She was being perfectly charming, telling him cold facts on a hot day. And she was holding on hard to her naivety, too. What a perfectly crafted defense. Reasonable request from a diligent teacher. He'd read the the damned poems and she'd pat him on the head with a smile like she'd saved his future so she could go home and tell Naho.<br/><br/>He was about to give up. What was all this for, anyway? He couldn't accomplish anything, and they'd locked themselves in this until her class concluded. Maybe then he could have some peace of mind. At least before they'd only seen each other when she visited Naho. There was no real option but to learn what he could from this encounter and leave. No more-- antagonizing. And then, when she'd given him a C and tacked on a plus for friendliness, he could squander his time on other academic pipedreams. It was as reasonable as it was bitter.<br/><br/>Then she touched him. He could see her hand moving but he didn't believe the audacity. His face was perfectly still for the gentle attention. It would have been better if she'd shoved him back and thrown the papers at him. His jaws were joining his rows of teeth like he was crushing something small and hated between them. All that pretend anger was spiraling into a solid circumstance in his heart. When she looked away, she couldn't see his head shaking, eyes golden for his upset.<br/><br/>"Wrong." he repeated at her cruel blouse, with the lithe treasure of her unavailable body under it. He calmed down when she mentioned Nahoya because he had to. The spell that nullified everything Kit could show about everything he felt. But there it was in him, all these unsatisfied impulses he only had to heed with her. It was like digesting razor blades with your chest.<br/><br/>Better for Nahoya. Loving older brother who doted on his sibling. Kit had to listen to this while he waited for the hair behind her ear to fall back toward her cheekbone. It'd be beautiful from this side view. He wanted to recoil when she turned back, but he didn't. She was the antagonist, really, this close.<br/><br/>He though all of the right things at once. He was gone, out the door in another performance. He was buying chilled water from a vending machine and he drank the heat away until the AC in the next bus could save him. He stayed away when she came home, and then by tomorrow they would have settled in an awkward truce.<br/><br/>What was it that he wanted? Her insults never ended. She was the smartest person to ever play this dumb.<br/><br/>His famous arm extended, obsession in his eyes as he grabbed her shoulder. Bigger sister, but not physically. This fucking heat and this old fucking problem. He didn't know what he was doing but it felt natural. His fingers held on to her securely, and then he stood while he pulled her across the desk, and turned her on her back. It was easy for him to lock her wrists over the edge closes to him, her head served up under him, upside down. She was laid out over the papers that hadn't already careened over the side. They were still settling when he lifted that chin of hers with his other hand, and tilted his head so that when he bowed and kissed her, their lips would make a red cross.<br/><br/>She had never had attention like this because there had never been a kiss like this. He was hungry for whatever he would feel that wasn't frustration, and he expected it from her mouth. His tongue was dominant inside her, and the hand that had lifted her head slid down her throat to undo buttons on her blouse. In its hurry it missed a few on its way down. Fingers clawed while her breath was busy with his, until her skirt came up and he could finally cup her, where her torso made a triangle with the top of her thighs. How much warmer would she be there?