Hello! Could i make request?
Could you please right about Teru and tsuchigomori ( separately) receive a kiss on the cheek from their crush for the first time please?
Thank you!
pairs .á teru x reader ,, tsuchigomori x reader
w.c .á 7.6k
content .á fluff, no pronouns used, not proofread, might be ooc..
a/n .á I'm so sorry for the delay (â ´â ďźâ Ďâ ďźâ ď˝â ) I was swamped with school works, but anyway!! tysm for requesting and I hope you enjoy, happy valentines .á
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Several papers sat on your dark oak desk; scratching pens and fluttering papers permeated the roomâloud chatter served as background noise from the yard, and a sense of envy sprang from your heart. "UghâŚwhat's with these teachers coordinating and giving us all a task in each subject?" Light grumbles escape past your lips, fingers toying with the edge of the hardened rough texture and turning it. Time seems to slow down during these agonizingly painful seconds, with your thoughts screaming at you to give up and simply procrastinate like you always do. Focusing on the engraved words in the pages takes control of your mind, lulling you to sleep with your head supported up on your right arm.
The crimson pen in your palm rolled down the floor with a faint sound, wandering into the crevices of the sofas in front of your table. Teru's hands grasped the doorknob, turning and gently closing it. His actions come to a standstill, his gaze fixed on your figure, sleeping on the table with papers squeezed beneath it. A chuckle echoed from his lungs, and he gradually steps closer, removing his jacket and placing it on your shoulder. His attention was drawn to the notebooks on the desk's side, that he opened and examined with familiarity.
"Procrastination didn't win them over? What a surprise." A glimmer of amusement glowed within his eyes; Teru knew you'd give him a stern glare if you heard his statement. His clothes creased from his actions, namely reaching for and drawing the chair close. He adjusted the sleeves of his polo shirt, holding a black pen between his fingers and moving it across the page with gentle motions. Satisfied with results of his labor, he closed your notebook, set aside the materials he had used, and returned to his job duties.
Your body rises swiftly, searching around the room fervently before settling on Teru, who is sitting in calm.
"What time is it?" you questioned, sitting back down and sorting the papers, sighing sadly at how crumpled they were owing to your movements.
"It's⌠3:45." Teru responds, reassuring you that you haven't yet missed the dismissal time. Slumping in your chair, you reached for your notepad to begin highlighting once more.
The sight of a familiar handwriting next to yours made you freeze; it offered clearer explanations and formulas that eased your understanding of the subject.
You glance at Teru in suspicion, but to your surprise, he's already staring back at you.
Your head instantly looks to the other side as you tried to collect your thoughts about your crush staring at you in such a intimate way. You cleared your throat, muttering a "thank you" under your breath.
"What was that?" Teru's teasing voice was torture to you; you shrieked, looking awayâthat didn't deter Teru as he leaned closer.
"Aw, come on. Won't you repeat that for me?" Your hands twitch, holding yourself back from throwing your notebook towards his direction. Calming your head, a surge of confidence and the need to tease him back switched your personality. You turned to him confidently, kissing his cheeks and backing away.
"Thank you for...the notes." You wanted to yell at yourself for kissing him on the cheek so suddenly like that, what exactly were you thinking?! The door swung open, and you took advantage of the opportunity to flee the scene, not glancing back at Teru for fear of his reaction.
Oh, if only you knew..
Teru's eyes widened with the kiss; his form froze completelyâslowly, his entire face flushed red. His heart beats so rapidly and loudly that he assumes you heard it. He wanted to stop you from walking away, but his mind was still processing what had transpired.
His... the object of his affection kissed him on his cheeks..
"Your expression looks weird right now." Akane's words and presence destroyed his daydreaming, teru's face darkened.
Until to this day, Akane still doesn't know why he was almost sent to heaven by Teru.
The library was quiet, save for the flipping of pages between books, scratching of pens, and the occasional clicks on the keyboard by other students.
Tsuchigomori was seated on a chair just near the corner of the library, the brightness of the sun spilled through the windowsâshining the papers that was organized Infront of him. His one hand flip through an old textbook while the other twirl the red-colored pen.
He was supposed to be grading papersâtedious, mind-numbing workâbut his attention kept drifting toward the figure across the room. You stood Infront of the mythology section, a brown-leathered book in handâyoir head was tilted, fully showing your keen interest towards whatever text or images printed within the pages of the book. Your lips would often quirk up, your mouth opening to repeat after the words, and occasionally your brows would scrunch to express that you were displeased.
Tsuchigomori let out a scoff, truly, humans are predictable. He had seen the same quirks, the same habits a thousand times over. Yet, when it comes to you.. he finds himself watching a little longer than he should be.
"You're staring." You said without looking up, voice laced with amusement.
Tsuchigomori's grip on the pen faltered, the object falling on the papers that should have been graded by now. His mouth twitched into a smirk, leaning on his chairâfeigning boredom.
"Hah. As if, I was just wondering why you're here, spending your time pretending to read when you'd usually spend your time chatting someone's ears off." You turned to him, shutting the book with gentle movementsâyour eyes glint in mischief.
"Pretending? I'm just taking notes." Tsuchigomori hates how he can sense your incoming barrage of teasing.
"It seems that you're always watching me, Mr. Tsuchigomori. Has that become your habit now?" Your lips etched into a smirk, putting the book aside on the table as you sat beside him.
Tsuchigomori ignores your last comment, eyes now stilling on the papers before him and picking his pen up.
"Sure, like you even passed the first page of reading that." He drawls, choosing to open his lecture book insteadâhe had a feeling he won't be able to get anything done with you next to him like this.
Your brows raised in amusement, humming and reaching your book to open it and showing it to him. "Page 23." His gaze settled on your book, then to you.
"It says here that 'The supernatural world, though unseen by most, exists in delicate balance with the mundane.' Am I right? Teacher Tsuchigomori?" His eyes carefully read through the page of the book, his smirk faltering slightly.
"Tch. That's beginner knowledge." He claims, looking away.
A carefree smile spreads on your lips from his words. "Yeah well, everyone starts in the beginning." You leaned closer to him, elbows resting on the deskâTsuchigomori could smell the daily scented shampoo that you always liked using due to your proximity.
His gaze flicked to yours, sharp and waryâjust like how you had expected it to be.
"Careful." He warns. "You're getting too bold."
"Well, maybe you're just easy to read." You tilt your head, silently provoking him even more.
He opened his mouth, ready to fire back his own clever retort, when, without hesitation, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheeks. The touch was soft, lightâyour kiss comes and goes in a speed of light as it only brushed his cheek rather than fully enveloping the warmth brought by it.
Tsuchigomori paused, eyes wide as his sentence was stuck on his throat. His mind lagged behind reality, replaying the sensation of their lips against his skin, the faint warmth lingering like an afterimage.
"Hah?" He responds late, his voice came out sharper than he had intendedânot out of anger but sheer disbelief.
You grinned with delight from his reaction, savoring his lost of composure as if you didn't just kissed him on the cheek, as if it was something so casual like handing a book to him.
"You looked like you need a little encouragement or rather motivation to finish grading your papers."
Encourage...ment?
Tsuchigomori's eyes narrowed from your words, scrutinizing every detail of your face and expression for any signs that could hint that this was just a joke.
"You've got some nerve, pulling that kind of stunt out of nowhere." He lets out a scoff, flipping open the book placed Infront of him as if that kiss hadnât just set his entire equilibrium off-balance
"Doesn't seem like you hated it." You teased, enjoying the memory of his façade breaking due to your own actions.
Tsuchigomori clicked his tongue, responding back to you in the same pitchâbut this time, the usual bite was not present.
"Watch it, or I'll start thinking that you like me." 'back' he almost added yet held himself back, this was an attempt of revenge. To see you be the receiver of your own teasing.
Yet, you smiled knowingly. You stood up, leaning close againâTsuchigomori's body tensed thinking that you'd kissed his cheek again.
"Maybe you should start thinking." You whispered before leaving, your steps that sound against the tiled floors taunt him.
Tsuchigomori's fingers twitched against the pages, almost wrinkling it.
Damn You. You always know how to get under his skin, and worse? He wasn't sure he minded.