Hey everyone. It's Quiet here. So, I'm in a chorus for the Kagerou Project, and we did a little bit of fun on the side: document/d/1GpDbK0nUe45JjWbt9C74xlem5Y8BD_DnIaDTMa CBru4/edit?usp=sharing

You can do your own fic if you want, and I'll add a second catagory to it. But for now, see September's winner:

Theme: Crack pairings

By: Shiro白

Title: Hiyori x Cat crack fic

Fingers sliding through dark hair with ease, the sun beating down – the scene is still and sluggish in the midday heat. He's definitely enjoying this, she notes, bringing her hand up to his head and rubbing at his ear now. A contented purr leaves him at that – oh yes, definitely enjoying this.

"It's so hot," she breathes, and the boy beside her shifts and hums his agreement. Perhaps he mutters something after that, but her attention isn't fully on him, so it's hard to tell. Another purr as she rubs at the cat's ear, and although her mind is foggy and lethargic from the searing heat she's able to continue stroking and rubbing; she's enjoying it just as much as he is – maybe even more.

The cat is so graceful, she thinks, watching him stretch out his paws on the grass; dare she say it, he's almost sexy. She tries to push down that thought, but it re-surfaces almost instantly; Hiyori had always been a cat person, but she'd never thought she would be attracted to one like this.

In that instant the purring stops, and the park is left silent. He stands and spares her a teasing glance – as if knowing what she's thinking, as if saying "dirty girl" with a sexy cat smirk. He turns his back to her, preparing to leave, and she feels a drop of saliva escape her lips. In her twelve years, she'd never once felt like this before.

Her mind racing, she knows she only wants one thing at that moment.

Dat ass.

Hnng.

He struts away, swaying his kitty-caboose from side to side and leaving her awe-struck, wanting more. She pushes herself up, off of the grass and the sun seems to beat down harder. Again, the boy beside her shifts from where he's sitting, and then makes an attempt to stand up as she starts to move in the cat's direction. His tail flicks and she realises her hand is trembling with anticipation, she needs to run her fingers through that dark fur – now. She picks up her pace, closing the gap between her and the feline but he's caught on in an instant, breaking into a sprint despite the heat. He's such a tease, she thinks, hearing Hibiya not too far behind her.

"You can't have my cat-ass, shota!" she screeches, pounding the pavement as fast as she can for only the chance to tap that - oh god yes. He reaches the curb, looking back at her as if to whisper "come get me" in whatever sexy language cats speak. He darts across the road and she follows, captivated.

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Truck-san knew he had a problem - he just didn't want to admit it. It wasn't that bad though… just because he liked little girls and he was a truck. Gosh. He didn't need help or anything - he was fine, seriously.

Another boiling day on the road he thinks, just driving along, doing his truck-thing – until he spots her, that is. He revs his engine twice as she steps off the pavement: Truckanese for "hey, sexy". She doesn't seem to notice. Perhaps she doesn't speak the language, he thinks, but it's more likely that she does and is just playing hard to get. Fine, if that's how she wants it.

He races ahead, full-throttle, and glomps her with all his might, hearing a scream from beside him as he does.

"Shite," he says, looking at the bloody mess that didn't look quite as appealing anymore. "Maybe I do need help…."