.::Contact...Protective Kiss {Akaya Kirihara}::.

The other eighth grade boy was slammed up against the fence leading to the tennis courts, a tennis racket shoved in his face threateningly. Fear and terror flooded his eyes with emotion. “You don’t put your hands on my girl, got that?!” Akaya screamed in the boy’s face, he nodded in return. “What gives you the right to touch her, huh?!”

“I-I-I don’t--didn’t--never t-touched her! I swear!”

“I saw you! You can’t lie about something I saw you do!!” He pulled back his fist, readying himself for a bloodied fist, but stopped when a hand gently settled on his shoulder. He looked over, seeing his calm, cheerful girlfriend and dropped his hold on the other boy. The boy fell to his butt and scrambled to his feet, running away as fast as his feet would allow.

“It’s okay, Akaya.”

Silently, Akaya looked over at her, absently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and the held her face. He kissed her forehead whispering against her skin, “He had no right to touch you, ________.”

“I know.” she lulled, calming against the smooth touch of his lips. “But I’m yours and no one else’s. Always and forever.”

.::Contact...Hide-and-Seek Kiss {Marui Bunta}::.

“You’re so mean, Bunta-kun.” She pouted as he blew another bubble.

“Ah? How?” He was obviously clueless.

“We’ve known each other all this time and never once have you offered me a piece of gum.” Laugher consumed her ears, slightly angering her. Was he seriously laughing at her? Yes…

“You never asked, ________-chan!” he managed through his cackles.

“I shouldn’t have to!”

“Fine, fine. Do you want some?” Marui held up his arms defensively and then reached into his pocket for something.

She nodded, smiling lightly. After popping one more bubble and pulling it back into his mouth he lashed out with the pocketed hand and grabbed her up by the back of her skull. Their mouths met in a kiss, Marui automatically slipped his tongue into her mouth and coaxed hers into his own. The full blown make out session lasted a minute or so, ending with her pulling away with his piece of gum in her mouth. “God,” she muttered with him smirking, “the flavor is amazing.”

.::Contact...Stalker Kiss {Kintaro Toyama}::.

Setting suns are supposed to be romantic, like in the manga, but it’s hard to agree with that when you’re being stalked. It’s supposed to be a backdrop for when two school kids are walking home together, one would accidentally slip about how they feel, and then the other would confess too. Or, a teenage girl would be walking home crying because she swore she heard her crush confess to another girl, but then he comes running and calling her name. That’s when she would turn and find herself locked in a tight kiss with him and he confesses.

Kintaro Toyama, though, did not read romance manga.

She kept walking, her eyes forward, and hoped that he’d forget why he was even tailing her. Lord, who knows why the tennis star would be after her. Because she sure as hell had no clue.

But what got her most was that he wasn’t even subtle about it! Kintaro wasn’t even five feet behind her as he followed, but at least he wasn’t quite as hyperactive as usual. In fact, he was rather calm.

Finally, she’d had enough, and stopped dead in her tracks, mid step. Kintaro didn’t realize her halt until it was too late and he crashed into her. She felt the distinct outline of his lips against her back as he bumped into her. Turning to ask why he was following, she was met with the fact that he was already halfway down the street running and yelling. “Sorry, ________-senpai!!!!”

She smiled at the tingling sensation between her shoulder blades, where he’d kissed her. She blushed, but she didn’t know that he was blushing as well.

.::Contact...Royal Kiss {Atobe Keigo}::.

Hyotei’s Money King always had a knack for throwing parties, especially school dances. He was also known for asking the most beautiful of girls to accompany him. However, it came as no shock when he, for the third time, offered to escort a certain someone to the latest school dance.

“________, Ore-sama has come to make you an offer…” he smirked, suddenly appearing as she slammed her locker shut.

“Ah? What might that be?” She questioned, smiling cutely and knowingly.

Atobe extended his hand, and she gently placed her own in his gentle touch. “________, ________,” she nodded at her name, “would you please allow me the pleasure of escorting you to the dance?”

“Gladly.” Aw’s ensued from the growing clusters of girls, along with some squeals of jealousy--especially when Atobe lowered his lips to a rest atop the tender skin of her hand.