#mod calcium

I was wondering if I could get an s/o headcannon with Eichi where Eichi has a heart attack and almost dies(as he does).

Uhh, thanks a lot I guess!!

I am REALLY horrible at this —–

don’t worry about it!! this is a submission darling, next time you wanna do a request, go to the ask !! i mean this can work as well but usually sending it via ask is easier! don’t worry about it my friend, your request has arrived and now i shall send to you as you please!! i LOVE those types of scenarios omg i hope it isnt too angst filled

P.S. ONCE AGAIN i have messed up and im BLIND, i forgot you said headcanons and wrote a scenario omg. tho i feel like a scenario was easier to work with for this request, i do apologise once again

And remember, get calcium!♠

Humans aren’t as oblivious as one may think. Either one feigns utter ignorance, or they’re purely blinded to what’s in front of them; as much as one tried, it was impossible to ignore the straining feeling that something was breaking.

The bond of your relationship was thinning till the point of snapping, and that frightened you. You hated the fact that it had to reach this far for you to decide to take action, and you felt a strong build up of anger at Eichi for showing no effort in bringing it up either; choosing to live in a fake blissfulness as if everything is how it should be.

To be fair, both of you were at fault for never picking up the matter when it should’ve been addressed the moment it was planted in this relationship; this ticking bomb that was ready to explode.

It all started when Eichi began to act distant towards you, constant clipped responses as he excused himself to being busy whenever you tried to get together with him outside of school, or even on weekends. At first you began to wonder if you’ve done something to greatly upset him, but your trust in him rejected the idea, falsifying it that he’d never be petty enough to do such a thing, especially with you.

Marching down the hallway to the student council room, your anger numbing all the rationality in your mind, you barged into the office; not caring whether you were interfering on something important.

You hoped to find him alone, but he was seated with Wataru on the main desk discussing some paperwork. In good will, Wataru waves at you, smiling brightly, “Why hello! Now that’s one way of making an entrance!”

You smiled, although bitterly, “hello. Wataru, if you may, please leave.” Seeing his dumbfounded expression, your smile dropped as you explained, “I wish to speak to Eichi. Alone.”

He glanced between you and him multiple times before getting the hint and excusing himself hurriedly, exiting the room and closing the door behind him with a click. Facing Eichi, it only occurred to you now how his eyes were sharp as he stared at you, either coldly or calculatingly, you didn’t know.

If you weren’t so aggravated yourself, you would’ve felt hurt.

“What’s the meaning of this?” He asked, setting down the papers and reclining back on his chair.

“Oh don’t start with me,” stomping forward, you felt the venom rise up in your throat as you confronted him, “I’m here because you just refuse to talk to me; what’s gotten into you?! You seem to have forgotten me entirely!”

“That’s not true,” he defended, standing up to hold a stronger stance, “I’ve been-“

“-busy. Yeah, I know,” completing his sentence, you saw his eyebrows hitch upwards, “avoiding me like wild fire, you spend more time with everyone else but me, what’re you even busy doing?”

“Are you jealous? Is that it?”

Hearing him say that made you feel like he was belittling the problem, and most importantly, he wasn’t taking it or you seriously.

“Jealous?!” Shocked, you couldn’t help but lightly shake your head at him as your whole expression soured, “is that what it looks like to you? Because from what I see it, you’ve been rejecting me.”

Crossing your arms defensively, Eichi takes the initiative to close the space between you two as he walks around the table to approach you, “rejecting you? Just because I’ve been busy doesn’t mean I think any less of you,”

“Really? Because if that was the case, I wouldn’t be here.”

“What’s the issue here? I don’t understand.”

By now, he’s standing right in front you, and somehow you couldn’t find the words in you to vocalise them. There was so much to begin with that you didn’t know where to start, perhaps breaking it down will make it simpler, to when all this began to affect your feelings and view of the relationship; perhaps in the end of the day, it was a distorted glance produced from lack of communication, and he was in fact seeing something else.

Before being able to begin however, time must’ve run out in his head as he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing both his eyes momentarily, “look I know this is important to you, but could we please discuss this later?”

His words snapped you out of your resolve, back into a dark world where the problem seemed to only stretch further and further.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got things to tend to.”

“Later? When exactly is this ‘later’, hm? Because this is the first time in two weeks that we’ve talked for longer than a minute! And it’s about our relationship problem, it’s about us, and you’re refusing to put down whatever you’re doing just to talk to me?” Something must’ve cracked by then, because you’ve wanted to do anything but look at him at this moment, “I’m through with you!”

Screaming that out must’ve ripped your heart in two as your voice cracked at the very end, yet there were no tears, just a sting in your eyes as you turned around, too quick to see his genuinely perturbed expression as he reached out a hand to you and called your name.

“Wait!”

Without turning back, you headed straight for the door. He rushed after you, aiming to hold your wrist when a sharp pang in his chest held him back, gasping for air as he immediately gripped his chest, balling the fabric in his fists. Hearing that, you froze at the door, your hand on the doorknob.

Not now.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and he instantly felt cold, his palms and back all felt clammy as he fell to his knees, coughing violently, his right hand shot out to catch himself, resting heavily on the tea table beside him. His mouth was open agape, yet no air went in as all he did was choke on it, coughing more and more.

Whirling around, your eyes widened at the sight of him sinking to the ground, “oh my god.” you breathed.

Rushing to his side, you regretted your earlier words as you began to beat on his back, hoping that would help someway. 

“You’re going to be okay!”

Panic consumed you, as this never happened when you were around, you were inexperienced and unprepared on what to do. Your eyes then began to tear up, and fear on his well being began to creep on you.

His coughing was unrelenting, and you spring to life to do something - anything. You motioned to stand up, when Eichi grabbed your sleeves desperately, his body shaking and breathing turning rigid.

“Eichi?” Your voice shook, staring at him in confusing as you watched him sway, going in and out of consciousness as he fell back, but you caught him by his shoulders, “Eichi! Hey, stay with me!”

Laying him on his back, your heart was going to beat out of your chest as everything fell to a frenzy. With your hands splayed on his chest, you clumsily began to preform an amateur first aid on him, tears spilling as the only thing you found yourself doing was pumping his chest and begging him to stay awake.

He was practically wheezing, and kneading on your sleeve, he looked like he wanted to say something, but all that came out was heaving and cut up coughs.

“Save your breath!” You instructed, “I don’t know what I’m doing but please stay awake! Am I helping?!”

Unable to give a response, you saw him completely shut down; eyelids closing as everything fell to an unnerving halt. Your heart fell to your feet, and you weren’t sure whether it was denial or desperation, but you found yourself continuing the first aid, occasionally cupping his face and searching for any sign of life in him.

Crying out for help this time, luck was on your side as there was a boy near by who heard your pleas; and getting a firm look on the situation, ran to get the nurse as quick as possible.

                                                           —-

“I’m sorry,”

Before even opening his eyes to the familiar white washed walls and bed sheets that he knew he must be surrounded by, he allowed his meek hushed voice to spill the thoughts that were on his mind but was unable to speak. He could feel the humid sensation around his noise and lips which probably indicated an oxygen mask.

Relief washed over you as you heard his voice. Standing up from your seat that was situated beside the bed, you felt sore from how long you were sitting but you didn’t care as you leaned over him, tears reforming in your eyes as you smiled.

“How did you know it’s me?” you whispered back.

“Oh you know...there’s a connection between lovers. I just know...”

How cheesy.

He musters a weak sheepish smile, before slowly fluttering open his eyes. They were so gentle and kind, just like how you remembered them. Sniffling and letting out a shaky breathe, your lip began quivering as you apologised to him.

“No,” he reaches out towards you with his left hand and tenderly brushes your cheek with his index finger in an attempt to wipe your tears, “I’m sorry. I didn’t listen to you when you wanted to talk to me, and it lead to an unnecessary fight. I should’ve listened...”

Coughing slightly, you held his hand that was on your cheek, “maybe I went overboard,”

“Not at all, I’d be hurt too if you were distancing yourself. I only realise now my ridiculous actions, I truly was distancing myself without realising it, I only ask if you can forgive me.”

Smiling softly, you shake your head, “don’t worry, I forgive you. Sometimes we do stupid things, and it’s all because we’re under stress.”

“I’ll be better.” he promised.

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P. S. Sorry did you say HEADCANONS?? I wrote scenarios my brain slipped SORRY i hope the scenarios are good enough tho

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Eichi

Eichi heard the giggling, but pretended he didn’t, as he waltzed into the room comically slow, over exaggerating his movements as he took each step, and looked around the room, scratching the top of his head as he patted his foot.

She was watching him from the curtains, he knew, her giddy reactions were an evident sign.

“Just where did she go? I can’t find her!” He asked himself, placing both his hands on his hips. He smiles when he heard her muffled laughter and turned to see her hiding behind the white curtains, as she tried to control herself and quieten down.

He decided to keep this act up just a while longer, walking around the room and pushing away other random objects like chairs or separating the curtains from the other side of the room, screaming ‘AHA!’ then grunting and mumbling that she isn’t there either.

“She isn’t behind the curtains, or under the table, or inside the cabinet! She disappeared!” He exclaims, and her overjoyed reaction was reward as it is, her laughter and joy was simply too contagious.

“Is she behind the door?” He wondered aloud.

“No!”

He chuckled at the fact that she responded to that, she must’ve been utterly convinced that he really needed the hint.

The room suddenly fell silent, and his daughter was going to dare peeking when an arm came breaking through the curtains and scooped her up in a flash. She screamed in surprise as he hoisted her up in the air, catching her in his arms then using the momentum to spin her around, watching her squeal wholeheartedly before stopping and settling her down on her feet.

“Papa! Again! Again!” She cheered while jumping, feeling pumped up, her hair turning slightly unruly at the whirr of excitement.

“Sorry angel, papa’s feeling dizzy from all that spinning.” He chuckled, and ruffled her hair when she frowned and clung onto his pant leg.

“Awe, but I wanna fly!” She complained.

“How about this,” he decided to exchange spinning with picking her up and settling her on his shoulders, being up high is what children love the most after all, so this shouldn’t matter too much.

She clung onto his hair for balance, “Yay! Giddy-up!”

“Ow! Don’t kick me with your feet,” he held her from her hips, and so she was freely able to swing her legs about.

“Take me to my room papa! I wanna show you something!” the all knowing pause reminded her of what’s important, “please!”

“Good! Let’s get going,”

Her room was your typical rose and gold accented room, she was into ballet and theatrics after all, and so it influenced her passion and likeness of the colour pink and gold.

Eichi was awkwardly seated in her tiny chair, squished by the tea cup table as she presented to him what seemed to be a family drawing she must’ve made earlier. He admired it, complimenting her artistic skills; he could distinctly tell which was her and which was you.

She drew herself with a tiny triangle green dress, a daisy in her hair and smiling; standing right next to her was you, much taller in some blue rectangle of a dress, matching smiles and a daisy adorning your hair.

Then there was him, a stick figure with yellow all over his face - granted though, he did have a daisy and he was smiling too.

“Darling, why’s my whole face yellow?” He questioned, looking up at her as she smiled innocently.

“Because papa’s hair is all over his face.” she boldly stated. He frowned and found himself reaching over to his bangs, were they really that long? You always seemed to like them. That response is what she seemed to want as she laughed and patted his knees, “I’m joking! Papa is the prettiest man in the whole world!”

Relief washed over him, for a second there he was going to start feeling self-conscious about his hair, oddly enough that would’ve been a first.

Standing, he took her small hand in his, the paper in the other, “let’s go hang this in the fridge for mom to see when she comes back yes? And while we’re at it, why don’t we go and cook dinner together?”

“Yes! I’d love to!” she chirped, already pulling his arm to hurry.

Tsumugi

The thunder clapped furiously outside, the rain relentlessly tapping on the library windows, and it didn’t look like it was going to stop any time soon. Tsumugi watched as the sky cried, washing away the dirt from what preached to the sky, buildings, tress, whichever it may be; bringing out its darker truer colours to life.

He couldn’t help but begin to wonder where you were, and if you’re doing okay in all this rain; hoping that you were inside a warm building, seeking refuge in good food with your friends you said you’d be meeting for today.

“Papa,”

A small voice calls for him, and he turns around to look at the young boy who was currently cradling a large thick book, staring back up at him with large curious eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks as his fingers curled and latched onto the book as he began to feel it slipping.

Tsumugi smiles softly and walks up towards him, kneeling down in front of him as he relieving him from the heavy book.

“Nothing,” he chuckled, reaching over with his other hand and petting his hair gently, “don’t worry about it.”

“There’s nothing else here but books,” his son grumbled, pouting as he kicked the carpet with his foot. That’s just stating the obvious, it is after all a library, yet for him it seemed so mundane.

“Is it boring you?” Tsumugi asked, smiling softly, though he was slightly disappointed on the inside; the library was after all his favourite place, and he hoped that it’d be a shared interest between him and his son.

He must’ve seen through him however, shaking his head, “I didn’t mean it like that!”

Tsumugi stands up, chuckling and settling the book down on the nearby table beside them. “Tell you what, how about we play a game?”

“I like games!” his son was immediately on board upon hearing him utter the word ‘game’.

Tsumugi smiles, and walks up to the the table situated near the windows, pulling a chair and taking a seat; following suit was his son, copying his movement and settling down opposite him.

“How about this, you try and find a book - a story, in this entire library, that I haven’t read before.”

His mouth opens agape, there was no way that he’d win this game! Well, now it was more of a challenge. He knew his dad as the ultimate bookworm, he knew every single book out there! Yet he found himself grinning, leaning on the table excitedly as Tsumugi dared to be smug and crossed his arms.

“You’re on!” He hopped off the chair, “I’m gonna win papa!”

“Don’t shout,” he hushed him quickly and he apologises instantly, covering his mouth with his hands.

He watched him run off into the towering hall of bookshelves, and kept his eye on him just to be safe as he saw him wander and search for a book he can pick up and challenge him with.

The first one was one of the classics: Hamlet. He must’ve assumed since it was really old, his father wouldn’t have caught up and read it, but he was wrong. Tsumugi closed his eyes before he can see the cover - that one part of the challenge - and his son flipped to a random page, reading the first few lines before Tsumugi immediately figuring it out.

Huffing, he closes the book and returns quickly to the bookshelves to find another. This repeated with multiple other books, ranging from crime stories, fictional stories to fantasy stories and classics like Sherlock Holmes. In his eyes, he truly was a book expert.

Defeated, he heads back with the Sherlock Holmes book in hand, and places it back in its shelf. Then, an epiphany struck; he wasn’t going to lose just yet!

He grabbed one book, and returned to sit in front of his father. 

Tsumugi smiles, “ready?”

“Always,” he grins.

Tsumugi closes his eyes, and his son begins reading.

“Once upon a time, there was a dad and his boy, they both worked in this one shop but they were opposites,” Tsumugi hummed, nodding his head faintly as he tried to recall a children’s story that went this way, “one day, the boy decided to go out with his dad, but it wasn’t like how he expected it to be and he was sad. So when the dad told him to come again and again, he said no...but one day, the boy decided to go again to not upset his dad and...”

Tsumugi slowly opens his eyes to look at his son, to find him not even reading from the book itself. His son sticks his tongue out, triumphantly smiling, his head held by his two hands as they were propped on the table, “I win.”

He chuckles, laughing slightly as he leaned forward, “so you read a story from your own imagination huh? Very creative,” he ruffles his hair proudly, “good job.” with that, he leans back on his chair and gazes out the window, “one more thing, what did the kid feel when he went with his dad again?”

He smiles, and watched as the rain began to light up, the pitter-patter growing distant, “he felt happy. He wants to go with his papa again,”

His smile was soft, feeling light-hearted hearing that confession, even if it was indirect.

“I’m glad.”

Wataru

The room was bathed in a soft orange hue, filling the room in an orange tint that isn’t too strong for the eyes, all this light was emanating from the lamp that was situated on Wataru’s nightstand on his left; used as a nightlight for his son who lay beside him.

It was very common in children, to want to sleep next to their parents to feel safe and secure; yet you didn’t want it to be a repetitive practice, so you allowed it only once a week till he grew comfortable in his new bed.

Wataru was currently in bed, the sheets reaching his waist as he sat upright, his back leaning against the headboard as he occupied himself with stacking away a deck of cards neatly. Beside him lay his five-year-old son, wide awake as he watched his father.

“When’s mommy gonna be back?”

His son’s soft voice spoke out timidly under the bed sheets, and Wataru turns his attention to gaze down at his little boy, his head peeking out just slightly; at that moment, he looked so vulnerable, and it made his heart warm. He smiles reassuringly and patted him over the thick bed sheets.

“You know she’ll be back late, she said she was busy all day today.” He cooed, “is something bothering you?”

The boy seemed to hesitate for just a bit, swirling little circles with his finger on the pillow, a quirk he recognised that was originally yours. “Erm, mommy reads me bed time stories always, so...”

“Well, how about I read you some?” upon that suggestion, he beams as he shoots up from his spot, grabbing his fathers’ sleeve excitedly.

“Really?!”

“Yeah, pick a book and I’ll read it for you.” Wataru laughed at the genuine reaction from his son, the excitement as he jumped up and down the bed, repeating ‘thank you!’ over and over as he leapt down the bed, running to his room to quickly grab the book of his choice.

He briefly returned with a comic book in his arms, then stood before him as he held it up, presenting it to his father proudly. He places the cards back onto his nightstand to give his kid all his attention.

“Amazing!” Wataru brightly smiled and reached out for the book, “a Pokemon story!”

“Yeah!” his son climbs back onto the bed, tucking himself in and snuggling against his father, prepared for the story. Wataru couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute he was at that moment, the size of the bed compared to him made him look extra small, and how he stared up at him with such fond eyes really pulled at his heart strings. Who knew that he’d be the father of such a bright boy?

He reached over and affectionately stroked his hair gently, before flipping through to the first page, his arm over his kid as he held the book with the other.

The story was rather a simple one, of three starter Pokemon’s headed to a journey together to solve mysteries and prove to themselves their own power, along the way strengthening their bonds, as a team and as friends.

He began to read, using his special talent to change his voice for each character to make the story livelier and more dynamic for his son. He seemed to enjoy that extra touch, as he began to get involved and suggest what voice to give to each.

“Give Charmander a squeaky voice!” His son chirped, looking up at him in anticipation.

“Like this?” Wataru demonstrated in a high-pitched voice, looks at the young boy and smiles brightly when he bursts into a fit of laughter, the kind that you’d call uproarious and loud, but to him it was hearty.

He wanted to keep it lively, so he constantly asks what voice his son wanted for each Pokemon before resuming with the story.

Occasionally glancing at his son as he read, he’d catch glimpses of him as he smiled, admiring the pictures as he eagerly waited for him to continue. He felt a certain sense of pride swell in his chest that he was delivering what his son wanted perfectly.

Throughout the action sequences, Wataru tried to spice it up by swinging around the book if there was quick movement or attacks, or shakes it if there is running or screaming; and it helped by raising the enticement of the whole story, plus, his son was overjoyed with all this and that’s what mattered the most.

The conclusion of the story was reached and it was a usual happy ending. When all was concluded and Wataru closes the book, he finalised it with a last trick by throwing small confetti suddenly in the air. His son watched it fall all around them, and giggled when some fell on his face, tickling him gently.

“And that’s the end of that!” He placed the book back on the nightstand, fanning away all the small confetti that was still resting on the bed. His son thanked him, and Wataru was going to tuck him in when he suddenly shot up, startling him, “where are you going?!”

“Getting another story! This one was so good!”

Wataru tried to call him to come back but he was already gone; one big mistake he’s done was kill all the sleep away with the thrill of overdoing the story.

You were going to kill him once you saw he wasn’t asleep yet.

Madara

Having different sets of plans and errands caused you both to separate in the shopping district, agreeing to meet in the next hour or so.

Your kid stuck with Madara, and so you left them together to their own devices as you got busy with your own tasks ahead.

Madara really didn’t have anything else to do, and so he decided to wander off and find a children’s park nearby to let his son enjoy some quality playtime. To his luck, one was located beside the district, and so the distance between you both didn’t grow too large.

His son was excited with the idea of playtime and so immediately ran to the sand pit, challenging his dad to see if he can catch him before he reaches them or else, he’s a ‘rotten egg’.

He chased after him, taunting him that he was going to catch up and grab him, which caused his son to try and speed up as best as he could, to trip over the sand eventually and flop right next to the sand pit.

“Whoa there! You okay champ?” Madara laughed, reaching out and picking him up, balancing him on his feet again, dusting him off from the sand on his clothes and cheeks.

"Let’s get in!” unfazed by what just happened, he slips from his fathers’ fingers and steps inside the small square pit of castle building ready sand. Madara rolls up his sleeves and steps in, though decided to sit on the edge of the border to not dirty his pants with the sand too much.

His son clumsily lets his knees hit the mud and dug his small hands straight into it, upturning it with his fingers as he enjoyed the thick texture of the mud. He aimlessly played with it for a while until he decided to change it up a little and start building a castle to show off to you later, though Madara wasn’t sure you’d get to see it, so he decided to take pictures of it when it was ready.

Clumsily tossing piles of mud atop each other, Madara was the one doing the clean-up work of it, slowly trying to form the cylindrical tower, poking holes in it for the windows, and removing bits at the top to make the roof, following the generic style of any ancient styled castle.

“Daddy what’s this?” Curious, his craftsmanship distracted his son from throwing mud altogether to simply watching and wondering what he’s making.

“It’s a tower! It’ll be part of the castle we’re making!”

He hummed in understanding as he watched, and when they moved on to the castle making, his son was more than happy to be - as Madara has put it to boost his confidence - the important asset of making it. He kept tossing the mud where he’d tell him to until he felt rebellion tell him otherwise and tossed it at his father’s face as a game.

Madara exasperatingly gasped, reaching for his face, eyes remaining closed as he wiped the mud off his cheek. He opened his eyes and grinned, “now I’m gonna get ya!”

He scrambled to his feet as he squealed, running out the sand pit and towards the slides. Madara stood up, clapping his hands together to remove the remaining mud to be able to quickly grab his mobile and snap a few shots of the castle before rushing after his kid.

He quickly ran and began climbing the colourful extra sized stairs, and Madara stood at the side of the stair case like a final boss battle enemy, reaching his arms between the spaces to grab his ankle occasionally to entice up the chase. His son would struggle and thrash his ankle about, panicking though undeniably enjoying it with all the giggling and squealing ensued along the chase.

Madara made a run for the slide, standing right at its end as he looked up and eyed his son who stood at the top in front of it, holding onto the railings on each side. The two of them were grinning from ear to ear, and the moment heated up by childish spirit.

“I’m coming down!” He announced, taking his time to carefully sit and push himself forward to slide down. Madara’s purposefully slow reflexes swung his arms in an attempt to catch him only after he went past his legs, running straight towards the swings, “you can’t catch meee~” he sung in victory, and his father kept up the chase with a jog after him.

Reaching to the swings, he stood facing one and looked up at his father, “help me up?”

“Sure thing,” lifting him up, he chose to seat him in the baby seat for extra precaution; besides, he fit in it just perfectly. He cleaned up his hands from the mud just a bit further before instructing him to grab onto the ropes as tight as possible.

“Firmly, you hear?” He reminded again as he grabbed the swing and began to pull it back.

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Wataru

You were currently watching Wataru rehearse with the air in the auditorium, he said that practising on the stage brings out the experience more than doing so in the theatre room.

In the front row seats, you watched him with a smile as you leaned your head on your open palm, mesmerised by his movements and how his long hair flawlessly flew around him in motion, his voice carrying through the entire empty auditorium loud and clear.

Watching his monologue of a performance, has helped you forget about your troubles that have been haunting you for quite sometime now; stress from school and upcoming exams has been taking a toll on you, and although you’ve received countless praise and reassurances that you’ll be alright, worry was your enemy.

And so, you feared for this moment to come to an end, you feared that once you’ve stepped out of these grand doors, you’ll have to return to a world filled with doubt.

You watched Wataru as he raised his arms in the air with pride, puffing his chest out as he roared ‘thank you ladies and gentleman!’, and wave his hand in tiny circles quickly before giving the most extravagant styled of bows, legs crossed, and one arm outstretched while the other on his chest, holding the script.

You stood up and clapped for him, a single persons clap echoing through all the seats, but to him, it was more than enough. In his ears, it roared like an applause of a full auditorium.

He straights up and smiles brightly at you, and you clap your hands one more time before intertwining your fingers together and bringing them up to your cheek as you leaned your head.

“That’s so you,” You praised adoringly, “you did such a good job all on your own. I’m sure the real performance with the props, costumes and all the other actors would be perfect.”

“Why thank you, your words of praise does wonders to my heart!” He feigned swooning, throwing his hand on his forehead and leaning back slightly.

Giggling, you turned around and grabbed your bag, lifting up and swinging it over your shoulder, using the moment while he’s distracted.

“You’re leaving?” Wataru called out from behind you, oddly enough after all that excitement, he sounded heartbroken.

You hesitated, gripping the straps tightly before turning around slightly, “Oh! Yeah, uhm... I guess you’re too busy to keep entertaining me like this, and I’ve got some things to do so...” your voice carried off, dying out gradually until you fell silent.

From a distance, you can see the sadness on his face, frowning with puppy eyes as he searched your expression for further answers.

“That’s too soon...I’ve barely seen you these past few weeks.” He implored endearingly, “stay a while, let’s do something-”

“No.” You unintentionally interrupted his desperate ramblings harshly.

A dark silence fell upon the auditorium as he stared at you wide eyed, your voice reaching you only a second later and you cleared your throat, shutting your eyes tightly. You didn’t mean to take out your stress on him like that, you knew he meant well, and there was nothing more you wanted than to spend time with him right now and to relax together, but it came out all wrong.

“I-I’m sorry Wataru, I-”

“Come here.” It was his turn to stop you, reaching out his hand to you, his voice was gentle and soft spoken, the spot light over him making him radiantly glow like an angel out to help you, secure you.

For a moment, you just stood there, like time on a stand still. You stared at him, perfectly balanced and poised, his hand never growing tired, a reassuring smile on his face. In a trance, you slowly slipped your bag off your shoulders and back on your vacant chair.

“Come here,” he cooed again, “take my hand.”

That encouraged you to take slow steps towards him, reaching out your hand reluctantly towards his. Was this really okay? He was doing all of this for you, and so...was it okay? Were you not wasting his time? Shouldn’t he be focusing on other things...?

You held his hand tightly, and locked eyes with him. The minute you looked upon his sincere gaze, all your doubts melted away; there was no way that he was doing this beyond his will. He wanted to be with you.

Gripping your hand, he pulled you up to the stage. Eyeing each other critically under the spot light, it managed to block out everything from the outside world and focus only on the both of you, secluded from all the troubles and noise, just like it would on a performance with the two main actors.

Wordlessly, he pulled you into a tight hug. Your tensed before throwing your arms around him and returning the hug desperately, gripping his shirt, he can feel you shaking.

It was silent, but so serene; it was just the two of you holding each other affectionately, feverishly. You sighed in content, feeling relaxed and soothed in his arms, you felt him caress your hair as he leaned in, taking in your scent that he’s missed so dearly.

“You looked like you needed this,” He whispered into your ear, and it only caused you to bury your face in deeper into his chest, right under the crook of his neck, hiding away your blush and creeping smile.

Sometimes, he was just too perceptive.

“You have no idea how much I’ve longed for this,” you mumbled into his shirt, “to be in your arms like this...”

“Then why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you come to me sooner?” He pulled apart just to be able to look at your face, to read your expression as he cupped your cheek.

You reached up and held his hand, “I don’t know...I was just so...worried.”

You were fumbling with this button on his shirt when he suddenly uproariously laughed. You shot your head up to look at him in surprise, confused on the random fit of laughter, and you creased your eyebrows.

“Amazing! Truly amazing, how the human imagination can just go anywhere and be anything, that is truly amazing!” Wataru exclaimed, a bright smile on his face.

You were struck, was this some sort of sick joke?

“What’re you-”

“But, it is only imagination my dear, in the end, it always remains to be fake until you prove it otherwise with facts.” He calmly spoke, like lecturing a child, but you didn’t feel belittled, “what I’m getting at is; don’t listen to those false thoughts in your head, come to me whenever you desire, voice your thoughts and I’ll shut down whichever makes you doubt your importance to me.”

You blushed, quickly avoiding eye contact as you fought a shy smile. You guessed he was right, after all, it was your very own continuous hesitation that lead you to believe otherwise, when the reality was, he was more than happy to see you.

You were quick to assume, forgetting that the most vital part in relationships was communication.

“Now then, let us retire to the backstage and cuddle to oblivion on a cosy couch.”

You were more than happy to.

Shu

Finding Shu was a rather easy job, for he was always in the club room, stitching the hours away. If he wasn’t in class or in the hallways going to class, then he was in the club room, if he wasn’t having lunch, he - yet again - was in the club room, locked away in his own world.

So you were relieved to see him outside, greeting the warm sun and taking in fresh air, unlike that stuffy room. You approached him slowly, slightly hesitant as you didn’t want to disturb him; perhaps he was in a quick lunch break or stepped out to stretch then would be heading back to work, and you knew how much he hated being distracted.

Just as you began to think about turning around and leaving, Shu made the first move and turned, only to jump slightly and freeze at the sudden sight of you. To him, you were like a ghost who materialised right there and then.

“Goodness, how long have you been standing there like a statue?” He furrowed his eyebrows, agitated at the silence. 

Generally, if you were to go around looking for him, he’d hear you running and screaming his name from a mile away; that endearing way of you waving your arms in the air excitedly, as if accomplishing another mission in finding him.

He knew this wasn’t like you.

“Huh?” You looked up from the one spot on the floor you’ve been glaring at, train of thought broken by his voice piercing through. “Oh uhm,” You awkwardly shuffled you feet, gaze returning downward, “nothing, I was just wondering where you were, not finding you in the club room and all...” you trailed off, twiddling your thumbs as you looked up at him once again.

He’s taken a few steps towards you to close the distance, though his expression was grim; which only further amplified your anxiousness, churning your stomach uncomfortably. Was he angry?

The whole reason why you roamed around the school looking for him was you were seeking out comfort, a safe place where you can unwind and relax beside him. Now that you were here, you weren’t so sure.

“Seeking me out, yet not saying a word when you found me. A little odd, don’t you think?” Shu crosses his arms, he clearly wasn’t buying it. 

There was something clearly on your mind bothering you, it saddens him that you wouldn’t talk to him about it, come to him for solace as you usually would,  and it bothered him; whatever hurts you - hurts him.

He wants to take all those worries away, but you thought otherwise.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you’re right...” You laughed nervously, looking away as you scratched your right arm nervously, remaining silent after that.

This was far too awkward, and you knew that, but you couldn’t think of anything to help you out of this miserable situation. He let out an exasperated sigh, and walked closer to you, standing now right before you with his arms crossed, scrutinising you with his hard stare.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, now.” He ordered, his tone conveying that there was no room for an argument.

You came all the way out here, you figured that there was no going back now. You gathered all that remained of bravery in you, and looked up at him, though slightly shaken.

“I just wanted to spend time with you.” Blurting it out, it definitely caught him off guard. The way his arms loosened and his eyes widened, he didn’t see that coming as an answer.

Your breathing quickened in anticipation, nervously gripping your hands together, they were beginning to get clammy.

He lowly chuckled to himself, before completely closing the space between you both and pressing you against him by wrapping his arms around you sensually. It made your heart skip a beat, with a gentle ticklish sensation building up in your chest as his warmth enveloped you.

“Foolish girl.” He smiled softly, leaning his forehead gingerly against yours, “if you wanted just that, why didn’t you approach me sooner instead of standing there?”

“I was just so scared,” admitting it felt refreshing, like a weight off your shoulders was finally removed. Being held like this, having this opportunity to openly speak to him in a heartfelt moment with your bodies pressed together was all that you wanted, and now as he held you firmly in his arms, you felt soothed, with a heart coated in honey.

All your uncertainty faded gradually, as you realised that you were not a distraction to him, that all along you just had to come to him and talk to him than shy away from the very thing you desperately wanted.

If you want something, you get it, as the saying goes.

“Afraid? Of me?”

“Of being a burden.” You corrected.

“You’re nothing of that sort to me,” he clarified, “don’t go around saying such foolish things. It seems I have to teach you a thing or two about our relationship, how very sad.”

That made you burst out laughing. It felt good to laugh, you forgot how good it felt to be this lighthearted in this heap of madness called exams; to be scolded by this man affectionately, these were so many sensations you missed deeply.

He smiled triumphantly as he watched you laughed, your cheeks glowing with a rosy tint.

Overcome by a strong urge, he uncontrollably went and kissed your forehead, surprising you and even himself. Pulling apart slowly, you timidly smiled as you looked at everything else except his face, gripping onto his shirt to control your excitement.

That made him chuckle again and take you by the hand, releasing you, “come on, we have much to catch up on.”

“Can we cuddle while we talk?” You pleaded innocently. Your cute little shy tone was playing on his heartstrings, as he turned around to look at you with a proud smile, for voicing your desires to him again, just like before.

sure sure!! go do your homework oof!! if only we all had a wataru and yuzuru of our own to keep us on track hot damn

And remember, get calcium!♠️

Yuzuru

Has prepared multiple snacks to eat during breaks between study sessions to keep you energised and focused.

Has prepared some of his own notes for you, with bullet points and broken down graphs to help you learn just in case. You were surprised to see how neat the sheet was, clearly a lot of effort was put into this.

Has prepared an entire table just for this occasion, clearing out everything and cleaning it to make it the perfect study table for the two of you to lay out your books and papers.

It didn’t come to you as a surprise when you found him to be such a good mentor. He must’ve had experience from all the years from helping Tori study.

He’s very clear and precise when he explains to you the questions and how to solve it, and is quite patient when you ask him to do so once or twice more.

Although, he’s strict when you get distracted by simple things like the TV in the background, notifications from your phone or what’s going on outside the window, and it makes you feel embarrassed to get caught in such a babyish state, but you do know its for your own good when he pushes you to continue.

To motivate you, he promises you that he’d treat you for a nice reward when you’re done studying.

After all the hard work and effort, packing away your stationary, he’s grateful and appreciates it that you came to him for help in the end instead of someone else.

Overall, he’s very proud of you and believes in your capabilities. He knows you’ll do well. As for your reward, you’ll have to wait and see.

Wataru

Has prepared a few fun activities and little games to play during breaks between studies.

He helps keeping the subjects fun by singing out the questions or doodling silly faces to keep you entertained and aware while studying. He sees that it’s a more lively way of studying rather than monotonously reading out the questions every time.

When he sees you get distracted, he’d gently remind you of the important task at hand and that there’s a time for everything. Getting the task at had done the faster, the better; because grant you more free time later.

He breaks down the questions to help you understand in his very own unique, silly way, explaining it by acting it out or in a generally engaging story-like way.

He’d often tease you when you don’t understand something, but he honestly finds it so cute, watching you think hard on certain questions, puffing out your cheeks like that, makes him just wanna pinch your cheeks.

He’d feed you snacks while you study to keep the flow going and not interrupt you as you think and answer.

He promises that you two will tend to the fun things together after all this is done with, as a reward to excite you to finish this quickly to avoid boredom - and properly - with a strong inspiration on mind.

He felt lucky that he was the one able to do this with you, and hopes he was of good help in this studious day.

yfaegfawef i dont mind at all omg!! throw all the yuzuru hc’s because i love my butler boy yuzuru lots, so i will have fun writing this omg!! i just hope you like it~

And remember, get calcium!♠️

He was very shy and quiet when you two started dating. He pretty much didn’t know where boundaries stood, the do’s and don’t’s in your relationship. He needed time to get used to calling you his partner.

Even with his general shyness, you knew his feelings were genuine, after all, after that hearty confession, he must still be in slight shock that you said yes to being his partner.

You had to get used to watching the 'Yuzuru is typing’ for stretched periods of time, you wondered what was going through his mind for texting for so long even after sending a short message. The reality was he was trying to come up with a sweet and cool reply the entire time, typing and constantly deleting what he wrote until he settles on a response.

Even if he replies late, he appreciates your immediate responses and gets very excited to grab his phone instantly to read your message. If you two are online and typing together, he anxiously stares at the chat bubble, awaiting your reply with every beat of his heart.

Eventually, he set a specific ringtone for you, to know its specifically you that’s calling and texting him. You find this out when your friends inform you that he gets so grabby and distracted on his phone when a different ringtone plays.

It was a surprise to wake up to Yuzuru’s lengthy texts of taking care of yourself, eating breakfast and the importance of fruit, and sleeping to yet another lengthy text of the vitality of sleep, tucking yourself in warm and wishing you sweet dreams. You were glad though, because it meant that he began to grow more comfortable to be himself.

Going on dates with you, he began to slowly become more openly affectionate by holding your hand in different occasions; whether walking or sitting opposite each other, or holding you close when you two walked side by side.

He even began buying you small little gifts here and there, whether a surprise or just right in front of you, impulsively buying you cute things and small keychains. He can’t explain this sudden urge, but your pure and delighted reactions encourage him to do it over and over again.

His goodnight and good morning texts began to become feverish, as he openly confesses ‘I love you’ without missing a beat, and how he wishes to be able to hold you at night. It made you feel giddy so early in the morning and bashful so late at night, yet it was such a peaceful moment between two lovers.

I JUST SAW THIS CKSNDKSKS

Omg thank you 😭😭😭 ITS THE WOOORST

oof omg this train is getting famous!! its on such high demand, i got so many suggestive positions to fill up too!! might make a special section for it in the master list! thanks for making the request and i hope you enjoyed reading this!

And remember, get calcium!♠

Shu

An upcoming shoot for Valkyrie was set and Shu was cooping himself up in the club room, sewing and making clothes that’re perfect for the theme. He said he didn’t want his creativity to be interrupted, and so you barely had the chance to see him or talk to him, constantly kicking out whoever came by the door.

You found your courage again in one of the evenings, to seek him out for some fresh air and sunlight, and most importantly, his presence.

You knocked on the club rooms’ door, and sighed when you received no reply. As usual, too involved in his own world to notice his surroundings. You excuse yourself into the room, opening the door and closing it behind you to find Shu hunched forward his work desk, doing some final touch ups to what seemed to be a dress.

You found that to be odd, as you thought it was strictly Valkyrie photoshoot; and clearly mademoiselle is not that huge.

You slowly approached him, and thanks to the carpeted floor, he didn’t hear your footsteps all that well either, and flinched in surprise when you tapped his shoulder. He glared at you, unamused by the small unintentional ambush.

“How many times have I told you not to come in and disturb me as I work? You also frightened me there, what if I was doing any sewing work? I could’ve damaged the garments!” He huffed, throwing his usual tantrum about his clothes and efforts, though you guessed in this situation it was warranted, given that working on outfits wasn’t easy, and ruining it now would’ve been rather deadly considering the photoshoot is tomorrow.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly mumbled, bringing your hands forward and intertwining them together nervously.

He stared at you for a solid minute before sighing, standing on his feet. “Actually, it’s good that you’re here, I need to test this uniform.”

He picks it up from where it was laid down and wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards a secluded corner that you can use to change. As you two walked he talked on and on about the efforts and designs he implemented in the dress; describing it’s artistic merits and so forth.

To be honest, all that was white noise, for you simply stared on at the shadows under his eyes, deeply filled with concern at his lack of sleep, sun light exposure and - what frightened you most - his meals.

“Are you even listening?” He snapped. His harsh tone broke you from your thoughts as he glared down at you, “what I’m saying is important.”

“Shu…sorry, I know you’re into this… all of this,” you gestured around the room with your hands then sighed, shaking your head slightly as you faced him again, “but…look at you. Passion isn’t supposed to be ruining your health like this!”

He didn’t see your little outburst coming, but he simply huffed, handing you the dress to change. While he waited for you, arms crossed as he brooded on his chair, he wondered why your scolding earlier bothered him so much. Perhaps there was something underlying under that fit, something that was on your mind that was rendering you ticked.

You emerged from your hiding spot to allow him to appraise the dress in a better light. He walked around you, paying attention to the small details, and you’ve never felt so small. You blushed as he held you close, pulling you by the hand to press you against, and you heard a small chuckle resound from him.

“Aren’t you like a doll? Frail, gentle, pure…exactly like one.” He smiles to himself, proud of his own work, “the dress suits you. I’ve done a good job,”

You only realised it now, but he was dressed in his attire as well, and you couldn’t help but notice how well you two matched.

“Thank you…you look wonderful as well.” You smile shyly, “you look like an orchestra conductor.”

He grins at that compliment, his cheeks undeniably turning a bit rosy. He gripped your hand tighter and began to walk backwards, pulling you along slowly. You’ve basically stroked his ego, who knew if that was a good thing.

He sits down on a chair that he was aiming to sit on from the start, and you tugged on your arm, making you sit on his lap. Your breath hitched in your throat as he practically made you inappropriately straddle him, your heart pumping painfully in your chest at the close proximity. You’ve been so detached from him, you forgot how it feels to be held by him, to be this close to him.

“Talk to me,” he whispered, cupping your cheek and turning your head to make you look at him, as he whisked some hair strands away from your face.

“Oh Shu…you don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” you matched his hushed tone, hands trailing up his chest, “kiss me.”

He smiled coyly, bringing you closer. Your eyes fluttered closed, then snapped open at the sound of the door lock opening. You gasped, turning your head around to gaze at the intruder.

“Aoba.” Shu greeted, though his voice was dangerously low, almost growling. Was he upset at the interruption?

“I-I’m sorry,” the boy faltered, swallowing visibly, “I’m sorry Shu, I just - I wanted to see if you’ve completed the costumes for a test photoshoot.”

“I have,” Shu motions to stand up, and you get off his lap, fixing your dress awkwardly as you avoided eye-contact with the boy who probably heard too much, simply finding interest in staring at your shiny shoes.

As Shu was brought back to work mode, he guided you out of the room to follow Tsumugi to the photoshoot room. You stared at his broad back as you followed, wondering perhaps if he was agitated in the slightest to be seen in that position.

You also forgot to ask him why he made you a dress in the first place…

Mika

“This one, or this one?”

You waved the pink teddy bear in one hand, and the blue teddy bunny in the other, showing them to Mika to see which he preferred. You decided to help Mika with his exercises when it came to designing clothes, starting with bringing in different themed objects with different colours and letting him decide on a certain outfit that matches said object.

Today, you decided to help him in the aspect of creating ‘cute clothes’, using fluffy teddy bears as the medium.

“Nnhh...nnhh..” Mika scrunched his face in thought, eyeing both the plushies in your hand with deep contemplation.

“You don’t have to make weird noises when you think,” You snorted, watching him as he patted his chin with his index finger, still pondering about the choices, and ignoring you completely as he continued to make weird noises.

“Nn! I just can’t decide!” He huffed, rubbing his head with his right hand, and sighed, “I’ll take both!”

“Huh? No! Only one!” You pouted, “you can do the other next time!”

“I just can’t decide on one right now, let me have both!” He argued, reaching for the two toys in your hands and you leaned back to avoid him grabbing them.

“Nuh-uh, it’ll be a mess! Just pick one theme at a time!”

Then it occurred to you than maybe this will be going nowhere, so without warning, you quickly placed the pink teddy bear in front of him on the table.

“Here, you’re working on this one first!”

“Huh? Hey,” Mika whined, pointing at the blue bunny, “what if I decided on that one?”

“Hardly! You wanted both so I just went ahead and put for you the teddy bear, you can use the bunny on the next exercise.” You explained, smiling confidently.

Mika wouldn’t have it however, calling that nonsense and jumping up to grab the blue bunny. He was stubbornly determined to get both of them and work on two designs, he unfortunately just had a hard time conveying what he wanted into proper words, which just caused misunderstandings.

You simply thought he wanted the two teddies for one costume.

You sprung up from your seat when he tried to grab it again, hugging the plush tightly. “Come on, we wasted enough time thinking over which teddy to choose! Just use that one,”

He immediately gets up from his chair, walks around the table and tries to grab the teddy from around you. The two of you continue to be stubborn, as you hug it away from his prying hands and he tries to catch it while standing behind you and leaning forward, trying to grab it from right or left.

He was just so determined to get both!

Pressed against you from behind, leaning slightly forward, you were a giggling fit and wiggling about to release yourself from his grip as he tried to grab your arms and loosen them from the teddy.

You were going to try and duck down under his left arm to run, when he wrapped it around your waist, grinning and laughing softly, feeling rather thrilled from this little childish game. “Gotcha! Nowhere to run!”

“Hey let me go, you’re tickling me!” You protested, trying to reach for his hand to rip it off your stomach.

“Aha!” Mika acts quickly and grabs the teddy from the right, trying to pull it in one go, but it still won’t be released from your iron grip. “Hey, you’ll tear it, just let it go!”

“Go easy then!” You huffed.

Oh how the conversation sounded so wrong out of context. Yuzuru stepped into the room to investigate what was the cause of all the commotion, to freeze at the door when he sees Mika pressed against your curved back.

You two turned to eye him with mortification, turning like statues as you just stood there, not knowing what to say. From his angle, did he even see the teddy bear?

Mika stuttered, and came to speak, when Yuzuru just simply walked backwards, closing the door as he stepped out, not uttering a single word.

Mika groaned, slamming his head on your back, and you were silent, just pressing your lips together in a thin line and nod faintly. Well, that definitely did a dent on your reputation.

Leo

Your boyfriend was humming and scribbling about through his notes, probably going through the composing process of a new song.

You watched him, sitting on one of the desks and swinging your feed as Leo laid down on the floor, papers messily sprawled around him as he wrote his ideas down using colourful crayons. You didn’t really get it much, but it did the job right? Besides, he wouldn’t really be Leo if he wasn’t his eccentric self.

He promised that after he finished, he’d take you out for ice cream. You were anxiously awaiting the moment he was done to get going, and silently prayed that he doesn’t invite his sister or any of his friends along, hoping for some privacy.

Out of no where, Leo jumped up from the floor in a cheer, screaming that “it’s finally complete! I did it! It’s finally ready! Yahoo!”

You laughed at the sudden upbeat behaviour, but you shouldn’t be as surprised, yet it did take you off guard and scared you like a jumpscare. Leo kept jumping, and reached for your hands, pulling you up from your seating position to your feet.

“I did it! I got the perfect song down!” He exclaimed.

You laughed at the cute purity of that statement, “you did it Leo!” You jumped along with him, cheering and laughing together. From an outsiders view, you two must’ve looked like a bunch who lost their mind.

But to him, this moment alone together meant the whole world to him as you two revelled together in sheer joy over something he made from scratch.

You stopped to catch your breathe fast, “so- does that mean we can go get ice cream now?” You grinned, hoping to hear the response you’ve been waiting for.

To your pleasure, he nods his head, “Mhm! As promised, let me just clean up!”

“I’ll help you, it’s faster that way!”

You two began picking up the scattered papers, then stacked them into one pile in your arms. You aligned them well together by tapping them over the table on each side then turned to Leo, handing him the papers.

“All done!” You grinned, placing both your hands on your hips proudly, tilting your head slightly, “ice cream?”

“Ice cream!” He cheered, leaping forward towards you in joy. He must’ve miscalculated the strength he used to launch himself at you, as he knocked you backwards, and you weren’t able to quickly catch your balance due to a chair being in the way, hitting the back of your knees and sending you flying down.

Leo toppled over you, legs hanging on the chair as his weight crushed you down on the floor, impact rendering you both choked up from all words. You shrieked as Leo’s face fell on your chest for a brief moment before he sprung up, lifting his upper half with this arms as his face burnt red.

“I-I’m so sorry!” He apologised louder than necessary, almost screaming the words out as his mind probably exploded on the inside into haywire.

For some reasons beyond you, you burst into a fit of laughter, finding this way too bizarre of a moment, and the sensation that bubbled inside your stomach at chest tickled as he lay atop you.

The moment didn’t last much however unfortunately, as someone was bound to hear the yelling and screaming from outside, Izumi stepped into the room in a rush.

“What’s going on- Ou-sama?!” Izumi screamed, his expression reading sheer horror and disgust, “what on Earth are you doing?! Please tell me this isn’t how you get your inspiration from!”

“No no! I’m innocent!! Gaahh!! I already finished the song!! Sena wait!” Leo tried to scramble up quickly, but couldn’t due to the awkward position of being stuck between your legs thanks to the chair.

You really weren’t a big help in the situation when you were just laughing and squealing when he tried to move.

Akiomi (s/o is an adult + his spouse)

Your husband often times had to rush things and forgot important stuff you’ve packed for him, like his lunch today.

You decided to drop by to quickly give him what he left behind at home before heading to your own errands. Stepping into the large facility of a school always dumbstruck you; the building was far too huge for its own good that you were constantly afraid of getting lost.

Walking through the hallways, you came across some bright and lively students who delightfully answered your questions. “Kunugi-sensei is in the teachers room!”

You headed towards the directions the students gave you and opened the door to see your husband seated at his desk, going through his bag, seemingly searching for something. To your relief, the room was also empty, with just him occupying it.

You stepped in and closed the door, and the noise caught his attention as he gazed up. His eyes widened, shocked with your presence being in here; he even blinked twice to see if he was dreaming.

“Honey, what’re you doing here?” He stood up, about to approach you when you closed the gap between you both first.

“Sweetheart, relax, I just got you lunch, you forgot it at the table.” You explained, placing a hand on his shoulder to ease him while placing the bag on his desk. His tense muscles loosened, expression softening as he smiled gratefully.

“Thank you, I was just looking for it actually.” He took his seat again, losing all the alert that he was on a few moments ago. You giggled at that.

“You really should stop assuming bad things have happened whenever you see me randomly show up,” You playfully berated. He hummed, taking out the contents from the plastic bag.

“Eat with me,” He offered, turning to face you.

“Huh? What? No - I must get going anyway,” You blushed, taken aback by the sudden request, he was never one to command such an act in public at all. You came to make your leave when he grabbed your wrist quickly. You wouldn’t know that what inspired this behaviour was an earlier conversation he’s had with another teacher.

Not showing affection as often, will make your partner think you don’t love them.

He wasn’t going to risk such a thing.

“Come on, it’s just lunch and you’ll be off.” He insisted, looking up at you with an expression that played with your heart strings. You sighed, conceding, and elation sparkled in his eyes.

You didn’t expect his next move as he pulled you to sit on his outstretched leg, the other under the desk. He wrapped his arm around you, before you can even protest.

“A-Akiomi, what’re you doing?!” You squealed, “we’re not at home! We’re in a teachers lounge, not the living room!”

“I’m aware.” Was all he said, as he picked up the sushi with his chopsticks and positioned it in front of your lips to eat.

You were disconcerted with the uncharacteristic public display of affection he was showing you, and hesitantly opened your mouth to allow him to put the sushi in your mouth. He watched you chew on it slowly with intense eyes, this was all too awkward.

You smiled shyly, “uhm...thank you, but this is your lunch, you should eat too.”

You snatched the pair of chopsticks from his hand and grabbed another piece, offering it in front of him and he takes it. This was new, but you weren’t going to object against it, it was nice.

For a few minutes, it proceeded with you two feeding each other. There were a few pieces that Akiomi dipped in sauce and gave you to eat, smearing some of it on your lips. Blushing, you reached for the tissue box that was in the corner of his desk when he acted quicker than you, wiping it off with his thumb and bringing it up to his lips, sucking it with a look of suggestive eyes.

You must’ve squeaked, just staring at him with wide eyes at what just happened. He’s never done this, what’s gotten into him. He shifted his leg upwards, making you fall forward.

You quickly caught yourself and stopped the fall by gripping onto his shoulders, and stared at him in disbelief as he smirked down at you. He must’ve wanted to go further, if it weren’t for the door loudly sliding open with a bang.

“Kunugi-sensei! I got you the homework you asked for!” Madara laughed uproariously as usual, waving the stack of papers about over his head. He seemed to catch on the moment you two were on as he froze on the spot and grinned, though you weren’t sure if it was nervously or teasingly, “oh sorry! I must’ve been so very rude, interrupting a husband and wife like this in a heated moment! Just ignore me!”

“Mikejima, you-”

You didn’t let Akiomi finish berating him as you abruptly stood up, mumbling an excuse and reaching for your bag, quickly storming out of that room and avoided looking at anyone’s face.