His hand yanked your collar, pulling the top part of your body towards him, the rest forced down by his weight upon you. You gasped for a moment and stared at him with one eye swollen and beginning to turn black and blue all over. Your hand trying to rip his hair out, the other holding you up as you tried to kick him off you.

'Get off you damn delinquent.' you growled through gritted teeth,

'Takes one to no one,' he chuckled,

His fist met your cheek, and your head was knocked against the table leg. Head dazed before you spat at him before teachers tore you apart not without you kicking him in the gut.

'Asshole.' you murmured as the two of you were dragged to the principal's office.

~~~

The waiting chairs were never comfortable, your body stuck to the five leather chairs. Your eye began to feel numb, as one hand laid upon the icepack keeping the pressure; the other softly fidgeted with the new hole in your shirt caused by him. Your head softly swiveled to him on the other side, he was sat up, both arms and legs crossed as you watched blood come from the scratches on his cheek. Both of you were suspended for a week for the incident, whether it was his fault; which it was or yours.

'Aren!' that loud growling voice that you knew so well made you jump, you were nervous and stood up in shock when he walked in.

'Mr Kuboyasu?' 'Y/n?!'

Mr Kuboyasu owned a local motorbike repair shop, you had worked in it since he moved. You had a lot of respect for him, and seeing him and then seeing what you did to his son made you sweat and you gulped softly.

'How do you know her?' Aren spat, You glared at him before his father separated the two of you from having another clash.

'I'm disappointed in you both! Y/n i'll see you at five am at the shop and you will work out your issues, is that understood?'

'Yes sir.' you sighed, knowing what would come.

~~~

Your lips plastered around the lid of your coffee, your eyes still tired and the bruises hidden by layers upon layers of makeup. You sighed when you saw Aren, he wasn't happy seeing you either. His face scrunched and his glasses missing, a zip tie laid in Mr Kubosyasu's hand and a wicked grin upon his lips as if he found an ingenious idea around that coconut of a brain.

'Listen here, you two will be tied hand to hand together for the rest of the day. You will hold hands when you work, you will hold hands while you eat-' 'What if I need to pee?' You questioned with a smirk,

He rolled his eyes and zipped your hands together. Telling you that he'd only release you when needed to use the restroom, You sighed and dragged him in where you got to work on a suzuki motorbike. You sighed and sat back for a moment staring at him, the deep violet hair getting in his sight, your hand pulled it back coming it softly you could see him relaxing softly before it shifted when he realized it was you. His eyes snapped away and a soft red color grew upon his face. You tied the majority of his hair back, a few odd strands still fell upon his face.

'Why are you touching me like you like me?' he grumbled,

Your cheeks red, as you looked away trying to focus on the work, 'Why would I even like a damn delinquent like you, if I'm going to be stuck with you then I'll be nice.'

He rolled his eyes, and his hand wriggled in the zip tie yet either way your hand was either in his, his was in yours or your hands both were still touching. You sighed, in reality you didn't remember why you guys began to fight in the first place.

'Why did you hate me in the first place?' You whispered softly, his head tilted towards you 'I don't know I always thought you hated me first.'

You looked away and smirked before your focus stayed upon fixing the motorbike,

'How's your eye?' He whispered, you turned to him and placed your untied hand under the part feeling it being slightly sore, if you weren't wearing makeup it would probably be as purple as his hair or worse a greenish blue color like the rest of them.

'It's swore, it's all bruised you know.' His hand found itself under your chin tilting it towards himself, his thumb softly rubbing circles just above your jaw. You watched his head follow his lips and began to pucker until you placed your hand to hold his cheeks stopping him in his tracks.

Your face is bright red, 'Not in front of your father.' you whispered,

Your eyes snapped towards his father fixing a motorbike in direct eyesight of the two of you. You watched his father excuse himself to use the restroom walking past the two of you, you heard the soft clink of the door and tackled him to the floor. Your lips pressed against yours messily, your hand held the back of his head so he didn't have to feel the cold tiles. You softly pulled your lips away from him as you tried to catch your breath. The harsh shadow that looked oddly strange came into view. You tilted your head upwards and your face went ghostly white, as Mr Kuboyasu stood over you too.

'Yes!' he shouted, 'You all owe me two hundred!' he shouted towards the other workers all of which groaned, you looked confused as he fell upon the groaned chuckling,

'Ahh you two are just like me and Aren's mum; we used to get in fights all the time!'

Your face wet red, you grabbed the closest pair of pliers and snapped the wire storming away holding your face to stop your face from growing redder.

'So we'll see you tomorrow? At the same time!' Mr Kuboyasu shouted as you left the repair shop with aren still laying upon the ground with the same look as you left with.