Getting tackled from behind was unexpected. Akira only had enough time to gasp before crashing into the floor and serving as a human pillow to his mysterious assailant. He was about to turn back and kick into that person, when that exact mysterious person kissed him. By then, he lost all doubts of who that mystery attacker was. He returned the kiss with passion, turning to the side under her. "I missed ya, too." he whispered back.<br/><br/>And that was one rather revealing pair of shorts she was wearing... He raised a brow and smirked, reaching at her to get her off him in a rather provocative way, when he noticed something in the door. His cheeks immediately turned crimson when he noticed the student.<br/><br/>"S-senpai..." the boy muttered, backing away. Akira stared at him as if he saw a ghost for a moment, and then proceeded to get away from Abigail and stand up in a surprisingly fast manner, dusting his white training clothes off, still blushing. "That... That didn't happen, alright?" he spoke, in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Dammit! Did they really have to be caught? Now this was the true awkward...