Teacher Hibari Scenario
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You wondered why he took this job sometimes.
When his brow was furrowed as he sat in lamplight, desk a mess of papers; a sign heād been sitting there too long. Jaw tensing as he restrained a yawn, pouring over a submitted essay. You understood deep down why he became a teacher. As tough as he is, itās his weird way of showing love, the man taking tough love literally. Perhaps thatās why youād married him.
Walking over; you rested your head on his own, arms draped over his shoulders. Reading the essay, you could see where he was stuck. Reaching a finger out delicately you pointed out the error.
āIncorrect tense?ā a soft hum of acknowledgement was your response. āI think youāre tired my love, perhaps you should come to bed now?ā Though you posed it as a question, the sigh you received, as he tilted his head back, meant he understood what you implied. Either he came to bed, or youād make him come to bed. Leaning up, his lips pecked your own as you moved your face to meet his; hands moving to his shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense muscles found there.
Pulling back slightly, you almost purred as he started pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat; your hands continuing to massage his shoulders, one of his hands coming up to the nape of your neck. Kisses broken apart by words, you knew he would journey to bed soon; he would probably just need a little bit more of a push.
āI would come to bed pet, but I have to mark these. Soon though.ā
āBut teacher, sensei; please?ā his kisses stuttered against your throat, as he held you a little more tightly. Pulling back you pouted softly down at him, tempted to whimper for effect; but when you saw the look in his eyes. They were dark, a tempting look of arousal hidden in his eyes; you couldnāt help the tiny smirk that pulled at your lips.
A brow raising, he pulled at your hair gently before letting go. Sitting up straight, he pushed his chair out before heading in the direction of your shared room. āKyouya?ā It was unusual for him to just cease contact with you, even when he was angry or upset.
āIām heading to bed, you can either stay here and mark that; or you can join me.ā A tired smile, alit on his lips. You loved it when he smiled. Most wouldnāt be able to see it, but you could always tell the nuances of his expressions. Walking swiftly over to him now, grasping his hand gently as he lead you to your room, you were glad youād married him.
After all, heād taught you many things; and hopefully, you wished, youād done the same.
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