HE GOT BORED

sexual activities implied

Months had passed and alas, nothing really changed in your relationship. But it wasn't like there was anyone to blame because you were inexperienced and Hanamiya was too, to a certain extent. He was all hands-on in a way that made you think it could make up for the 'communication' part in a relationship and it seemed like that wasn't needed between the two of you.

He was walking to school, late and bored when you approached him from behind with a cigarette hanging between your two lips. At the sight, however, Hanamiya rolled his eyes and looked forward when you entwined your hand in with his own.

He tried, well, sort of, and he squeezed your hand and it felt like he was trying to keep you there like it was a reminder that you were there beside him. Like, if he let go then you would disappear and he didn't know why but the thought wasn't as scary as it used to be.

At the time, maybe a few months ago when he mentally claimed that you not being by his side was 'scary' he'd tense up and wonder if you heard him before realising you couldn't read his thoughts. He always found himself staring at you, whether it be at lunch or even in class and he didn't get caught either - or he did but not from anyone who mattered - and whilst watching the way you wrote your notes or bit your lips, furrowing your brow at the shitty work the whole class was assigned, he thought how cute it was.

Seriously.

He used to think it was kind of endearing, the way you got frustrated and sometimes your stare found him like you were mentally begging for help and he only smiled back with a Cheshire smile because he actually loved that look on you.

He loved it.

Loved.

So he stared for as long as he pleased and he used to pick up on all your tiny mannerisms and the way you moved your legs when your skirt glided up your thigh innocently yet the sight of your thighs made his eyes grow darker when he thought about how they'd appear wrapped around his head as you lay on his bed huffing and moa- anyway, so, he stared.

He just looked at you, and in those months it was almost like the excitement had dulled down. Your mannerisms and your cheeky behaviour began to slowly but surely grow on him and not in a good way, the things that he claimed he adored, they were annoying and stupid to him. But your body, well that was a different story.

"-so then my mum starts screaming, right, just because I didn't take the chicken from the freezer even though I told her to piss off and- hey, are you listening?"

He remained quiet, staring at nothing when you had both been walking around the neighbourhood from school and even when your eyes stayed on him, noticing and appreciating every aspect of his resting bitch face, he still stayed unaware of what was happening around him. There was a small frown on his face, practically unnoticeable and you breathed in,

"... And then I took Mizumi to my room, ripped her clothes off and..." you stopped again because this time he was looking at you with that nonchalant face of his, "And?"

He said one word and it could barely count as it was only the starter of your one-sided conversation and he was the one to let you continue recalling a false story just to get his attention. You couldn't handle the space anymore though because it wasn't normal to speak of ones sexual rendezvous that they hadn't committed with their partner.

Why wasn't Hanamiya reacting like he had before, months ago when Mizumi attempted to win your affections and attention? Why hasn't he affirming your place in his life either? Was this apart of the 'communication' aspect of a relationship because if so, the thought was undeniably terrifying but you couldn't help believing the both of you were in a dire need of it.

"You.. don't care if I cheat?"

He looked away, walking his leisurely pace while you watched him in bewilderment like a child watching some odd creature at the zoo, "Why would I?"

You looked at him oddly, wondering what answer he would want to hear and debating whether you should say something with that in mind or to say something he didn't want to hear, something that might make the heavy atmosphere at least a little better.

"Well, I mean, I'm your girlfriend, right?"

"Well,~" he imitated your voice in a childish manner, his face contorting in irritation when his murky eyes narrowed on you in a frightful glare, "It's your choice. I don't give a shit."

"Is.. i-is this no-"

"Urgh just shut up, I'm leaving."

You didn't know why it surprised you initially and you didn't know how to retaliate when all you could really do was stare at his slouched, uncaring back as he walked away from you and you weren't sure if your eyes were deceiving you but it looked like he took the most relaxing sigh as he rounded the corner to escape your eyes boring into him.

He walked home that day reminiscing the days he could grab you and feel your smooth skin under his hands. He could now, of course, but now the thought of your lustful eyes staring into him made him feel weak, troubled and grossed out too - because of the way he'd react - but he was still a bit alleviated to know that despite being annoyed by your presence more and more as the days past, he could still make you feel could and you could do the same.

So, he got you. He brought you to his house, slammed the door of his bedroom with your body when his lips found yours as if they were connected by magnets and his teeth clashed with yours when you squeaked shortly in surprise because of the harshness.

The compatibility of your bodies together was astounding and the way the both of you could move in perfect synchronisation aided in the sexual hormones that released in his messy bedroom but he didn't say anything. He didn't say how gorgeous you looked when he had carried you, proceeding by throwing you onto the mattress and he didn't lay precious butterfly kisses over each and every crevice of your body before partaking in the main course when he ravaged you like a savage.

He took off your clothes without a moment for you to speak and when he heard you take an inhale, he shushed you buy either keeping your mouth busy or by kissing, sucking and biting the sweetest spots on your body when you only answered with a strangled moan.

This was it, this was what he craved and needed, the adrenaline and the sweat as you writhed and groaned under him, it was all so overbearingly addictive and when he placed you on top of him, he just wanted to do it more. Be satisfied more and be filled to the brim with pleasure so that both of you could leave each other again without anything to say because the 'make-up' sex (as he had mentally led you to believe it was) was always favourable and enjoyable.

It was a reassuring sign on your end while he only got off on the high your body gave him.

So every day at school, he ignored you... he kept ignoring you and you relearned to get used to his absence. His team mocked you, teasing murmurs and snickers were left in your wake when they looked at you pitifully and the only thing that made you stay calm and ignore them was the fact that Hanamiya never took part in it.

He didn't know what was going through your mind, or maybe he did cause he's so fucking smart but you never let him look into your eyes so he could finally confirm what he knew had already been done.

'you're going to show me what it's like to be needed and craved and in turn, I'll do the same because people in my life have always wronged me and if that happens again then your promise to crush me will only become a reality.'

And alas; due to your lack of anything to compare or learn from (because of your stubborn, bitchy personality) and due to the fact that you hadn't really known how you should go about this, you became even lower than the person you used to be. Ignoring everything, staying ignorant to all the people around you, it aided it granting Hanamiya's desires when you were crushed and he knew that he had done it, he had broken you.

How pathetic.

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