"Stop moving."

He kept on mumbling unaffected as he looked down on his phone, refusing to get off of you despite countless tries. He just got back from practice and now he is all over you. Sweaty, and murky.

His hands slid down to your waist as he kept on a tight grip, not wanting to be anywhere else but with you; squeezing you down with his much larger figure.

Rukawa was known for being cold, independent and blunt. But somehow, just somehow— he falls face flat at the sense of your very presence. So it's been known in school that you were Shohoku's super rookie's kryptonite.