Short stories about COTE.
A warning: some of my earlier ones are kinda mid. It gradually gets better, I think.
Includes lemons. Marked by a 🍋. Some are cringe, others are actually somewhat decent for lemons.
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Oh my god this man is so fine. I'm sorry, but he can stare at me like that all he wants.
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Yamauchi might be a god... If I wrote a one shot regarding Yamauchi, it'd be a reveal that he planned on being expelled in order to gain Atsuomi's attention somehow to gain his trust, kill him, and become Ayanokouji's dad legally.
Anyways, Lerche really put a 10 second shot of Kamuro's ass in, I'm not even surprised at this point. I dedicate this lemon to her ass. If you expect any sort of plot here, I recommend skipping this one.
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka POV
After only a week separated, I unexpectedly met with Kamuro's group during a test on the uninhabited island. It was an English competition, so one that I'd do well in. I signed up for it, as did Kamuro, if I overheard correctly.
Kamuro gave me a desperate stare, one filled with need. I knew what it was, ever since our special relationship started that day. It happened by circumstance. I still had about an hour before the competition would start, since this one was made available very recently.
"I'm gonna go use the restroom." Kamuro told her other group members. I walked into the woods, far away from public eye. I got used to the shrubbery and foliage a while ago. It felt familiar to me now, but maybe not as much for her.
"Hah, haah. How'd you walk so fast..." Kamuro, out of breath, asked. I shrugged, as I stared straight into her eyes. I walked closer to her, as she stared right back at me. As I got closer, her breath became more ragged in expectation.
I slid my thumb into her open mouth, bringing her face closer to my own. I felt her warm breath on my hand, Kamuro's amethyst eyes dilating slightly. Her blushing is visible to me, a lighter shade of pink over her cheeks.
"You seem desperate." I commented. I expected a sassy response, or even a sarcastic one. Rather, she stayed silent, maybe affirming my remark. Kamuro brought her slim arms around my neck. I set my hands on her lower back.
Wordlessly, she brought her lips onto mine, separating for air a moment later before hungrily kissing me again. I felt her grip on my hair tighten slightly when I brought my hands lower.
