A/N: Heartthrob, bishie, and perfect boyfriend material Tatsuya~ Wheeeeeee-- //shot.

I guess I should apologize if he turned OOC and if this one shot is filled with cliches. =v= I just wanted to write about a jealous guy because let's face it, jealous guys are adorable! *flails arms*

Title is Murasakibara-ish. Hahaha. (I was craving for ice cream when I thought up of the idea. XD)

Oh, yeah. This is the first time I wrote a one shot featuring both sides. *You'll see what I mean* Do tell me what you think. XD It was fun writing this way and if it turned out fine, I might write in this format again in the future~

Comments are <3. Hahahaha XD

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 He was pissed.

 The poker-faced Himuro Tatsuya was pissed because of you.

 He watched you as you talked to the purple-haired giant with a smile, waving your hands animatedly.  The tower-like Murasakibara talked more than he usually did as he munched on his melon bread, and his lazy gaze held more emotion than usual. He was aware you were one of the girls his lazy sweets-eating could get along with, and for some reason, he didn't like it. Though the only conversation topic the two of you could actually agree on was sweets and junk food, that wasn't enough to keep him from getting annoyed. There were times when he actually heard the two of you talk about some other subjects other than food.

Sure, he might have left your little confession for him unanswered for days, but deep inside his mind, he knew you should be loyal to only him. Confessing meant that your heart belonged to him. So why were you being so friendly with his friend?! It didn't make any sense. Unless... he shook the thought out of his head. You couldn't possibly fall for Murasakibara instead; he knew he was definitely more boyfriend-material than the purple-haired glutton.

He finished arranging his things and slung his sports bag over his shoulder, his eyes still locked on the scene of you and his friend talking all-smiles in front of the basketball court's entrance. He was about to trudge towards the two of you with a small indifferent smile on his face and maybe keep you from getting closer to him until Murasakibara bent over towards you and placed his melon bread in front of you to let you take a bite into it too.

Oh no, you don't.

***

You were about to take a bite into your friend's sweet and delicious-looking melon bread (which he already bit into, but you didn't mind) when your hand was caught in a masculine hand's grasp and you were suddenly towed away from the tall purple-haired dude. With a puzzled but lazy expression on his face, he only watched you be pulled away.

You looked at the hand's owner and saw him slightly facing you and Murasakibara, his black hair covering one of his captivating eyes. To your surprise and your heart's excitement, it was him, the person you confessed to days ago (who, apparently, wasn't able to give a proper reply yet but you were completely fine with waiting for it). He was slightly smiling, but it seemed forced; his eyebrows were obviously trying their best not to furrow. He even grabbed your hand all of a sudden and forcefully pulled you away. You rarely saw him in this state, and it intrigued you to the reason why he was acting this way. He was usually calm, cool, and collected. Expressionless, even.

"We're going ahead and getting some ice cream, Murasakibara. See you tomorrow!" he said nonchalantly before quickly pulling you away from the school premises and not letting the other male reply. The mention of 'ice cream' dispelled your worries and made you immediately excited with your and the person you like's unscheduled date. It was just the two of you, so that'll make it a date, right?

The two of you stopped in front of a nearby convenience store; he didn't speak for the whole time the two of you were on the way. You also didn't get to say anything; the surprise of him holding your hand and your heart's loud thumping already set your mind in chaos to even think of suitable conversation topic for the situation.

"Wait here," he muttered before letting go of your hand and going into the store alone, much to your dismay. You wanted to hold his hand a little longer; you liked the feeling and the warmth of his slightly larger hand in yours. Though it set your heart racing, you also liked the feeling of being closer to him than usual.

With a sigh, you sat down on the wooden bench in front of the store to wait for him and think of a possible reason why he was acting in such a strange and different way.

***

As he was just remembering what just happened, he realized he didn't get himself.

It was rare that he'd get pissed and let his emotions take over his actions. The last time he got so annoyed as he was earlier was when his red-haired childhood friend didn't play seriously during a street basketball game against him, and that was ages ago. Come to think of it, he was unnecessarily angered that time because it was Taiga, his brother-like figure and close friend.

Comparing what happened years ago to what happened earlier, the situations were entirely different. Even the kind of his annoyance was different. It actually felt as if an important possession of his was being snatched away, and he knew he had every right to show that it was his. Heck, he even wanted to punch his friend for being so close to you, a person who expressed her love and admiration to him. What irked him more was that you seemed perfectly fine to get Murasakibara's indirect kiss through that piece of bread when you should be aiming for Tatsuya's.

Wait, was he just feeling possessive over you? The two of you weren't even going out! Could it be that---

"Excuse me, sir, it's your turn." The cashier's voice snapped him out of his reverie. He found himself sporting a slight frown, which quickly disappeared when he realized it.

"Ah... sorry." He nodded apologetically then placed the ice-cold treats he was about to buy on the counter. The employee took the articles and placed them into a small white plastic bag after pressing a few buttons on his cash register. As the receipt came out of the machine, Tatsuya took out the exact amount from his wallet and paid the cashier. He took the plastic bag and went out of the store to find you sitting quietly on the wooden seat.

He patted your shoulder to call your attention. He handed you the iced popsicle of your favorite flavor --- he was paying enough attention to you to learn about something as basic as your favorite flavors and sweets. You took the ice cream. Upon looking at your face, a sense of confusion went through his body but he easily masked it with his emotionless facade most girls found utterly attractive.

On your face was an extremely goofy grin as you looked up to him with eyes gleaming with amusement. He tilted his head a little as if to ask what was up with you. You only ripped off the ice cream's wrapper and licked the tip of the popsicle. Your Cheshire Cat grin conveyed him the message that something was definitely up.

"Himuro-kun... Could it be that you were jealous?" you finally asked which made him flinch, his heart skip a beat, and his eyes widen with surprise. You just voiced out and completed his inner thought.

***

Judging his reaction, you were sure you hit the bull's eye. It was the only logical reason you could come up with, and that made you as giddy as ever --- it was a sign that he also liked you the way you did. Why else would he pull you away while you were being so friendly with some other guy?

He flicked your forehead and averted his gaze, his cheeks tinting in an adorable shade of pink that just made you want to attack him with hugs and kisses. "Don't be delusional. I just felt like going with you today..." He sat beside you as he took his ice cream, still not meeting your eyes, opened the wrapper, and bit into it. "Just be a good girl and thank me for the treat. It's melting," he said, his voice laced with friendliness.

It was hard not to laugh at him. He was being one heck of an adorable tsundere!

Shrugging, you complied anyway. "Then thank you~ You even got my favorite flavor." You saw him nod at the corner of your eye. With that, you continued licking and occasionally biting into your popsicle.

After a while, you noticed him move closer that you could feel the skin of his arm against yours which sent tingles through your arm and smell his weirdly pleasant and addicting scent of his perfume mixed a little of his sweat. You looked up and him in curiosity and saw him also looking at you with his gray eyes, one of which hidden with his jet black bangs. Your heart did a perfect somersault.

"Here." In front of you was his half-eaten sea salt ice cream. "Taste it. It tastes unusually good." He was smiling a little, and you swear you could look at his charming smile all day long.

You nodded with a grin. It was good to know that he was fine sharing his food with you. Though you've already tasted the flavor, you still followed and licked it to not to disappoint, his cold ice cream making contact with your tongue and your lips and its salty but sweet taste engulfing your taste buds. It tasted just like the others of its kind, but you could understand why it fascinated him. Being a returnee from the states, it might've been the first time he got to eat its kind.

"It's good~" You beamed at him with a nod then continued eating yours a little silently.

"...how naive..." you heard him mumble. 

"What's that?" You turned your head to ask him, and suddenly found his face just an inch away from yours. You felt your cheeks grow warm and your chest throb, but you didn't find the strength to move away and break the gaze the two of you shared. 

"That was just an indirect kiss, ________." His face remained as stoic as ever and his voice remained nonchalant despite his statement. "I guess I just have to go for a direct one."

With that, his soft lips were suddenly on your ice cream-covered ones and one his hands found its way around your waist and the other was at the back of your head, both making efforts to pull you closer to his body. For the first few seconds, you were stiff with shock. You even dropped your beloved ice cream to the ground. However, you soon found it in you to respond to his lips and move in perfect harmony with them, your hand running through his silky hair and pulling him closer. You felt him smile when you responded and so he kissed you with more passion than before.

Your first kiss tasted like sea salt ice cream, and it was with Himuro Tatsuya, a darn good kisser.

The two of you only pulled away for air. When you realized what happened, your cheeks were suddenly on fire, and they were probably cherry red by then. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, especially with your current appearance and your heart going wild.

He released a loud breath. "Tomorrow. 4 pm. Meet me in the station square."

Forgetting your concerns, you looked at him with a confused expression. "W-What…? Why?"

Oh. My. Glob. 

His lips were curled up into freaking heart-melting smirk; his overall expression even made it seem like he was seducing you. He ran his fingers through his hair, revealing his other eye that was always hidden by his bangs. "I like you, and we are officially going out."