Breast Friends (Arakita Yasutomo x Reader)

The tournament was finally over... He finished, but all to no avail. He came in second, along with the rest of his team. But... Why did he feel a pain in his chest? He didn't mind losing a race, but something just ached in his chest. It just tugged at his heart-strings. It kept pulling. Pulling until it was ripped into two large pieces.

"Damn it!" He mumbled to himself. He balled his fists up, his knuckles turning white. His eyes narrowed. His teeth gritted. His body tensed. His throat stung. And his body shook from the angry.

"God fucking damn it!" He screamed loudly as his fist hit the tree that stood beside him. For the next for minutes, his fists collided with the tree. The skin on knuckled tore and bled. It kept going, grunts and screams forced out of his throat.

The bright blue sky was quickly downed to a bright orange-pink colour as it sluncked behind the Mountain called Mount Fuji.

After the next hour, he stood there staring at the tree. He wrapped his long slender fingers around it, and ripped his body towards it, slamming his forehead against the hard bark. He continued this for the next few minutes, tears flowing out of his eyes.

But after the first three hits, he felt a hand stop the collision between the skin and tree. He lifted his head, seeing the small female below him.

______.

"What are you doing here? I told you to go home, idiot!" He screamed into her face, clutching onto her shirt collar. But he instantly let go, clutching his forehead. "I really fucked up this time, didn't I?"

"No, you-" She started, but was instantly cut off by the passive-aggressive male.

"Shut up! Yes, I did!" He yelled out, staring her straight in the eyes, angry tears welling up silently.

Silence filled the air between them. Silence settled around their feet, the silence clawing at the ankles and soon clawing at their throats. Within a few minutes, the two were pained with the silence between them.

"Arakita..." She mumbled softly, only to receive the black haired male's face landing in the smaller females bust. This only caused the young lady to sigh quietly and pat his head. It was fairly normal for him to touch her breasts in some way, so this seemingly had no affect on her.

A small vibration could be felt on her breasts when Arakita began to speak. "I can't hear you," She sighed, setting her hands on her hips. She soon felt the weight of her head lift with his chin now resting against the cleavage of her breasts.

"I said your boobs are very nice today!" He snapped at her.

"Alright, alright. No need to be piss in my Cheerios, bro!" She started, puffing out her cheeks in a childish manner. "And I know my boobs are nice today. I have to prepare them so they're to your liking, princess."

"...... Shut up, nerd. Your breasts are too perky and way too hard! Sometimes I feel like they're fake!" He pouted, standing straight and crossing his arms together.

______ stood there for a second, slightly offended. But soon got over it. "My breasts are too perky? I try to keep them big and beautiful for you so you have some nice pillows! And besides, if I were to have implants then I would ask you how big they could be. They're only hard because of this new lacy bra I got~!" She bounced, lifting her shirt to show off her beautiful laced bra that she got from a Gravure Magazine.

He stared at it for a small while before he began poking at the nipple of the bra. "Are those things really supposed to be that hard?" He asked, soon removing his hand from his friends breast.

"Yeah, kinda uncomfortable to wear, but it holds the girls up real nice! Do you like it?" She asked, smiling brightly as she pushed her shirt back down.

"Yeah, sure. It's pretty nice. Boobs look good too," He nodded, staring down at the young lady. Soon he patted the young lady on the head, rustling her _(Hair Colour)_ coloured hair.

This led to the young lady to giggle and wrapped her arms around the thin mans waist. "Thanks, Arry!" She cheered, feeling his thin arms wrap around her neck with a gentle touch.

"I promise that next time, I'll win the race... Just for you,"He stated gently with his voice calm as ever.

"For me?" She questioned.

"Yeah, for you. I will win." His chin then began to rest on top of her head, feeling some of her messy hairs tickling his nose, of which he nipped at playfully.

_____ was silent for a few seconds. "Thank you," She spoke, soothing out her voice. Soon she nestled her face in his chest, breathing his aroma that was mixed between sweet cologne and sweat, but together, it didn't smell bad. It was pretty nice. It just smelled... like him.

"Hey _____?" He began to catch her attention, receiving a "hm" in return. "I.... I...." He stuttered, soon taking in a deep breath. "I love you," He mumbled, burring his face into her beautiful hair.

Her face had instantly turned red, but she soon relaxed at his words. "I love you too, Arry-Chan..."