"The paintâs supposed to go where?" (19.)
He was positive. Yes, not a single doubt in his mind left. He hated arts and craft. Why? Because it seemed to play as his girlfriendâs special weapon in tormenting him. First, there was the doll she made for a project back in middle school. Said doll was a creepier looking Kaiser doll. Then, there was the âmodelâ incident in high school. She failed to mention she needed his anatomy, therefore clothes had to be off. And now? In college, she had to paint a scenery on an unusual canvas.
And that said canvas was something only he can provide;
Ichijouji Ken cleared his throat. Hoping with every fiber of his being that he heard Inoue Miyako wrong. âThe paintâs supposed to go where?â He squeaked.
Considering it was his stomach and all.
âIâm standing right in front of you, I know you heard me.â Miyako made a face that was half a pout and half annoyed.
When she stepped forward, Ken flinched a step back. Not only was the idea of having his older girlfriend paint on his stomach completely embarrassing. But he would have to show her class what she drew and he just wasnât that confident in his body. âW-why me? I mean, Iâm sure Daisuke would be happy to let you use him as a living canvas, hehh..â
Miyako worsened her pout, converting her fake annoyance into fake disappointment. One of the many stupid flaws Ken has was not saying no to others in fear of hurting their feelings. âYouâre the only guy I know with a twinkâs body.â She said, folding her arms.
Ken shook his head, an instinctive tick he normally did when he didnât understand something. âA.. twink?â
âYup!â Miyako hoped closer, using the boyâs dumbfounded moment to close some of the distance. âCompletely smooth without chest hair, flab, and abs.â She nodded proudly, but Ken wasnât sure if it was due to her knowledge on the subject, or at the fact that apparently he was a twink. He hoped for the latter.
Ken shifted, unable to keep up his resistance for long. âUm⊠does it have to be my stomachâŠ?â
Judging by the pursed of her lips, painting on his stomach was not her first choice. âYeah, it does.â
The blood that pooled over his nose started to go up a couple degrees in warmth. âReally?â He semi squeaked. âN-not my back?â It would be a lot easier for the one of Kindness to not face any eyes as he stood shirtless I front of his girlfriend and her class.
Miyako shrugged up her arms with her palms up and gave him a half pitiful look. âSorry, but someone went off and illegally got himself a tattoo.â
And thatâs how Ichijouji Ken found himself in this situation. Laying flat on his back on the floor of his girlfriendâs room. Shirtless, and swallowing down a thick lump of nerves. He was biting his bottom lip to help him remain still as Miyako dipped her brushed into her cup of paint. When she lightly grazed above his navel, his stomach jerked inwardly.
She sighed without any real emotion behind it. âYou need to hold still.â
âSorry-â Ken smothered down a whimper. He tried his best to remain unmoving but every time she let the brush slide, or dipped it a bit deep. He couldnât help but squirm and instinctively flinch away. âA--sorry.â
Miyako pouted, pushing her glasses back up as she glanced over to Ken. âItâs hard to paint if the canvas keeps moving.â
âS-sahh--sorry! Iâm try -ah- ingâŠ!â The erupting jolt that vibrated the young manâs body got the lassieâs attention. Sheâs seen that spasm before, heck sheâs done that spasm before. Judging by the way Ken was squeezing his eyes and quivering his lips. Miyako was confident not even Ken knew why his body reacted the way it just did.
Ah well, Art was an elective anyways. She had high grades in everything else, one fail project wouldnât hurt. Miyako smirked at her boyfriend when he opened his eyes to see why she stopped. âMaybe itâs easier if I painted your chest only?â She said, mostly to herself. Her eyelids came half way close, alerting the young lad his girlfriend just entered teasing mode.
Ken wasnât fond of that idea, he would definitely have to be shirtless in front of her class then. But she was probably right, his ribcage would provide protection from the caressing. He was too focus on staying still to properly understand the change in atmosphere.
Miyako shifted herself so that she was laying on Kenâs stomach, her face a lot more closer to Kenâs. He gulped nervously, way more self conscious than he was a second ago. She dipped the brush in green paint and decided to draw the symbol of Purity on the right side of Kenâs chest. He stayed still for the teardrop part, but inwardly jerked when Miyako changed to a smaller brush for the inner circles. She sighed, masking her amusement. âKen, come on.â
The one of Kindness blushed a bit, feeling like a child being scolded. âI--but -ah- paintâs cold..!â
Miyako hummed, agreeing with him. Didnât stop her from continuing though. She dipped the small brush again, deciding to make a vine this time. Ken lifted his head to try and see the expression his girlfriend was wearing. Hopefully she wasnât getting that annoyed with him.
Miyako slowly moved the brush over from the center of his chest to the left. Kenâs breath hitched but he focused on remaining still. The expression his girlfriend wore made him blink once. Her lips were pursed and her eyes was a bit hazed. Well that canât be right. He opened his mouth to call out to her.
Casually, the lavender haired lassie let her brush slip off his chest and downwards to his sides.
âM-miya- aha- kohn!â Ken arched his back a bit and squeezed his eyes shut. Miyako couldnât hide her smirk anymore.
Oh yeah. Ken was definitely ticklish.
âOh sorry, did that⊠tickle?â Ken heard her tone, understanding an answer wasnât needed from him because she already knew it. Even so, he still nodded slightly and lifted his head again to meet her devious gaze.
Oh yeah. He was definitely screwed.
Miyako tossed away her brush, making relief flood in her boyfriendâs eyes. She almost felt bad, almost. âYou have the best timing, then.â She said, shifting her position so that she wasnât laying on him anymore. But still had him lied down.
The way her voice didnât let up in itâs wily tone froze the boy with wide eyes. What did she mean by that? Nervously, he watched her hand reach other to the paint. âW-what are you doing?â
âOh I was just thinkingâŠâ Miyako dipped her fingers in the jar of paint, struggling to keep her grin under control. It was at this moment that it occurred to Ken that he really shouldâve scrambled away from her the moment she shifted. âItâs about time I learn how to finger paint, donât you think?â
âNo! Miya-heahaha!â Kenâs entire body jerked forward, a leg coming up in the spasm and kicked back down. Miyakoâs fingers were playfully attacking the geniusâ sides which made him try and turn on them. âSnirk-! Sta- stah--stah stop! Ahaha! No no, Miyakohohoaha!â
Seeing Ken try and wiggle his way free, half-heartedly turning back and forth to his sides to stop the sensations. Childishly chuckling against his will, Miyako burst out into her own giggling fit. âOh come on, Ken! Youâre ruining my masterpiece~!â Miyako feigned angry, trying to seem upset with him through her grinning giggles.
Even though Ken is totally aware sheâs playing around by now, he still canât help but feel a little shameful at his failure in staying still. âB-but you- hohoha! Youâre not making it easy for me- hehaha!â
Miyakoâs cheeks started to ache from her giant grin. Ken was completely helpless, he didnât want to accidentally injure his attack so he resisted flipping their positions. Over his own forced and totally girly chuckles, he could hear a giggling Miyako. That acted as another reason for giving up and riding this out. Actually, it acted as the only reason.
Curiously, the One of Pride made a straight line starting from the twinkâs collarbone, and down to the top of his navel. She was not disappointed with the reaction she got from him. Ken squeaked, squirmed, kicked and snorted. Seeing his head rolled back and his back a bit arched, Miyako finally decided to let the boy regain control over himself.
Of course, after one jab near the boyâs armpits. Ken guffawed and locked his arms together, curling up on himself instinctively. He sudden movement made the lass lose her balance and she collapsed awkwardly on top of the genius.
She slide down to the floor, laying on her side, face close to Kenâs. They stayed there until their breathing returned to a decent level. Once Kenâs after math nervous snigger died, he opened his eyes. He wasnât embarrassed by how close Miyako was to him, he actually found it comforting. Her smile held obvious grinning laces, while only made him sigh out contently.
In the end, he wouldnât have to stripe for her class. That was a win, right?
âYouâre cute.â Miyako said, poking his nose with a finger that still had some paint.
Ken scrunched at the twinge of annoyance the sticky paint left. He much rather focus on the sensation than at her comment though. His violet eyes darted from his nose, to Miyakoâs orange ones. A confident smirk snuck itâs way to the geniusâ face right before he nuzzle his green nose against her own.
âWha-Hey!â âHehhaâŠâ
Kenâs soft chuckle was much more genuine and was laced with gentleness. She could kiss him, or she could get revenge.
She did have a lot of paint left. âHmph. Staining the Digimon Empress? I think someone needs to be punished.â She said, giving the boy a devious grin.
All confidence was lost and replaced with terror. Like Dragomonâs ocean he was going to get himself stuck in anymore embarrassing situations. Quickly, Ken clumsily shot up and ran out the door. âGotta go, love you, bye!â He shouted, darting down the hall with all his might.
Miyako gasped playfully, getting up herself, smile never leaving. âGet back here, Ichijouji!â
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Title: Supposed To Go?
Series: Digimon ZeroTwo
Relationships: Kenyako / Miyaken (Ken x Miyako)
Rated: AA Anyone Aware
Season/Timeline: Somewhere in 2009
Quote: âGet back here, Ichijouji!â
Genre: Fluff?
Characters: Ichijouji âKenâ Kenneth | Inoue âYoleiâ Miyako
Word Count: 1â738
Just a typical day. I donât know either, it was a good idea in my head. Writing it was a different store all together LOL. head canons everywhere /A/