HE CHASED YOU

Sorta mature

It was becoming a common occurrence for Hanamiya to wait for you at random times when he happened to know your location in school. He simply leaned against the wall outside your class when the siren rang for lunch and he found you when you managed to escape him to the schools rooftop that was prohibited to students.

He glared at the people who spoke to you; especially some of the troublesome boys who got a bit too close but he seemed to forget that girls weren't a problem to you either when you had been flirting with one of Mizumi's close friends in between classes.

Lucky for you, Hanamiya was in class and no one was in the hall when you saw the cute and shy girl but unlucky for you, Hanamiya had been in a class across the yard and he had a clear visual of you through the window. You didn't see him but, oh, he saw you. He glared at you for making him feel this way and he glared at the girl for blushing and looking down pathetically and he glared at you again for looking at the girl like she was a delectable treat you were five seconds from devouring - you wished.

She was all too shy and unable to form a simple yes or no to your question as to if she wanted to escape somewhere more private so you could be a bit more hands-on and so you let her go begrudgingly and as you had been feeling two holes being burned into your head the entire time, you turned toward the location it came from and noticed him.

His dark, shoulder-length tresses had shifted to cover his dark eyes that were hard on you. He looked at you and you could practically hear his deep and attractive voice patronising you like you were a tiny bug and he was a giant dark haired jaguar about to tear you to shreds - you (mentally) wished.

You were hesitant to leave class after that siren rang and it was lunch. You were almost convinced you could stay in the class alone without heading to the vending machine like you normally did and the rumbling in your stomach wasn't too excessive so what harm was skipping today going to do?

You had looked up to see the students leaving your class to meet with their friends when you stopped a boy, he glanced back at you with an obvious stiffness in his shoulders and you almost smirked, you could feel the twitch of your lips but you restrained it, "Is that basketball captain there?"

The boy, along with practically everyone in the school, knew you were speaking about without even having to utter his disgusting name. He was the 'bad boy,' the boy was infamous for his dirty plays in basketball competitions and you honestly thought it was miserably inadequate of him to win using such underhanded tactics.

He heard about it when he managed to trick you when the boy said he wasn't there when he really was, Hanamiya glared at the poor boy with a devilish smile that had chills running down his spine and then he turned to you with a paled face full of delicious fear and apprehension.

He didn't have to speak or he didn't have the power to when he was scared out of his wits and you sighed in response, walking out of the class to bypass him as he leaned against the wall casually. What a bad boy, you'd told him and he looked as if you had congratulated him on winning a trophy.

"I don't care about winning." He merely shrugged and looked at your face nonchalantly when you leaned down to grab some food from the vending machine. To his slight surprise, you put in more money after grabbing your own food and got some out for him too.

He didn't say anything and continued when you looked at him with a bored look, "I just want to take people who think they're good and crush them. It's fun."

Perhaps he was completely unintentionally opening a door that shouldn't be opened in your mind but his words brought another strike of excitement through you.

'... think they're good... crush them.'

'..it's fun.'

"Perhaps I'll do it to you, too?" He asked like it was a question but knew he already knew the answer and you'd be damned if you actually answered such a vulgar question. Yes, it did make you think things and yes, you were maybe, sort of considering it if only you were both in a different location - like a bed perhaps but the thought of stripping yourself of your own authority and arrogant behaviours just so he could fill you with something else entirely was a little off-putting because you had to be the one in control.

You loved the feeling of looking down on others and so why did this stupid boy decide he could do it to you? To make you realise that you liked having him look down on you? To force something out of you that you had no idea even existed- it all sounded ridiculous but when he looked at you like that, like you were a rare collectable, it was as if your self-worth had been flushed down the toilet when you shocked him by taking initiative.

He looked up at you now like you were a prize, something completely unattainable like a precious jewel and the way his voice vibrated on the skin of your neck paired with the way his large basketball hands tightened around your hips, it made you think it was totally okay to be looked at like a beautiful object as long as it was beneficial to the both of you.

So he had you and you had him; almost in the palm of your hands, and during that lunch he had been watching you like a lion watching a gazelle when you took action to finally lift your opposite leg around his waist and lift yourself onto his thighs as you straddled him like newly born lovers but that thought disgusted you.

His lips were almost on yours in a second when you turned away quickly and he noticed, growling against the smooth, warm skin of your jaw when he didn't hesitate to bite and suck on your skin, licking ferociously while you tugged at the hair on the back of his neck that only urged him on and he found - oh, he found your sweet spot, thriving off of the airy moans that escaped the lips he ultimately wanted to capture before you were backing off just like that.

It took him a drawled out five seconds to come to the realisation that you had placed two hands over his chest to push him off just as his hands threatened to venture down your spine and to your skirt-covered (a short skirt at that) behind.

In all honesty, you wouldn't mind if his hands did exactly as they pleased but you were one for teasing and your heart was still strong in regards of knowing where you stood on the food chain compared to him. You were higher, you were smarter (not literally considering his IQ ranged up to one hundred and sixty) and you always thought of yourself as better.

Just better, it was shallow and vain of you and it was the sole reason as of why you were hated amongst the students at Kirisaki Daiichi - besides the obvious fact that you were a self-gratifying home wrecker - but you didn't actually care at all because it was fun.

Maybe you were much more like Hanamiya than you would like to admit.

He knew this and he saw this coming; your unending need to confirm your stance against him and he had actually come to adore it, to adore this about you because everything you did excited him beyond anything else. It was almost as fun as crushing his opponents on a basketball court without the referee noticing.

He wanted this from you, he wanted to contain you but not tame you - taming you meant the end of you but he wanted to assure you a place in his heart because you had already completely filled his mind and he could tell by the way you stood, wobbling a little to recompose yourself and the way your cheeks turned pink and how flustered you appeared. He was getting there.

And he stood, without you miraculously noticing and he neared you until your chest touched his and he revelled in the contact as you looked up at him, appearing undisturbed though your wide eyes said something else, like you were still recovering.

"You're mine, you know that, don't you?"

The silence of the wind seemed to also take your breath away and you promptly kept your lips sealed closed when he stared down at them, you subconsciously licked your lips when his eyes returned back to your own after a pregnant pause, "If you refuse, then I'll crush you."

Holy moly, me oh my, this guy is a dick but he makes my heart go doki doki