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Reina " Jett " Thomson — Auxiliary Manager.

Manager Jett is high key precious.

@ak4rin

[text] Why are we here? To suffer? Every other day I get messages that cause pain / jett

[text message prompts — accepting]

[text — akari] yet here you are, texting me back

[text — akari] I’m starting to think you like the pain (｡•̀ᴗ-)

[text] We are in the same building, you could come talk to me. (kusakabe & jett)

[text message prompts — accepting]

[text — kusakabe] yes, that is technically correct

[text — kusakabe] have you considered…

[text — kusakabe]

While idling at a stop light, her eyes were drawn to a familiar head of blonde hair. There he was, a certain adrenaline junkie sat in the car next to her — @b4nt0s. Judging by his expression, he was in the middle of an assignment. Administration work was horrendously dull at the best of times — especially at the Kyoto campus. Things are far more peaceful here than back in Tokyo. A part of her enjoyed the chaos. Now she missed it. Sometimes, you've got to make your own fun. " Hey, Isamu! " The woman called out, rolling down her window. A shit eating grin creeps upon her face as she taps the gas pedal, revving her car's engine. " Wanna race? "

One time, Jett hid behind the dumpsters because she tried to annoy Naoto with sexual jokes over text and his response was where are you?

@b4nt0s [ CHIN ] as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly. / Naoto @ Jett PROMPTS THAT MAKE ME GO 👀

Coming to the school three times a week, seeing him had become something of a routine. A note in her week she looked forward to. Not that she planned to let that particular detail slip any time soon. No — he’d get a big head about it. For now, the plan was just to enjoy her lunch break with him. Humming from the vending machine filled the air as they awaited their drinks. A can of black coffee for her — a bottle of cold water for him. Thunk — the woman crouched down to fetch their goods. When she rose to her feet, she was met with a surprise.

A fucking ambush. There was a squeak as his finger hooked under her chin, gently guiding her upwards. A significant height difference between them meant her neck was tilted back as she met his gaze. This position caused her to rise onto her tip toes. The warmth radiating from his form; she was painfully aware how close she was to his chest. How her cursed ability functioned came with the effect that she is sensitive to people’s essence — their heart beat and cursed energy alike. With his thumb rubbing her chin, it almost felt like his life force was flowing into her own. A myriad of expressions were flickering across her face. Frankly, she didn’t know how to feel. Let alone react. The only thing that kept crossing her mind was a question. Why did he have to take such pleasure in watching her crumble? Each breath got stuck in her throat. Hitching into an inhuman sounds as words continued evading her. The core of her torso coiled upon itself tightly. Its molten magma leaking out — flooding every nerve in her body with a tingling sensation. The complexion from her collar bone up had began to glow with a crimson hue.

Now another question — why did he have to be a such a tantalizing mixture of handsome and mean? This was the first time Jett was seeing him up close. New details of his physical form emerged. His eyes were a gentle sage green that could shift into hazel with the right lighting. The olfactory experience of his decadent scent of hit her like a truck. Pipe tobacco; a warm, herbaceous mixture of sweet caramel, whiskey and hay. Sandalwood; a creamy, green mixture of wood and spice. Along side a subtle note of citrus. His baritone voice that rattled her to the core. Smooth and rich, yet had a bite like a good black coffee. A devious smirk that would appear when he was taunting her. There it was, the corner of his lips hooking into a smug expression. By that look alone, she knew Naoto was having far too much fun.

“ Hmph! ” With a flustered huff — she was finally able to pry her eyes away from him. That is when she caught a glimpse of something on his hand. A bite sized morsel left from his lunch. Now she knew exactly how she wanted to respond. If he was going to tempt her, then it was only fair she tempt him right back. Unfortunately for him, she’s a professional. Acting on her competitive instinct, Jett dipped her head down. Russet eyes would demand his attention, staring up at him. Begging him to drink her in.

“ Let me just — ” She purred, allowing her tongue to guide her to the back of his hand. Pink muscle pressing itself atop his inked flesh, leaving behind a trial of saliva as she slowly lapped up the sauce. Inspecting her handy work, she noticed a clump of rice she left behind. Goodness — that is simply unacceptable. In an attempt to remedy this, she advanced upon his hand once again. Using her front teeth, she gingerly picked the clump of rice off of him. Prompting swallowing it. Unfortunately, she had accidentally caught a bit of flesh between her teeth. Pulling it back with her before releasing. The sore, soggy spot snapping neatly into place almost instantaneously. A string of saliva glistening in the light for the brief moment it connected the two. However, it was not meant to last. The thread now dangling from her chin. “ Looks like I got it. ” The woman giggled sweetly, shooting him a coy smirk.

“ You’re welcome. ”