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"Senpai! I'm having a hard time with my arithmetic assignments."

Patient as he is, he'd offer a hand and a seat beside him. "Don't worry, perhaps I might be of help," he would say with the easy grace of someone practiced in serenity.

"Senpai! My girlfriend is upset with me—what should I do?!"

"Senpai! I want to confess to my crush. Should I go for it?"

Teru is not well-versed in the field of romance. Not really. Still, girls and boys alike flock around him like birds with eager eyes and equally eager ears—fluttering, flustered, hopeful. He tries his best. Even if all he has to offer are honeyed lies and half-assed advices from equally hollow experience.

"Big brother is so kind! I want to be like you."

Kou was ten when Teru had been thirteen.

The younger blond's eyes—a blue that mirrored his beloved older brother's—had a brilliance in them that shone so beautifully, childishly, blindingly bright. Teru's only appeared to gleam. Jaded things, slick with a sheen so false it might almost pass for hope.

It aches, sometimes, to be adored. Still, he placed a gentle hand atop the mess of a hair Kou has and spoke solemnly, "Someday."

He's a teacher. A brother. A model. An exorcist. Komome's darling prince. Heavy was the crown and Teru Minamoto wears it like it's sewn to his skull.

There are moments—sweet ones, rare ones—where he lets the crown fall and the pretense crumble beneath his feet like gravel.

It is when he's with you that he lets himself breathe a little loose, a little lighter. It is in your arms that he discovers the sweetest haven he knows. In most day when the emotions swirling in his chest like relentless tides are as heavy as the crown he dutifully wears, he finds himself constantly seeking your embrace should his schedule allows even a sliver of time.

And indulge him, you do.

How could you not? When he greets you with the gentlest smiles, whisper the sweetest words in your ears, and seals it all with an even sweeter kiss that leaves you often breathless and giggling against his lips.

How can you not, when his duties often pry him from your widowed arms?

You could never bring yourself to withhold from him the simplest joys.

Teru Minamoto deserves the world, yet it is the same one that lets him bear the weight of duty no one your age should.

Adept as he is in hiding the discomfort, the frustration, the weariness sinking deep into his bones—every now and then, he slips.

And he lets you see, a sliver of honesty worn on his sleeves.

When those moments come, you pull him aside without hesitation—wrap him up in your warmth, and shower him with the love he so quietly, desperately craves.

He’s so, so grateful to have you. No words could amount to how much love blooms inside his chest whenever you touch him.

Big on physical affection, especially when he’s comfortable with someone. Hand on your waist, arm slung over your shoulders, pulling you close just because. Sometimes it's just his way of saying he likes having you close.

But as much as Bankotsu's a physically affectionate guy, he's not the type to be all over you in front of others...

He's not ashamed of you nor is he trying to hide anything, he just thinks those private moments are more special when shared away from prying eyes.

He reserves the heavier stuff behind closed doors when it's just the two of you;

Kisses fall into this category.

He loves kissing every inch of you. From your face, neck, hands, or anywhere on your body.

But if he had to choose, your lips would always be his top priority.

Still, nothing leaves him all mushy and sappy than when you're the one peppering and showering his face with kisses.

Do that every night and he swears he'll fall harder and deeper for you.

Battle scars are a part of the life he leads and while he takes pride in most of them, there are a few that carry stories he'd rather not dwell on.

But he won't stop you from running your fingers over them, softly tracing the ragged lines that marred his skin. He’s used to rough hands and gentle contact is rare, and he’s a sucker for it. He won't say it out loud but he craves and cherishes that kind of contact with you.

Bankotsu’s definitely the type to enjoy a bath together, not just for the usual reasons, but because it gives him an excuse to have you close — especially when you're washing his hair and braid it afterwards.

It puts him at ease having your fingers run through his hair and massage his scalp.

It's not intended to be sexual but he's a bit of a tease, though, so you might find him nudging things in a flirtatious direction if he’s in the mood.

Loyal...to a fault.

Some might call it devotion, some might call it obsession—it’s a fine line, really The point isss, he’s all in. If you ever so much as doubt that, he’ll go to ridiculous lengths to prove otherwise. He’ll carve it into stone if he has to.

You’re his, and he’s yours—end of discussion.

Quick to jealousy. But it isn't his fault people just don't know their place (preferably 10 feet away if their words and gaze start carrying a little too much intent)

If you’re oblivious to it...well...you’re getting an earful later, because how could you not notice when it was so obvious someone else was shooting their shot!?

That said, Bankotsu's not the overbearing, possessive type. He trusts you. Confident enough to know he doesn't need to police your every interactions. You can talk to whoever you want, be friendly, socialize...but the moment he picks up on that kind of interest from someone else—or god forbids, from you— the mood shifts.

He has something to say...or do.

He likes knowing your focus is solely on him. Always. And he definitely won't shy away in asserting his place in your life even if it means going as far as sending that someone to an early grave.

Your bullshit is his bullshit.

You wanna do something dumb? Great. Sounds like a good time. You have weird habits? Fine, he probably does too. You wanna do something absolutely unhinged at godforsaken hours in the night? Say less, he's already on his feet.

Half the time, your antics fuel his own, and before you know it, you’re both enabling each other in the worst (or best) ways possible.

If you're a fighter like him, Bankotsu's idea of quality time is throwing down in a sparring match.

Nothing gets his blood pumping than when you show off your fighting prowess. There's something undeniably sexy about someone who can go toe-to-toe with him and hold their own.

Get a good hit in, and he might just have to pin you down and kiss the fight out of you.

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He's not unduly concupiscent. Despite his youth, he doesn't have a high libido...but he indulges in physical gratification every now and then.

With that established, how he behaves in bed is dependent on his mood or your preference.

Although, most of the time, he likes it rough and hard (whether he's penetrating, the one getting penetrated, or none at all, go wild with him).

Switch (I don't make the rules and I'll debate anyone on this/j). He prefers dominating/topping but he won't turn you down if you want to switch the dynamic.

Whatever you're down for, he's in. He's willing to push himself out of his comfort zone if you suggest experimenting or try out new things in the bedroom.

Weird kinks? Some freaky stuff you like? No need to tell him twice, his clothes are already off.

His stamina is ridiculous. But it's none too surprising. All those years of training, fighting, and honing his skills aren't for nothing; so rest assured he can go for hours until you tap out.

Bankotsu's either a sadist or a masochist under the sheets. Or both. Take your pick.

Undoubtedly, he'll leave bruises and teeth marks all over your skin, enough to draw blood. It gives him a dark sort of satisfaction knowing that they won't heal until a little later.

Likewise, he enjoys it when you rake your nails along his back until he bleeds and mark him with your teeth in turn. Pull his hair. Hurt him. Leave bruises. Pain is pleasure.

Press a knife or blade against his neck while you're riding him and he's already throwing his head back, falling closer and closer to the edge.

Very vocal. He won't shy away when it comes to letting you know (or hear) how good you feel or how much he loves how you make him feel.

Missionary, cowgirl, mating press... basically any position wherein he's able to face you and have easy access to your lips. He enjoys watching your face twist in pleasure and eyes roll back as he fucks your brain out.

A tease in bed. You don't know how much he loves the sight and sound of you begging and drooling for him to do something as he denies you orgasm for the umpteenth time.

Or when you beg him to stop after making you come so much until you're shaking with oversensitivity, eyes glazed over and muttering incoherent words.

If you're AFAB, having a kid is nowhere near on his list of priorities but damn does he love cumming inside you and fucking his release back in.

On the rare occasions when he's feeling particularly soft, he'll go with gentle sex— exploring every crevice of your body with his touch and tongue while he whispers praise and words of reverence against your skin.

Aftercare cuddles are the best with him. He makes sure to clean you up if he left you too exhausted to move and join you under the blankets after, drawing mindless patterns on your skin as you both drift to sleep.

Covering up the visible love marks on your skin is a job for later.