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“It seems that it’s your birthday today,” Kaguya said, nonchalantly, holding his school records in her hand.
“Is that so…” he took a quick glance at the date on his phone, and sure enough, it was September 9th.
Silence once again filled up the room, save for the occasional sounds of stationery as both of them tried to fulfill their duties for the day. Kaguya clicked her tongue.
“I’m almost offended you wouldn’t bother mentioning it to me”
Shirogane raised an eyebrow, looking her in the eye. It was a lot easier to do that now.
“Did you need any reason to know my birthday at all?”
“Not in a personal sense, but as the Vice President, I feel that I should be aware of the President’s date of birth, among other things. Emergencies hardly ever knock and come”
“Well, now you know” Shirogane shrugged, and went back to reading the forms.
“16th birthdays are usually quite the landmark”' Kaguya continued “In foreign countries, a person turning this age is met with huge festivities. And students here are finally introduced to society in their respective circles in balls and parties organized by their parents”
“Thank you for your advice, Shinomiya” he curtly bowed “In my next life if I’m born the son of a millionaire, I’ll be sure to hold a ball for my 16th birthday”
“This wasn’t supposed to be any dig against you” she reassured “I was just pointing out these pointless rituals people engage in around us”
“You don’t like birthday galas?” Shirogane asked, his interest piqued at the prospect that he was going to learn more about her.
“I consider them a very thorough waste of time. It’s just a farce for parents to mingle with other parents; and when the child turns older, a farce for parents to mingle with potential suitors to marry their children off to” Kaguya sighed, “I’ve heard my peers say the gifts are the lone silver lining”
Shirogane nodded. The conversation died off. Shinomiya noticed even despite chatting up a storm on her half, she had less of a pile than Shirogane. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders. Normally, she wouldn’t even think of it, for they both had equal workloads and it was his responsibility for completing his half of the deal; but she supposed a birthday could warrant the smallest of charities from her end. She reached out and took half his remaining pile.
“You didn’t have to do that” he said, not taking his eyes off the papers. If anything, he seemed even more focused. “I had it under control”
“Don’t think too much of it. I've heard it’s convention to be nicer to people on their birthdays. I’m just following those societal conventions as a Shinomiya”
“Even so, it’s getting dark, and I wouldn’t want to be the man who’d leave a girl out to go alone during nights”
Shinomiya nearly chuckled at the thought that he’d so easily forgotten that nighttime trips aren’t an issue for the likes of her, with her chauffeur present at her beck and call. She’d be well protected even if she left when the clock struck twelve.
The thought that he’d worry about her, though, was almost sweet.
“How nice of you to think that. I’m surprised you haven’t a storm of gifts beside you, seeing as you are such a gentleman”
“I haven’t told anyone in Shuichiin about my birthday. And my family and I have decided on not gifting each other anything because gifts like those are far too expensive”
Her voice had softened down when she asked, “So…you don’t receive gifts?”
“More like, I don’t want gifts. I’m content with spending my birthdays like this”
Kaguya was now through with her extra work as well, just as Shirogane was perusing the checklist of duties and confirming if they were done. She curled her hands on her lap.
She knew of his birthday now. Quite possibly one of the only people who did, for that matter. It would be very cold hearted, even for her, if she didn’t gift him something then. She took a quick glance at her wallet; it must have around 20000 yen. 15000 should be enough for him to buy something nice for himself.
But…she’s received money before, and all she ever thought of that gesture was that the giver didn’t wish to put thought into her gift and left her the hard work of actually buying something. Plus, older relatives and adults gave money.
Something at the back of her mind nagged that she didn’t have to give him anything. And even if she did, she could always give it tomorrow. Fujiwara once got her a gift one day late and Kaguya recalled her not thinking too much of it, simply content on receiving something.
“Is something the matter?” Shirogane asked.
“Why do you ask?”
“You just seemed to have…stopped there” he said, pointing at her hand that hovered in the air with the last paper in her hands. She brought it back down to the table and mindlessly gave her signature at the end.
“You should concentrate on your own work, President,” she hastily added, trying to compensate for daydreaming in front of him. Shirogane gave a long, suffering sigh and stretched his arms and hands, trying to undo the knots formed with all the hunching he did.
And with that, the tea Kaguya had brewed for him spilled down his pants.
He jolted. The tea had cooled off and there wasn’t too much of it left in the cup so he didn’t burn himself. But the sudden wetness did throw him off balance. He desperately reached out to the table, worried it had fallen on the papers. He was relieved that it hadn’t, and that seemed to have subdued all the remaining panic. He rummaged for a handkerchief in his bag but with no avail. Which was unexpected, because he always keeps one in his bag. He racked his brains for where he might have misplaced it. Maybe he forgot it in class after wiping his hands off the remaining charcoal after his art elective…maybe he lent it to that sick girl in class who had forgotten her own– but that was a month ago.
In between all that searching something nudged against his arm. Kaguya was standing there, handing out her very expensive, immaculately embroidered silk handkerchief to him.
He reached out to take it from her, muttering a thank you, when she suddenly dropped on her knees.
Blood rushed to his face so fast he thought he was getting dizzy. Kaguya looked at his thighs with as much focus as a scientist examining a specimen under a microscope. His breath coagulated in his throat as her hands dabbled the wetness off his pants in slow, gentle strokes. Going from the outside of his leg to inside, rubbing against the sensitive skin there, and suddenly he didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse that the tea had spilled so close to his cro-
This was so wrong. He was not going to allow her to kneel in front of him and keep doing this as if she were his servant, no matter how enticing, how alluring the view looked. Kaguya wiped the sweat off her brow and huffed,
“Shirogane, I didn’t think you were this clumsy”
“I– I’m not” he choked, voice as dry as sandpaper, “This never happened to me before”
She scoffed in a way that meant she didn’t believe him. And he could have easily refuted that, but there were other, more important things he had to take care of; namely, stopping himself from conjuring dirtier images centered around that very girl in the same kneeling position. It was all too unsettling, and almost disrespectful to her; so his hands moved on reflex, holding her shoulders, stopping it before her attention was drawn to the other places his blood had started to rush to.
“You don’t need to do this” he blurted, voice strained.
“Consider it a birthday gift” she insisted, going back to her work. Shirogane held her wrist frantically, desperate for her to just give him one second of respite. Kaguya whipped her head towards him, glaring straight into his eyes, grumbling
“Why are you so obstinate ?” she got up, half standing.
“Shinomiya” he said, sternly, trying to stand his ground.
“Shirogane” she replied, equally firm, her other hand still on his thigh, using it as leverage to get up to his eye’s level, looking at him directly. She had gotten closer than a hair’s breadth to his face, accidental or purposefully she couldn’t place.
She gasped softly as Shirogane gently glided her hand down his leg at a more chaste position near his knee, his fingers just above her pulse which was strongly thrumming under his thumb. She whimpered. Like a small, helpless cat under a wolf’s sharp gaze. The room’s temperature rose, like someone was fiddling with the non existent heater of this room.
His breath fanned across her lips one second. The taste of curry attacked her the second after.
It was addicting. None of the chefs at her mansion could ever match the marvellous taste of curry barely lingering on his lips. She pressed for more, more, more , chasing the phantom notes of miso and rice. She used her other hand to fully hoist herself up to his level before her neck sprained itself from leaning up too much, which resulted in her legs entangling with his, and her free hand- one not still shackled by his in its rightful place on his knee- cupped his cheek to better angle their faces.
Neither knew who pulled away first, but within what seemed like many, many seconds they parted— panting like dogs at the height of summer, faces burning deep red, lips wet, glistening.
She needed to take this in. Needed to get away, as far away from this room as possible, lock herself in the corner of her wardrobe to comprehend what had just transpired. She also needed to get out of those clothes and into the flimsy fabrics of her nightwear, for she felt as if she was burning in blazing ovens. She fought the urge to run her tongue over her lips to immerse herself in the feeling of something on them again; but she needn’t wait long, for she found Shirogane leaning in again.To her surprise she was absolutely prepared to let things continue;
However, just he was finally about to close that gap he had the audacity to ask
“Do you want to continue?”
As if she would ever admit that! What sort of…leacharious nymphomaniac would openly succumb to such lewd desires? What kind of man would put a lady in such a position? The gall of him, truly. Maybe she should redact her statement of him being a gentleman.
He remained waiting for her answer. She pulled his face closer; which proved to be even worse, because never had she had such intense yearning for something that was just within her reach. Kaguya gripped his face tighter, locking it in position as she contemplated. She tried solving this like a math equation, calculating the trajectory, determining the speed of attack that doesn’t make her look desperate and needy.
Despite her tight grip his head moved. But instead of aiming for her lips like the last time, they dove straight to the curve where her face ended and neck started.
And it was embarrassing. Embarrassing the way her jaw opened, the way she sighed, the way her pulse pulsated with excitement, with exhilaration, with arousal — emotions she would never have acknowledged were it any other day or moment, but the way his tongue darted out and grazed across her neck uncoiled every single string holding her together.
She straddled his hips and dove for a kiss before her partner could even close his mouth to kiss her back properly. Using his still, parted lips she darted her tongue in- courtesy of all the romance movies she’s seen and studied- and licking the roof of his mouth, grazing his teeth, rubbing against his tongue, reaching for every nook and corner, committing every texture, every muscle, every muffled moan and that darn curry taste to her memory. Pushed him back to the corner of the couch until there was negligible space between them, aligning torso to torso, melting against each other. That push, however, also resulted in Shirogane’s hips nearly sliding off the couch, but he made no amends towards that, because if he moved his hips against her for even a fraction of a second— he knew exactly what that would do.
So he stayed in that position, kissing her with passion, with fervor, with groans that rung across their joined lips and sent shivers down their spines.
Everything else after that happened on pure instinct; starting with Shirogane finally moving his body, twisting them both, gently guiding her with a hand on her shoulder until they were sideways along the couch; going lower, lower, lower, lower, until Kaguya’s head hit one of the cushions. His hands went down her back and pulled her closer, arching her spine. Still kissing the daylights out of him, her hands flew into grab his hair until her fingertips laced through them. Using that as control, she tugged his hair away from her lips and that was all the signal he ever needed to map out the rest of his path, trailing his mouth down her cheek, to her chin, placing wet kisses along her jawline all the way to the base of her neck; at a precarious spot that made her moan. An actual, lustful, moan; one that made goosebumps erect even under his thick uniform and hips lower to meet hers.
She curled her feet up against her thigh, her free hand reaching up to grab onto the corner of the sofa, fisting leather under her palms until there were permanent creases on it. His hands glided down her neck in stuttered motion, debating on his next actions every other second, before finally deciding on holding her ribbon. He finally detached his lips from her skin and looked into her eyes for permission.
Her response was give by her curling her fingers on top of his and gingerly pulling it with him, undoing the ribbon in unhurriedly; taking notice of the sunset reflecting against his skin, his face dancing in reds and oranges complimenting the redness of his face and contrasting his eyes darkened cerulean with passion and desire. His jaw opened at the sight of her collar falling down with each inch of ribbon getting untangled; losing himself at the sight of skin he’s never seen before– the peek of collarbone, the region just above her chest
“My eyes are up here, Shirogane” Kaguya glared at him. Shirogane gulped and met her eyes, only to be pulled in again. She was kissing him in small, gentle, experimental pecks that spilled stars into his mouth and blew his center of gravity as he ducked to taste the newly revealed skin.
While Shirogane was nibbling just below the hollow of her collarbone, Kaguya had her hand stuffed in her mouth and hair all over her face. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took. Blood flowed in her veins like hot magma, heating her up till everything she touched felt scalding hot. Of course, the solution to such an oppressive heat was simple; because there was no air conditioning, she could simply continue their endeavours by allowing him to take off her uniform. But that would put her in a vulnerable spot in many manners of speaking; so she decides on rendering him powerless first. She begins unbuttoning his gakuran. The 2 kilograms heavy aiguillette slips through her fingers and falls down on the floor with a resounding thud and neither of them check if it scratched or broke. Instead, they shifted their bodies until they’re a lot more comfortable and are practically snuggling against the corner of the couch.
Kaguya is down to two buttons on his gakuran remaining to be undone. She gasps for air when Shirogane drags his fingertips up her knee, cautious and lento as he dives just a bit under her skirt that is now going dangerously up her thighs, pacing himself to avoid her getting startled by any sudden movement. His fingers swiped the rim of her thighs whilst simultaneously cursing in her ear nibbling. on her lobe and suddenly— the hands on her back were no longer the reason why her back arched and toes curled.
“Shirogane-”
.
His hands shot out of her skirt and he gasped sharply. Her hands flew to her face which reddened a few hues darker. Kaguya leaned forward and Shirogane took it as a signal to pause for the time being. He scooted back, allowing her all the space. If she wanted, she could continue; or if she wanted, she could put an end to this then and there. Keeping the ball in her court also effectively saved him the brunt of making a decision.
However, Kaguya was in no state of mind to make any sound decisions; laying down with leather sticking to the sweat on her body, skirt riding up her thighs and skin still tingling with everywhere he touched; so she propped herself up on her elbows. Her other hand wiped the drool off the corner of her lips. The gears in her head were clocking hard and fast, on one hand- the feelings and stimuli were too exhilarating and amazing to stop, ever . On the other hand, her knowledge on passion remained close to null, and everything beyond this was unknown, uncharted land she was afraid to travel without prior information. But at the same time her wildest desires screamed for her to grab him by the collar once again and pull him down to where he belongs and let herself run on pure, animalistic instinct.
However, as soon as she pulled down her skirt Shirogane took that as a signal to terminate their…rendezvous and stood up from the couch, facing away from her and buttoning himself up again, complete with that augilette that was, thankfully, unharmed.
She kept her mouth shut and redid herself. For she was not going to appear as some sort of thirsty, desirous woman. She started with her ribbon. Tying it, she noticed there was a hint of purple on her skin just below her collar, but she paid it no heed; the most it meant was that she couldn’t wear her spaghetti to bed for a couple of days. She ran her fingers through her long, and now unruly hair and tamed them.
Any other foreign feeling anywhere on her body quickly ceased to exist. True to a Shinomiya, master of masking and managing emotions.
Shirogane was too anxious to look her in the eye; but he concluded with himself that he had to talk about…whatever happened right then. They were President and Vice President; they had duties to fulfil and had to work in harmony. Disrupting their rhythm meant disrupting the entire school’s rhythm; and he wanted to guard this coveted position of his with all his might.
“Shino-”
“Shirogane, this was….” Nice? Lovely? Something she might think about late at night on her bed? She settled for a cough. “I hope you understand this was a one time thing”
“Yes, of course. Illicit sexual relations in the school are prohibhited, after all” Shirogane reasoned, looking directly at her
“Yes” she packed her bookbag and held it, ready to leave home “I shall be heading home, I need to run some errands”
“Then, have a safe journey home” he waved, and she- back to her defining ice cold look and dull red eyes- left the room with no words.
Maybe she should have wished him again; but her system was still overheating and malfunctioning and this for the first time she, The Kaguya Shinomiya, was at a dire loss of words.