"Fucking what?"

The quarterback barked, sputtering out a few droplets of his coffee as he did so.

"Words Youichi! Words," warned the auburn haired angel as she huffed, and continued fiddling with her apron. "I asked you so politely, the least you could do is give back a civil response-"

"-Damn manager," he stubbornly shouldered on, to which she gave out a reluctant sigh, "you didn't answer my fuckin' question." He tossed the unfinished newspaper on the table... and slowly approached her at the counter...

"Well you didn't bother to answer mine either! And i know you heard me the first time..." she retorted, not noticing that the was already strategically, and well, dangerously positioned behind her.

"Hng...So you are serious..." he concluded, whispering in her ear.

His hot breath kissed that bit of exposed skin near her neck, sending an involuntary chill down her spine.

Mamori gasped and spun around... "Y-Youichi!" he was leaning closer now. She had to arch backward to keep that distance wide. "D-Don't startle other people like that." she weakly said.

There was something in his intense and calculating gaze that made her knees go wobbly... and made her cheeks turn profusely red.

"Tell me why," Youichi began... "why would I want to teach you?"

"... Well, I'm surprised you didn't think of it..." she let out a small chuckle at his cocked brow. He wasn't following her train of thought.

"Blackmail," she clarified. "You'll finally have blackmail material on me..."

"Ah..." he grinned and pushed himself closer. "I see." He placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her within his tall frame. "But I already have blackmail material on you."

He grinned even wider. "Truth is, you just want me to kiss you. Don't you... fucking manager...?"

She was flustered. "D-Don't be so full of yourself! I just need experience! I'm going on a date this Saturday and my friends said- mmf."

Well...

... he never got the full explanation. The word "date" was already enough persuasion.

If anyone were to barge into the clubhouse right now, their innocent eyes would be horrified at the scene.

For here was the devil, with a half open shirt, ravishing the lips of the angel; her skirt was ever lightly askew.

Slick hands were roughly grazing her soft skin as her breathing became more rapid and needy.

Sensually rolling his tongue around hers… the pleasure and the aching they both felt was just indescribable.

The sight of her aroused face, her scent, the sounds she made, her touch - all of her assaulted his senses.

He was incredibly turned on.

And she was so helplessly seduced.

- But then a loud thud interrupted them. A football had collided with the window.

He gave her lower lip a frustrated and final nip before taking a step back. She had to brace herself against the counter to keep herself from collapsing.

"That was a kiss." His voice was a bit husky. "Anything less," he paused, slowly tracing her lips with his thumb "is done by a fucking toddler, attempting to pass off a half-assed peck. Got it?"

She gave a curt nod as he adjusted his shirt and kicked open the clubhouse door.

Still flushed from the intensity of their previous activity, she tried to straighten out her uniform.

Well... Mamori never went on the date.

And a new hand signal found its way into their secret code - for the times she felt like learning, or that he felt like teaching.