A/N: I—holy hell, what did I just write. I swear, this started from a prompt of first kisses and then, I don't know what happened.

It's still short though.

Disclaimer: AnKyou has finished without a clear ending, do you honestly think I own it.

The first time Akari kisses it's with another actor, one who is not that much older than her but one who has already kissed before. There's no spark of chemistry, no effervescent delight, and only the insistent press of lips against lips. It's completely different from the romance novels she has read to prepare herself for this scene so as she leans back she is disappointed, her heart aflutter, and the director yells at them: cut, cut, cut!, because she wasn't showing enough feelings, and for goodness' sake, is this her first time kissing someone?

There is nothing great about trying to eat each other's faces, she decides.

She also decides to revoke her statement as she falls into Nagisa and the chair, wrapped up in a tangle of limbs. His hands are on her hips and in her hair as they move apart, breathing for the air that they lack so much, and hers are around his collar, wrinkling the fabric and she notes that later, she would have to remind him to smoothen it down. The air heats up every time she pants and she can't get any cool relief from it at all, even though she's sure that nothing can be warmer than her face and his hands tracing circles on her hips.

Nagisa's right hand slides down from her hair to the back of her neck and he pulls her down, face tilting up to meet hers and she molds her lips to his. Every time they kiss it is a constant battle of dominance because she is Yukimura Akari and he is Shiota Nagisa, but every time she loses, courtesy of their teacher's teachings.

And then she is reminded of how he lost his first kiss to Bitch-sensei, and gets furiously angry at that fact even though it is simply the pot calling the kettle black, and something that happened a long time ago. She moves away first, and he chases her lips for a while before she resolutely shoves her hands against his chest and stands up, leaning back into the table.

"I," she pants out (she is sure her face is still warm and her disheveled clothes don't make her matters any better), "despise you."

And she adds on, almost as an afterthought: "And Bitch-sensei."

Nagisa only smiles because it is a matter they have discussed extensively and he is used to her random bouts of jealousy (which then trigger his own, not that she knows, not that he will admit it). He stands and moves forward, planting one hand on the smooth mahogany table, on either side of her hips, effectively trapping her while he looks down into her amber eyes.

"And I," he continues smiling, "despise you too."

Then he leans down and captures her lips in another heated kiss.