#lin blubs

"what if you get robbed?" you point out. "you never know when you'll meet some weirdo on the street."

"me? who would want to rob a farmer?" he laughs lightly, tapping your forehead.

"the more reasons to rob you." you huff.

"fine, fine." he gives in, caressing the creased lines on your forehead. "ten thousand yen then?"

"deal."

kita links his pinky with yours, sealing the deal with your thumbs.

"why though?" he asks.

"security safety reasons."

he chuckles at his words used back against him. "you sure that's all?"

"well," you hum in thought. "in case someone robs you away from me."

"i'm in danger every day then."

you look up to him questionably. "why so?"

sometimes when he comes back to your slumped figure over the table or fumes blowing out of your ears, he'll come up to you, take your hand in his, and stamp the back of your hand. and just like his students, it never fails to turn your frown into a smile.

there's one stamp in particular that's only reserved for you, though.

of course you indulge in his silly request. sometimes he puts you on speaker or even turns on the video call mode to show everyone how precious you are. once or twice was alright, but when it went on and on, his friends would be the ones nagging him to go home instead. "that's enough for the night, i don't even know if im drinking beer or some overflowed syrup drink." makki looks questionably at his drink in hand.