#the way his stripes shine reminds me of a ribbon on a present

[cherrychilli]

18+

Eddie Munson x AFAB reader, established relationship, lingerie, allusions to oral sex(F), PIV sex

a/n: I'm no seamstress by any means but I can do a decent enough job with a needle and thread and I love making my own lingerie from time to time so it got me thinking about dear sweet horny Eddie and what it might be like when you let him in on your little hobby.

You'd first told him about it a few months into your relationship, on a day when a press of his lips to the corner of your mouth had turned into open mouthed kisses, his tongue wrapped around yours. Eddie had pulled you closer to feel more of you then, settling you in his lap, pushing your skirt up to find the black, hand sewn lacy garters circling the thickness of your thighs, made dainty and pretty with ruching and bows.

He doesn't even know what they're called – all he knows is that he likes them, a lot and he tells you so between kisses, tracing the soft fabric with his fingers, pinching the delicate lace with a low whistle. He slips in a corny but sweet line about how it makes your thighs look like they've been giftwrapped just for him and that gets a giggle out of you, telling him you made them yourself.

"You serious?", he looks up at you, amazement shining bright in his deep mahogany eyes even when you try to downplay it, telling him it's not that hard. But your modesty does nothing to stop him from thinking you're the most talented person he's ever met and he reminds you of that mixed in with more praise when you change positions and he's down on his knees, slipping his fingers under each garter while he fits his head between your legs.

"Turning up in a pretty little outfit like this? that's begging to have my tongue on you, baby. You shoulda known that", he tuts against your clothed mound, licking a broad stripe up your panties, tasting the wetness that had gathered there on the black cotton.

He only pulled out the stitching on one garter that day – unintentional of course but unavoidable too given how tightly he had to hold you down in place as you writhed. It didn't trouble you though because it was nothing you couldn't mend with your needle and some thread back at home.

From then on, whenever you feel inspired to tackle a new design he's all sorts of encouraging, driving you and accompanying you to get all the things you need – all of the sewing supplies; fabric, thread, lace, ribbon, elastic and more. He helps you decide on which colors to get and he makes the gesture of paying for it all too, wanting to spoil you. Not to mention it's kind of like he's buying himself a present too, knowing you'll model the undergarments for him when you're done.

The most you let him help with after that is taking your measurements, letting him wrap the measuring tape around your hips and bust while you guide him on how to do it correctly but what that leads to is a lot of wandering touches and a few sneaky pinches on your ass, having to playfully swat his hands away if you hope to get anything done.

Eddie backs down with a little whine but all the faux pouting's just for show. He finds space on your bed while you look up DIY tutorials online at your desk before you get down to sewing, all of your supplies laid out neatly by your side, ready to be used.

While you're busy he spends his time strumming away on his guitar, pencil tucked behind his ear as he brainstorms lyrics for a new song. Both of you liked working on your own projects this way, in the same room because you appreciate having each other's company and presence to surround yourself with while you create.

Though Eddie had promised not to look too much he struggles to uphold that promise as he sneaks peaks at you cutting out patterns for a matching lace bra and panty set. He adores the cute way your brows scrunch together in concentration when you thread your needle and how you sometimes mirror him with your tongue pinched between your lips while you meticulously stitch all the individual cut outs together.

Somewhere between the time it takes you to get the panties finished and the bra started he approaches you, one hand clamped over his eyes so he can't see your progress – he knows how much you want to surprise him with the final result. Held out in the other is a mug of that tea you like, having made a quick trip to your kitchen and back, a bag of potato chips cradled in the crook of his elbow for you too.

You thank him and gladly take the offerings, cheeks growing warm when he plants a quick kiss on the top of your head. "Don't overwork yourself", he coos into your hair, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze before he heads back to your bed and picks up his guitar again.

The tune Eddie's playing carries you through the rest of your stitching and close to an hour later you swivel your desk chair around in his direction. "I'm done", you announce with a sunny smile and he grins back at you, fingers abandoning his guitar. "You gonna get changed right now?" he asks hopefully, eyes twinkling.

"Yup", you answer him, popping the 'P' with a little wink. You gather the set in your arms, stepping into the bathroom. "Wait here, I wanna do a reveal", you tell him before closing the door, all giddy with girlish excitement, proud of how the it all came out.

The wait isn't long but every second that passes has Eddie feeling like his head's full of fireworks, finding it impossible to remain still, fingers drumming on his knees, legs hung over the side of your bed, socked feet tapping away on your carpeted floor.

You don't announce yourself once you've changed, unlocking the bathroom door and letting it swing open as you lean against the doorframe, letting your boyfriend take in your newest creation.

You know you've succeeded when his lips part, jaw going slack and his eyes going wide to rake over every inch of you, stunned.

He makes grabby hands at you and its somehow made cuter given his age so you step forward to let him get a closer look, occupying the space between his spread legs, letting him place his warm hands on the bare skin of your waist.

It's always a rare moment when Eddie goes silent, words escaping him as he quietly admires the way the material wraps around your proportions perfectly and the the cheeky cut of your panties as you do a little spin for him, the front a soft lilac satin, the back a matching shade of lace to reveal your ass through the floral embroidery.

The bra is simple – nothing too elaborate like some of the designs you'd scrolled through but it compliments the underwear well. The straps are thin and rest comfortably on your shoulders, the rest sewn in a longline style. It's sheer with the same floral lace as your panties so your nipples show through, your breasts supported well even without padding or underwire for extra softness, all with a tiny, pretty ribbon bow stitched right in the middle to match the one on the front of your panties too.

"You're so fucking beautiful", me utters, pulling you closer to kiss you right above your belly button, making your chest flutter with a thousand beating wings, a hurricane of butterflies taking flight just beneath your skin.

You let him lay you down on the bed and he's far more gentle than he needs to be when he slips your panties to the side, not wanting to stretch or snag the lace and ruin all your hard work. Your belly feels warm like sunlight spilling through your window in the morning because he's so careful with the pretty underwear while he runs a finger through your wet folds, making you feel like something as delicate as porcelain, something to touched with care and worshiped. It makes you hunger for more, pulling him closer by his shoulders.

"Wanna feel you inside", you place your lips on his, hands helping him to unbuckle his belt as he leans over you. You pull not so gently at his clothing, a big contrast to how he's handling you, tossing each article to the side impatiently while you remain in your cute little ensemble. You wouldn't be ridding yourself of your underwear tonight and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Can't believe I've got the prettiest doll in town all to myself", Eddie huffs a breath against the column of your neck at the same moment you suck one in, pressing his cock inside you, so thick and hard it makes the stretch that much better.

"And she's all dressed up just for me"

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l-longtail sparklecat pLEASE

FULL ODDS SHINY LONGTAIL

[babbushka]

If it’s an option to have Flip give you his dick in a box, please sign me up! I’d love to request that for a holiday prompt, if you’re willing! Thank you! 🖤🖤🖤

(1.6k, NSFW (blow job/face-fucking, grinding/boot riding, fingering & comeshot), okay I have over a dozen requests for this now lmao. This is crack and it’s all @safarigirlsp & @lumberjack00fantasies fault !)

You come home from running a couple errands to find that Flip’s truck is already parked in the driveway. That was strange, you thought, because he wasn’t supposed to be home for a few more hours. For a minute, you wonder if everything’s okay, if something had happened at work for him to be home so early, but then you figure no, he would’ve called you if it were something serious. Shifting the big brown paper bag of groceries onto your hip as you close and lock the door, you hear a sort of rustling coming from the blackness of the living room.

“Flip?” You call, stepping out of your shoes and setting your bags down.

“In here ketsl.” Your husband’s smooth deep voice sounds from the living room where you heard the rustling, and you put your hands on your hips as you walk through the foyer.

“Honey why is it so dark in here?” You’re confused, but the moment that you step down into the sunken living room, the fireplace roars to life.

Your eyebrows shoot up, because illuminated by the fire, lying on his side on the plush shag carpet in all his glory is your husband. He’s dressed boots and all, got one of his hands propping his head up, but the other is holding a very…strategically placed present in front of his crotch.

“Hey, honey-bunny. I got something real important to give you.” Flip winks, “So, just sit down.. and listen.”

You take a seat on the couch, knowing that whatever he’s got planned, is certain to be the start of a wild evening.

Flip reaches over to the record player and drops the needle, and all of a sudden a groovy tune starts to play, something smooth and slow and sensual, and he clears his throat.

“Baby, you know we been together, such a long, long time…” Flip begins to sing, and your brows have a hard time coming back down to Earth, because your man hasn’t sung unprompted since the summer of ’67.

“Uh huh,” You try your very best not to laugh at whatever the fuck he’s doing.

“…And now I’m ready, to lay it on the li-ine.” Flip continues, in that deep deep voice of his that has you wondering if he’s pranking you. “You know it’s Christmas, and my heart is open wide, I’m gonna give you something, so you know what’s on my mind.”

“Did – when did you have time to rehearse this?” You look around, wondering if Jimmy is going to pop out from behind the couch with a video camera or something, but Flip gets up, holds the present as he saunters over to you while you continue, “We don’t celebrate Christmas.”

He takes a step to the beat, his hips swaying along.

“It’s a gift that’s real special, so take off the top.” He stops in front of you and his hips cant towards you as he encourages, “Take a look inside…”

You pull the ribbon off of it, and lift the lid and your hand flies up to your mouth because: “That’s your dick, in a box.”

Flip looks so pleased with himself, so pleased with this present of his, that he has to physically restrain himself from fist-bumping the air. You have no idea what’s gotten into him, he’s never done anything like this before – did he lose a bet?

Flip’s song isn’t over though, and now that you’ve seen his big gift, his hips buck along to the music as he continues to serenade you;

“Not gonna get you a diamond ring, that sort of gift don’t mean anything. I’m not not gonna get you a fancy car, girl, you gotta know you’re my shining star. Not gonna get you a house in the hills, a girl like you needs something real. I want to get you something from the heart, something special, girl.” Flip closes his eyes and lets himself feel the music, before pointing to his cock, “That’s right, it’s my dick in a box.”

He’s looking at you, eager for your reaction, and you realize he’s being earnest.

The music keeps playing as you reach inside the box, wrap your hand around his hard dick. How long has he been hard to keep it up? When did he come home and set all this up? You have a million questions, but all of them fly out the window when you shimmy the box off his cock, the proud curve of it nearly smacking you in the face.

Without saying anything, you lick a fat stripe up his shaft, and Flip pitches forward just a little, not expecting you to dive right in.

“Do you like it?” Flip asks, wagging it in your face, making it smack lightly at your cheek.

“You’re insane,” You firmly grasp his hard hard cock, making his whole evening when you laugh out, “But yes, I like it.”

You like it so much in fact, that you want it in your mouth immediately. Your tongue runs over the thick bulging veins as you slink off the couch and land on your knees on the carpet. The box with the huge hole on the side of it resting on the floor nearly takes you out of the sexy mood, but then Flip’s hand scratches against your scalp, and you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

You suck at the head of his cock, watching him bite at his lip, watching his chest start to heave from how hard he’s breathing. He must’ve been edging himself for ages, and you didn’t want him to have to wait anymore.

“Oh fuck.” Flip groans out as you begin unbuttoning your blouse. From his angle above you, he can see straight down your bra, your cleavage pushed together from your pretty bra.

You only smile a little, before letting your eyes close, head bobbing up and down over his cock. Your hand makes up for the few inches you can’t fit just yet, your spit lubing it up enough that the slip and slide is easy on his shaft.

“Mmm,,” Jerking him off and sucking his cock, you moan around him, and that makes Flip’s grip on your hair a little harder.

He shuffles closer to you, his jeans falling down his strong thighs just a little bit from no longer being held up by the box. There’s something so fucking hot about Flip with his jeans open, that dark happy trail scruffy over the tense muscle of his stomach. You take more of his cock down your throat, your other hand moving to rub against his thigh.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard tonight baby,” Flip promises, holding your head steady as he thrusts in and out of your throat, and you try your best not to choke on him, “Gonna make you fuckin’ scream with this cock.”

You only moan and nod, your pussy starting to clench and drip in your panties. If Flip is getting off, you don’t see any reason that you shouldn’t either, so you pull his leg forward and begin to grind your hips against the shiny toe of his new boots that you got him for Hanukkah this year.  

“Jesus ketsl.” Flip grunts as you moan from the friction on your pussy, your clit throbbing. His thrusts speed up, until he’s fucking your face on auto-pilot, hips seeking the tight clutch of your throat, “You’re gonna come like this? Just like this? My cock down your throat?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” You take whatever he gives you, focusing on your own pleasure, on the way he pushes his foot up onto his heel and gives you a better angle to undulate your hips down onto his boot.

Your hands have an iron grip on his jeans, your eyes watering from the sheer overwhelming feeling of his cock down your throat, your pussy desperate to be filled the same way. He had promised, but you want it now, want to be fucked hard now.

“I’m – fuck, I’m going to come.” Flip’s stomach flutters and tenses in front of your face, and you know he’s close. You prep yourself for the taste of his come, but he shakes his head, practically drools all over himself as he watches your breasts bounce, “Gonna come all over these perfect tits.”

Only a few moments later, he’s pulling out of you carefully, and you gasp down harsh breaths, your throat raspy.

“Shit,” Flip spills himself all over your cleavage, watches as it splatters and lands on your flesh, the hot white ropes sticky. He sighs and shudders out his pleasure, reveling in the debauchery of it all.

“Get me off? Please?” You’re close too, your panties smearing your slick all over his boots, desperate for him, for anything he’ll give you.

Flip pushed you gently onto your back and shoves his hand into your soaking wet panties, thrusts three of his fingers into your aching pulsing cunt, one thumb on your clit and fingers you hard and fast until your thighs are trembling, toes curling, back arching out your orgasm.

He collapses down next to do, the both of you spent…for now.

The fireside crackles steadily, the record player having finished its song long ago. That damn box is still lying on the floor, the half-hazardly cut hole in the side reminding you of all this all started in the first place.

You break out into bright laughter, and Flip joins in, the both of you covered in come and sweat and filled with absurd joy. He certainly was something, your husband, you grin into his armpit as he hugs you close.

And even though you don’t really celebrate this holiday, you can’t help but think that maybe it was okay, just this once.

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Shokugeki no Hiraku - Chapter 4

-One of the Three-

“Do you know her?” Hiraku asked while him and Kyo were walking out of the arena. “Huh?” Kyo responded. Hiraku’s face remained unreadable as he continued. “You said you know everyone, so doesn’t that mean you also know that Kung Fu-girl?” For a short moment Kyo remained silent before he exclaimed. “Oh? Hojo? Ah.” He began scratching the back of his head once again. “Ahahah, of course I know her. I had a few classes with her throughout middle school and I told ya I am tight to the big personalities of our Generation, didn’t I? Shall I introduce her to you?” Hiraku didn’t answer but still Kyo took his arm and dragged him to the side. “We’ll wait in front of the Arena, maybe we can meet her once she leaves!” And so they did. The sky had already turned orange and most students already begun walking into direction of wherever their home was while Kyo and Hiraku remained in front of the Arena. Hiraku had his eye fixated on the entrance they were standing in front of, while Kyo was sharing all of his grand achievements on the academy thus far. “And because my former English teacher was such an unfair nag, I started to rebel. She tasked us to write 200 words for our essay, but get this, I wrote 202 to show her she’s not my damn Boss. So Yukihira, should you ever have troubles with a teacher, you know who to call!“ “Hm.” Hiraku hummed as a response to Kyo’s rambling to which he paid about eighty percent of attention. Kyo however seemed satisfied with Hiraku’s response, as he gave a proud nod before exclaiming. “Oh, I should tell you about that time where I didn’t wrote a date on our math test because the teacher was basically bullying the class and I just couldn’t let that sta-“ Hiraku had raised his finger a bit and pointed towards something in the front. “There she is.” He spoke dryly as always. This made Kyo interrupt his monologue and to rather ask. “Who?” Hiraku stoically responding “The Kung-Fu Girl” made him realise what they were here for in the first place and how he had turned away more and more from the entrance while talking. Now that he was reminded he did make a turn and instantly saw the figure that was leaving the gate. 

The bright, red fan, easily spotted from a far revealed instantly who this figure was and the nearer she came the clearer became the other distinguishable features like the wild, blonde hair, the extraordinary long, flowing cowlick that sprouted out of her head like a flower and the shining, confident, violet eyes which all in entirety made Hojo Suzume. She was not in a Cheongsam anymore which Hiraku assumed to be in the sport bag she held in her fan-free hand. Instead she had now put on a blazer coloured in a more than familiar navy blue accompanied with an equally familiar checkered skirt. Unlike most students on Totsuki however, Suzume had unbuttoned her blazer and you could see the white shirt that was worn underneath it. There was also no sight of either a striped ribbon or tie on her collar. “Hm.” Hiraku looked down on himself and the equally unbuttoned blazer and equally missing tie. “On my old school I was the only person to wear my school uniform that way. Now I don’t feel special anymore.” As Kyo failed to find any words to cheer him up about this fact, he just decided to say nothing and rather raise his voice to call up Suzume to show how tight he was with her. “Hojo!” He waved with a friendly smile. 

Hearing her surname made Suzume stop in her walk and rather turn her head. Accelerating her walk a little bit she then approached the two with a friendly smile on her lips. “Hiya!” She greeted Kyo once near enough for him to hear. As she came to a hold then, she asked. “Do I know you?” To Kyo it felt like 50 kg weight were dropped on his head. “Ahaha!” He laughed slightly forced. “Hojo you’re always been much of a joker.” His “laughter” faded and he revealed. “Honda Kyo, we uhm had a few classes together throughout middle school.” Suzume continued smiling friendly while her eyes blinked two times. Clearly she could not recall on bit of memory of the purple-haired boy in front of her. Kyo began scratching the back of his head like it was common for him, as even Hiraku had noticed at that point. “Eh well, whatever. First off: Congrats! You’re one step closer now, eh? That was certainly impressive.” At that Suzume grinned and eagerly nodded four times. “Ah, Thank you, Thank you! And yeah!” Her nodding stopped but the grin remained. “We’re in the grand finale now.” “Ahaha.” Kyo laughed a little awkwardly once again. “We’re all behind you! Well except for....you know...But ah, who cares about him am I right? Anyways, Hojo I wanted to introduce someone to you...” He made a presenting gesture towards Hiraku, which made Suzume turn her head to him and for the first time see him in full on detail. “Hojo, this is-“ Before Kyo could finish, Suzume had already leaned closer to Hiraku’s face and exclaimed. “Oh, it’s the transfer student!” Her eyes grew a bit bigger in genuine curiosity about Hiraku’s persona. “Yukihira was it right?” She left him no time to confirm her assumption as she rather begun to giggle. “Your speech was really funny!” Hiraku tilted his head a bit in wonderment about that statement. He could not inquire about it however as Suzume already dropped her bag to the floor and held her now free hand out to Hiraku. “Well let me take my responsibility as one of it’s three aces and formally welcome you then as a part of the 114th Generation!” She winked. “Nice to meet you.” For three seconds or so Hiraku stared at the hand as if he was inspecting it on any possible taint or ink that could stain his hands, before he took it and shook it. “Nice to meet you as well......er....” A significant silence began stretching as Hiraku just stared into Suzume’s violet orbs, while holding on to her hand and she only returned the gaze expectingly. Kyo’s eyes widened. “I just said her name not too long ago.” He hissed. “She just had a Shokugeki, how could you forget it this quickly?!” Hiraku turned his head to Kyo and said. “Ah sorry, when you two had your talk I was thinking about squid recipes.” “You what?!” Kyo shrieked. Suzume however pulled her hand back and began to laugh. “Nyahahahaha!” Her eyes which had closed while she had her outburst of laughter opened again and eyed Hiraku with no anger or even displeasure in them. Just pure amusement. “I like you! You’re a really funny one indeed!” Hiraku shifted his attention back to Suzume and tilted his head in response. Suzume widely grinned and proudly put her free hand on her hip. “Don’t worry about it! I’ll give you my introduction!” There was an almost mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she lifted her fan a bit closer to her while simultaneously raising her index finger. “I am the daughter of two of the best Chinese chefs to have ever lived.” The mischievous glimmer turned to what Hiraku had already seen in her eyes when she was having her Shokugeki. That sort-of onfident and ambitious spark he had only seen in few people so far. “Future head Chef of Hojo-Ra, future 1st Seat of Totsuki and....future president of the Chinese RS.” Her voice got louder and she began to pose. “Hojo Suzume is my name. And believe me that this will be the last time you forgot it!” “You sure have many plans, Hojo.” Was the first thing Hiraku after Suzume’s speech was over. The girl began laughing once again afterwards. She then picked up her sports bag from the ground and looked at the two. “Well, you always gotta have some plans in life, no?” Kyo only nodded in response while Hiraku couldn’t come up with one. “I hope you two enjoyed the Shokugeki by the way!” Suzume hummed then. “I hope I gave you a good impression of Totsuki, Yukihira.” There was no doubt to anyone that despite her words she was sure that she had done so. And to her credit Kyo, who was more in the position to judge this than Hiraku was, made no attempt to doubt her. “Your dish was impressive as always, Hojo! You really showed that guy, ahaha...” Another laughter of Suzume’s ensued and at this point Hiraku felt he would never, ever forget the sound of it. “Well, I certainly had fun! But thanks for the compliment!” In her mind Suzume replayed the footage of her victory being announced, which resulted in a slight chuckle once again. “About those Shokugeki things.....” Hiraku suddenly brought up, earning him the simultaneous shift of attention to him by both Kyo and Suzume. It was almost as if all noise around them shut down for him to say the following words. No birds chirping, no classmates chatting in the distance, no wind shaking up the trees. Just Hiraku saying: “You think we could have one of these?” Absolute silence. It truly was like Mother Nature itself couldn’t believe what had just been said. Kyo’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open. The ends of Suzume’s everlasting smile sunk a little bit, while her usually so lively eyes became blank for a second of legit astonishment. Hiraku however remained just the same, wondering what caused Suzume to take so long for her reply. The first one to speak up was Kyo however. “Yukihira!” He yelped. Straight-faced as usual, Hiraku shifted his focus to him. “Hm? What is it, Honda?” His expectations for a detailed explanation were disappointed however as Kyo just began stammering. “Did you just.....? Yukihira, you can’t.......! This is a different level........” More confused than before, Hiraku blinked and leaned a tad bit closer wondering if Kyo had whispered the second parts of his sentences and he just didn’t caught them. Kyo took a deep breath, preparing himself to give elaboration. However just as he had opened his mouth, Suzume’s voice found its way back into the conversation. “You are a funny guy indeed.” Perfectly in sync, Hiraku and Kyo turned their heads back to the blonde. Her little moment of surprise felt like a distant memory, as her smile was back and friendly as always and her eyes shone ever so brightly again. “I had a feeling you would be an entertaining addition and I guess I was right.” Hiraku felt that there was honesty in her voice. “You must be talented to have been approved on this school and I don’t doubt it at all. I am sure you will stir up the rest of the 114th Generation real good, me however....“ Her voice became a lot more firmer and once again it was as if nature surrounding them silenced itself to give her a stage to speak. And to also make sure that Hiraku would fully understand Suzume‘s following words. “I am sorry but you’re really not something  I want to focus on right now.” She initiated a pause, letting the words hang in the air and sink further and further into Hiraku’s mind. That way she was making sure to let her statement be a final. Once she had decided it had been enough, a jolly laughter emerged from her again. “Well, I gotta go now! I still gotta meet up with a few people! But!” A grin as bright and wide as the sun flashed up again. “It was nice meeting ya!” She made a swift turn, keeping her elegant stature throughout it. “Bye-Bye, Purple Phantom of Middle School Classes and Squid-Brain!” And with a slight bounce in her feet, she walked away. Hiraku watched her, not in full understanding about her words. He got the information that she didn’t want to battle him however what he didn’t got was the why. He decided to inquire the all-knowing, tight-with-everyone Kyo Honda about it. However as he made the head turn towards the purple haired teen something about the wide blue eyes, slightly furrowed brows and pressed together lips told him that he did not even have to voice his question. “Yukihira.” Kyo began. “You can’t just casually challenge everyone you meet to a Shokugeki. That right there was Hojo Suzume. One of the three. One of the last persons you should challenge to a Shokugeki.” A long “Hmmmmmmmmmmm” full of wonderment escaped Hiraku. After a bit of analysis in his head, he spoke. “But she refused didn’t she? So is it really a problem?” “Yeah!” Kyo instantly answered. “You still gotta learn a lot. One thing being to not just nonchalantly challenging the titans to a fight. You greatly embarrass yourself that way, Yukihira! Think about your image!” As Hiraku merely tilted his head, Kyo realised that his tirade was not very effective when the other party was only understanding half of the situation. So he took a deep breath and went into explanation. “Wanna know why she refused? She considers you way out of her league. And wanna know why?” The tone in Kyo’s voice reminded Hiraku slightly of the tone his mom had when scolding him, so he had the feeling that he was left no real choice anyway but he gave a nod regardless. Kyo raised his index finger and laid more urgency into his voice. “Within the 114th Generation there’s three students greatly outstanding from the rest. From day uno on their accomplishments within Totsuki had been much grander and notable than any of the other students in the generation. Throughout our three years of middle school it came explicitly clear that the three can outclass any other member with ease.” Hiraku felt like he was being told some legend about knights, kings and gods. “It is without doubt that they’re talent-wise ahead all of us. They basically have spots in the Elite 10 reserved for them next year.” He nodded towards the direction Suzume had left and with full seriousness stated. “Hojo Suzume is one of them. She’s part of what we have dubbed: ‘The Unmatched Three.’” “Cool name.” Was Hiraku’s first input to the conversation. Kyo huffed. “None of the three is in any way concerned with battling one of us! They have their focus set on completely other things already! Hojo for one has shifted her attention to the second years, as you saw. And as you also saw, she possesses the skill to outmatch them!” Hiraku had placed two fingers on his chin, his brows furrowed in concentration as his eyes had a calculating sense to them. He seemed to be in deep thought, which made Kyo decide to stop his ramble. Relief was going through Kyo. Maybe Hiraku had understand that you cannot just challenge whoever was passing by and would be a bit more considerate from now on, sparing him and Kyo a lot of troubles. Hiraku took his hand off his chin as a possible sign for him having come to a conclusion. Not the conclusion Kyo wanted to hear however. “I have herewith decided to become one of the Unmatched Three.” Hiraku stated as dry and blunt as ever. The other party in this conversation showed a bit more emotions towards this. “EEEEEEHHHH?!” Just like you’d expect it of him at this point Hiraku only repeated his new-found goal: “I will become on of the Unmatched Three.” Before he could outline his plan further however, Kyo interjected with fists balled in frustration. “You can’t just become one of the Unmatched Three! It wouldn’t be the Unmatched Three then anymore now would it?” Hiraku’s eyes widened a bit at that as he realised that he did not consider that. “Hm, that’s a problem indeed.” He then replied and began rubbing his chin. “I suppose it would be the Unmatched Three  Plus One then....” Was his resolution. Kyo protested. “That’s just an absolute Utopian thought, Yukihira!” Hiraku’s eyes narrowed. “Uto-what?” Kyo could only groan in response.