how old do you think these are?

She huffed quietly, looking away to give him some time to compose himself. She knew she was edging close to harassment, but the young man was too precious to not bother. Sayuri just couldn't help herself. A wry smirk tugged her mouth, claiming victory over the situation. He fell silent, stumbling and stuttering. She didn't expect him to do anything else, but he surprised her now.

She caught him looking back, but before she could react Kuroo knocked her to the ground and stood over her. She let out a startled little titter before he leaned close and asked why she teased him. Sayuri looked into his pale eyes, about to reply. Her lips moved but he planted a kiss on her before she could. Surprise flickered across her features briefly before she pressed back. Against him.

Her own body lit up. It felt as if someone had dropped her in a heated sauna. The tingling sensation was felt all the way to her toes. She wiggled a bit inside, wanting more. Desiring more. But knew she couldn't have it. She really shouldn't push him. Maybe he did it to shut her up. Goodness, I talk too much she thought briefly, fleetingly. Why did she care so suddenly? She always talked too much.

When they parted from each other, she laughed. Breathlessly but still did it. Not at him, but more about the situation. "Why?" she repeated, laughing still as she raised a paw to her brow "because I like you, Kuroo-chan." Why else would she put in the effort to tease him and watch him squirm? It would be easier to knock him off his paws a few times in a fight, and stand triumphantly over him. Proclaim victory. But she kept going back for more.

"Speech"