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A/N: IT'S MAMOUSA WEEK 2019 YALL! So let's cut to the chase and get to the writing below. (yay I actually wrote SOMETHING finally)

The first day is free day so anything is on the table. BIG thank you to Mamaladykt for betaing this chapter on such short notice, seriously THANK YOU. It means so much to me!

Setting: College AU with a trope or two thrown in lol Yea, it has some length too but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warning: Gets a bit mature-ish at the end but I would say definitely T rated, not NSFW

So enjoy whatever my mind thought of lol

My Boyfriend's Best Friend

The music seemed to shake the whole house, pulsing through the trembling floor and into a swaying sea of bodies. Although currently, the heavy pop beat was making Usagi struggle to hear any conversations directed at her or about her.

"...my girlfriend, Tsukino Usagi," Motoki introduced her.

The petite brunette in front of her flashed a bright smile at her and extended her hand, lips moving but not a single word made it to Usagi's ears.

Hoping the girl said something along the lines of "nice to meet you", she took her hand while smiling back, and nodding.

Then it was shuffling to the next group of friends, faces that she could barely outline in the dark and voices she had to strain to hear, then it was off to the next group with the arm wrapped around her waist tightening, and the constant reek of cheap alcohol hanging in the thick air.

It was the kind of university house party she had always dreamed of attending, one where her every sense was being bombarded with intoxicating smells, thundering sounds, body contact at all angles as you squeezed through tight groups of people. In some rooms, it seemed to be designated as just dancing, then in the next it was a cluster of people gathered around a round of drinking games. The electricity crackled in the atmosphere and Usagi couldn't keep the smile off her face as she was guided by Motoki's hand, through the crowds, greeting random strangers along the way.

She lost count of how many groups they met (how big is this house?!) when they finally settled at an aged couch with a few people. Though, just as she snuggled into the crook of his arm, a loud growl rumbled in the pit of her stomach reminding her that it was time for a midnight snack.

"There's a table full of chips and stuff in the kitchen," one of them answered her when she asked.

"I'll be right back," she whispered.

Slipping through various rooms, she found the well lit, and thankfully for her, peaceful kitchen. A few partygoers sat on the dining room chairs or were standing and conversing. Along one wall was a table full of colored bowls and drinks. On cue, her stomach made it's desires known again.

Minutes later, Usagi was moaning into cookies, chocolate bars, anything that made her stomach growl was promptly picked up and it was soooo good and they had chocoballs!

"Are you okay?"

"U'm fine," she answered with chunks of chocolate melting in her mouth, and after washing it down with some water, she turned to her concerned neighbor. "I just needed-"

Her throat ran dry, everything in the environment dulling to a low murmur, and speech no longer existed for her when she locked eyes with the deepest, most gorgeous shade of blue, and inky black fringe perfectly framing the two endless pools of color.

"...a snack."

Usagi was sure she imagined it, but he seemed to pause for a second as well, taking her in like she had him. If he had, he snapped back to reality faster than she did.

"It just looked like you needed a room alone with that Kit Kat bar," he said, a smirk forming on his lips while those beautiful eyes danced with amusement.

She flushed under his gaze and broke into an embarrassed smile. "To be fair, it's the best flavor."

He kept going, still so amused. "And which flavor is that?"

She pursed her lips, forcing her eyes to center on his perfect face and not his long legs, or the trimmed waist leaning on the table, and confidently answered. "Strawberry."

"Really?" he questioned, quirking one of those sexy eyebrows. "I'm more of a fan of just plain chocolate."

"Oh there's nothing wrong with just chocolate," she conceded, "But strawberry? There's nothing better than the taste of the best fruit ever."

He chuckled, fidgeting with a water bottle. "I don't know."

"Do you not like strawberries or something?!" He was a near stranger but she looked at him with complete, utter betrayal.

His nose wrinkled in disgust. "I don't like them on a chocolate bar."

She huffed, grabbing one of the wrapped candies, and broke one of the rectangles in two. So determined to defend her favorite taste, her confidence didn't start to waver until her hand was mere inches away from the man's mouth and her body right in front of his. "I dare you to try it, and not love it."

He paused, eyes still sparkling, and eyebrows arched, probably wondering if she was serious or not. Those eyes darkened, gazing to her close hand then to her.

After a moment of exchanging challenging stares, her new tall, handsome friend dropped the bottle he had in his hands onto the table, leaned forward, and slipped the piece of candy perched on her fingers, into his mouth. Usagi will never know how she didn't shudder when his lips brushed her fingertips, or how she swallowed down her little gasp at his proximity.

Securing the candy in his mouth, he stepped away (she could smell his spicy scent and so badly wanted to lean in) and chewed on it thoughtfully.

He licked his lips and kept an expressionless face.

"Sooo….declaration of love?" she managed to ask with sarcasm.

He smacked his lips. "Mhmm…. nope, didn't fall in love."

Suddenly she forgot all about his soft lips and endless eyes, and couldn't stop her mouth from falling open. "WHAT?!"

"Sorry to crush her hopes Odango Atama." And this man had the audacity to run his fingers through her hair ('okay it felt amazing but not the point') and pull one of the long pigtails.

"Are you making fun of my hair?!"

The smirk. Again. "No, I'm making fun of your hairstyle. Your hair is perfect."

A blush surfaced on both their faces when the words sank in. "Your hair being perfectly clean and, you know not-not dirty I mean…" he corrected, running a hand through his hair and she saw the slight tremble he had.

"Thank you?" A bright smile emerged from her and she saw his little nod. He made a move to leave almost, and everything in her panicked. She didn't even know his name or where to find him or if he wanted to eat another piece of food off her fingers.

Her every sense, every inch of her, screamed to not let him go so quickly and she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Wait-"

When he faced her again, that sensation happened again. It was cliche, even for a hopeless romantic like her, to say it was just a spark that happened, but it was something different, harder to describe.

The music, the smells, everything that had attacked her senses melted away, and she could only see his eyes, which were concerned, confused, although so calm….

"Hey you guys met each other already?!"

Motoki's voice pulled them from their own little world and back into the nearly empty kitchen.

"Motoki."

They looked at each other in complete shock as both said his name.

"Hey Mamoru!" Usagi watched in horror as Motoki hugged the man she had been admittedly flirting with.

"Hi Motoki," Mamoru (was that his name?) greeted back.

Motoki flashed smiles to them both and slung his arm around her. "This is the girl I was talking to you about. Chiba Mamoru, meet Tsukino Usagi, my girlfriend."

His eyes widened in pure horror.

"Tsukino Usagi, meet Chiba Mamoru, my best friend."

Her eyes matched his look. Fuck.

He watched from across the room as she and Motoki talked seriously about something. Her pigtails swished around as she shook her head and her fingers twisted one of the buttons on her denim jacket around.

Mamoru could see it. They both had that warm, friendly glow, the relative ease of talking to complete strangers. The ability to make everyone they talk to, like them. It was clear how they both had gravitated to each other.

Of course, someone like her would be in a relationship, and of course it would end up being with his only friend.

He had been shamelessly flirting with Motoki's girlfriend, he had eaten candy off Motoki's girlfriend's fingers, he had given Motoki's girlfriend a nickname. My god, he had thought about kissing Motoki's girlfriend.

A hand ran down his face, a disgusting ball of guilt building up in his gut at what he did. There he had been, flirting with her while she was probably being herself, all friendly and warm and hilarious, not realizing…

Now he knew, and all the fuzzy feelings should immediately go away because now he knew, it meant nothing, just a few exchanges of conversation and a few laughs.

'Just be polite to her, pretend she's just like Reika - a friend of a friend.'

And it worked, the sensations slipped away from him. Peace settled and his heart beat normally in his chest.

Well it worked until his gaze would land on her again. Her chunky high heels, legs in black stockings, short mini shirt, long silky hair pulled into buns, dazzling cerulean eyes….

He swallowed, snapped his eyes shut. 'It was literally a few minutes of conversation, you didn't even know her name until Motoki said it.'

He breathed out, wondering why it was so hard. She was cute - beautiful - but something else kept his mind coming back to her, replaying her laugh in his ear, the image of her smile always appearing, and he couldn't stop any of it.

He chugged his water. 'Motoki, Motoki, Motoki, Motoki…'

"You didn't tell him?!"

"I didn't even know he was coming to this party and I never thought… wait you've never met Mamoru before. Why are you so upset about this?"

Usagi stilled, complete deer in headlights. "Because-uh.."

"Do you like him?" Motoki questioned with a sly smile.

"NO!" she denied, resisting the redness that was coming through on her face. "I just wished you-you didn't even tell your 'best friend' of all people, the truth!"

He rolled his eyes. "Hey Mamoru, just so you know I bringing a fake girlfriend to that party on Saturday so that people can stop asking me how I am after my break-up?"

"Yea, that totally sounds perfect to me."

"Usagi!"

"Motokiiii…" she whined. "I know I promised I would help you for one night-"

"And you'll get to have an unlimited supply of milkshakes and have the hook-up to as many house parties as you want on campus."

She mindlessly licked her lips. 'The milkshakes…'

"And then after tonight, I'll anncouce we broke up and everything's back to normal."

She nodded, knowing she had enthusiastically agreed to this fake dating scheme. Motoki was like her brother and it was one night of lying, and it had seemed like a great idea. Twisting her head around, she caught sight of Mamoru in the corner, downing his water. She almost laughed at how concentrated he seemed.

"Usagi, if you want to stop or leave, we can," Motoki asked, serious and concerned.

She shook her head, smiling. "No, I'm fine."

'Just a party, just a favor, just one night….'

She looked over to Mamoru again, his tall statue towering over the table.

'And just a guy.'

"Sooo, uh where did you guys meet?" Mamoru asked the two, attempting conversation.

"She's been coming by the arcade for awhile, we became friends, and well," Motoki shrugged, "It just kind of happened."

"Yup," Usagi agreed, sloshing the liquid around in her cup.

Mamoru nodded, thinking of what else he could possibly ask that wasn't awkward. "How long have you…"

"A few weeks," she answered that time, smile shining bright, though strained.

'What are you doing Chiba?' he asked himself. 'Leave, just leave and forget about this.'

"Attention all partygoers," a voice bellowed out above the quieting music. "For any that are interested in getting wasted and having a good time while doing it, follow me!"

"Oh god Toshio," Motoki groaned.

Usagi looked around confused as people shuffled out of the room and into another. "Wait what's happening?"

"Toshio, one of the hosts, always does this drinking game," Mamoru explained, titling his head towards the moving crowd. "It's called Ring of Fire and it's like a card game and drinking game combined or something."

To his surprise, the blonde's entire face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh my god that's so cool! I've never played a drinking game before! Do you guys want to go?!"

The dirty blonde shook his head. "I can't, I'm driving tonight. But Mamoru…."

Then those pleading, pale blue eyes directed their attention towards him. "Ah-I don't really…. um..." he hesitated.

"Please," she begged, those eyes.

"I-uhm…"

"You two have fun," Motoki called as Usagi dragged him through the crowd and into the next room.

"Chiba Mamoru," a tall, lanky guy smirked as he came up to them. "Never thought I'd have such an esteemed, honorable student show up to one of my parties."

"Hi Toshio," he greeted, looking around at the small room, couches and chairs lining all four walls, a cleared space in the middle of the room.

"Who's this," his classmate asked, head nodding to Usagi, "Your girlfriend or something."

His eyes widened and he shook his head swiftly. "Uh no, no, no, just a friend."

"Who's a girl," Usagi added, brightly. "Nice to meet you!"

"Well you guys can have a seat anywhere that's available, make sure you have a full cup, and have fun," Toshio explained, winking at Usagi.

Mamoru scanned the room for spots that would mean less contact with her but the room was filling up quickly.

"Maybe we shou-"

"Right here!" His blonde companion pulled both of them down on a couch, packed together with others.

"Okay," he mumbled, trying to scoot away from her but was blocked.

"Well let's get going!" Toshio walked to the middle of the room. "You all know the basics. Each person picks up a card I have here in my hand, that card will hold a specific task we have assigned to it and well, you either do it or we all do it together."

And off they went, going around the circle, one at a time, picking a card and performing whatever the card meant. And everything was going relatively well, each task was manageable - well as managable as a drinking game could be as you quickly spiraled down to the bottom of your cup. He was already feeling the fuzziness, his body relaxing and mind letting go with each sip and judging by her giggles and hiccups, Usagi was spiraling with him.

"Nine!" Toshio would declare each card in overdramatics. "Say a word to your neighbor and your neighbor then has to say a word that rhymes with your word and so on until you can't rhyme anymore."

"Pizza!" Usagi started, cheeks tinged pink from the alcohol.

"Uh cheetah."

"Diva!"

"Korea."

"Visa!"

"Arena?"

"Uh..umm," he tried not to laugh at her frenzied, wide eyed look, but it still came out as she deflated and took her sip in shame.

But eventually there were other tasks that should have been simple, but ended up being worse than he ever thought.

"Three! Take a piece of clothing off."

He swallowed down the lump in his throat, watching as she quickly shed her denim jacket, leaving her in a velvet, rose-colored tank top, the straps tied in little bows on her slim shoulders. He simply slipped off a sock as other players discarded shirts, jackets, even pants or skirts.

"Boo Chiba," Toshio pointed to him. "You're taking a shot because a sock does not count."

He shrugged, and obeyed the order as they prepared for the next card and he prayed it wasn't another three.

"Four! Everyone has to…. touch the floor!"

Drinks in hand, everyone dove toward the floor. Usagi reached the ground first, laughing the whole time, and he followed after her, fumbling and losing balance on his legs. Just barely catching himself with his arm, he hovered above her body, shaking hand curling into a pool of too soft, blonde strands.

He scrambled off quickly, taking the losing sip as he was the last one to touch the floor and he immediately sat down before anyone saw his lower body.

"Jack! Play a quick game of never have I ever with your neighbor."

"Never have I ever gotten straight As."

One of his long fingers curled down. "Never have I ever loved strawberry kit kats."

She huffed, but put a finger down. "Never have I ever called someone Odango Atama!"

He smirked as he accepted defeat. "Never have I ever seen that hairstyle on someone else."

"Never have I ever been a jerk!"

He snorted but didn't put a finger down. "Never have I ever had blonde hair."

"Hey that's not fair!" She pushed his shoulder back with an infuriated look in her eyes but they softened and she joined in on his laughter.

It was all innocent enough, the tasks safe enough, and it was just a game that got you drinking and laughing.

Mamoru had even found himself enjoying the time, having the bubbly blonde next to him helping him find the enjoyment, her shoulder bumping into his.

Until he flipped that seven. A stupid seven of hearts.

"And we have a seven," Toshio yollered excitedly. "Which meansssss…..Mamoru you gotta take a body shot off the person to your left!"

He froze solid, the fuzziness of the alcohol wearing off right away. His heartbeat accelerated dangerously, and he didn't need to turn since he'd been well aware of who had been sitting next to him.

Imagining it, the gleam of the alcohol spilled on the soft skin of her stomach, little beads slipping down her sides and into her navel, and him having to use his mouth and tongue to lap up every inch of it off of her, lick and suck the drink that had seeped in, and taste the salt of her delicate skin-

"No, no, no, no," he repeated, burying his face in his hands. There was no way he could do this.

"What?" Toshio said, thrown off.

"I don't think I can-uh," Mamoru fumbled for the right words, any excuse he could use to get out of this. "I just don't want to do this with her."

He peeked through his fingers and out of the corner, he saw an embarrassed blush cover her face and a terror ripped through him.

"It's weird since, you know, you're…." he trailed off, and she understood, nodding and eyes downcast.

"Right," she said, biting her lip but showcasing a sweet smile.

Toshio wasn't as understanding. "Too bad there's no excuse in the rules concerning 'it's weird'. Task is still a task, in this case a body shot."

"You can't be serious," Mamoru deadpanned.

The lanky teen raised his hands. "I'm sorry Mamoru but if I let you off, I gotta let everyone off. Matter of fairness."

His mind raced, wondering if it was too harsh to just up and leave, but that would mean having to leave Usagi's side.

"If you're more…..comfortable with it," Usagi hesitated, "I can do it...on you?"

"NO-I mean no, no, no," he declined hurriedly, thinking that would be even worse considering his body's response at just a hand brushing against her hair, imagine what her lips brushing against his stomach would elicit. "I just...I don't..."

She sent him a smile that shot straight to his heart. "We don't have to do it."

Toshio's smirk grew wider and he walked to the middle of the circle. "Well then, I guess we have a couple of quitters. And since they refuse to do the task that means, they'll be subject to house rules!"

A couple of people cheered while others giggled and grinned mischievously. "House rules?" Mamoru asked.

"In our version, when one does not accept a task, they will be forced to do a punishment task as assigned by the game masters."

"Punishment?" Usagi whimpered, eyes widened with fear.

"It's nothing serious," Toshio assured, his smirk growing less fun, more sinister, "But I have the perfect thing for you two."

"Toshio..." Mamore growled.

"So you know the deal. Seven minutes, do what you want, and we'll let you out when the time is done," the voice bellowed through the door. "And sorry about the location. We would have done a closet, but the bathroom has a lock."

"I'm not doing this!"

"Too bad, you already are."

He banged his fist against the wood. "This is my best friend's girlfriend!"

"Okayyy, don't do anything? You guys can braid each other's hair or make dresses out of toilet paper, I don't care."

Mamoru breathed in through his nose, calming down. "Toshio just-"

"Time starts now. Have fun!"

He slammed his forehead against the door, hearing the retreat of footsteps on the other side. Desperate, he tried the doorknob again, and still, it was locked.

He was locked in a bathroom - with barely enough space for just one person, let alone two - with Motoki's girlfriend, someone he needed to keep at least five feet away but now was less than a foot away, and that was even with him pressing his whole body against the door.

If he were to move wrong, he would most likely brush against her, he could end up right in front of her, close enough to feel her breath or smell the shampoo in her hair.

He hit his head against the wood once more, hoping he'd go on unconscious.

"Brightside," Usagi's voice hesitantly broke through their silence. "It's only seven minutes?"

"You think Chiba will do anything?"

Toshio snorted. "Please, the guy is so straight-laced. It's a shock he came to this party."

"What's going on?" Motoki's voice cut through the deep laughter.

"So...what are you studying?"

"Medicine," Mamoru responded, voice slightly strained. 'Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look...'

"That's amazing," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. 'It's been WAY more than seven minutes.'

"I'm studying social work!" 'Read the toothpaste tube, look out the window, do anything BUT turn around!'

"That's…..beautiful."

"You locked them in there?!"

"Yea," Toshio confirmed, popping a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth. "'Seven minutes of heaven' kind of thing."

"Toshio," the dirty blonde said with a breathless laugh.

"Relax Motoki, it's Mamoru. I doubt he would ever make a move on her."

He swallowed, focused on breathing and keeping his mind either clear, or full of physics equations. Her presence was a divine poison, dangerous temptation to do something stupid and completely based on hormones. She was a person, nothing more and-and it was the alcohol too! His mind was fuzzy, he wasn't thinking straight, his inhibitions falling away, that-that's it….

But….

When he first saw her in the kitchen, there was no alcohol. Before the game - before he even took a sip of liquor - he felt the spinning in his head, the rapid beating of his heart, waves of warmth and...a feeling.

"Do you want to play a game?" Usagi asked, excitement laced through every word. "To make the time go faster..."

A feeling of a million fireworks bursting everywhere on his skin, in his mind, and inside of his chest. 'She's with Motoki, she's with Motoki, why would she ever want you…..'

"There's-uh truth or dare, I spy, 20 questions," she listed, voice getting smaller, more uncertain, "We could play never have I ever again, like-uh before…"

He sighed, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I think we had problems with that game."

"Right, of course," she laughed. "How about I spy then?"

His heart twisted. 'I spy a fun, loud, beautiful person with blonde hair and blue eyes that's forbidden and I'm a horrible person because I keep…'

"Not much to spy in here," he said.

It was right there at the muffled giggles - of all things - that broke him and he twisted his head around, and took a glance at her, taking in her flushed skin, dancing eyes, and

And suddenly, everything fell away. Any thought of trying to get out, to leave her, to avoid her...disappeared from his mind.

He leaned against the wall, facing her completely, hopelessly attempting to calm his breathing, and broke into a full grin. "I spy something blue…"

"Toshio, it's been more than seven minutes."

"Oh yea I'm well aware."

"Then why don't you open the door?!"

He shrugged his shoulders at Motoki. "I'm doing them a favor."

"What?" The dirty blonde questioned with arched eyebrows.

Toshio got up from the chair, slapping a hand on his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. "Hate to tell you Toki but your best friend and your girlfriend, I'm pretty sure they have the hots for each other."

"I spy something green."

His eyes searched. "Ummm...the soap."

"Yup," she chirped. "Your turn."

"Ah-I spy something lavender."

'Of course he couldn't just say purple' Usagi thought to herself. "The rug."

"Wow it's like it's right in front of you," he joked, kicking the mat towards her a little.

She laughed but hiccuped in the middle of it. The alcohol was wearing off slowly, and yet she still felt warm. He was wearing a lopsided grin, leaning against the door, looking too good in his dark jeans, that black knit sweater, and his eyes never stopped looking at her.

"I spy…." she paused, searching for something they haven't done yet, but she came back to look at his eyes, "..something blue."

"We did the towel already," he chuckled.

She shook her head, pigtails moving around. "This is something else."

Perplexed, he started looking around the tiny room, seeking out the item.

"It's dark blue," she continued, pushing off the wall, "There's two of them."

He became even more confused, and she giggled at his look. "Okay," she stared into his eyes, "I'm looking at them, right now."

His face froze, mind slowly processing and he looked down. "Uh-I.."

She took a step and was practically right in front of him. "I spy the most beautiful eyes."

He swallowed, thick, and he pressed against the door harder. "I don't think that's uh…. how you play the game."

Another step. "Should we switch games, then?"

Finally, she fell forward, face pressed against his hard chest. She breathed him in, like an absolute idiot, and she didn't regret it one bit because she had never smelled anything so rich or spicy, or exquisite.

He sighed. "You're just drunk…"

She shook her head against him and she caught his tremble. "No, I barely got half way down my cup."

He was so warm, and soft, and she never wanted to leave this. And her mind knew that even if it turned out horribly, it was worth a shot. "Maybe we should play never have I ever again."

"Odang-"

"Never have I ever been locked in a bathroom."

He snorted. "Now, you have-"

"You smell really good."

"Usa-"

"Never have I ever dated Motoki."

She could hear how he caught his breath, chest stilling, fast heartbeat under her ear. A long stretch of silence happened, no sound besides the slight murmur of the music or their breaths.

"What?"

His response forced her to leave his body and let the rambling begin. "It was this whole plan, where I would be his 'fake girlfriend' so people would leave him alone about his break-up and everything was fine and working but then there was you and it's stupid but I can't stop-why can't you stop being you so I can…"

She felt the tears coming to her eyes. "I'm sorry, you probably think-you don't…."

"You were never dating Motoki?"

"No," she whispered. "Never my boyfriend."

She could hear him shift, moving from the door. From her downcast gaze, his shoes appeared right in front of hers, and she was too scared to see his face. A complete idiot, she had made a complete idiot of herself.

"Usagi."

She breathed in, preparing herself for the horror, disgust. Gazing up, she clashed with darker than before eyes. It was a moment of just staring into each other's eyes, questioning, wondering, until she jumped up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck and his mouth came crashing down with his hands wrapped in her hair.

She melted against his lips, then his tongue and she could taste the alcohol, the candy she fed him earlier, she could taste him, everywhere.

Frantic, rushed, blind , and suddenly she found herself sitting down on the sink, his hands gripping her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him.

"You actually agreed... to be someone's...fake girlfriend?" he muttered against her neck.

He kissed down to her collarbone. "It was... for milkshakes," she groaned out as his hands moved under her shirt, cool hands on her hot skin.

"Oh yea," he laughed, his lips settling on her stomach, "That makes sense."

His mouth attacked her belly button, teasing, sucking, swirling his tongue across the skin he had refused to touch before, the skin that had gotten them stuck in this bathroom. Then, he was placing wet, gentle kisses across her skin and she could only whimper and moan as the sensations rolled.

His thumbs pressed little circles into her bare hips, and his mouth stilled but his lips moved on her skin with his next words. "You're...100% single?"

"So...painfully...single," she breathed out, and his little huffs of laughter against her stomach resonated through her, to the point she let out a few breathless giggles herself.

The adrenaline, their emotional high, was slowly fading away, leaving behind pent up exhaustion and relief. He placed one last soft kiss on the curve of her belly, his steady breathing tickling her sweaty skin.

Mamoru straightened, eye level with her again, and let the silky material of her top slide back into place. Their shallow breathing mingled with each other, chests both moving up and down "So-o," he shuddered out, trembling hands clutching her waist, "Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

A smile curled on her lips. She latched onto his shirt, pulling him closer and pressing their foreheads together. "Totally free."

Her heart swelled at the relieved smile that pulled at his mouth, then it was an obnoxious smirk. "I had to check to make sure you weren't busy, maybe you had to be someone else's fake girlfriend at noon or something."

She punched his arm and he flinched away, but again she grasped his shirt and this time, she pressed their lips together.

"You're a jerk," she muttered, and she felt his grin against her mouth.

"Hey, haven't those two been in there for longer than seven minutes?"

Motoki and Toshio grinned at the freshmen. "I don't think they mind," Motoki answered.

"Okay..." The teen shot the nonchalant, sandy blonde a weird face, and looked to the bathroom door with a confused glance.

How was the man so relaxed? Wait-wasn't it his girlfriend that was locked in there?

Well I hope you guys enjoyed some part of this and hopefully the little, saucy part didn't sizzle too much. I'm sure there was a lot of hits and misses in this chapter but at least I tackled two tropes I've always loved so, hopefully I didn't ruin them. (P.S. it was fake dating and stuck in a small space)

Anyway last thing, HUGE HUGE shoutouts to Tina Century, FloraOne, and UglyGreenJacket for helping me get to this idea of this chapter if it wasn't me asking advice or just plain asking if this was a silly idea. Thank you guys for your help and encouragement!

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