A/n: This boy needs more love, am I right? XD C'mon, just look at the gif. Look at the precious cotton candy baby. I'm glad that we might get to know more about him in the Free! movie :D

Also, who out there watched the finales for Tokyo Ghoul, Death Parade, and/or Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu Love! ? Those two first anime SERIOUSLY BROKE MY POOR HEART. IF SOMEONE STOMPED ON MY HEART, I BET IT WOULD HURT LESS. HIDE... DECIM... MY BABIES. And then this damn Magical Boy anime... like for reals, wtf just happened?! Haha, I would be more than happy to discuss about any of these XD

Anyway, here it is. I'm currently typing Haru and Nagisa's oneshots now :3 I guess I wanted to finished the Sano Elementary Lads first <3

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"Oh my god, you were right. This school is a gold mine!" My friend and classmate, Minako, cheered as her eyes peered around the Samezuka campus.

"They're everywhere. I'm glad you mentioned this festival, (F/n)-chan!" Another friend of mine, Akira, beamed over at me.

I stared at the two girls with an incredulous expression. "This is not why I wanted us to come to this festival!" I burst out.

You see, I invited my girls to the Samezuka festival so we could have some fun. School has been tough and the clubs we were a part in are taking time off since it's nearing the end of the season. We're third years, we deserve some chilling time. But... Minako and Akira had another idea in mind. You see... They're a bit boy crazy. For the past thirty minutes, the most we have done was try to find who the hottest guy here is.

"All I said was that Samezuka Academy was an all-boys school!" I groaned out as I watched the two checked out some males in their booths, quite obviously might I add. "When I said that, I didn't mean to come here to have a Gawk-Fest at every guy here!"

"It's too late, (F/n)-chan. There's no turning back now because... WOW, look at that one!" Both Akira and Minako scurried off to a booth that looked to be selling curry. Who's club is that? The Tennis Club? Of course.

I waited patiently to the side until the two gals finished. They both returned with a small bowl of curry in their hands. "These are actually delicious, (F/n)-chan. You should've gotten some with us," Minako piped up with a spoonful of the spicy food.

I grimaced, "You guys took twelve minutes to get your curry. Getting curry shouldn't take as long as five minutes."

"Aw, give us some slack!" Akira pouted before taking another bite of her curry. Her eyes then strayed over to the side of me and she let out a gasp. "GIRLS, THERE’S A MUSCLES CONTEST GOING ON RIGHT NOW!"

"WE HAVE TO GO!" Minako squealed along with the blonde girl. In a delighted skip to their step, they began rushing over to the event. They stopped abruptly when they realized I was standing in my spot. "(F/n)-chan, c'mon! It looked like they just started."

"Go on ahead. I'm not that interested," I said with pursed lips. "Let's meet up after the contest, ok?"

"(F/n)-chan!" They chimed in unison.

"I swear, it's ok. I'll just check out a few more booths," I reassured them. I waved my hands to shoo them away. "Go! You're going to miss some toned men if you don't go now."

"Thanks, (F/n)-chan! We'll do something you like after this," Akira offered with Minako nodding her head in agreement. They then went to the contest without me.

With a sigh, I turned and continued to explore the festival. In all honesty, everything looked very well organized. This was an impressive festival. "(F/n)? (F/n)-chan!" I turned my heel towards the direction to the call of my name. In confusion, I scanned the crowds of people for someone I recognize. And then I spotted the familiar mop of strawberry tresses.

"Oh, Kisumi-Kun. Hello," I greeted my classmate as he finally reached me. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit some friends that go to Samezuka. What about you?"

"I wanted to have some fun with Minako and Akira but... Erm, they decided to check out a contest," I replied, my eyes darting over to the very event they went to.

"Lemme guess. The Muscles Contest?" I glanced over at our school's star basketball player in bewilderment. How on earth did he guess that correctly? "I saw them enter."

"Oh."

"Yeah, when I saw those two, then I thought that you must be here too. Although, it's weird that you didn't go there with them," Kisumi pointed out.

"I wasn't interested in watching," I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Eh? You don't want to watch guys with rippling muscles walk across a stage?" He questioned me with genuine surprise in his voice.

I glared at him. "No, I don't. I can appreciate a male's anatomy but I didn't come to this festival for that," I huffed with my arms crossed. "I wanted to come here to have fun and keep my mind off school... But I don't know now."

"How about this: since you're going to be on your lonesome, you can walk with me until the contest is finished," he suggested with a charismatic grin. "You can help me find my Samezuka friends."

I was hesitant to answer him, pondering about my pros and cons about hanging out with Kisumi Shigino. It's not like I dislike him in any way, it's quite the contrary. Kisumi is a very approachable person and he's extremely nice. When we were set up as partners for our science class, we became fairly good acquaintances. The only problem I may have about him is probably his fangirls in school. I can barely say hello to the basketball star without being glared down my admirers. I guess that's what he gets for being talented in the sport and attractive. He was the perfect package deal.

Over my silence of thinking, Kisumi's bottom lip jutted out and he gave me his best puppy dog eyes. "Please, (F/n)-chan! Do you secretly hate me or something?" He whined. I'll admit that his irritating act was actually... Quite adorable.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you have some haters, Mister Superstar," I snickered, causing him to gasp over my comment.

"So mean! You don't hate me, do you?" He questioned me.

I prolonged my answer just to watch his reaction. His face contorted in annoyance at my lack of reply. What I didn't expect him to do was to grab onto my wrist and pull me along with him. "Oi! Kisumi-kun!" I gaped as I trudged behind him. "Slow down will you? You have freakishly long legs!"

"(F/n), you were taking too long to answer! And I could only guess that you don't hate me. Please just accompany for a bit," Kisumi pleaded.

"Fine, fine. If that will make you stop crying, I will," I teased as I hurried to match his steps. "I was going to agree anyway. No need to manhandle me." He shot me an expression of disbelief that I couldn't help but chuckle at. He let go of my wrist instantaneously.

"You're such a meanie, (F/n)-chan," the violet eyed boy pouted. "Let's get something to eat first. I'm starving." With unbelievable timing, my stomach growled at the mention of eating. Kisumi glimpsed over at me with a surprised yet amused look on his face. "And I'm taking that you agree?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, let's just find a booth with food," I mumbled out, mortified over my tummy. I followed after him and we checked each booth on what they sold. The problem here was that we both couldn't find anything, everything looked too appetizing. I couldn’t figure out which one I would crave more. Once I found one I might settle with, another with catch my attention with its delicious scent. “Kisumi-kun, this is too hard. Do you know what you want?” I didn’t realize that when I was too busy looking, the strawberry haired male was actually get one at each booth that we both claimed we’d try. “What are you doing?”

His arms were nearly full with food. I went over and helped him carry some to ease his load. “Since we couldn’t pick, I decided we might as well try them all,” he answered while taking a bite of the dumpling he got from one stand. “Oh my god, this is so good. Let’s find a bench and eat all of this!”

I quickly followed after him as he sped off to the direction of a vacant bench. We both sat down and began trying each delicious treat he managed to get. I was actually in heaven, the Samezuka boys sure do know their food! We alternated in who would try which food first and then commenting on how it tasted. But, overall, every dish got a positive rating.  “Yatta! These are amazing,” I sighed in happiness after taking a bite of a churro. I held it out towards the boy next to me. “Try this next.”

Kisumi leaned forward and took a quick bite of the sweet treat. He hummed, “It is good!”

“Wah, Takumi-chan, look how cute that couple is being! Why don’t we do that?” A chestnut haired girl wailed to who looked to be her boyfriend. The blond boy huffed at her and pulled her along by her hand.

“Fine. C’mon,” that Takumi guy grumbled lowly before walking farther away from where we sat.

I could feel my cheeks warm up. That actual couple thought Kisumi and I were a couple. As much as I wanted to decline their beliefs, they were already too far from us, plus the amount of people here would only drown out my voice. “Hmm.”. I glimpsed up at Kisumi by the sound he made as I tried the sharkfin bun. “You heard them right? They thought we were a couple!” he piped up with a charmed grin on his face.

I gulped down on my bun and answered him, “Yeah, people need to mind their own business and not assume things.” I let out a scoff and took another bite of the bun. “This is actually pretty good, by the way.”

“Is it?” He leaned close to me again and opened his mouth, waiting for me to feed him. Well, I guess I can see why they thought we were romantically together… but still. Friends do this, right? He took a bite of the black bun, causing some of the sauce to dribble down his chin. From my bag, I took out a napkin and automatically wiped the mess for him. {A/n: Idk about y’all but I do have leftover napkins in my backpack from places I’ve eaten at. Don’t judge me}

“God damn it, Kisumi. You’re a third year in high school. You’re going to ruin your uniform eating like that,” I nagged him as I finished wiping up his mouth.

“Ok, Mom,” he replied sarcastically. “Just feed me better, (F/n)-chan.”

“You’re blaming me?” I gaped at him. And, out of instinct, I smashed the bun right into his face, causing a bigger mess than before. I laughed boisterously at the look of shock he held, his amethyst eyes wide. “Aww, look at you, Mister Superstar. You made such a mess.”

“I made such a mess?” he spat out.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?” He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close to him. I felt my heart beat speed up at his sudden action. What is he?—ACK! He pressed his lips to my cheeks and smothered the thick sauce along my skin. I let out a high pitch squeal as I tried to shove Kisumi away from me. “Oh no, look at the mess I made.”

“Kisumi-kun!” I shrieked at him.

“We’re even!” he reasoned with a laugh. He took out more napkins and began wiping both of our faces. “Don’t pout, (F/n)-chan.”

“I smell like that sauce now,” I grumbled.

“I do too! You started it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!” I shot him a glare before hopping onto my feet. “What are you doing?”

“I’m thirsty,” I answered him. “Let’s go get some water and then we can go find your friends.”

Kisumi got up onto his feet as well and we went off to find a booth that sold drinks. “For a moment, I thought you were going to leave me.”

“Once we find your friends then maybe I can leave you,” I quipped.

“(F/n)-chan!” His arm slithered around my significantly smaller shoulders, pulling me close to his chest with no effort. “You can’t leave me. You’re breaking my heart.”

I rolled my (e/c) eyes at him but a chuckle managed to leave my lips. “Whatever, baka.”

~*~

“… I can’t believe these were your friends.”

The olive brown haired boy looked utterly guilty at my statement and he apologized several more times at the hosed down Kisumi.

You see, while the two of us were strolling around campus, we were lucky enough to find one of Kisumi’s Sano friend, Sousuke. The bara looked surprised at the sight of him and he didn’t seem to interested in his visit. Then, all of a sudden, he had pushed both Kisumi and I to the closest wall upon almost getting hit with a shot of water. Before I knew it, Sousuke had used Kisumi as a human shield and escaped without a single drop of water on his uniform. But now the one that accidently shot him was apologizing to us in a flurry of regret.

“Ne, ne, Makoto. You didn’t mean it,” Kisumi reassured the Iwatobi boy.

“Th-Thank you, Kisumi. I have to go before I lose sight of Sousuke. It was good to see you again and to meet you, (F/n),” Makoto replied, his feet already taking him away from us. “You two make a cute couple by the way!” He ran exceptionally fast away from us.

“H-Hey, we’re not dating!” I shouted after him but I knew it was a lost cause. “Why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“Don’t deny it, we do look very cute together,” the violet eyed male piped up next to me, while brushing away the damp locks from his eyes. I didn’t mean to stare at him as he did that but… oh my.

I instantly shook away my thoughts. “Let’s go find some bathroom for you to dry yourself off, or who knows, a booth might be selling some shirts or towels,” I said to him.

He nodded his head in reply and we began walking, only to be stopped again when Kisumi found another one of his friends. “Rin!” Kisumi grasped onto my wrist and pulled me along with him as we jogged over to the magenta haired boy with the Samezuka uniform.

“Kisumi, man, I haven’t seen you in ages!” Rin greeted him with a smile. They bumped arms to each other. “And, who might you be? Kisumi’s girlfriend?”

I flushed a thousand shades of red. “I’m not his girlfriend!” I burst out.

Once again, Kisumi wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Rin, this is my girl, (F/n) (L/n). (F/n), this is Rin Matsuoka,” he introduced the two of us.

“I’m not your girl,” I groaned, giving him a good smack on his chest. “This is why everyone gets the wrong idea!”

“(F/n)-chan~”

In the midst of our bickering, Rn began to laugh. The two of us turn towards him. “I’m sorry I’ve mistaken you as his girlfriend, (F/n). But, I hope you didn’t get him soaked.”

“No, she wasn’t actually.” He finally left my shoulder and transferred himself onto Rin. “Funny story actually—ACK!”

“DID YOU SERIOUSLY GET HIT BY WATER AGAIN?!” I burst out at his current state.

“I’m sorry, I missed,” a voice far off called out. I glanced over to see an ebony haired boy behind a pillar peering over at us.

“You did that on purpose, Haru!” Kisumi cried out.

“Sorry, Kisumi, let’s meet up later, ok?” Rin told him before skittering away. The male named Haru zoomed right after him.

I glanced over at Kisumi. I smacked a hand over my mouth to restrain my laughter, but that didn’t do much for me. “(F/n)-chan!”

“I’m sorry but I can’t believe you got shot with water twice. Some bad luck you have!” I snorted, holding onto my stomach for support. “Ok, ok. Let’s actually go get that towel or shirt or whatever.” I grabbed onto the crook of his elbow and started leading him back to the main area of the festival. “Hey, look!” The booth we managed to find held shirts that promoted today’s Samezuka festival, all white with bold red letters in the front. “These are pretty nice.”

“Yeah… Excuse me.” Kisumi and I went up to the booth. “Can I have two? One in medium and one in (s/s), please.” {A/n: Means “shirt size”} I whipped my head towards the basketball player as he paid the boy behind the booth the precise amount of money. He handed me my supposed shirt before I could decline the generous offer. Then, without warning, he began stripping off his shirt.

“OI, BAKA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I shrieked at the sight of his toned abs. My whole body flared in heat and my heart rate instantly raced faster. “Y-You couldn’t have changed somewhere more private?” Around us, I noticed some girls looking in our direction… more specifically at Kisumi. They were obviously checking him out. I can’t believe this boy! “Kisumi-kun, please tell me you’re decent now.”

“I’m decent.” I cautiously turned back around and saw that he was right. He had already changed into the new shirt he bought with his soggy clothes in the plastic bag the boys at the boot provided for him.

I gave him a glare and smacked his shoulder. “What is up with that?! Were you trying to be the center of attention?”

“Are you jealous of the girls staring, (F/n)-chan,” he smirked.

“BAKA!—” I suddenly get a text message. I silently thanked the gods for averting my attention away from this mess. The phone screen showed an unread text from Minako saying that the contest was over. “Oh, they’re done.”

“Minako and Akira?” Kisumi questioned.

I nodded at him and quickly texted Minako my location. “That means I need to get back to walking with them.” Kisumi held an unreadable expression, causing me to be curious. “What’s with the face, huh?”

“I’ve had fun hanging out with you, (F/n)-chan,” he replied. My heart skipped a beat. “You know, I felt very lucky that I found you here today.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… like it was a sign.” I cocked my head in confusion. “I really like you, (F/n)-chan, and I think we should go on a real date.”

“HEH?” I gaped, my (e/c) eyed wide in shock. “You like me?”

“Yeah, was I not obvious?”

… “K-Kisumi-kun, I…”

He rested his hands onto my cheeks. His hands were surprisingly chill, in great contrast to my heated skin. “Three different people have mistaken us as a couple already. I would love to have that be official but you don’t need to answer me yet. I’m ok with waiting for your answer.” He then pressed his soft lips onto my cheek. I shivered at his tender touch.

Just as he pulled himself away from me, I heard the familiar calls from my two friends. “Kisumi-kun, what are you doing here?” Akira asked him, a dreamy look on her face. Oh yeah, these two are fangirls of Kisumi too…

“Oh, I was keeping (F/n)-chan company while you two were gone. So rest assured that she was in good hands,” he replied with a wink in my direction. I stiffened at his blunt flirtatiousness. “I better get going to find my friends again. They might be done by now with their game. So, I’ll see you girls Monday, ok?” He then walked away from the three of us without another words.

I finally let out the breath that I seemed to have been holding in. “Ah, (F/n)-chan, you were able to hang out with Kisumi-kun while we were gone? How lucky!” Minako chimed with a smile. “How was it like being alone with him?”

“It was… ok,” I responded lowly while resting my hand on the cheek he kissed me on.

I kind of wished he waited for my answer instead of leaving me on the spot.

Or he would’ve known that I would say yes.

“Oi! (F/n)-chan, you’re really red all of a sudden!” Akira pointed out.

I jolted back into reality as I gave the girls a forced smile. “Don’t mind it! Let’s enjoy the festival, ok?” I grabbed both of their arms and pulled them far into the crowd but, of course, a certain strawberry haired basketball player occupied my mind the whole time.