#and Mika with his head in his wing wondering why he even tries to play at all

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What would the LAGTBG characters playing Monopoly (or Space Monopoly) be like? Would they finish a game or would it remain incomplete, lost to the test of time?

The LATGBG crew playing Monopoly is a testament to their friendship— which is to say, it ends in an all out war.

Re-explained rules, banks scattered across the map, Monopoly money torn to shreds… it’s a never ending beacon of chaos— and it’s all because no one wants to use the wheelbarrow.

#they don’t even get through a game I’d say #though playing without Holden Felicity lumi and siona makes things a little less chaotic #Mika and Davin play together sometimes as do Davin and siona and Mika and Felicity and davin #but never all together. Holden loves to break out of jail and siona has to act as the policeman #it ends up getting off track with them playing tag instead #and Mika with his head in his wing wondering why he even tries to play at all #Evan bleats #anonymous #lumi and the great big galaxy #latgbg

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Day 2 of Jeankasa Smut Week 2021: First Time

"In the moonlight"

Ao3

Before they move out for college, Gothkasa takes Jean to the place where she wants them to have their first time.

Disclaimer: This contains explicit smut. Please make sure to practice safe sex.

Jean pulled up to her driveway at six, sharp. She didn’t like to wait long for dates, so he always made a point of showing up in time. Some of his friends always made fun of him when it came to all the things he did to keep her happy, but Jean didn’t care. Those guys would never even stand a chance to date someone as smart and beautiful as Mikasa Ackerman.

Besides, it wasn’t like she demanded to be spoiled to be happy; in fact, Mikasa was surprisingly easy to keep happy.

That was why he made an extra effort to keep her extra happy. A woman like her was not one to be left waiting, a woman like her deserved nothing but sweet, honest words and actions, presents, quality time together.

“Kirstein, I can’t believe you went ahead and got it,” she said as she stepped out of her front porch. She looked as lovely as ever, with her dark eyeshadow, pink cheeks, and purple lipstick. Today, she had her hair loose, which cascaded down her shoulders, dark as a raven’s wing.

Her clothes, however…Jean had to force himself not to stare. She wore a short, sleeveless dress that only reached her midthighs. The rest of her legs, she’d covered with pretty black stockings that were almost see through. On her neck, she wore a lace collar, while her collarbones and chest were exposed.

“I-of course!” Jean said, shaking his head to keep himself from staring. “We’ll be in college next month, won’t we? I thought this would be a good way to move around.”

They were going to move in together to an apartment in Trost in only a couple of weeks. Jean would’ve married her right out of school, but his family and her parents had insisted on holding off until they lived together for at least half a year to start thinking about long term commitments.

“I can teach you to ride it,” he said as he climbed off the motorcycle and offered her the purple helmet he’d bought for her.

Mikasa smiled when she took it. “How can I pay you back?”

Jean smiled back and put a hand on her waist to pull her closer. Her lips met his readily, welcoming and sweet. “Just keep looking pretty.”

“I was thinking about another type of payment.” She said, looking up at him with serious eyes. “Something that involves my body,”

“Stop teasing,” Jean cleared his throat, suddenly feeling hot in his face, but Mikasa’s lips were on his before he said anything.

He welcomed her mouth, parting his lips so she could put her tongue inside him, and sighed in delight when she put her arms on his shoulders and pressed herself to him. His hands went to her waist, and then to rest on her buttocks. When Mikasa pressed the spot between her legs on his thighs, Jean squeezed her butt in his large hands, feeling his dick grow inside his pants.

“Mikasa,” a sweet voice said from the door. She stepped away from him, turning to see her mother standing on the doorstep. “Honey, you forgot your backpack. And stop making out on here while your father’s inside.”

Mikasa took the backpack from her mom, and they exchanged a tiny smile. “Hello, Mrs. Ackerman.”

“Hi, Jean, darling,” the woman said, giving him a sincere smile. “That’s a nice motorcycle.”

Jean scratched the back of his head, smiling awkwardly. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“He bought it himself,” Mikasa said in a complicit tone of voice.

“To get yourselves killed, I’m sure,” her father said, showing up at the door with a newspaper in his hand and a frown. “Hey, Jean, how are you tonight?”

Jean cleared his throat; he always felt like a little kid when Mikasa’s parents were around. “I’m good, sir, how about you?”

“I’m concerned about you two, thanks,” Mr. Ackerman said, then his eyes went to the motorcycle. “Are you two going out in that?”

“We’ll be fine,” Mikasa said, standing on her tiptoes to give her father a kiss on the cheek. “Dad, we’re eighteen. Jean has a permit. We’ll be alright.”

Mr. Ackerman wasn’t satisfied with her words. “How far are you two going again, Jean?”

“It’s the sea festival,” Mikasa explained, going down the steps and walking back in Jean’s direction. And again, Jean forced himself to not stare at the swaying of her breasts as she went towards him. She must’ve been wearing one of those flimsy lace bras she loved so much; heavens, how much he longed to see how it looked on her (although he knew she surely looked fantastic).

“All the way to the beach?” her dad said, his eyes wide. A second later, he was shaking his head. “No, you’re not going in that to the beach.”

“Dad, we’re moving out in a month,” Mikasa said. “We’ve been on a motorcycle before.”

“If it’s a festival, people are going to be drunk on the way back,” he told her. Mrs. Ackerman was looking at her husband with a gaze so sweet, Jean wondered if he and Mikasa should just head out and let them be at peace. “And you’re not even using pants. What if something happens? You’re going to get so injured—”

“Dad,” Mikasa said, walking back towards her parents. “What do you want me to do?”

Mr. Ackerman peeked into the house for a second before giving her a pair of keys. “Take the car. Also, don’t get drunk.”

Mikasa took the keys and looked back at him to shake them questioningly, and Jean nodded in agreement. He loved her too much to say no to her, and besides, her father had made plenty of valid points. As much as he wanted to take her out on a ride on their new motorcycle, he didn’t want to risk her getting hurt. He loved her too much.

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Mikasa looked out the window for a moment, noticing the full moon peeking through the trees as they moved away from the city and into the highway. Taylor swift was playing on the radio, and she smiled when Jean started to sing the lyrics to Paper Rings in a low voice while moving his head to the rhythm. He was untangling her earphones, which she’d buried deep in her bag that afternoon, when the very last bell had rung to let them know school was over.

“That lipstick of yours is good,” Jean said absent mindedly. “It didn’t even smudge when you kissed me.”

“It smudges when you get your mouth really wet,” Mikasa said, casting a glance at her boyfriend. He wore a silly pair of trousers today, but the fabric of the pants wasn’t as thick as Jeans would’ve been, and Mikasa had felt the bulge in his pants when they’d kissed.

He wanted her as much as she wanted him, she was sure.

“So, how’s Eren?” Jean asked, giving her a sideways glance.

“He sent me a picture today,” she said, dipping a hand in her back to bring out her phone. “Look it up; he and Armin climbed the volcano today. Armin roasted marshmallows on the way to the top.”

Jean put his fingerprint against the home button, and the phone unlocked. They had access to each other’s phones not out of insecurities, but simply because it was easier that way. Things were ridiculously easy with him, and she adored that. She loved the quiet, peaceful certainty that she was loved by a man whose feelings would not change; she loved that she could love him back as intensely and as weirdly as she wanted, and he would not judge her for it.

“Hey, Armin’s face is all red, and he looks like a dumbass,” Jean chuckled, pointing at Eren. “They go to the islands next, right? It looks like they’re on vacation, though. Aren’t they supposed to be helping Grisha on his expedition?”

And to think she’d considered him annoying before. Mikasa smiled, then gave Jean another look.

“What is it?” Jean asked as she turned to look back at the road.

“I’m glad the charm didn’t work,” Mikasa said, recalling that repellent charm she’d given him on their first year of high school, in which he’d incessantly tried to get her to go out with him. She’d found him annoying, incredibly annoying, but they’d been young. Now, they were proper adults. Well, now they were both eighteen, and things had changed.

“What charm?” Jean asked, confused. “Did I buy you the wrong things?”

Mikasa shook her head, smiling more. He didn’t only not judge her interests, but also took an active part in them, he was interested in everything she did, and she was pretty sure he’d had a conversation with the great god of the underworld during one of their full moon seances. He was also smart, and he could stay in silence with her for long periods of time without feeling uncomfortable.

And wickedly handsome, especially now that his hair had grown a bit, and there was a stubble adorning his chin. He’d also grown taller. It all made him look more like an adult, and Mikasa trembled at the thought of being held by his muscular arms.

She clutched the steering wheel and took a deep breath, trying to not let her nerves get the best of her as she turned right, into a stretch of road she’d scouted weeks ago, a little while after Jean had asked her to live with him after school finished.

“This isn’t the exit, babe,”

“I know,” Mikasa said, turning on the headlights. The road was quiet, and the only sources of light were the moon and headlights from their car. They drove in silence for a little while until the road stopped abruptly in front of a thick stretch of forest. Mikasa parked the car in front of the trees, turning off the headlights.

“Mika, this isn’t the way to the beach,” he said, staring at the forest ahead. “What are we doing?”

“Jean,” Mikasa said. “Kiss me?”

She never had to ask twice when it came to kissing. He always said yes when she asked, he always did it enthusiastically. When his mouth met hers, his kiss was sweet, slow. But Mikasa didn’t want that. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, making him moan against her lips. She rubbed her tongue against his, moving it in circles as she caressed his hair.

“Mikasa,” Jean whispered, looking at the rearview mirror as she kissed his neck. “What if someone sees us?!”

“No one will see,” Mikasa said, then reached out to adjust the seat he was on. Jean fell backwards, kissing her nonstop. Her hands went to the zipper of his pants, searching in the low light.

“Mika!” Jean said. “Someone might come.”

“Yes, you will come, in my mouth,” Mikasa said as she searched inside his pants and released his dick. She gave his shaft a hard stroke; the light was too dim to see much, but she could feel it beginning to throb and harden in her hand. “Jean, let me make you feel good.”

Breathing heavily, Jean took a hold of her head and brought her lips back against his, and this time it was his tongue the one that was desperately playful. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes,” he moaned. “Yes, please, do anything you want.”

Mikasa smiled and straightened again, giving his dick another rub before tying her hair back in a ponytail. The sole action of her tying her hair made his dick twitch wildly, and it also made Jean groan from deep within his throat. She leaned forward, rubbing his shaft both hands. Jean was tall, and she guessed that played a part in how big he was, but it never failed to turn her own, feeling his girth in her hands.

She licked the base of his dick, then her tongue made the sweet journey across his shaft all the way to the head of his penis. There was precum there, and Mikasa licked it off his skin. Jean groaned, one of his hands was on her butt, underneath her dress and already looking for a way inside her panties, while his other was rubbing the top of her head.

He was holding back, she knew. He always held back when she gave him head; she understood he didn’t want to hurt her nor make her uncomfortable, and she loved that sweet side of him, but now she wanted something else to accompany that sweetness.

Mikasa parted her lips and took him into her mouth. The first time she’d given him head, she’d almost choked on his dick by the sheer size of it, but that had been a month ago. Now, she was used to the feeling of his cock against the back of her throat; her body had adjusted to that huge piece of meat he carried between his legs.

This time wasn’t the exception. Mikasa brought her head down, feeling her chin opening further to allow him deeper inside, and made a sucking motion as she came back up. Jean was breathing heavily now, and she knew, from the throbbing of his dick inside her mouth, that he would reach his orgasm soon.

She pulled out the dick out of her mouth and went to give his balls a lick. She put them whole inside her mouth, all the while rubbing him. Jean’s groans became faster, but she wasn’t sure if that was because she had his balls in her mouth or because the hand inside her panties had found her wetness.

“I’m going to cum soon,”

Mikasa let go of his balls and put his dick into her mouth again; she went down and up on it, one hand squeezing his shaft, the other squeezing his balls as she sucked on him. Jean’s free hand hovered over her head, but he withdrew it a second later.

She knew what he wanted to do, but she also knew he didn’t want to overdo it. Mikasa smiled, his dick inside her mouth still. He was so sweet.

She pulled out to look up at him now that their eyes had adjusted to the dark. Her hands didn’t stop rubbing him when she spoke; she didn’t stop teasing the tip of his dick with her fingers. “Go ahead, Kirstein, you know you want to do it.”

Jean looked at her with reddened cheeks, his eyes full of pleasure and longing. “I don’t want to make you sore,”

“I’m giving you permission,” she said, coming back up to his mouth to kiss him quickly. “You can do it. Please, do it.”

Mikasa went back to pay attention to his cock, and this time, when she opened her mouth and took him inside her, Jean grabbed a handful of her hair in both hands and brought her down all the way to the base of his dick. Mikasa moaned as he moved her head up and down in sweet, but passionate movements. One of her hands went under her shirt, to stimulate her already hard nipples. She crossed her legs, feeling a delicious throbbing between them. She wanted him so badly.

“I’m going to cum,” he groaned deeply. “Come up here, I need to cum. I’m gonna fill your mouth otherwise, Mika—”

Mikasa shook her head, and continued sucking on his cock. He didn’t take long to finish after that; hot liquid spread in her mouth and deep down her throat, the taste salty and familiar. She could feel her panties sticking to her skin now; less than ten minutes of giving him pleasure and she was already soaked.

When she straightened again, Jean held her face between his two large hands. He leaned forward and kissed her, uncaring about whatever remains of his bodily fluids lingered inside her mouth. She’d discovered he was naughty in that regard, and he never refused a kiss after she’d given him head. “Now, it’s your turn,” he whispered, licking his lips in anticipation. “Lie back, I’ll make you come all over my face,”

Mikasa shook her head, giving him a shy kiss on the cheek. “Not here,” she said, unlocking the doors.

Jean blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a spot not too far. Join me,” she said, giving him another quick peck on the cheek. Jean smiled, and she knew he’d never refuse her. He adored her, he adored her with every bit of his being. And Mikasa adored him right back.

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She held his hand as they walked through the forest, walking with certainty, certain of where she was headed to. Jean followed her in silence; he was used to her little seances and moon rituals in the woods by now…he’d even grown to enjoy them, although he hadn’t enjoyed that one time in which that scary voice had spoken to him.

The clearing was forty-five minutes away from where they’d left the car, and it was a beautiful place by the side of a cliff overlooking the ocean. It had the shape of an almost perfect semi-circle, lined with tall willows and a small creek running on the westernmost part of it. “This is a new place,” he said, recalling most of their midnight seances were in the woods by her mother’s shop.

“I found it a while ago,” she dropped her bag in the middle of the clearing, where the moonlight illuminated the stretch of tall grass perfectly. Jean walked towards the creek; he loved it when she found little pockets of nature like this, but he also didn’t like picturing her walking that stretch of woods on her own. “I was with Armin and Eren, don’t worry. They came with me,”

Jean sighed; at first, it had only been him the one able to read her like a book. She’d learned this past year, however, how easy it was to guess his thoughts. “This is cute,” he said, pointing out at a series of mushrooms growing on the sides of the creek. “The colors are—”

Mikasa pulled him back by the arm, shaking her head. “Don’t touch anything,” she said in an urgent tone. “They will be angry.”

“Who will?”

“The forest spirits!” Mikasa whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he said, unsure which forest god or spirit she was talking about. He looked over his shoulder, smiling awkwardly at nothing. “I’m sorry!”

She giggled, leading him to where she’d laid out a thick blanket and a series of pink and red candles. There was a bottle of wine and chocolates, and some preheated pizzas “What’s this?” Jean asked, giving her a kiss on the temple, putting an arm around her shoulder. “Is this a romantic dinner for me?”

Mikasa smiled up at him; she was tall, but the more time passed, the more Jean grew, and now he was a full ten centimeters taller. He knew she didn’t like that cocky part of him, but Jean had to admit he liked being taller than her. “Sit with me, please,”

They sat in the middle of the clearing, under the candlelight and the soft silver light coming from the full moon above. Jean ignored the food and went for her lips; the purple lipstick was properly smudged after giving him oral, and Jean wanted to take the rest off with kisses.

“Jean,” she said, pushing him away a minute later. “Look at me,”

“I am,” he said, cupping her face with a hand. “What is it?”

Mikasa took a deep breath and, in the dim light, he was able to see her cheeks were of a deep shade of pink. “Tonight, I want you to make love to me here.”

Jean’s mouth fell open in shock. They’d started doing things other than making out a month ago, mind you, and he’d supposed they would make love the moment they finished moving into their new apartment. This request was new, a surprise he had not seen coming.

He’d showered, he’d shaved, he’d put cologne on…because he thought they would spend most of the night at the sea festival, and he wanted to look good while out and about with the most beautiful woman in the island.

“A-are you sure?”

Mikasa looked up at the moon, then back at him. “It is a perfect night.”

“Is this some sort of ritual?” Jean asked, suddenly concerned. “Mikasa, if you’re doing this just because of what those books say, I don’t want you to force yourself to do something—”

She put a finger against his lips, squirming and pressing her legs together. Her dress had gone up to her upper thighs, and from there he could see the wetness coating her pretty pink panties. “I saw this place and knew this is where it had to happen,”

“What are you talking about?”

Mikasa went to her knees, putting her hands on his shoulders, straddling his thigh. The feel of her soft skin was enough to drive him insane with desire. “Our first time,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him as she pressed her wetness on his thigh.

Jean had to force himself to think clearly. “Are you sure this isn’t some sort of ritual?” he asked her; he had fun joining her in her expeditions into the woods, but he’d never made love to another person. He wanted his first time with her to be special, he didn’t want it to be just the preamble to one of her moonlight rituals.

She lowered her face. “It isn’t a ritual. I want to make love to you, Jean,” she said, and he could almost feel the heat in her cheeks. “But I don’t want my first time to be in just an apartment. I saw this place, and I knew I wanted you here.”

“Why’s that?”

Mikasa lowered her head a little more. “It’s romantic,”

“And?” Jean asked, sensing there was still something she wasn’t saying.

Mikasa closed her eyes, her voice becoming lower even. “It reminded me of that Twilight scene, when they’re in that meadow…”

Laughter bubbled up in his chest, but Jean forced himself to not react loudly; she’d just admitted something embarrassing, and he didn’t want her to think he was mocking her. He grabbed her face with one hand, then chuckled. “You are so cute,” he said, using his other hand to firmly hold her against his thigh. He moved her back and then forward, and the rubbing motion made her moan out loud. “Mikasa, I love you.”

She blushed at that. “I love you too,”

“I’ll make love to you anywhere you want,” he said, brushing her hair away from her face. “I just want to know if you’re sure. We can wait a little longer, you know? We can come back here when the moon’s full again. I can wait—”

She pressed her mouth against his, moving back and forth against his thigh, as if she were riding a horse. The wetness was leaking, dripping, he could feel it dripping onto the thin fabric of his pants. “I want you now,” she said, licking the corner of his mouth. Mikasa rubbed herself a little more on his thigh, and Jean didn’t even care about the wet stain she would leave in his pants. “I want you inside me now,”

Jean grabbed her by the waist with both hands now. “I want you too, Ackerman.”

He’d wanted her for so long, it almost seemed like a dream to be in her arms then. His younger self had only wanted to take her out for a bite to eat, that was that…think that she’d kissed him now, and she was asking for him to make love to her…Jean smiled widely as his hands searched her dress and lifted it over her head.

He was the luckiest man in the world.

“Holy fuck,” he said when he saw the lace bra she wore, which had intricate strappings that were tightly adjusted against her pale skin. The lace was transparent, and when Jean caught a sight of her pierced nipples, he almost came in his pants. “When…when did you get them pierced?”

Mikasa smiled; in the month they’d started doing naughty things, they hadn’t seen each other properly naked yet, and she was clearly amused by his reaction. “Just a little while ago.”

Jean ran a thumb over each nipple through the fabric of her bra, making her moan. “They look so fucking good,” he muttered, running his thumbs over the nipples again, loving the way they perked up and hardened. “Can I?”

She smiled at him. “It unclasps at the front.”

Thank god for that, Jean thought. It would be much easier to make sense of the straps that way. It was a sexy bra, there was no doubt, but Jean was a virgin still. He hadn’t mastered the art of unclasping bras.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, running his thumbs over her nipples, giving one of the little rings a pull, fascinated by her squeal. “Can I suck on these?”

Mikasa nodded, closing her eyes. She looked so beautiful, sitting naked on his thighs. Jean enveloped her pink nipple with his mouth and gave a little suck, feeling the taste of metal and sweat, fascinated by it. His girlfriend moaned, pressing her face against the top of his head, squirming even more on his thigh.

He sucked on it more, using his other thumb to stimulate the other nipple. “You’re perfect,” he whispered hotly as he moved from one breast to the other. “I could suck on these all night,”

Ah, he could. Her breasts were full and soft, and her nipples hard with the touch of his tongue. He wanted nothing other but to suck and lick them for hours and hours…but there was another spot that required attention, a spot he adored having on his mouth. Jean straightened and went to kiss her lips, teasing and squeezing her breasts and nipples the whole time.

“You’ve got purple lipstick all over your face,” she giggled, running her fingers across his mouth to wipe him. The purple was almost gone from her lips, but Jean didn’t care. She looked perfect with and without make up.

“You’ve got purple here, too,” Jean chuckled, giving her nipple another teasing, gentle pull. Indeed, he’d stained her pale breasts with some of the lipstick lingering on his mouth. “Lay back now,”

Mikasa climbed off his thigh and laid on the blanket, pretty and naked as the moon. Jean kneeled in front of her, running his long, lean fingers across her legs, caressing every bit of her body. She watched him with lust in her eyes, her chest rising and falling quickly, seductively.

He placed himself in front of her legs and parted them, revealing her soaked panties. He could see the outline of her slit from how wet she was, he could see her throbbing. His dick was hard in his pants, and all he wanted was to be inside her.

“You’re dripping,” he said, running a teasing finger alongside her slit. Mikasa shivered at his touch. “Can I take these off?”

She nodded, biting her lower lip.

Jean removed her panties painfully slow, enjoying the anticipation that grew in her face. She was so cute. “I’m going to make you cum now,” he informed her, parting her legs even more. “I’m going to lick you until you cum all over my face.”

“Jean,” she panted, closing her eyes. “Stop teasing me,”

He smiled wickedly, admiring the pretty color of her wet pussy. He gave it a tentative lick, running his tongue from bottom to the top of it, pressing the tip of his tongue on the pleasure bulge he’d touched in the dark before, when their kisses had turn into touching. Mikasa moaned loudly, and Jean was sure that they would need to get some sort of soundproofing for their apartment.

“You taste so good,” he moaned before burying his face in her wetness.

He’d learned to please her through trial and error the past month, but now he knew how she liked her clit played with, he knew what movements to do with his mouth to have that delicious juice of hers spill out of her pussy and onto his face.

Jean found the little bulge of pleasure and spat a little on it, then he enveloped it with his mouth and sucked. Mikasa drew in a breath, and a lovely moan escaped her throat. Jean sucked on it a little more, teasing the entrance of her pussy with his fingers as he gave her sweet nipples a tug and a squeeze.

He buried his face in his pussy, enjoying her taste, her scent, her sweet moans. Giving her oral was a feast of senses he would never tire of, and now they wouldn’t stop at just giving each other oral, or touching each other. Tonight, they would go all the way.

Jean moved his tongue with more intent, and introduced his index finger in her slit, just a little. She moaned louder; with his thumb, he made the same circular motions on her nipple as the one he was doing on her clit with his tongue. The juices were piling up on his face, and she was already dripping onto the blanket she’d laid out.

Jean straightened, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Mikasa looked up at him, her eyes demanding, telling him to get back to what he was doing. He smiled at her, giving her nipple a little tug. “Just a second,”

He took off that ridiculous looking yellow vest his mother had forced him to wear (to cause a good impression to her parents) and then he unbuttoned his shirt, certain he would get soaked if she kept leaking the way he was. Then, he came to his feet, struggling slightly with his pants and underwear. As he did so, however, he saw her rubbing her clit as she watched him, while her other hand was busy tugging on her nipple the way he’d been doing it before.

Jean leaned forward again, moving her hand away from her pussy. “Let me do it, please,” he said in a hoarse whisper, burying his face again. “I love eating you out.”

His tongue flicked over her clit, and his finger went back inside her. He ate her out hungrily, like a man who had not drank a drop of water in years. He didn’t even know where his movements came from; he acted on instinct, guided only by her moans, and Jean liked to think he did it well. Mikasa grabbed him by the hair, lifting herself off the ground and moaning loudly.

When she came, Jean opened his mouth as much as he could to catch all the wetness. And once his thirst had been satiated, he used his tongue to clean the inner part of her thighs.

She was breathing heavily by the time he came back up to kiss her, and she welcomed his lips without any qualms or protests. “I’m ready,” she panted, her cheeks of a bright red, her nipples hard against the skin of his chest. “I’m ready now, Jean.”

“Wait, protection—”

“I’m taking pills,” she said, then pointed at her bag. “There are condoms in the bag.”

“Very resourceful,” Jean said, smiling flirtingly. She’d known what she wanted to do tonight, and he had had no idea. He loved it, but still, Jean wished he could have prepared mentally for it.

He leaned forward, kissing her while his hand massaged her clit, making her wet to take him inside. This was the girl he’d loved for so long; this was the woman he wanted to be with forever. When he said he wanted to marry her, some people said he was young and that the world was larger and had many more women out there waiting, but Jean didn’t care about other women.

This woman was the one he wanted, the one that filled his soul with warmth. He was young, but he was so, so in love, he didn’t want to imagine anyone that wasn’t her. He wanted to love her, spoil her, he wanted to please her as much as he could.

Jean stopped kissing her suddenly. As good as he’d gotten at giving her oral, he had no experience with actual sex. Heavens, he’d barely held on for five minutes when she had sucked him off in the car. She was wet, but he knew he was well endowed. What if it hurt her? What if it hurt her and he only managed to last a minute?

He would never be able to look at her face again.

“Jean,” she said in a low voice, cupping his face between two hands. “Do you want us to wait?”

“Wait?”

She gave him a shy smile. “You look scared,”

Jean smiled, exhaling as he neared her neck to kiss it. “I want to make you feel good.”

“I know. And you are.”

“What if I’m not good?” Jean said, looking at her in the eyes. “What if I only last a minute? Mikasa touch me, I’m about to burst—”

She lifted her head and kissed him, her hands finding his dick and giving it a long, hard rub. “I’m new at it too,” she said, massaging the nape of his neck.

“I want to make you feel good. I’m scared I won’t,”

Mikasa frowned for a second, then considered his words for a minute. “I don’t care,”

“Huh?”

“If the first time isn’t good, we can do it again,” she said, using her sweet hands to rub him more, bringing all the blood back to his cock. “And again…”

“And again,” Jean finished saying, smiling. Mikasa nodded, then ran her hands across his torso.

“I’m ready,”

“Alright,” he said, parting her beautiful legs. The moon shone down on her, almost making her pale skin glow under the silver light. Her face, her shoulders, her neck and ears, it was all red, and she was heaving in anticipation. Jean rubbed the head of his dick against her entrance, and more wetness came out of her slit, making delicious, lustful noises. Fuck, she was so hot. “Tell me if it hurts, please.”

Mikasa nodded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Jean kissed her mouth, then pushed inside.

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She’d decided this would be the place in which they would make love weeks ago, on an expedition with Armin and Eren to find a good spot to watch the yearly meteor showers. Armin hadn’t liked it, since there were so too trees blocking the view and there was too much humidity that would put his telescopes at risk.

Mikasa had loved it, though.

And during the weeks leading up to the end of school, she’d dreamed about having him naked in the meadow. After reading about how the full moon increased sexual arousal, she’d determined that the festival night would be the perfect night to do it for the first time, before they left to live in the bigger city.

She hadn’t told Jean because she knew he would freak out the days leading up to it, and instead had decided to study her best to be prepared for the night. Yes, she had read books about first times, and she’d mentally prepared herself for the pain, for the awkwardness of it all.

So far, it had been perfect. But Jean had that beautiful, special talent to make her feel at ease and comfortable anywhere.

Jean went into her slow, his eyes locked on hers as he made his way inside her. Mikasa’s body opened to give way to him; there was a bit of a stinging that came with it, but it was nothing like she’d read in books.

In most romance books, the female lead always described losing her virginity as painful and uncomfortable, but there was nothing painful about Jean entering her. There was a bit of a discomfort and pressure at first, but it was soon overshadowed by the wetness, by his fingers rubbing her clit softly and slowly.

“You are perfect,” he whispered, kissing her forehead and then her lips. She heard her skin connecting to his, and knew that all of him was deep inside her.

“I love you,” Mikasa whispered, holding onto him with both arms.

“I love you too,” Jean replied with a smile, then kissed her again, his tongue rubbing hers. His mouth fell open.

“Can I start moving?” Jean asked, his mouth falling open, his breath erratic. She could feel him twitching inside, she could feel his girth spreading her open, adjusting her muscles to his size.

“Please,”

Jean thrusted into her slowly, pulling back and coming back down with his eyes on her, on the gentle swaying of her breasts. Soon, he pressed his mouth to hers, and then he went looking for her nipples. She had wanted to get them pierced for a while, and she’d done it as soon as she had had the chance and money. She hadn’t told Jean, however. She’d wanted it to be a surprise.

He sucked on her erect nipple, while his hand rubbed her clit with those circular motions she loved so much, and Mikasa cried out in pleasure. His cock was rubbing up against every nerve ending inside her and, sending waves of pleasure across her body.

She ran her hands over his back; he’d grown more muscular this past year, and she adored the feel of his hardened body underneath her fingertips. Her hands landed on his chest as he thrusted in and out of her, and Mikasa gave his nipples a little pinch, like the ones he’d been giving her tonight.

Jean groaned in pleasure and went faster, sending a bit more pain across her lower abdomen, which Mikasa ignored. She propped herself up on her elbows and caught one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking it the way he’d sucked hers.

“Fuck, Mikasa,” he said, and she looked up at him. Jean caught her mouth with his, and both of his hands went to cup her face. “I…need to cum…soon.”

His face was completely red, and when Mikasa squeezed his nipple once more, Jean rolled his eyes to the back of his head in pleasure. “Stop, please,”

“Why?” Mikasa moaned, kissing his neck. His thrusts were faster; she could tell he was still trying to be gentle with her, but he was failing at holding back.

“I’ll cum…I’ll finish too quick,” he grunted, reaching her neck to give kiss her.

“Why is it bad?”

“I haven’t even lasted ten minutes,” he said, grimacing. He wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer, she thought.

“We can try again,” Mikasa replied.

“But, I want to give you a good impression and—”

So, Mikasa leaned forward, burying her face in his neck, and gave his skin a long, gentle suck that didn’t help him at all in holding back.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and started going faster; this wasn’t love making anymore, he was fucking her now, fucking her fast, fucking her hard. Mikasa buried her fingernails in his back, then moved onto another spot in his neck to give it a little suck.

“You’re mine, Kirstein,” she said in a low voice, feeling all the pleasure accumulate inside her loins. Two of his fingers were still rubbing on her clit; but it was obvious he would reach his climax before her. “You’re mine, are you not?”

“I am,” he moaned, his voice a mixture of lust and love she’d become addicted to.

“Then, do what I say,” she whispered. He was fucking her so good, so, so good, but it was clear he wouldn’t withstand it for much longer. They were eighteen; they had their whole lifetimes to make love to each other. “You can cum now, Jean.”

Jean thrusted three more times before he released all his pleasure; he moaned low against her ear, and she felt his cock throbbing inside her as he came. When he became very still and his breathing steadier, Mikasa held onto him, running her hands across his hair, enjoying the feel of his half-hard shaft inside her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered after a while in silence. He lied on his back to stare at her, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment when he looked at the watch on his wrist. “Fucking hell, not even eight minutes? I’m a loser, I’m—”

Mikasa went to lie on his chest, hugging him. “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Jean said, wrapping her body with his muscular arms. “Mika, if you don’t want to see me again, if you don’t—”

She perked up, narrowing her eyes. “Why would I not want to see you again?”

Jean flushed again. “I was a disappointment,”

“I had already come once,” she said, giving the corner of his mouth a little lick.

“Yeah, but you made me come twice,” Jean said, closing his eyes. “I’m a disappointment. So, it’s okay if you want to break up,”

“It’s not a competition, Jean. And you’re overthinking things again,” she said, lying on her side, running her fingers across his nipples. She noticed how her touch made the little hairs on his arms stand up and smiled a little more; she’d found a weak spot. “I don’t want to break up…”

Jean sighed, relieved. “I swear I’ll make it up to you,”

“…I want to get married,” Mikasa finished saying easily. His mouth fell open, but the way she rubbed his nipples was enough to make him struggle at keeping his focus. She smiled again; it was mean to tease him like this, but she loved her Jean flustered, and hard…and she could see his cock beginning to twitch and throb again.

“You want to what?”

“Get married, Kirstein,” she said, leaning into him to kiss his lips. Her hands went to take off the condom they’d used, and she gave his shaft another rub, uncaring about the semen spilling down her hand.

“You are so naughty,” Jean muttered, looking down at his cock at the same time as she did. He looked back at her, with an excited glint in his eyes. “Do you really wanna? Get married, I mean?”

Mikasa nodded, pressing the tip of her finger to the tip of dick, from which all the precum was leaking out of.

“I’ve been wanting to marry you for a whole year,” Jean laughed, and Mikasa smiled back at him. She knew; she’d seen him looking up for engagement rings online. He hadn’t been precisely discreet about his intentions of spending the rest of his life with her.

She adored that.

“I want to make love to you everyday.”

“We can do that no problem,” Jean said, kissing her temple.

“And I want to make babies with you,” she said, sitting up and straddling him. Jean’s hands went to her nipples again, and she guided one of his hands towards the wet spot between her legs. Now, he was properly hard. “We need to be married to make babies.”

“We-we’re so young, though,” Jean stammered, and Mikasa leaned forward to kiss him, arranging her hips so the tip of his cock was pressed against the entrance to her body.

“Not now, Kirstein,” she said, giving him a bunch of tiny kisses on his stubble. “Now, we’re going to practice until we get passed those eight minutes.”

Jean chuckled, and she was glad to know he was past the initial embarrassment. “We need to put a condom on, then,”

“I want you raw,” Mikasa kissed him, then lifted her hips to bring herself down onto him. There was a bit of a stinging that came with having him inside again, but Mikasa welcomed it gladly. She liked how big he was, she knew it would bring her more and more pleasure the more they made love.

“Mikasa!” he protested, but he couldn’t bring himself to push her off him. “Your dad is gonna kill me if you get pregnant…fuck, that feels good.”

She moved up and down, slowly, getting used to the feeling of riding him. “You’ll finish outside. We’ll get a pill,” she said, brushing his lovely light brown hair away from his face. “Right now, we’re going to practice.”

“How much practice will I get tonight?” Jean asked teasingly, making her smile.

“A lot,” she said, kissing his lips. “And then more tomorrow, and the next day, and so on.”

“You’re my dream girl,” he said, whimpering against her lips in both happiness and pleasure. “I want to marry your right now,”

“We already are for all I care,” Mikasa said, pressing her body against his and starting to jump, finding a rhythm at which she could ride him comfortably. He was just so big. She didn’t need any sort of papers to know this was the man she wanted, nobody else. She’d been confused for a while before, but now things were as clear as the naked moon in the sky. He was hers, and she was his. And absolutely nothing would change that fact.

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Precure Day 175

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 27 - “Rin-chan’s Date with a Handsome Ghost!?” Date watched: 24 March 2020 Original air date: 12 August 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/7vdwVuj Transformation Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/6k6SzS0 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

not pictured: a handsome ghost

Are you ready for more summer vacation antics? How about some ghost stories! No, not the gag dub kind, I mean actual ghost stories. Yes, tonight the girls decide to poke around an abandoned wing of their school and wind up in the middle of something bigger than themselves. Let’s dive in!

The Plot

All the girls are gathered around a table in the dark as Komachi tells them the story of Count Rosett, who used to live in a mansion behind the school with his girlfriend, until she died in a tragic accident. The count lived out the rest of his days in sadness and now his spirit returns to the school on the anniversary of her death. Nozomi, Urara, Milk, and Coco are all a little scared by the story, Karen and Nuts seem indifferent or even bored, but Rin is scared out of her mind. So naturally they go check it out.

Over in Nightmare, Kawarino himself summons Arachnea to the office and tells her that while her work is good, if she instills fear into her opponents, then they’ll expend all their energy. Sound advice honestly. With that in mind, she sets off, and begins to haunt the girls on their ghost hunt. How timely! Arachnea plays her card very quickly by bringing a skeleton to life, which makes itself known to Rin and only Rin, so she bolts off down the hallway away from the other girls. Suddenly she runs into another shadowy figure.... who reveals herself as Masuko Mika, who is inexplicably here at the same time with the same objective of finding the ghost and reporting on it.

or they’re doing the fusion dance

Nozomi, Urara, Komachi, Karen, and the fairies continue exploring the school building, trying to find Rin, and end up in a pitch-black classroom. Karen bumps into something, and when they shine the light on it revealing it to be a large statue of a man, she finally gets scared and screams. After Karen calms down, Komachi deduces that this must be Count Rosett, and then they see a large portrait on the wall of a woman who looks a lot like Rin.

or more accurately the animators drew Rin’s head on this random portrait

Rin and Mika continue wandering around until the skeleton reappears and starts chasing both of them. Rin trips and falls but Mika doesn’t stop, so Rin scrambles into a nearby classroom to hide and the skeleton passes her by. This time, though, she comes face to face with yet another specter, as a large shadowy figure reaches for her, and this one isn’t a student.

She freaks right the fuck out and loses consciousness. When she comes to, the other girls are surrounding her and asking what happened. When she explains, Komachi puts the pieces of the puzzle together and deduces that this was Count Rosett, the portrait was of his deceased girlfriend, and he was trying to give Rin a gift for his girlfriend. They convince her to try to meet him again and resolve his centuries-old suffering by accepting the gift. She really does not want to but they beg and plead her and she begrudgingly agrees to try it. Once again she enters the room and lo and behold the shadowy figure reaches for her. However the girls suddenly finds themselves in broad daylight in the courtyard of the school building and adjacent mansion, with a handsome man standing in front of her. He greets her and presents her with a rose-shaped hairpin, but before Rin can explain that she’s not his lover, the sky turns purple and Arachnea makes her appearance. She gloats about this excellent terrain and turns the wandering skeleton into a Kowaina, which is just a giant skeleton with a Kowaina mask on its forehead. Rin and the other girls quickly transform. 

The monster wreaks havoc on the mansion, which Rouge takes special exception to on behalf of the Count, and Arachnea retorts that it doesn’t matter anyway since this is a false world, before reminding Rouge that she had just been deathly afraid of the Count’s ghost mere moments ago. Rouge exclaims that her fear went away when he communicated his feelings and the girls all go on the attack. Mint and Aqua and then Dream and Lemonade perform a nice one-two combo on the monster as Rouge declares that she won’t forgive Nightmare for wrecking the Count’s house, even in an illusion world, and then her brooch glows and she summons her new weapon, the Rouge Tact. She uses it to perform a powered-up version of her finisher: Rouge Burning

The items should have been called Rouge Torch and Dream Tact but what do I know

This attack utterly destroys the Kowaina, and the mansion returns to its former beauty. The girls detransform and Count Rosett once again tries to give Rin the hairpin. She tells him she isn’t the girl he was waiting on, but he responds that she fought so hard for his sake and he just wants her to have it. She smiles the biggest smile and then the Count and the scenery fade away, leaving the girls back in the school building, with Rin still holding the hairpin. As they leave the building, Nozomi teases Rin about possible latent feelings for the Count, and then Mika reappears screaming about how she was chased by a skeleton. Komachi suggests they go back inside and get pictures, but Mika is too afraid to see any more ghosts. However, Rin states that ghosts are just like people, they experience normal feelings and once those feelings are communicated there’s no cause for fear, a marked change from her earlier behavior.

The Analysis

It’s shameless summer filler and it is EXCELLENT. This is how you do low-stakes. It’s fun! It’s a great character spotlight! It takes us new places! It ties into typical summer activities! This plays out like an episode of Scooby-Doo, with a shoujo bent. It’s comedy gold from the very beginning, when Komachi tells a ghost story and the others are varying degrees of afraid and all the way through the episode when Rin is the only one being haunted, either by Arachnea’s interference, classmates, or actual ghosts. The poor girl can’t get a break. But the comedy is done excellently, and the episode is positively filled with wonderful facial expressions (which is why my gallery ballooned to 132 images, a record for a non-movie or finale episode, so check that out).

I love how Karen and Nuts are just so over it all, while Komachi is too excited about the mystery to be scared. It makes sense given her affinity for literature, she’s heard it all before and she just wants to see if there’s any weight to the rumors. Nuts, being well-read and also generally apathetic, is probably just not spooked by ghost stories period. But back to Rin: Nozomi explains how she’s positively terrified by ghosts, and so of course she’s the one that ends up seeing them all, and ultimately meeting Count Rosett in the flesh (sorta) teaches her a valuable lesson that hey, they’re not so bad if you can reach an understanding. I don’t believe this has any lasting impact on her character but I might be wrong. I hope we see some hint of this going forward.

As I said, while Rin is scared out of her wits, the other girls are far from unshakeable. Even Karen, who spends about half of the episode acting bored, finally flips when she bumps into what she thinks is a person in the dark.

Nuts is still unimpressed though

Nozomi and Urara are scared when they start but everyone’s animosities fade away once they find the portrait of Count Rosett’s presumed girlfriend, and all they can think of is trying to get him to meet Rin and put him to final rest.

This and the next episode have really made me realize a problem to the show at this point, however. Since they got rid of Girinma, Nightmare’s only grunt is Arachnea, while Gamao is still wandering around as a free agent, and the two basically alternate episodes. Bunbee is going to dip his toes in the water again in episode 29 but it’s kind of a slog on the villain side until episode 31 when Hadenya and Bloody show up. Gamao is completely unlikeable and Arachnea has all the personality of a loaf of stale bread. Her attempt at being scary here consists of chasing Rin with a skeleton in an already haunted setting. That’s all she can muster. I’m very reticent to give Smile Precure credit for anything but they definitely had a better haunted school episode.

During the battle, Rouge accesses her portion of the Symphony Set for the first time, which is called the Rouge Tact. “Tact” is of course a name that will be reused for various Precure baton weapons in the coming seasons. The wiki says that it’s derived from the German word “taktstock”, which refers to a music conductor’s baton. As for its design, it is a large leaf shape with a handle on one end and an extension on the other which lights on fire. As I quipped above, I think it should have been called “Rouge Torch” while Dream’s baton should have another name, but oh well. The way she uses it is interesting, as you’d expect her to use it to launch a fireball directly at the enemy but she doesn’t. During her normal Rouge Fire attack, she creates a burning butterfly from the back of her hand and then palmstrikes it into the monster. Here, instead, she ignites the tact, then in a single motion she swoops the flame in front of her as the butterfly separates from her hand, she releases the tact and grabs it with her right hand as she pulls back with her left for a palmstrike and the burning butterfly shoots towards her enemy. A lot happens in a short time but the effect isn’t dramatically different from her normal attack, and rather than shooting a stream of fire directly from the tact she just uses it like a lighter. Once again, it suggests the staff weren’t sure how to incorporate the Symphony Set into the show.

I appreciate them remembering that Masuko Mika exists but it’s a really big coincidence that she’s here on this night. The script didn’t make it clear whether the ghost was spotted on one night every year, or every month, or just randomly. If they had clarified that, it may have made more sense for her to appear. I’m glad they’re trying to incorporate her but all she really does is scare Rin, sneak around, and then run off at the first sign of actual spookiness. Bring her into the group dang it! Make her a friend of the precures. Minor complaint.

From a cinematorgraphy standpoint this episode has some really cool camera shots. My absolute favorite is this zoom back from the abandoned wing of the school:

And later on the inverse: a zoom in and tilt upwards to look at the portrait of the lady that resembles Rin:

These scenes help to breathe some energy into the episode and provide atmosphere, enhancing the creepy and mysterious mood of the place.

Then there’s this sequence where the girls are trying to convince Rin to go find Count Rosett again, where the camera dollies back in stages and then shifts right to look at Karen.

I don’t remember seeing complex camerawork like this in previous episodes so to have so many of these unique shots in one episode is really cool and it makes me want to see more of it.

Finally, while this isn’t a very complicated shot, I like this bit from the fight where Dream and Lemonade perform a double kick in perfect sync.

I’m a sucker for cool fight choreorgraphy and this fits the bill. Sure, we’ve seen other more complex fights in this season alone but I like to call them all out when I find them.

(reminder: you can find higher resolution copies of these gifs in my gallery, I have to keep them under 2 MB for Tumblr)

All told, this episode is a fantastic summer ghost story. It balances comedy with an interesting mystery and provides Rin with just enough character growth to justify her unlocking her new finisher. It’s got some wonderful facial expressions that you can find in my gallery and it’s only brought down a little by its unerwhelming villain.

Next time, another summer staple: it’s time for a festival! Look forward to it!

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Closing the Distance

Synopsis:  Shinsou Mika, friends with Kozume Kenma and Kuroo Tetsurou since they were first years in middle school. All three participated in volleyball up until highschool. Halfway through Kenma's first year and Kuroo's second year at Nekoma, Mika moves to Korea due to her parents' work. The three fall out of touch. Then. halfway through her third year, Mika returns, and Nekoma is still in need of a volleyball manager.

Read on AO3~ This updates two weeks ahead

When he woke up that morning, Kuroo felt as if something was going to happen that day. It was almost as if his volleyball instincts had carried over into real life. He felt as if a wing spiker would go for a tap rather than a spike. Something unexpected was going to happen today. He just hoped that he would be able to figure it out before it happened.

He groaned as he pulled himself out of bed, knowing that if he didn't get up and moving then he would be late for morning practice. It didn't take him long to get up and ready for the day and soon, he was on his way to school. He met up with Kenma along the way, the shorter boy already playing his video games.

"Do you ever put that thing down?" Kuroo questioned, raising a brow at Kenma who shrugged in response.

"During class, games, and practice," Kenma replied nonchalantly. Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck, concern evident on his face. He knew that Kenma wasn't the type to get overly excited about things other than his games, but still... He had to put some effort into other things.

"Oh! Kuroo-San! Kenma-San!" Both Kuroo and Kenma turned their heads to see Lev running towards them. "Did you hear? A new student is coming today! Maybe we can recruit them to be our manager!" He stated excitedly, energy practically radiating off of him.

Kuroo raised a brow at Lev. "Eh? A new kid? This late in the school year?" He questioned shifting the weight of his bag as they walked. Lev nodded, basically hopping like a child as he walked. "And what makes ya think anyone would wanna be around your loud ass?" He asked, a smirk rising on his lips as Lev pouted.

"Awe... You're so mean Kuroo-San!!" Lev whined as he hunched his shoulders over, making himself a good four inches shorter. Kuroo couldn't help but laugh at the childish antics as they walked onto the school grounds.

"Stop your pouting and let's go get changed," Kuroo said, slapping both Kenma and Lev's backs, pushing them to the volleyball club room. When they got into the club room, Yaku was already on his way out to start setting up the nets in the gym.

"Oh, good morning," He said upon seeing the three. "Lev, we're practicing on your receives today," He said before heading down to the gym as Lev started whining again.

"Receives again? I wanna spike today!" Lev pouted. Yaku looked over his shoulders at Lev and raised a brow, challenging Lev to talk back to him again. Lev ran to quickly change, not wanting his punishment to be any worse than it already was. Kuroo couldn't help but roll his eyes at both of them as he walked into the club room to get changed.

Morning practice went off without a hitch... Well, maybe one hitch. Lev almost looked dead after practice that morning. Yaku hadn't taken it easy on the first year, going all out on his tosses and passes. The only thing that seemed to motivate Lev was Yaku threatening him and accusing of him being weaker than Hinata... Which at this point, wasn't very far off.

It was when Kuroo got into his morning class he noticed how everyone seemed to be buzzing with excitement. He turned in his chair to look at the girl who sat behind him. A foreign exchange student from America spending her final year at Nekoma. "Oi Haley." The girl looked up from her book and raised a brow at Kuroo. "What's everyone shittin' their pants about?" Haley sighed as she shut her book and shook her head.

"You shouldn't use that type of language at school. And they're talking about the new student in class 3-4," She said as she leaned forward, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. "They're really excited to see the new girl," She murmured as Kuroo raised a brow.

"Why the hell are they excited?" Kuroo questioned, scratching his ear as he tried to think of reasons.

"Apparently she's another exchange student. I heard she's from Korea," Haley stated as she watched her classmates go crazy for no apparent reason. "I hope the poor girl can handle the attention. I heard there was a line of people outside her classroom trying to look at her."

Kuroo couldn't help but laugh at the thought of people lining up outside a classroom just to meet someone. He knew that the guys in his school were desperate but like this? Now, this was just sad. He was about to comment Haley when their teacher walked into class. "Everyone, take your seats," They said causing everyone to scary to their seats. Kuroo was quick to get into his school mindset, completely forgetting about the conversation between him and Haley.

The class went by fairly slowly for him. He couldn't explain it, but the feeling of something happening kept something back to him. As the day went on, the feeling just kept getting stronger and stronger. When lunch passed by and afternoon classes were almost over, he knew that something was going to happen at practice. Maybe Lev was finally going to be able to receive a ball correctly? Was Yaku finally going to lose his shit? Was Yamamoto going to come to the club with a manager candidate?

Kuroo couldn't help but snort at the last thought. Like anyone would want to put up with their rowdy asses for the remainder of the school year. He sighed and glanced out the window, letting his mind wander a bit, thinking about what would happen. Little did he know, someone was already coming up with a plan on what to do during his practice.

Mika took a deep breath as the final bell of class rang. She stood from her seat, grabbing her bag as someone ran up to her. Another girl in her class who she couldn't remember the name of. "Shinsou-Chan, you should come to hang out with my friends and me!" The girl exclaimed a bright smile on her face. Mika blinked in surprise before smiling softly.

"Ah- thank you very much for the offer but I'm afraid I already have plans," She said politely as she adjusted her bag in her hands. The girl raised a brow at Mika and crossed her arms.

"Really? What plans do you have?" The girl questioned, tilting her head to the side.

"I'm going to go look for some old friends I used to go to school with," Mika explained with a soft smile. "The volleyball club still practices in the same gym right?" She asked. The girl raised a brow but nodded slowly. "Alright thank you! We can hang out another time okay?" Mika suggested before she headed out of the classroom. The girl slowly blinked before scratching her cheek lightly.

"Did she used to go to school here?" The girl asked herself before shrugging her shoulders and heading back to her friend group.

Mika practically ran across the school grounds towards the gym. The pounding in her heart seemed to go faster than the pounding of her feet against the pavement. When she saw the gym, she could feel her heart pounding even faster as she slowed down. The gym doors were open, allowing Mika to peek inside. She was surprised to already see a few people inside. She glanced around, looking for her friends, wondering if they were still in the club.

"Who are you?" The voice that came behind Mika startled her, causing her to quickly turn around. She blinked, surprised to see a boy slightly smaller than her standing in front of her.

"H-huh?" She muttered before quickly regaining her composure. "A-ah sorry! I'm Shinsou Mika! I'm sorry if I was overstepping any boundaries, I was looking for a couple of friends of mine," She quickly said offering the boy a quick smile. The boy raised a brow at her before smiling softly.

"You're alright. I'm Shibayama Yuki. It's a pleasure to meet you Shinsou-San," He said, smiling softly at her. "Who are you looking for?" He questioned with a raised brow.

"Kuroo Tetsurou and Kozume Kenma," Mika responded before rubbing the back of her neck. "To be honest, I'm not even sure if they still play," She said awkwardly with a small laugh. Yuki couldn't help but laugh as well.

"Well, I hope our team captain and setter don't quit on us anytime soon. You're welcome to come in and wait inside if you like," He said, stepping into the gym. "Practice doesn't start for another half an hour." Mika glanced around the gym before she walked in, cautious of her shoes. She made sure to stick to one of the walls, making sure not to track too much dirt in. She looked around the gym taking a deep breath as relax slightly. A soft smile coaxed up her lips, realizing that nothing seemed to change around the gym.

"Mika?" Mika turned her head, surprised to see Yaku. A big smile replaced her previous one.

"Yakkun!" She exclaimed as she walked over to him. The two hugged each other as Yaku looked at her in confusion.

"Mika, what are you doing here? And why are you wearing a school uniform? Wait are you the transfer student?!" He exclaimed as Mika laughed and pulled away from their hug.

"Yeah, I am. I just got back a few days ago," She said as she set down her bag. "I'm glad to see you're still in the club Yakkun. I hope you haven't beat up too many people since I've been gone," She said as Yaku grimaced. Mika couldn't help but laugh again. "I'll take that as a maybe." Yaku shook his head and looked back at Mika.

"Why didn't you say you were coming back? We haven't talked in almost a year. What have you been up to?" Yaku questioned as Mika rubbed the back of her neck.

"Ah, w-well I moved back with my mom. We're living with my Auntie at the moment. I also had to get rid of my old phone and I wasn't able to retrieve any of my old contacts. I tried getting ahold of you through social media, but I guess none of my messages got through," She explained with a small shrug of her shoulders. "But I'm here now! I'm going to finish my senior year and go to university here as well."

Yaku smiled softly before he hugged Mika again. "Well, I'm glad to see you back. Kuroo and Kenma should be here soon," He explained, pulling away from the hug again.

"Yaku-San! Do I have to practice receives today?" Lev cried as he walked into the gym. Once he spotted Mika he quickly shut up and looked down at the girl. He blinked a couple of times before tilting his head to the side. "Is this our new manager?" He asked bluntly.

"Oi, show some respect for your seniors!" Yaku yelled as he grabbed Lev's shirt and forced him into a bow.

"A-ah that's okay! He doesn't know who I am anyway Yakkun!" Mika quickly said as Yaku glared at Lev. Yaku huffed and released Lev, crossing his arms.

"Titan, this is Shinsou Mika. She's a friend of ours so be nice to her got it?"

"Wha- I'm always nice though!" Lev whined as he stood back up. He pouted before looking at Mika and smiling softly. "It's nice to meet you Shinsou-San! I'm Haiba Lev," He introduced himself. Mika blinked a couple of times before returning the smile.

"It's nice to meet you Lev-Kun! I take it you're a first-year here?" Mika responded. Lev nodded and smiled brightly.

"Yeah! I'm the ace of Nekoma!" He exclaimed. Mika glanced at Yaku who just sighed and shook his head before looking back at Lev.

"Well, I'll have to see you play in one of your games then, Ace!" She replied. Lev's eyes seemed to sparkle while Yaku's looked dark.

"Please don't encourage-"

"Yaku-San! Let's work on receives!" Lev exclaimed. Mika quickly made the connection to a new puppy. Yaku looked at Lev slightly surprised before smiling and shaking his head.

"Set up the net first and then we will," Yaku ordered as Lev took off to get things set up. Mika chuckled softly at their relationship before she heard more voices coming from outside. She couldn't help but smile brightly when she saw Nobuyuki and some other kids she figured were second years.

"Yuki-Kun!" Mika yelled, causing Nobuyuki to look up. He blinked when he saw Mika standing in the gym waving at him. The second years, Yamamoto, Inuoka, Teshiro, and Fukunaga all looked confused when they saw the female. Once he realized who she was, he ran up to her and wrapped her in a tight up.

"Mika-chan, you're back," Nobuyuki said, smiling. Mika laughed softly as she hugged him back.

"It's good to see you too Yuki-Kun," She replied as they pulled away from the hug. She looked toward the second years and smiled before bowing. "Hello, I'm Shinsou Mika. I'm an old friend of your seniors," She introduced herself.

Yamamoto gasped before he bowed deeply. "It's a pleasure to meet you Shinsou-San! I am Yamamoto Taketora! I have a question for you if you don't mind!" Mika blinked, surprised by the sudden eagerness form the second year.

"Uh- Not at all," She replied. Next thing she knew, Yamamoto was on his knees in front of her, holding her hand.

"Would you please be our manager?!" Yamamoto practically yelled. Mika looked at him in shock.

"U-um..."

"Ignore him," Teshiro said, stepping forward and prying Yamamoto away from Mika. "We're the only ones in our division without a manager so he asks every single person he meets," He explained before bowing slightly. "I'm Teshiro Tamahiko. It's a pleasure to meet you," Teshiro introduced himself.

Mika quickly shook her head and smiled softly. "It's alright. I was just surprised is all," She said. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Teshiro-Kun." She looked at Fukunaga and Inuoka. "And who are you two?"

Inuoka bowed deeply. "Inuoka So! It's an honor to meet the friend of our seniors, Shinsou-Senpai!" Fukunaga simply bowed his head.

"Fukunaga Shohei," He said bluntly and in a soft voice. Mika glanced between the group, somewhat surprised to see such a dynamic group of people.

Mika smiled and clasped her hands behind her back. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you! I hope to get to know you all better over the year," She said causing Yamamoto to come to the brink of tears.

Yaku sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, go start your warm-ups and stop bothering her!" He ordered, causing the second years to take off, helping Lev set up the nets and do their warm-ups. Mika laughed softly before she turned back to Nobuyuki and Yaku.

"I see you have them whipped into shape," She said, shifting her weight onto one foot. Nobuyuki chuckled softly and crossed his arms.

"It's mainly thanks to Kuroo. He's been pretty tough on them lately with the next training camp coming up in a couple of weeks," Nobuyuki explained as he watched his juniors. Mika glanced between the two, noticing how different they look from when she last saw them. Back then, they stood around the same height and now Nobuyuki was so much taller than both of them. They both developed their muscles over the year she had been gone. She was surprised to see how many small things changed with them.

"Lev the net is upside down!" Mika was pulled out of her trance to hear Yamamoto yelling.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Lev quickly apologized as they started to take the net down again.

"How is that even possible?" Mika mumbled as she tilted her head to the side in confusion.

Yaku sighed for the umpteenth time today and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Things are going to be chaos when we leave," He muttered before he walked onto the court, already yelling at the juniors. Nobuyuki chuckled before looking back at Mika.

"I have to go help warm up. Kuroo and Kenma should be here soon though," He said. Mika nodded in response, watching Nuboyuki run off to help. Mika couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Yaku yelling at Lev. The height difference was just too amusing. Nobuyuki helped Inuoka and Yamamoto reset the net while Shibayama and Teshiro got the ball carts. Fukunaga was busy cleaning up the floors to make sure they were practice worthy. Mika couldn't help but smile at the sight of the team. It had changed so much in the past year, but at the same time, it was still the same. The same atmosphere and the same sportsmanship. Everyone has the same amount of respect for the other.

"Eh? Mika?" Mika turned to her head, surprised to see Coach Nekomata and Coach Naoi.

"A-ah Coach! Hello!" She exclaimed, bowing deeply. Nekomata couldn't help but laugh while Naoi smiled fondly.

"Well well well! Looks like we have our little cheerleader back! How had Korea been treating you?" Nekomata asked, smiling brightly. Mika stood up straight, smiling brightly at her old coaches.

"Good! I am very glad to be back home though," She said, earning a laugh from Nekomata.

"That's great to hear! Make yourself comfortable. You know you're always welcome here." Mika nodded in response.

"Thank you for having me, coach. I'm very happy to be back." Nekomata chuckled and gently ruffled Mika's hair.

"Come on, let's go take a seat," Naoi said, leading Mika over to the benches set up by the court. Mika takes a seat, placing her bag down next to her. She glances towards the gym door, anxious at when Kuroo and Kenma will come in. She started tapping her foot against the ground, a nervous habit of hers. It felt as if an eternity went by when it was only a couple minutes before she heard voices coming toward the gym.

"Don't blame me when you go blind playing games all the time."

"You can't go blind. I already looked it up."

"Why would you look up something like that?!"

Mika couldn't help but smile brightly, their voices so distinct that she could easily recognize who they belonged to. It was only when Kuroo and Kenma walked into the gym did Mika lose her breath. They looked so different it was hard to believe they were the same people. "Hey, guys! Look who's here!" Yaku called out, quickly pointing to Mika. Kuroo and Kenma looked at her in confusion.

Mika quickly stood from her seat smiling softly. "Hi," She said softly with a small wave. It didn't take long for both of them to realize who you were.

The first thing that Kuroo saw when he looked at Mika was her hair. Long chestnut brown hair held back by a thin headband. bangs hanging loosely in front of her face. Next was her face. She had pale skin, a thin face, and honey-colored eyes. Next was the uniform. Their school uniform.

"Mika?" Kuroo muttered, confused, and shocked. Mika simply nodded.

"It's good to see you Kuroo. You to Kenma, I see you still play video games a lot," She said somewhat awkwardly, rubbing her arm. Kenma glanced down at his device before quickly putting it away and walking over to Mika. Mika met him halfway, pulling him into a tight hug.

"You're here?" Kenma muttered still in shock. Mika nodded and buried her face into his shoulder. Kenma couldn't help but smile softly as he tightened his grip around Mika. After a moment, the two pull away and Mika looks toward Kuroo who's just standing and watching.

"Kuroo?" She asked softly, getting nervous by his reaction. Kuroo walked toward Mika, his expression unreadable. Mika swallowed the growing lump in her throat as Kuroo took each step closer. He stood in front of her, only a foot away. His gaze pierced through her as if waiting for his imagination to take away the image. "Kuroo? Are you alright?" She asked, causing Kuroo to finally realize that Mika was indeed standing in front of him.

"Mika..." He trailed off and place a hand on top of her head. Mika blinked in confusion before he took his other hand to squeeze her face. "Why the hell didn't you ever answer my texts or call!?" He yelled as Mika squicked.

"H-hey stop squeezing my face!"

"Not until you tell me why you have been ignoring me!"

"I haven't! I got a new phone!"

"Eh?! That's the best excuse?!"

"K-Kuroo-San," Inuoka interrupted. "Aren't you happy to see her?" He asked, confused. Kuroo looked at him conf "Huh? Of course, I'm happy! Don't I look happy!?" Kuroo yelled as Mika slapped his hand away.

"No, you don't you donkey face! Is that the first thing you say to me?! At least I greeted you first dumbass!" She yelled back with a huff before crossing her arms. Kuroo looked down at Mika and placed his hands on his hips.

"Oi who're ya calling a dumbass?!"

"You, you dumbass!"

"Enough!" Nekomata yelled, causing both teens to freeze up. "Both of you, ten laps! No cursing in my gym!" Mika blinked a couple of times and looked at her old coach.

"But-"

"No buts!" Nekomata yelled crossing his arms. Naoi sighed softly and shook his head.

"Sir, Mika-chan is wearing a skirt and her school shoes," He said as Nekomata blinked a couple of times.

"Oh right... Tetsurou, ten laps! Mika, you just sit down." Kuroo gapped like a fish at his coach as Mika smiled in glory.

"Enjoy your laps donkey face," She said as she walked back toward her seat.

"Oi wait for a second," Kuroo said, grabbing Mika's wrist and pulling her into a hug. "Glad to have you back jerk," He said, hugging her tightly. Mika couldn't help but smile and hug him back.

"Glad to be back donkey."

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