Absorb Your Passion and Turn It Into Coal
Summary: Instead of being forced to manage the Yasogami High sports teams, Ai is sent to the middle school instead for her punishment. The captain of the soccer team, Junya, does not like her haughty attitude.
Author's Notes:"an extremely long time coming, thank you anon for being so patient with me! there will be other chapters to this, prolly five altogether. who knows. this is my own choice though as i had too many ideas for a oneshot and well. y'know. hopefully the rest of it won't take as long to get out." LOL LMAO ROFL
Ai couldn’t believe the nerve of her school. What kind of stupid punishment was this? In what world would this have suited the crime of truancy? At least the threat of being held back a year for all her absences made sense. However, “volunteering” as the team manager and assistant coach for the nearest middle school sports team did not make any sense to her.
Wouldn’t it have been better to make her serve her time as one for one of Yasogami High’s teams?!
In all honesty, Ai was disappointed that she wasn’t given the option to. It probably wouldn’t have happened, not even if she prayed nonstop for a week beforehand, but, if she was the basketball team's manager…
The image of Kou Ichijoji flashed in her mind.
It still would have been miserable to have to deal with the boys her age, but, at least it would’ve meant spending more time with Kou. More time to sink her nails into him… or at least get him to notice her. It didn’t matter what she seemed to do or how much she stuffed her bra, she just couldn’t get the stupid jerk’s attention!
She sighed as she made her way into the school. There was no point in complaining about it. Just get it over with. Maybe if she played her cards right, she wouldn't have to put up with this for too long. Or have to do work at all. Guys were stupid at any age.
"This is your guys' new team manager for the term, Ai Ebihara. She's here to help you guys out but don't start getting lazy just because someone is here to take care of you guys," the gym teacher said. She placed her hands on her hips and turned toward the boy standing next to her. Her voice lowered but Ai could still hear every word. "Junya-kun, Ebihara's school asked us to keep a close eye on her. Let me or the principal know if she gives you or anyone else any trouble. She may be older, but you're in charge."
Junya, a tanned boy with shockingly bright red hair, nodded. He placed his fist in front of his now puffed-out chest and gave his teacher a grin.
Ai rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. How humiliating. She was supposed to listen to this dweeb? How was this supposed to teach her a lesson in not skipping class anymore? Teachers could be utterly insane with their stupidity.
The practice was uneventful. They played sports. What else was there even to say? Soccer was something she understood more than basketball, at least. It wasn't something that would help her find common ground with Kou, however.
The teacher had left half an hour ago. Ai rolled her eyes at that. What, just because she was here to pick up after these guys, she could just bail on her own duties? What was she thinking pulling that sort of crap after lecturing her on the importance of hard work and diligence earlier? Whatever.
She wasn’t happy about it but she got to work. Huffing, she got to work on picking up the pylons and the balls on the field. Junya dashed past her. She felt a strong breeze that tried to whip her hair as he jolted out onto the field. Within minutes, he came back with a few pylons tucked under his arm and kicked a ball toward her. The ball smacked her shins. Pain split through her bones as a hiss escaped her.
“You totally could’ve caught that,” the boy teased. A toothy grin spread itself across his tanned face. It would’ve been cute if he wasn’t so smug. “I’ll show you where to take ‘em.”
“Yeah, thanks,” was all she said as she threw the ball into the mesh bag with the others.
Wordlessly, she followed him off to the equipment room. The door was unlocked and she threw the sack into the room. Soccer balls smacked against the concrete and echoed in the crowded room. The impact was enough to force the sack open and the balls to bounce out and roll all over the floor. She sighed. Whatever, not her problem. As Ai turned towards the door, Junya grabbed onto her arm. His tanned fingers sunk into her pale skin as his dirty fingernails threatened to scratch her. He tugged her backward and forced her deeper into the room. The heavy door creaked as if its hinges were begging for oiling, before slamming shut behind them. Little sunlight managed to pour in through the cracked, dust-caked windows on the furthest wall and painted everything a semi-eerie blue-grey.
"What the hell is your problem?" Ai cried out as she ripped herself from his grasp.
A huff escaped the boy as he carefully placed the pylons onto the ground. He reached for her again, only for her to dodge his grasp by a hair. "What's your problem, Senpai?"
"What do you–ugh, don't answer my question with another question, you little pr… dweeb!"
Even in the low light of the room, she could see him roll his eyes. He crossed his arms tight in front of his chest and glared at her. "That's not how you put stuff away! Does your mom just let you throw stuff around at home and let them get broken?"
"They're balls you kick around all the time! Who would even care?"
"I care! I'm the team captain and I care a lot about my team's stuff! Now go pick it up or I'll… I'll tell Coach Ujima that you weren't–"
Pure ice water pumped itself through her veins. No. There was no way she was going to get in shit this early on because of something like this! Her eyes flickered from the fire in his angry brown eyes to the exit behind her as her stomach churned. Pangs of guilt–ugh, why did she even feel bad–rang inside her chest. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her mind raced to think of a solution.
“Look! I’m sorry, okay?!” she shouted at him. A hand pushed her slightly sweaty curls out of her face as a muffled groan escaped her. “Okay, okay, okay... Look. Don’t tell the coach or your teachers or anything like that, alright? I promise that I’ll be a better manager or whatever, alright?”
Junya’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah? Prove it.”
Sucking her teeth, Ai gave him a nod and forced a smile. “Sure.”
That fake smile stayed on her face as she picked up the sack and moved across the room to pick up each and every ball. Well, almost every ball. Junya coughed as she tied up the bag and went to place it beside the rack. A ball had rolled under a rolling rack of balls in the very corner of the room. She sighed.
“What?”
He motioned towards the cart. “You missed one.”
“Come on,” she whined. The boy immediately crossed his arms and motioned towards the cart again. His eyes narrowed. A heavy sigh tore itself from her chest before she dropped to her knees—ugh, she was so going to get him back if her new knee socks were ruined—to reach for the ball. It was too low. Another sigh. Muttering under her breath, Ai rose her hips and lowered her chest to the ground, and stretched forward.
Her shirt hung off her torso and began to ride up with the motion. Her smooth stomach was revealed to the world, well, just Junya and the ants that skittered around the entrance to the storage room. If someone crouched behind her, they’d get an eyeful of the bottom of her breasts, fortunately still covered by one of her cuter lacier pink bras.
Though, Junya didn’t notice that.
He stepped towards her and watched as her hips seemed to bounce and sway as she struggled to get purchase on the ball. He swallowed. With each clumsy motion, the houndstooth skirt rode up her hips and revealed the matching pink lace of her panties. He had seen racier things in magazines his older brother stole or the VHS tapes that his dad tried to hide from him and his brother, sure.
He had even seen other girls' panties when he and his friends would flip his classmates’ skirts to embarrass him.
This was different. Completely different.
The feelings that lit up inside his chest were similar to those he felt when he watched those tapes. His cock stiffened in his gym shorts at the memories and the sight of Ai’s perky ass.
Finally, Ai grabbed hold of the ball and more or less threw it behind her. “There!” she said snottily as she turned towards him. The sight of him gaping at her bent over with her skirt riding up made her face blanch. Immediately, she shot up to her feet, her arms banging against the cart noisily in the process, and yanked her skirt down. “Were you peeking up my skirt, you little creep?!”
“N-no!” He lied. She huffed before reaching out to swat at him. He dodged her swipes. “F-fine! I was—” He was cut off with a smack across the cheek. An angry red, a shade as bright as his hair, hand print painted itself on his face. He stood there slack-jawed before shooting her a glare. “I bet Coach Ujima’d love to hear about you hitting a kid and throwing crap around!”
That earlier panic once again pulsed through Ai’s veins.
A shit-eating grin split across his face as he rubbed his sore cheek. “Yeah, I thought so. It’s your first day and I’m a good captain so I’ll keep quiet... But, you better start sucking up to me for real after this, and I won’t tell anyone.”
With that, Junya left the room and left her boiling with anger.
The next practice was hell.
Ai sat on the sidelines in the broiling heat as she watched the soccer team try to show off. Was it for her or was it for each other? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. All she cared about was finding some aloe gel for her potential sunburn and her irritated thighs thanks to the itchy grass under her ass and thighs. Last practice, there was a bench for her to sit on. Now? There wasn’t.
At least one that wasn’t completely full of kids lazing about or their belongings that they demanded to be left in place.
So, she sat on the grass and dealt with itchy grass, intense heat and the screeching of middle schoolers. Fun, fun, fun. Then, it got worse. Because she had to tempt fate. Were the gods punishing her for decking that little jerk yesterday? Was it karma for skipping class and being admittedly kind of a bitch to guys who tried to ask her out?
She didn’t know and she didn’t care.
The first ball that shot towards her on the sidelines was an accident. It didn’t hit her, thankfully. She ducked out of the way just in time for it to dash across her head. The kid who did so ran towards her and apologized immediately.
The next five or six balls? There was no way those were also accidents.
She knew they weren’t because after the first was thrown back onto the field thanks to her, Junya stared a little too long at her. Then called the team for a huddle. Then came the barrage of balls headed for her chest or face or shins if they were a bad-if-kinda-lucky striker or whatever they were called. She managed to duck or block them with her hands if she was lucky. She still managed to get hit. Particularly by Junya who claimed he was having an off day. Pain exploded in her chest and skull with each hit. Her vision was blurry and her chest thudded but she kept her ground. Gritting her teeth, she rose to her feet and dusted the back of her legs.
“JUNYA!” she screamed out.
The team captain blinked before running towards her. His head tilted to the side innocently as an apologetic smile flashed across his face. “What’s up, Ebihara-senpai?”
Fuming, she grabbed his shoulder and crouched down enough to talk into his ear. “Can you please cut it out? Look, I... I’m sorry for hitting you the other day and calling you a bunch of names. But isn’t this all a little too much?!”
He blinked and tilted his head to the other side. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about, Ebihara-senpai.” Before she could react to his lie, a massive smirk split itself across his face. “Now, we can talk about you being a bitch to me after practice.”
Even in the intense heat of the summer sun, Ai felt as if ice water had been dumped down her back. She grit her teeth and stomped back to the sidelines. Hopefully, just hopefully, this little creep would just leave it at a conversation.
In the familiar darkness of the equipment room, Ai tapped her feet against the concrete flooring. She had done her job. Honestly? She could probably just leave right now. The teacher wouldn’t even be upset with her. However, Junya was taking his sweet time in the showers. She should leave. Hell, she could even tell the coach and teachers themselves about what happened. They’d probably side with her. Yes, it was a bad idea to hit him but they’d understand if he was leering at her, surely? Plus he was getting the rest of the team to gang up on her.
After what felt like hours and right as Ai decided to leave, Junya came into the room. “Phew, sorry about that, Ebihara-senpai! The showers just felt so good,” he practically sang out. Water still dripped from his messy red locks. He stretched. Then walked over to her.
“Look, let’s just talk about it and get it over—” Her words and thoughts came to a crashing halt as his tanned hand reached out for her tit. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
He squeezed her breast and whistled. His fingers greedily sank into her soft flesh through her uniform before rolling it around with his palm. “Pretty nice, senpai! I bet you can get guys to do whatever you want by flashin’ these at ‘em huh?” She swiped at him and he quickly ducked. Tiny bits of water splashed onto Ai’s forearm as she nicked the top of his head. “Hey!”
“You’re the one who groped me first, you little creep!” she hissed before swiping at him in the other direction. “What the hell is your problem?! Let go of me!”
“I got a deal for you, senpai. I’ll lay off with all the team manager stuff and bullying you during practice... if you let me fool around with you a bit.”
She stumbled backward. “W-what?”
“Doesn’t have to be like crazy stuff. It can just be letting me touch you sometimes and stare at you like before. You’re not allowed to hit me. I won’t tell anyone about the last few times and I’ll even tell the guys to help out with cleaning. Think about it! Your job will be super easy now and you don’t even have to do anything!”
Ai clenched her jaw. What a little perv! Still... Maybe it was a good idea. It’d be horrifically lazy of her to actually go through with it. Plus, she’d be some pervert too, an even bigger one, if she let him do it! And yet...
“Fine.”
That almost maniacal grin was back on the boy’s face.
“Cool. Now take off your shirt!” he cackled as he stepped back towards the door. His hand slid into his pants pocket as he stared her down. “C’mon! It’d be bad if we got caught here, well, I mean, it’d be bad for you, heh.”
Fuming for what was probably the tenth time that day, Ai huffed. She gave him a nod and lifted her shirt to just above her breasts. She was still wearing a bra. It was a simple but functional one. Cute but practical. Simple white with blue trimming on the tops of the cups with a blue bow in the middle. She huffed once again. Anxiety chewed away at her heart. Cruel words that were spat towards her before her ‘makeover’ rang in her mind the longer her bare stomach was bared.
“C’mooon, all the way—”
“No.” She was putting her food down. “You said it’d be bad if I was caught. So I’m not risking it. This will have to do, you freak.”
“I get it,” he sighed. “Next time though, I’m not gonna be satisfied with just this. So wear something sexier next practice.”
A groan escaped the blonde as he stepped towards her once again. One hand stayed in his pocket as the other went to grope her chest once again. His thumb stroked her breast through the cup. She couldn’t feel too much thanks to the subtle padding underneath but as his thumbnail poked through the fabric, a jolt ran through her body as her nipple was teased. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Air shakily blew out of her nose as he continued to stroke her tit.
Emboldened, Junya’s gropes grew firmer. He started from the ‘base’ of her breast and pulled his hand back. He switched to pressing his palm against her nipple and grinding it against the hidden nub. Her jaw clenched and pain split itself through her lip—not enough to break but enough to hurt like hell—as she tried to hide her reactions. Complete shame swam inside her chest and stomach. Something else also rose from her core. It only made her shame burn hotter
“Th-that’s enough—” She began only to get cut off by a sharp gasp. Slightly painful pleasure crackled under her skin as he tugged on her nipple. He couldn’t get far thanks to the bra in the way but he kept at it. He pinched. He twisted. He pushed. Eventually, the tiny bud was hard and poking through the white cotton. She panted. “That’s enough!”
“Huh? What’s wrong, Senpai?” Junya asked before pulling on her bra again and yanking it upward to reveal a bare breast to him. He whistled at the sight. Ai fumed once again as she went to yank it down only to stop once he pulled out a flip phone. A bright light lit up the room for a split second. “Gotcha! Now try talking shit to me again and I’ll show everyone this picture!”
He cackled before winding up and smacking her bare breast.
Pain split itself across her chest as Junya walked out of the room. Tears pricked at her eyes as Ai finally pulled down both her shirt and bra.