Students struggle to follow his aggressive handwriting, while Giyuu sits in the gym watching through the window. Sanemi's movements are more forceful than usual, his frustration evident in every stroke. A student raises their hand hesitantly. "What?!"
He snaps, chalk snapping in his grip. The student flinches.
"S-Sir, you wrote the answer wrong..."
Sanemi looks at the board and sees he indeed messed up the integral. His face turns red with anger.
"Shut up and copy it correctly!"
He erases the mistake roughly, leaving marks on the board. The students scribble quickly, fearing his wrath. Through the window, Giyuu watches Sanemi's temper flare. Sanemi notices Giyuu's observing stare and glares harder at his students, deliberately writing more complex problems to vent. Sweat drips down the students' foreheads as they work frantically.
"Faster! These should be elementary!"
He taps his foot impatiently, shooting daggers at Giyuu's direction. The clock ticks slowly, students desperate to escape his class.
Giyuu remains stationary, seemingly unfazed by the tension Sanemi creates. Sanemi checks his watch repeatedly, counting down the minutes until he can escape to his office. His knuckles turn white from gripping the chalk too hard. The final bell rings. Students bolt for the door as soon as Sanemi dismisses them.
"Out! Now!"
He storms to his office, muttering curses under his breath. In his office, Sanemi slams the door shut and throws his materials onto the desk.
"Fucking Giyuu..."
He collapses into his chair, running hands through his white hair in frustration. He stares at the ceiling, flashbacks of last night mixing with his irritation.
"He's making me lose my mind..."
His phone buzzes - it's a message from Giyuu. Sanemi snatches up his phone, seeing Giyuu's short message.
"What now..."
He opens the notification with a scowl. The message reads simply.
Giyuu:
My office. 10 minutes.
Sanemi's eye twitches at the demanding tone. He clenches his jaw, knowing he can't ignore it.
"That arrogant bastard..."
He checks the time - 10 minutes exactly. Sanemi stands up abruptly, straightening his tie with irritation.
"Better be important."
He heads toward the door, preparing for whatever confrontation Giyuu has planned. The hallway is quiet as he walks to Giyuu's office, his footsteps heavy with annoyance. He reaches the door, knocking roughly three times. A calm "enter" comes from inside.
Sanemi opens the door with unnecessary force, stepping in with his characteristic scowl. Giyuu sits behind his desk, expression as unreadable as always.
"What do you want?"
He stands stiffly, arms crossed. They talk about it before and Sanemi want to live at Giyuu's.
"About the plan living together. Here is the exact plans how and when."
Sanemi's expression shifts from anger to surprise.
"You're serious about this living arrangement thing?"
He leans against the wall, arms still crossed defensively. Giyuu nods, pulling out a detailed schedule from his drawer.
"Show me."
His tone is still gruff, but curiosity seeps through. Giyuu slides the paper across the desk, watching Sanemi's reaction.
"Next week? That's... fast."
He scans the document, noting the moving details and chores. Sanemi runs a hand through his hair, conflicted.
"And what if I change my mind?"
He challenges, though there's less bite in his words now. Giyuu maintains eye contact, his voice steady.
"Then we adapt. I'm not forcing you."
Sanemi's heart races slightly at Giyuu's consideration. Sanemi moves closer to the desk, studying Giyuu's face.
"You really think this will work?"
There's a hint of vulnerability in his question. "I know it's difficult with four children in the house but I think it will work.But you already know them and Genya is the fourth so..."
Sanemi's expression softens at the mention of his brother.
"Genya... yeah. That kid will probably be happy."
He sits down across from Giyuu, the schedule still in his hands. A small smile threatens to form on Sanemi's lips.
"And what about you? Are you ready to deal with my bad temper 24/7?"
He tries to sound teasing, but there's genuine concern in his voice. Giyuu's lips curl slightly upward, the closest thing to a smile Sanemi has ever seen.
"I've handled worse. Besides, I have my ways of dealing with your temper."
Sanemi's cheeks flush slightly at the implication. Sanemi clears his throat, attempting to regain his composure.
"Like what? Knocking me out with your stoic silence?"
He attempts to deflect, but his heartbeat quickens. Giyuu stands up and walks around the desk, stopping right in front of Sanemi.
"No, I'll just have to find other methods to... distract you."
His voice drops lower, eyes locking with Sanemi's. Sanemi's breath hitches, his face now visibly flushed.
"You're impossible..."
He tries to sound annoyed but fails miserably, caught off guard by Giyuu's boldness. Giyuu reaches out, gently tilting Sanemi's chin up with his fingers.
"And yet you're still here, considering living with me."
The air between them crackles with tension. Sanemi's eyes dart to Giyuu's lips, then back to his eyes.
"Maybe I'm just crazy."
He whispers, leaning slightly into Giyuu's touch despite himself. The door open and Sanemi immediately jerks back, face burning red as Shinobu appears in the doorway.
"SHINOBU! What the hell are you doing here?!"
He practically shouts, embarrassment turning to anger at being caught in such a compromising position. Shinobu smirks, crossing her arms with amusement.
"Just delivering some papers. Didn't mean to interrupt your... intimate moment."
Sanemi glares at her while Giyuu remains unfazed, his hand still hovering in the air where Sanemi's face was. Sanemi stands up abruptly, grabbing the papers from Shinobu with unnecessary force.
"Get out! Now!"
He's practically seething, trying to maintain his dignity while Shinobu's grin widens. Shinobu giggles and backs away slowly.
"Alright, alright. But remember to use protection, you two!"
She winks before disappearing down the hall, leaving Sanemi sputtering in rage. Sanemi slams the door shut, turning to face Giyuu with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
"That little brat... I swear she does this on purpose!"
He runs his hands through his hair again, pacing back and forth. Giyuu watches Sanemi's agitated movements with mild amusement.
"You're overreacting again, Sanemi."
He says calmly, walking over to place a hand on Sanemi's shoulder. Sanemi stops pacing, his shoulder tensing under Giyuu's touch.
"I'm not overreacting! That woman has no sense of privacy!"
He tries to shake off Giyuu's hand but doesn't actually pull away. Giyuu steps closer, speaking in a low, soothing tone.
"She's just having fun at your expense. Let it go."
His thumb starts making small circles on Sanemi's shoulder. Sanemi's breathing evens out slightly, his anger slowly dissipating as Giyuu continues to touch him.
"Fine... but I'm still gonna kill her one of these days."
He mutters, leaning back against Giyuu unconsciously. Giyuu wraps his arms around Sanemi from behind, resting his chin on Sanemi's shoulder.
"Mm-hmm. And I'll help you hide the body."
His voice is teasing now, a rare playful edge to it. Sanemi tenses again, realizing how close they are now, but doesn't push Giyuu away.
"Don't get any ideas, Tomioka."
He tries to sound threatening, but it comes out more like a challenge. Giyuu chuckles softly, his breath warm against Sanemi's neck.
"Too late for that."
He pulls Sanemi closer, pressing his body firmly against Sanemi's back.