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The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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5/?

[anonymous]

Memory melted into dream. For some reason the girl gave him papers, a red arm band of deputy pinned to her right blouse sleeve. That wasn’t right though…Tetsuya was the deputy chairman. Dreams have no use for logic or reality though.

Nor did it take into consideration the girl attended a different school and there was no way he’d let her touch him. Not since she belonged to ‘that illusionist’. Yet, their hands brushed while exchanging papers.

She took a seat next to the window, papers laid out on a small table and pen in hand. Hibari glanced from his own work to her at times, since she was so absorbed in papers he could get away with tracing a line up her legs to the skirt or trying to see if the girl actually had breasts or if it was just the way the knitted vest looked on such a slender body.

After lunch time, Hibari was sitting on the sofa, about to doze off until he felt the cushion next to him dip a little. Opening both eyes, he glanced to the direction of the intrusion.

‘I don’t like it when people interrupt my naps.’

‘I know’ she replies quietly. The girl moves to get up, yet Hibari of the dream grabs her wrist, tugging the intruder back down. His teeth sought out and found the little bow around her collar. A ribbon to a present…

He nibbled a little at the knot, but left it in tact. Cheek pressed against her chest proves that yes, there are breasts underneath just small and nearly swallowed by clothing. His fingers at last touch the calves and thighs he had been looking at. The girl shivered and muttered ‘senpai’ but didn’t stop him from exploring the different feeling between pleated fabric of a skirt and smooth feminine legs.

She reached up to undo the collar and ribbon, but Hibari raised a hand to stop her. No. She was not to mess with the outfit. Instead, he found a way to tug her shirt collar open enough- without unbuttoning or untying the ribbon. The girl is now on his lap, shivering and making soft noises as Hibari’s mouth latched onto a pale neck.

Her hips rock forward gently with each bite, rubbing up against him and while it’s shameless behavior unbecoming of a Namimori student, Hibari doesn’t move to stop her. It feels too good to make her stop. Fingertips delve under blouse and vest, scratching soft skin with nails before grabbing a right breast. Or maybe calling it a ‘breast’ was too generous since Hibari’s hand nearly covered the whole thing. It felt softer than the rest of her lean body though, tender and very sensitive if the higher pitch of her voice was any indication.

The dream ended with a subtle lift of her skirt, no underwear. In his dream, Hibari scowled. Lacking the proper under garments was a clear violation of code, yet he didn’t mind too much when she guided his hand underneath...

…Hibird good morning chirps and warming up to the school anthem dragged him out of the dream. Hibari felt feverish and refused to think about the dream or how his body reacted to it. The bed was stripped of its sheets to be cleaned while he was away at school, same for his boxers and yukata.

The wet dream had put him in a foul mood for the whole day. He didn’t want to think about that girl in such a way. Or anyone for that matter. Sexual attraction meant attachment, something Hibari would rather live without. Yet, in moments where his thoughts wandered or when he was asleep, Hibari found himself in the exact predicament every time.

She was on his mind, whether he liked it or not; and the image of her wearing the Namimori uniform- whether innocent recollection or fever dreams- would not leave the Chairman alone.

After weeks of sleeplessness and terrorizing the students who attended Namimori Middle, Hibari finally broke down to one simple resolve. In order to ‘fix’ what was wrong; he’d have to go to the source. After all, he wasn’t the one at fault. It was the girl. She started all of this by provoking him, by coming to his school and wearing the middle school uniform. These conclusions lead him to an abandoned amusement park one Sunday afternoon.