Satisfied

His eyes were that of content, having a dumb smile plastered on his face. His gaze drifts downward, and that's when you realize that your chest is still exposed. You take a deep breath, lowering your shirt. His complete lack of any response only adds to your aggravation as you stomp over to him. He snaps out of his stupor as you grab him by the collar.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't punch your fuckin' lights out?" You spew, lifting your free fist. Keito freaks out, covering his face with his arms.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry. I didn't know that would happen."

"Bullshit!" you scream, punching him in the gut. You let him drop, his body hitting the floor with a satisfying thud. "That smile you gave me told everything. You knew that would happen." Keito lays on the ground, groaning. You look down at him, your anger slowly fading. Your **** isn't as invigorating as you thought it would be. It just feels like you are just some low life bully, picking on a weakling.

You take a deep breath, knowing that you need to calm down. Leaning down, you grab Keito by the arm. You lift him to his feet, your tone lighter then before. "Come on, get up. You look like a pathetic little puppy down there." He looks at you, confused at your flip is personality.

"Look, that was a low handed trick you pulled." You pause, taking another deep breath. "But...I can't say that I didn't enjoy it." You look away, not able to look Keito in the eye while saying this.

"I-I'm sorry." Keito admits, his gaze also going to the ground. This sounds much more sincere then his last attempt. "It's honest that I didn't know that would happen...but I also didn't stop either. So there's that I guess." he says, almost muttering to himself.

"Fine, but if I see you do anything like this ever again." You pause, looking down at his member. "I'll be pummeling that dick of yours to an oblivion." You clench your fist, sending him a clear message. He nods his head, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.

"So...friends?" Keito asks, thrusting his hand out. Rising an eyebrow, you slap his hand away.

"Acquaintance at best. You do remember what just happened right?" You ask rhetorically. Keito shifts his feet side to side, uncomfortable under your gaze. You can't help but smile, seeing him squirm like a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"So, you did say that you would tell me all that you know." You remind Keito. He looks up, grabbing out his phone.

"That's right, after that it would be a crime to not help you out." You glare at him, scrunching your eyebrows together.

"How about we agree to never talk about his again, and my fist won't meet your junk. Deal?" He nods his head, bringing up the app on his phone.