Cote lemons

Kiyo X kei 🍋🍋🍋

Story Title: The last time you spreaded my legs

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"Wai-"

She swallowed the rest, lungs burning. Her legs felt weak, but she forced them to move anyway. One more step. Just one more.

"Kiyotaka... Don't leave me."

The words hung in the damp air, fragile and desperate. She had been nothing more than a tool once. A convenient pawn in someone else's game. But somewhere along the way, that cold transactional relationship had twisted into something far more dangerous.
She had fallen for him. Completely. Irrevocably.

Not the fluttering, superficial crush of an ordinary schoolgirl.

This was deeper an aching, all-consuming devotion forged in the fires of survival and quiet gratitude. He had given her strength when she had none. He had seen her when no one else bothered to look.

And now he was walking away.

"Don't go..." Her voice trembled, breaking into a sob that she tried and failed to choke down. "I... I can't live without you anymore. You are my everything. If I've done anything wrong, please tell me. I'll be a better girl. I'll change. I'll do anything. Ple-Please... just don't leave me."

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji paused.

Just for a heartbeat.

His posture remained flawless even in the pouring rain shoulders straight, hands relaxed at his sides. But Kei had spent enough time by his side to notice the tiny details others missed. The faint tension in his fingers. The almost imperceptible shift in his weight. That brilliant, impenetrable mind of his was weighing options again, calculating outcomes in silence.

He turned halfway toward her. Brown eyes met hers through the curtain of rain. There was no anger in them. No irritation. Only that same unsettling, bottomless calm like staring into a still lake whose depths no one had ever truly fathomed.

"Kei," he said softly.
His voice cut through the downpour with effortless clarity. It wasn't harsh. It wasn't cruel.

But it carried the weight of finality all the same.

The rain continued to fall between them, each drop widening the invisible chasm that had opened at the end of their second year. Kei's fingers curled desperately into the hem of her skirt, heart hammering so violently she thought it might shatter.

Please... she begged silently, tears flowing freely now. Just say something else. Anything else.

For a long moment, Kiyotaka said nothing more. The silence stretched between them, heavier than the downpour. Then, slowly, he closed the distance. His steps were unhurried, each one splashing softly against the wet pavement.

Kei's breath hitched as he stopped right in front of her. Close enough that she could see the faint droplets clinging to his eyelashes, close enough to catch the familiar, comforting scent of him beneath the smell of rain.

Before she could say another word, his hand rose gently to cup her cheek. His palm was warm despite the cold water cascading over them. Then he leaned in.
Their lips met.

It wasn't fierce or demanding. It was soft achingly soft a quiet farewell wrapped in tenderness. For one fleeting second, the world narrowed to just the two of them: the taste of rain and salt from her tears, the warmth of his mouth against hers, the way his thumb brushed lightly across her skin as if memorizing the moment.
When he pulled back, Kei's eyes fluttered open, dazed and hopeful.

But his expression remained calm.
"Kei," he murmured, voice low and steady, "I have to leave you."

Her heart lurched.