'm going to go check on Suzuki-chan, you make sure that Noya doesn't get hurt." Daichi mumbles, stepping into the room without another word. "Are you okay, Suzuki-chan?" Daichi asks, making me jump as I tossed my head back to look at him. "Mura-senpai? I'm fine, why are you here?" I ask, sparing a glance at Aima who shakes her head. "Noya told us what happened, I came to check on you." Daichi says, so I groan and cover my face. "I thought this was a 'kiss and don't tell' thing." I say, Daichi chuckling as he leaned against the wall. "He's just really flustered, it happens. I'm just glad he stopped in time." Daichi says, so I take a quick breath, peeking out from my hands at him.

"Stopped in time?" I ask, slowly letting my hands fall. "From the sound of it, he practically had to tear himself away from you." Daichi says, though I shake my head, handing Aima the clipboard with my completed review. She reads it over, raising an eyebrow at me. "Kimiko, are you sure this is all?" Aima asks, and I nod at her, more confused. "So is he disqualified?" Daichi asks, making me gasp. "Disqualified? Why?" I ask, looking between the two though Aima slowly shakes her head. "No, he's good. No french, no bite, touching to the minimum." Aima says, Daichi relaxing a bit before looking over at me, his eyes roaming over me. "Noya-kun just overreacted, was a bit too excited and forward. He did a great job stopping himself, in my opinion. When he came out yelling, I half expected to come in and find Kimiko half stripped." Aima says, making me fidget as Daichi's gaze on me suddenly became hot. "Um, Mura-Senpai, did you tell the boys something? Aima mentioned you were going to tell them to go easy on me." I ask, remembering that Asahi had mentioned something strange before leaving. Daichi shifts, dropping his gaze to the ground and clearing his throat.

"Yeah, I told them to be prepared and go easy on you. I also told them that your kiss was irresistible, that it would be hard to stop once they started." Daichi mumbles, itching the back of his neck as his cheeks tint pink. "Oh, is that how it is?" I ask, furrowing my brows and looking up at Daichi. He takes a slow deep breath, meeting my gaze and holding it. "Yeah. Yeah it is." Daichi mumbles, turning and stepping out the door without another word. Aima lets out a low whistle, looking between me and the door. "Damn girl, you're a natural. This just gets funner and funner." Aima says, a big grin spreading over her face as she puts the paper in her binder. "Maybe for you." I sigh, and she quickly preps me for the next boy. "Let's not be on the window this time, if that's alright." Aima says, winking at me as I slowly nod. "Oh yeah, Aima, you mentioned frenching and biting?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her as I head back to the chair. "Shh, don't worry about that this time around. I'll explain after we're done here." Aima says, giving me the clipboard before patting my shoulders. "Are you ready?" She asks, looking me in the eyes, making me smile as I realized she was concerned.

"I'm fine, Aima. You can send the next boy in whenever you please." I say, and she offers me a smile before leaving the room. I take a deep breath, giving myself a thorough shake to help with my jitters. "Heck yeah! My turn, are you ready for this Suzuki-chan? I'll put the others to shame!" Ryu says as he practically crashes through the door, grinning widely at me and making me laugh. "Well aren't you enthusiastic, Tana-kun?" I ask, smiling over at him as he strides over to me, taking my hands and lifting me up. "Of course! It's not everyday you get to kiss a girl!" Ryu says, tossing the clipboard onto the chair. "It's not everyday you kiss a bunch of different guys." I sigh, brushing a strand of hair behind my air. "I feel ya, but at the same time, I'm glad I get to kiss you, Suzuki-chan!" Ryu says, making my cheeks burn as he grins down at me. He squeezes my hands before letting go, cupping my face in his hands as he gently strokes my cheeks. "I'm going to kiss you, now." He says calmly, so I let my eyes close, waiting for his kiss. What kind would it be? Soft, hard? Slow, fast? His lips captured mine, warm, starting soft, though he slightly pulled away.

I was surprised when he kissed me again, repeating the action, giving me multiple little sweet kisses. He finished off with a slow, deep kiss, chuckling as he fully pulled away. I blinked my eyes open, seeing him grin down at me as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Amazing, right? I can't wait for the next round!" Ryu says, heading out, whistling an upbeat tune. I take the clipboard, sitting down and staring at the paper. "Oh no, what happened?" Aima says, making me jump as I didn't realize she entered. "He- he kissed me a lot of times. I don't know which one to put down? I mean, they were all kind of the same, except the last kiss?" I say, reaching up and itching behind my ear. "Then write down that he kissed you multiple times, explain those kisses, then the last kiss! It's just how some people kiss, I didn't expect you to be dumbfounded by it." Aima laughs, so I slowly begin to write down the experience. "Well, everyone so far has only kissed me once! I mean, it's weird, I didn't realize during the rounds someone can do multiple kisses. I mean, yeah, retakes, but like, multiple in one?" I say, Aima getting to work on prettying me up.

"Don't think about it too much, I'd consider it just one kiss, and so far it's only Tana-kun who does it, right?" Aima says, so I slowly nod and get to work on finishing the review. Once I'm done, I give it to Aima and she puts it in her binder. "Alright, you're almost done! You're done with your Senpai and peers, now it's your Kohai! You ready?" Aima asks, patting my shoulders. "Um, yeah." I say, going to brush my hair behind my hair though she smacks my hand. "No wonder I've had to fix it everytime! Quit that, you're ruining the look!" Aima scolds, making me laugh as she glares at me playfully. "I'm sorry, nervous habit." I admit, twining my fingers in my lap. "You're doing just fine, Kimiko! I promise, you got this in the bag!" Aima says, though I give her a smile. "I think I'm getting the hang of it." I say, not really meaning it since each kiss so far has been different in their own way. The next boy steps in and I sit up, smiling at him. "Hey Yama-Kun!" I say, trying to get a hold of myself as he rubs the back of his neck. "Hey, Suzuki-chan." He mumbles, walking over and standing right before me. "Let's get this over with." He says, leaning down, his hands grabbing the back of the chair.

"Eh?" I ask, looking up at him though his lips catch mine, surprising me as it was the quickest anyone had kissed me, let alone still sitting on the chair. I let my eyes fall closed, tilting my head slightly as he deepens the kiss. It was steady, but not warm like the others- in fact this one felt cold and demanding. He clicked his tongue, pulling away and turning around, though I see his cheeks were tinted pink. He storms out the door without another word, leaving me surprised, almost like I had whiplash. "Oh, okay then?" I mumble, beginning to write down my review as Aima comes in giggling. "What's so funny?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. "That one was fast." She chirps, and I nod, itching my cheek. "Tell me about it, it was definitely different." I admit, finishing my report and giving it to her. She takes it, barely reading over before she just giggles. "Oh my gosh, wow, that's disappointing." Aima says, though I shake my head. "Not really, I mean, could just be me, but I'm actually relieved." I admit, itching the back of my neck. "I mean honestly, I think he's just used to something different? Maybe he's used to more in a kiss?" I say, Aima's eyes widening as she lets out a laugh.

"He's a frencher! Oh my gosh, I'm surprised you picked up on that! That's gonna be so fun!" Aima laughs loudly, clapping her hands and beginning to bounce in her spot. "Okay, okay! You look fine, so, you think you're ready for the next guy?" Aima asks, and I just nod, watching as she puts the paper and binder, writing a small note to herself. "Okay! I'll send them in, just two more! You got this!" Aima says, dashing out the door with a big smile on her face. I take a deep breath, feeling a bit more relaxed now that it is almost over. I had managed to get through, and Aima wasn't complaining about my reviews, so that was a big plus. The door opened and Shoyo walked in, seeming stiff with his cheeks beet red. "Are you okay Hina-kun?" I ask, standing up as he seems to jump out of his skin. "Oh! Yes, I'm fine, just nervous." Shoyo says, resting his hands on his stomach. "It's okay, I'm nervous too. Please, take a seat, take deep breaths." I say, offering him my chair. He gladly takes me up, sitting down on the chair as I slide behind him. I gently began to massage his shoulders, though he tensed. "It's okay Hina-kun, just relax and breathe." I say softly as he takes a few deep breaths.

He slowly relaxed, leaning into my touch as his eyes closed, a faint smile growing in his face. "That feels really good." Shoyo says, making me smile as I lean down, working on a knot he had built in his shoulder. "Yeah, I learned after my mom started taking extra hours, so I could give her massages." I whisper, Shoyo seeming to jump, his eyes darting open as he turns to look at me. "Y-You're so close!" Shoyo squeaked, making me smile, he was cute when he was shy. "Do you want me to back off?" I ask, lifting my hands to pull away though he grabs them. "Oh! No, it's fine, it just surprised me." Shoyo says, his cheeks once again turning pink. "Um, can I kiss you now? I think I'm ready." He says, making me laugh as I smiled at him. "Glad to know I'm not the only shy one, but yes, you can." I say, so he gently pulls me around, pulling me down by my hands. I close my eyes, his hand sliding to cup the back of my neck, guiding me down until our lips gently touch. I tilt my head slightly, letting him guide me as he pulls me in deeper, a soft groan escaping him. His hand slides into my hair, making it tingle as he pulls me deeper again. I moan softly, reaching to the chair for support.

My hands landed on Shoyo's legs, seeming to make him jump as he pulled away from the kiss, though I quickly pulled my hands away. "Oh, sorry, I was trying to lean on the chair." I say, opening my eyes as my cheeks feel like they're on fire. "I-it's okay!" Shoyo chokes out, his face beet red as his hands dart to cover his crotch. "Um, I'm going now!" He squeaks, scrambling off the chair and running out the door. "Oh, okay?" I say, sitting down and picking the clipboard, beginning to write down the experience. It was peculiar for sure, having someone guide me rather than kissing me and taking control. Not exactly a bad thing though, in my opinion. "You gave him a boner! God, he just ran off!" Aima laughs hysterically as she steps in, though I raise an eyebrow at her. "A boner? What's that?" I ask, Aima sputtering before slapping a hand on her face, dragging it down. "Okay, we need to have a long ass girl talk." Aima laughs, shaking her head as I hand her the paper. She glances over it, her smile growing before she slides it in her binder. "Last one, then we're having a talk. Are you ready?" She says, fixing me up real quick and I just nod, taking a deep breath.

She steps back out and I wait patiently, fiddling with my fingers. "Ready to be over and done with?" Someone asks, making me jump as I look up to see the tallest boy of them all. "Holy cow, you're tall!" I gasp, standing up and walking over to him, comparing my height to him. "Wow! You're a whole head taller than me!" I laugh, smiling up at him though he just grunts, avoiding my gaze. "I'm sorry you had to wait so long, it must've been a bother. If you'd like, I can ask Aima to do a rotation of sorts, maybe tallest to shortest, or just a shuffle." I say, though his eyes fall on me once again. "No, I don't mind waiting." He says, making me smile though I shake my head. "Well, I'd hate for you to get bored waiting all the time." I say, though he just pointed to his headphones on his neck. "I have these to keep me company. I really don't mind." He says, though I tilt my head and look up at him. "Those are nice! Were you listening to music out there?" I ask, and he just nods, reaching up and adjusting them. "If you don't mind, can I listen to the song?" I ask, and his eyes widen before he just nods, pulling the headphones off and gently setting them on my head, adjusting them till they're snug.

He pulls out his phone, replaying the song which I instantly recognize. "Ohh! I know this one!" I laugh, reaching my leg back and kicking the chair out of the way. I take a few steps back, singing and dancing to 'mad at disney'. I felt good dancing again, even though it had only been a day. The dance helped me quickly relax, enjoying myself through my simple dance. I was glad I got to enjoy it, plus Kei's headphones were really good quality, and fit perfectly snug on my head, not budging with my movements. I finish the dance, laughing as I gently take them off my head, handing them back to him. "Sorry I suddenly started dancing, but I love that song! Your headphones are really nice though, where did you buy them?" I ask as he takes them back, sliding them back on my neck. "I got them online, I can send you the link later." He says, so I smile widely at him. "Thank you! I appreciate it!" I say, and he points to his headphones. "You know this song? I mean, you even had a dance for it, it's not like the other dances you do." He asks, and I can't help but giggle. "Aima and Misaki are a bad influence, but you'd be surprised what I can do." I say, showing off a couple other dance moves.

"Regarding the song, I pride myself on having a big library to dance to." I admit, settling back down and quitting dancing. "You sing too?" He asks, and I itch the back of my neck. "Yeah, never really make my own songs, and I'm not good enough to go big." I say, though he just shrugs. "I thought it was really nice." He says, making me blush as I brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "Thank you, maybe I can sing for you sometimes." I say, offering him a smile which he finally returns his own smile. "I'd like that." He says, and I smile wider at him. "You have a really nice smile." I say, walking back over to him, though he doesn't say anything, instead he reaches for me, pulling me into his arms. I gasp, looking up at him as he slowly leans down, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my lips. I let my own eyes fall shut- a song (Sofia b Clairo) played on his headphones, getting closer, louder as he inched down. I relaxed into his arms, his lips softly touching mine, easing into a gentle kiss. I lay my hands on his chest, leaning against him as he tilted his head, pulling me closer so the kiss deepened. I slid onto my toes, pressing myself against him as he let out a soft groan.

His hand slid into my hair, holding me steady as he barely pulled away, tilting his head in the other direction and kissing me again. My skull tingled as his hand gripped onto my hair, a small moan escaping me. Kei chuckled, pulling away from the kiss and leaving me panting for air. "Found it." He said, grinning at me before turning, leaving me alone and confused. I covered my face, taking a deep breath to gather myself before walking over to the chair, grabbing the clipboard and collapsing onto the chair, shaking my head as I wrote down the experience. Aima came in, giggling softly as she shut the door behind her. "Girl, you look thoroughly kissed." She said, though I just rolled my eyes at her. "I did just have 8 different guys kiss me." I say, raising an eyebrow at her though she laughs. "And I've seen you after each one, but look at you, you're flushed and your hair is messed up. Tsuki-kun was grinning like he had won walking out! I can't wait to see how this one went." She says, coming over and beginning to fix my hair. "Tsuki-kun let me listen to a song through his headphones, and I danced to it." I admit and Aima clicks her tongue in disappointment.

"And here I thought you had found a winner, but it's just a dance." Aima says as I finish writing my review, giving it to her. She reads over it, a grin spreading over her face before she puts it in her binder. "But not down for the count! Tsuki-kun found something huh? I can't wait to see how this plays out." Aima giggles, walking over to the door and opening it. "You can come in now." She says, stepping out the way as Daichi walks in, smiling at me. "So, how was it?" He asks, and I just sigh and bury my face in my hands. "It was something, alright. I can't believe I agreed to this." I say, though Aima just laughs, pulling over two chairs and gesturing for Daichi to sit. "Well, you're in for the ride now. Next round is the date kisses, but there's a problem." Aima says, both of them sitting down as I raise a brow at them. "Problem? Did I do something wrong?" I ask, sitting up straighter. "Oh no, you did perfect, better than perfect. It's more of a problem with our team's efforts, or lack thereof, when it comes to their grades. You see, we want to go to a training camp this summer, but with final exams coming up… There are some slackers." Daichi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, so we're going to have to delay the contest until the end of the exam period?" I ask, Daichi nodding as I relax. "If I can help, I'm actually ahead in my classes. Perhaps I can help by tutoring the members? I'd hate to see them miss out on the fun." I offer, Daichi kindly smiles at me. "That'd be great! I'll keep that in mind, as a last resort, because I actually have a favor to ask of you. You see, we actually want to use you as a sort of motivation for the team members, and by that I mean we want you to join us on our training camp this summer, as a cheerleader of sorts." Daichi says, twining his fingers in his lap. "Wait, can I even do that? I mean, how could you possibly manage that?" I ask, though Aima clears her throat. "For the record, Misaki and I already agreed to go, so it wouldn't just be you. It'd be easy to file a joint field trip, in fact I already have the papers in order, we just need you to agree." Aima says, smiling at me as I slowly nod. "I can pull a few strings, the boys being inconsolable over their grades will help with convincing the coach and teacher, and they can try to pull strings with the training camp coordinators." Daichi says, itching his chin as he sighs.

"There's no guarantee it'll work out. If we can't do it, there's no real harm, we'll just be hard pressed for time to do the dates." Daichi says, and I slowly lean back, debating it over in my head. "They're gonna be playing in a huge gym! If we can, we can practice dancing, maybe even bust out some of the fancy things! I mean, it's going to be fun!" Aima says, her eyes twinkling as I think about how nice it would be to practice in a wide open area. "Even if you don't manage to get in, we could also scrape together some money and possibly get you a hotel for the stay." Daichi says, making me sigh softly. "And where is this training camp?" I ask, Daichi dropping his head to look at his hands. "It's in tokyo." He mumbles, though a smile spreads over my face. "I'll go! I mean, I'll need to check with my mom, but I'd like to!" I say, clapping my hands excitedly as Daichi looks at me, surprised. "You will?" He asks, his brows furrowing. "Well, if we can manage to get the coordinators to accept us as 'cheerleaders', but I'd rather not have you guys pay out of pocket." I admit as Daichi's face spread into a smile. "Deal." He chuckles, taking my hand and shaking it.

"Okay! To the finer details then! If we manage to get in, we're going to actually be cheerleaders, which means we're going to be dancing provocatively in front of a bunch of high school boys. We'll need to practice all of our dances, no breaks, while maintaining our grades! It'll be showtime, live performance, lights, camera, and action!" Aima says excitedly, giving me a form to sign as I smile at her enthusiasm. "No duh, all work no play." I laugh, looking over the paper before signing, seeing that I had to get my mom to sign too. "I mean, Misaki will be all over her boyfriend. I am going to be hunting down a fine volleying gentleman to soothe my lonely soul." Aima says dramatically, making me laugh and shake my head at her antics. "You better dress nicely then, but also appropriately." I say, raising an eyebrow at her as she slaps her hands over her mouth, gasping. "Shopping trip! We are so getting you some lingerie." Aima cackles, making me blush as Daichi chokes. "Aima! Who the heck is even going to pay for that?" I ask, though she just smiles. "I got money, oh yeah, I got plenty of money to spoil you!" She laughs, winking at me.

"Especially if it's a wardrobe investment for you." She says, clapping her hands excitedly as I sigh. "Fine, but it all has to be stuff I can wear on a daily basis." I mumble, Daichi's cheeks turning red as he quickly covers them. "One kinkfit!" Aima says, lifting a finger up as I raise an eyebrow at her. "The fuck is a kinkfit?" I ask, and Aima just smiles mischievously at me. "Just agree, Kimiko, I'm not going to force you to wear it. You'll just have it stored in the back of your closet, waiting for a lucky guy." Aima sighs, and I groan, waving my hand exaggeratedly and rolling my eyes. "Fine. One 'kinkfit'." I say, Daichi bolting up and pointing to the door. "I better go catch up to the boys and tell them the news, so, uh, you do that, and I'll text you if we need your help with the studies." Daichi says, his voice rough as he steps towards the door. "Hey, Daichi-kun." Aima says in an all too familiar teasing voice. "Yes?" He asks, clearing his throat. "Red or black?" She giggles, winking at Daichi as his jaw drops, his face turning red. "Black?" She asks, her face curling in a knowing grin. "Gotta go!" Daichi says, turning without another word and leaving. "Black!" Aima calls after him, laughing.

"I can't believe you, Aima." I groan in pain, lugging multiple bags on my arms as she walks me home, seeming pleased with herself though she whips her head to glare at me. "Girl, I still haven't forgiven you for not letting me get you that kinkfit." Aima says, pouting as she faces forward. "You. Bought. Three! We only agreed on one! Misaki and I managed to convince you out of one, solely because it was the same as another, just different colors." I groan, rolling my eyes at her as she continues pouting. "Yeah, but it was on my dime. It wouldn't hurt." Aima grumbles, though I just roll my eyes. "Yeah, exactly, you don't need to buy something for me that I won't even wear!" I say as we climb the stairs to my apartment. "You just wait, Kimiko, there will come a time you go to search for the perfect kinkfit, and you'll remember that beautiful peace you rejected." Aima says menacingly, and I can't help but laugh at her as I unlock the door. "I'll just suffer with my three choices and pick the same design- in black." I say solemnly, sparing her a grin before I step inside the room. She grumbles, sliding past me as I hold the door for her, letting it close behind us.

"I'm home, I brought Aima with me!" I call, heading to my room to put my things up. "Welcome home, sweetie!" My mom calls from the kitchen, making me gasp as I drop my bags. "Mom! You're actually home!" I say, shaking the one spare bag from my arm and dashing to give her a hug. "I missed you!" I say, squeezing her tight as she laughs and pats my shoulder. "I missed you too sweetie, I saw your text saying you wanted to discuss something?" She asks, reminding me as I glance over at Aima, who was moving the bags to my room. "Oh yeah! I've been helping Aima work on a project with the volleyball team at our school, and I wanted to know if it was alright if I go to a training camp with them this summer!" I say, my mom pursing her lips and humming. "A volleyball training camp you say? That doesn't really work out with your dance club." My mom says, raising an eyebrow. "Well yeah, but if things work out, we'll be acting as cheerleaders for them! It's exciting, they're going to be in a really big gym, we might be able to use some of the fancy club equipment!" I say, bouncing my hands side to side like I was using pompoms, smiling widely at her.

"That sounds like a lot of fun, sweety! Are you okay with going? Where is it going to be?" She asks, so I run and get the paperwork. "Yeah! It's going to be in Tokyo! I might get to visit Kozu-kun, and Misaki and Aima are going to be there too, and two other girls from the volleyball club!" I say, smiling as I bring her the paper to read over. "And if I need to get a hold of you?" She says, raising an eyebrow as she looks over the paper. You can call Aima, Misaki, the club managers, the coach, the teacher, the supervisor or I! I got all their numbers and dates written down and posted on the fridge. I also sent you a picture, just in case." I chirp, smiling as she reaches out and ruffles my hair. "Well aren't you excited? How many boys are going?" My mom asks, making my cheeks burn. "Well, it's the boys volleyball teams, and there's going to be multiple school teams going, so I don't know the exact number." I admit, my mom giggling as she takes a pen and signs the paperwork. "Okay sweetie, be safe and have fun okay? If you manage to use the fancy ribbons, take a video for your brother! You know he loves watching you on those." My mom says, handing me the paperwork as I smile.

"Of course! Thank you mom, I love you!" I say, taking the paperwork and giving her another hug before heading back to my room to put my new clothes away. "Oh and Kimiko?" My mother calls, making me pause as I turn to look at her. "Yeah? What's up mom?" I ask, watching as she gives me a smile. "Remember to have safe sex, I know you have birth control, but wear protection in case they might have STDs." My mom says, making my jaw drop as she grins at me. "Mom!" I squeak, my face burning as she giggles. "I was your age once too, sweetie. Your lingerie fell out of the bag when you dropped it." My mom chirps, going back to what she was doing. "Aima bought it! She wouldn't let me leave without it!" I groan, my mom laughing as she grins at me. "I like Aima's tastes. I would've gotten more red though." My mom says, though Aima suddenly appears at my bedroom door. "See! I told you, you should've let me get you that red one!" Aima says, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "We have the exact same thing in black!" I sigh in exasperation, rolling my eyes. "Whatever, I'm going back for it, your mom convinced me." Aima says, crossing her arms.

"You see what you did mom!" I laugh, shaking my head as my mom lets out her own laugh. "Oh, and Suzuki-San, the boys of our volleyball team, at least the interesting ones, are tested and clean." Aima chirps, making me groan as I run a hand down my face. "Good to know. Have LOTS of fun sweetie!" My mom says, winking at me as I just give up, throwing my hands in the air and going to my room. "I'll buy you some condoms!" My mom chimes, making Aima laugh hysterically as I just begin unpacking my things. "Don't worry Suzuki-San, the boys will have some. But, uh, I wouldn't mind taking you up on that offer, I got the money, you just buy it. A lot, just in case. In different sizes." Aima says, and at that point I just turn and glare at her. "What! It's for me!" She says, raising her hands in her face. I ease up on my glare, turning back to putting my clothes away, carefully taking off the tags; I'd hate to ruin the lace. "And just in case there's a cute guy you like." Aima tacks on finally, and I just let out a long tired sigh. "Okay okay Aima, let's leave the girl be and go buy you guys some protection." My mom laughs, and I hear the jingle of her keys before the two leave me alone.