#Shitenhouji x oc

[nelapanela94]

Of Love and Other Misunderstandings

Kenya Oshitari x Fem!OC

will they be able to confess their feelings without leaving victims along the way?

Warnings: None

Sorry for grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

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Tanaka Sora was standing before her black spiky haired kohai. Her head tilted to the side as she blinked twice waiting for him to speak. The Tensai of Shitenhouji shut his eyes closed and let out a heavy sigh. She noticed his strange behavior. Zaizen Hikaru, the second-year tennis regular, who was always calm and collected, was acting out of character. He avoided her gaze and his cheeks turned slightly pink.

“Ano, Hikaru-kun" she intervened. “Why did you ask me to meet you here?” The girl asked for a second time. “If you’re not telling, I’ll take my leave. Nakamura-buchou will make me run laps if I’m late again”

She whirled around to leave, but the boy's grip around her wrist stopped her.

“I like you Tanaka-sempai" he confessed. “I do like you”

Sora froze. Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips into a thin line. She was left speechless, but got the courage to face the boy and turned around.

“I…I don’t know what to say Hikaru-kun“ she stuttered. She had rejected other boys who had previously confessed to her, but Zaizen was a good friend and she wasn’t ready to break his heart. “You know…” she looked down. “I…”

“You like someone else" he completed her sentence.

Sora lifted her gaze to meet his.

“Then why…?”

“…did I confess to you?” Sora slightly frowned at the second interruption. “I just needed to let it off my chest” He bit his lower lip and shrugged.

“I’m sorry Hikaru-kun” she shook her head.

“There’s nothing to apologize for sempai. I knew the outcome beforehand”

An apologetic smile drew on her face.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship nor make things awkward between us”

“Neither do I” she replied. “And I’ve told you hundreds of times to call me Sora"

“Alright Sora-sempai" he mockingly grinned as she rolled her eyes. “If you want me to call you Sora, call me Hikaru then”

“Deal, Hi-ka-ru" she extended her hand.

“Deal, So-ra" they shook hands in agreement.

Sora took a glance at her watch and sighed. “I guess I’m running a hundred laps around the field again”

“Me too" he added. “What a bother"

“Let’s go then" she positioned herself next to him and linked arms with the boy. To get to the football field she had to pass by the tennis courts first. “I’ll drop you at the courts"

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“Ja-ne! Hikaru”

The boy simply waved and headed to the club house to change into his tennis uniform.

“Why late today, Zaizen?” kenya Oshitari asked his kohai as he closed his locker.

“I was with Sora" the bleach haired boy scowled. “We were to organize the movie selection of the month”

“Sora?” The second year was sometimes disrespectful to his sempais, but he always addressed them with the proper honorific.

“She asked me to call her by her given name" he bluntly answered. “And she calls me by mine”

Zaizen enjoyed annoying his short-tempered sempai.

The baka pair was eavesdropping while changing into their green and yellow uniforms and mischievously grinned.

“Ne-ne Yuu-kun, don’t you think Sora-chan and Hikaru-chan are getting closer since they joined the library committee?”

The boy with the headband nodded in agreement. “you’re right Koharu, they even use their first names"

Kenya’s jaw tightened.

“Aho! You should address her as sempai"

“I can’t. We made a deal"

Suddenly their captain, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, entered. An irritated look drawn on his face. “Practice began ten minutes ago. What’s going on?”

“Kurarin~” Koharu began. “Our Hikaru is growing closer to Sora-chan and Kenya is getting jealous”

“I’m not!" the bleached haired boy snapped.

The captain lifted a brow. “Mind to explain"

“They’re on first name basis and they were walking together to the courts" Hitouji explained.

“Is that so?” Shiraishi addressed the second year, who indifferently shrugged.

The tennis regulars were totally aware of Oshitari's and Shiraishi's feelings for Tanaka Sora. The trio had been in the same class since freshman year and had become good friends. Nobody knew about whom she liked back, though.

“Zaizen" the black haired glanced at his captain while unbuttoning his shirt. “Fifty laps!”

Zaizen Hikaru deeply sighed. Stupid sempaitachi.

The baka pair left the clubhouse giggling at the war scenario they had just created.

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“Ano, Kura" Sora turned her head towards the boy sitting next to her. “Can I borrow your biology notes? I fell asleep yesterday during class" she sheepishly smiled.

“You should pay more attention or you’ll fail again" he replied.

The girl frowned. “Are you on your moon days or what?” she rolled her eyes. “Sorry for not being perfect in everything like you. I don’t get what’s wrong with you and Kenya. You’ve been out of character since last week.” She hissed. “I´ll find another way"

“Ask Zaizen, he's a tensai after all" he didn’t bother to look at her.

“Hikaru? What does he have to do with this?” she sighed in defeat. Sora didn’t feel like arguing with one of her best friends. “Let me know when you get back to normal" she finished putting her things in her backpack and left the room.

If only she knew how perfect she is.

Sora had her mind buried in the biology book when the second-year genius took a seat in front of her. “hey" she greeted.

“hey"

She closed the book and looked at the boy. “Do you know what’s wrong with Kura and Kenya? They've been distant to me since last week"

He shook his head.

“It hurts, you know? They being so indifferent" her eyes emanated sadness. “And they don’t even tell what I did wrong”

“Sora" Zaizen changed the topic. “Who is the one you like?”

Her eyes went wide at the sudden question. “Why are you asking?”

“curiosity”

“mmmmm, I’m not telling"

“Give me a hint”

“iie"

“I won’t stop pestering then"

Tanaka Sora sighed.

“It seems I don’t have a choice" she muttered. “he’s in my class, plays tennis and he’s fun to be with"

Zaizen narrowed the eyes. “Is the health freak or the one that collects weird erasers?”

“it’s a secret" she placed her index finger on her lips. “Fun fact, I’ve had a hard crush on this guy since first year"

“And why don’t you just tell him? You’re always saying we have to be honest with our feelings.” He mimicked her.

“Collateral damage. I don’t want to ruin a good friendship" she leaned back and looked at the ceiling, then back at the boy. “Why the sudden interest in my love life? What about yours?”

“The girl I like rejected me last week"

“What a heartless bitch!"

“Don’t be selfish to yourself sempai” he said interlacing his fingers and stretching his hands in front of him with the palms facing outwards. “You'll end up hurting yourself”

The third year stood up and leaned forward flicking her kohai on the forehead. “Stop saying no sense” she swirled around. “I need fresh air” she looked down. “Can you cover up for me?”

“Sure”

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Sora found herself near the broadcasting room. She claimed that the water fountain in that hall had the best tasting water of the school. She pressed the button and took some sips. Then she rubbed her lips with the back of her hand.

“Sora” she heard someone calling her name from behind and turned around.

“Hey, Kenya” she gave a forced smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in committee duty now?”

“Hikaru is covering up for me”

The boy irked.

Sora studied his face. “Did I say something wrong?”

The Speed star of Naniwa took a deep breath in order to constrain his annoyance.

“Are you dating Zaizen?” he shot the question without anesthesia.

The girl in front of him raised her brows.

“What are you talking about?”

Kenya looked away after the realization of what he had just asked. His cheeks were turning red.

“Hikaru and I are just friends. I actually see him as a younger brother.” Her eyes saddened. “Hikaru and Kin-chan remind me of my late baby brother, that’s why I’m always spoiling them. It makes me nostalgic when Kin-chan calls me nee-chan” the ends of her lips lifted.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know”

“It’s ok Kenya. I never told you, and it’s been a while already”

He felt sorry for the girl. She had lost her mother recently due to a car accident. A drunk driver; and the bastard only got a few scratches.

Sora was about to swirled around; she didn’t want him to see her crying. But a sudden embrace stopped her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest.

“it’s ok to cry Sora” he whispered as he patted her head. The girl hugged back and buried her face on his chest as tears began to form in her eyes. Kenya remained in silence. All he could hear were the girl’s sobs. His chest felt warm and wet, but he didn’t mind.

“You always go around giving hugs away and comforting people.” He rested his chin on her head. “Let’s change roles for a while”

The Oshitari loved having her petite body so close to him. He yearned for every second he could be near her ever since first year.  Her positive aura, her scent, her smile, her eyes, her soft skin under his touch. He wanted her to be his, but he was aware that his best friend and captain of the tennis team had feelings for her as well. In fact, he was jealous of Shiraishi for sitting next to her in class and having her near almost all the time. And confessing his feelings for her would ruin his friendship with the silver haired boy, and might bring trouble among the tennis club members. That is why he decided keep it to himself.

The sobs faded and the girl finally pulled away. “Thank you, Kenya” She rubbed her swollen eyes. “I feel better now”

“iie” He looked at her in the eye, then he gently kissed her on the forehead. “You’re very welcome Sora” His action made her cheeks heat up. The girl swallowed hard.

“I must go back to the library Kenya” She nervously said. “Our bratty Kohai is waiting for me”

“Waiting for a couple of minutes won’t kill him”

She lifted a brow. “You have no right to say that. You can´t tolerate a single second of waiting time” Sora gently hit him on the shoulder. He rubbed the back of his neck.

“See you tomorrow then” She finally said with a smile. “And I’m sorry for your blazer”

“Nah, don’t worry” he carefreely said.

Kenya walked back to the broadcasting room. He placed his hand on his chest where Sora had buried her tears and clutched the fabric tightly. He was dying inside. Locking up his heart like Yuushi advised was not working at all. He felt he was about to explode anytime soon.

“Oi, Sora, you have to cover up for me tomorrow” Zaizen nonchalantly said.

“Ne, ne, Hikaru, it’s Ok” she happily replied while putting her texts inside her bag. Her kohai threw an inquiry look at her.

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“Takoyaki no nee-chan!!!!” The wild redhead first-year cheerfully waved at her from the tennis courts. Sora waved back with a big smile. He ran towards her and threw his arms around her, almost making her lose her balance. “Wow Kin-chan" She patted her beloved Kohai’s head. “I’ll take you to Akaoni this Friday after practice, ok?”

“Hooray!” The boy happily celebrated by jumping and throwing fists to the air. “Ne, ne Shiraishi” He called his captain. “Isn’t Takoyaki no nee-chan the best?”

“She is, Kin-chan" he muttered to himself as his eyes followed the girl. “Jaa ne, Kin-chan, I gotta go” She swirled around and her gaze locked with Kenya’s for seconds. They didn’t say a word and she continued her way.

When football practice was over, Sora showered and changed into her school uniform. She said goodbye to the club members and left the clubroom, walking to the rhythm of her favorite song. She mumbled the lyrics with her eyes closed as she headed towards the main gate.

“gomen” she opened her eyes and pulled the earphones off of her ears when she bumped into someone. “Kura, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking” she bowed and continued her way.

“Wait, Sora” Shiraishi took her by the wrist.

She turned around and looked at him wide eyed. “What can I do for you?”

He let go and sighed. “I wanted to apologize for the way I’d been treating you lately” he confessed.

“It’s ok” she faked a smile. “I’ll get going, dad is waiting for me to do groceries. See you tomorrow” Shitty excuse she came up with.

“Listen, I know I’ve been a …”

“Jerk?” she scowled. “you’d better tell me why because I don’t recall doing anything wrong!”

Shiraishi’s face reddened. He knew he owed her an explanation, but telling the truth would expose his feelings for her. If he didn’t, however, she'd still be mad at him, and that may be worse.

“So…” she interrupted his thoughts. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out.

'Is the one with a beetle or the one with the pet iguana?’

She rolled her eyes and texted back.

‘Stop bugging me'

“Can you make Hikaru run a thousand laps tomorrow?” she asked with a wry look on her face.

Shiraishi startled at the question.

“What did he do?”

“He’s been a pain in the ass lately” she put her phone back in her bag. “Anyway, do you have an answer already?”

His hands cupped her cheeks and his eyes held her gaze. He wasn’t sure about what he was about to do, but he had to give it a try. He was in love with the girl who sit next to him in class. The one whose hair smell like strawberries. Whenever she was distracted, he would pass close to her to feel her sweet scent.

Without a second thought he leaned pressing his lips on hers. Sora's eyes widened, then she closed her eyes and gave in the kiss. Shiraishi’s lips were soft and gentle. His lips brushed hers delicately, long enough that he could taste the vanilla of her lipstick. Sora’s lips were warm and sweet, just like he had imagined they would be. He had longed for that moment since summer of their sophomore year.

For Sora, the kiss didn’t feel awkward; but didn’t feel right either. She didn’t feel butterflies in her stomach like it was supposed to be according to the books Kenya’s cousin used to read. They broke the kiss and locked their gazes. “Kura” she began. “I’m sorry, but…” before she could finish her sentence, he embraced her.

“I know, you don’t have to say it” he wasn’t ready to hear those words. He closed his eyes and rested his chin in her head. Sadness clouded his features and he didn’t want her to see him heartbroken.

“I was jealous of Zaizen” he explained without letting go. She had her head pressed on his chest.

“Hikaru?” she slightly narrowed her eyes. “he’s like a brother to me” she stated.

He finally released her. “Wait a second. You don’t like Zaizen?” she shook her head. “Then, who…” he stopped at the realization. “Oh!”

“I have a hard crush on him since first year, but I knew that confessing my feelings would ruin our friendship and I didn’t want to cause trouble”

“You should tell him before it’s too late”

“But…”

“I know it won’t be easy, but I’ll get over it” he gave a half smile. “I don’t want to see my closest friends suffering, Sora”

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Kenya had received his first drum set when he was three as a birthday present from his grandfather.

Genji Oshitari, a well-known pediatric doctor in the Kansai area, was very fond of Classical music. He dreamed of his grandchildren to master an instrument of the beloved genre. Erina, his only grandaughter had inclined for the Harp. Her younger brother, Yuushi, began to play the violin at the age of four. Shouta, the youngest Oshitari grandchild, was still learning how to play the flute. However, with Kenya was a different story. The Oshitari Grandfather noticed that the boy needed an instrument to channel all his hyperactive energy. That is why he opted for the percussion set.

Kenya cherished his drum set. His mother not too much, though. The Oshitaris had received many noise complaints from their neighbors; therefore, his father built a soundproof room at home.

“Shouta, where is your brother?” Mariko Oshitari asked when she took her place at the table. Her youngest boy nonchalantly shrugged.

“He locked himself in the music room. He was upset when he got home, I didn’t dare to ask”

“Don’t worry, he'll eventually come out” her husband added.

The bleached haired boy had been practicing Bleed by Meshuggah, one of the hardest songs to play on drums. He still wondered how Tomas Haake was able to play the whole thing live. It was virtually impossible for any mortal being, even for the Speed Star of Naniwa. Yet he wasn’t quitting. Playing drums was Kenya's therapy. He used it as a relieving tool that allowed him release his towering rage. He needed vast concentration to forget the scene that involved his best friend kissing the girl he died for.

He had witnessed the confession and felt a wrenching pain consuming his heart. If only had he told Sora about his feelings for her. If only had he been brave enough. If only, if only, if only. ‘if only’ didn’t exist. He hated himself for being a coward.

When his arms and legs could not keep the rhythm any longer, he called it a day.

Kenya took a cold shower and went straight to bed. He laid on his back, staring at an imaginary point on the ceiling. Tears formed in his eyes and he shut them closed, covering them with his forearm when he heard knocks from his door. The knob turned revealing his brother.

“Nii-san” Shouta worriedly asked. “Are you ok?” He didn’t get any reply. “If there’s anything I can do let me know” and with that he closed the door.

What hurt the most was that he had to see Sora and Shiraishi everyday in school. He wasn’t sure about how to deal with it.

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Kenya exhaled before sliding the door open. He rapidly scanned his classroom before entering. His classmates were chitchatting. He heard girls’ conversations about make up and random stuff, while boys were discussing about the latest video games. His eyes darted towards the tennis captain. He and Sora were sitting together at her desk. Shiraishi had dragged his chair next to her. Their eyes were focused on her iPad screen and the two shared earphones.

The Speed Star of Naniwa headed towards his desk, placed his bag on the side and took a seat. He crossed his arms on the desk surface and rested his head.

“I swear if they don’t end up together, I will sue everyone involved in this drama” Sora annoyedly slammed her hand on her desk.

“Wow, calm down” Shiraishi Kuranosuke was Sora’s Korean drama partner. They would meet up on the weekends to watch the series together.

She pressed paused.

“What’s wrong with Kenya? he didn’t say hi” The girl tore a page from her notebook and formed a ball, then threw it hitting the Oshitari’s back. Kenya turned around with a wry look on his face. Sora and Shiraishi waved at him, but he just ignored them. The Korean drama freaks exchanged glances and shrugged.

When the lunch time bell rang Kenya stood up and left. He wasn’t hungry at all and holing up in the broadcasting room sounded good. He had to do the noon broadcast after all.

Sora followed him, but keeping Kenya’s pace was impossible. She carried a paper bag with her with a cute drawing of the Oshitari chibi version. It also had a handmade card that had “arigatou” written on it. The girl was awake all night baking pain au chocolat for the bleach haired boy.

She entered the broadcasting room and scanned the place with her eyes until they landed in the boy she was looking for. He was sitting on a chair leaning back with his eyes nailed on the ceiling. Sora closed the door behind her.

“There must be something interesting up there” she broke the silence. She grabbed a chair and took a seat in front of him. He accommodated, sitting tall to face her.

“You look terrible” he carelessly said. It didn’t bother her though. He was right.

“I stayed up all night making this for you” she handed him the bag. “I know you like them. It’s my way to say thank you for yesterday.” She warmly smiled.

He looked at the chibi drawing of him and half smiled.

“wouldn’t Shiraishi be upset with you for giving away baking goods to other guys?”

She tilted her head. “Why would he?”

“don’t play dumb with me Sora!” he snapped. “I saw you two yesterday near the school gate. At least you could have found a more private place”

Realization hit her. “Oh! You mean that”

“Are you jealous Kenya?” her giggles irritated him.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m not dating Kura, nor anyone else” she finally admitted.

“But…”

Before he could say another word, she leaned forward. Her lips met his in a quick peck. “you’re the one I like. The one and only” she sweetly whispered before brushing her lips against his one more time.

She pulled apart and locked gazes with the boy for few seconds, that seemed an eternity for him.

“Enjoy your pain au chocolat” she smiled and stood up. Before she could turn around Kenya grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.

“Tell me I’m not delusional” he asked under his breath. He stood up and cupped her cheeks, caressing her smooth skin with his thumbs.

“This is real” she muttered.

There was nothing left to say. Sora didn’t have time to react before Kenya slammed his lips against hers. The moment she was yearning for so long. She hungrily kissed back.

It was rough, the good kind that turned her on. Her arms reached up and tangled around his strong neck. She felt fire igniting inside and consuming her entire body. His lips were warm. His Acqua di Gio fragrance was so addictive she didn’t have any intention to let go. She was doubtless Kenya was the right one.

The boy's insistent mouth parted her lips. Sora pushed Kenya making him fall on the chair behind him with her on top. Without taking a break from each other’s lips, she accommodated her knees on each side of his legs. Kenya’s hands slid down until they found her hips and pulled her closer. A sweet moan escaped her lips when she felt something hard right there.

They broke the kiss before it was too late, resting their foreheads on each other’s. Their gazes interlocked as they tried to catch their breaths. “I…ah, we can continue later” her voice was trembling. “I mean, only if you want to. Dad is out of town…”

He suddenly embraced her and buried his face on her neck, inhaling her fragrance. He wanted to memorize it.

“Only if you’re certain you want it" he whispered.

“Daisuki, Kenya" she softly said.

He leaned back, meeting her eyes one more time. “Daisuki, Sora"

Three figures from the outside were peeking through the door. They could hardly see anything, though.

“Hikaru-chan, you’re too young to witness this" Koharu said to his Kohai.

“Koharu is right" Hitouji covered Zaizen’s eyes, who immediately snapped his sempai’s hands off.

“Yuuji-sempai, Koharu-sempai" Zaizen extended his hands in front of him, palms facing upwards. “It’s my win” the kohai triumphally smirked.

His sempais wryly took the money out of their wallets.

Damn Zaizen.

“Congratulations Hikaru-kun” Sora opened the door; a mocking smile grew on her lips. “Sorry guys, but the show is already over”

“We were just passing by, right Yuu-kun?”

“Hai, Hai, Koharu”

“Jaa-ne, Sora-chan" they waved at her and left before they got murdered.

“Get me some chocolate and I’ll spare your life” She addressed the spiky haired boy.

“Oi, Zaizen” Kenya stood behind the girl. “I want chocolate too”

“No” The youngest nonchalantly replied. “And Kenya-Sempai, don’t make her cry”

“Stupid brat” The bleach haired boy hissed as the black haired walked away.

“Let’s cuddle on the couch, Kenya” She smiled at him, and took his calloused hand in hers. The boy followed with a blush on his face.

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