It’d been a while since they got together, but Jesus was still as bad as always at understanding Chiaki as always. Maybe because before meeting the omega he’d never actively try to understand others -much less those that weren’t alphas as himself.
Hence he kept fearing those brown eyes that felt so warm would stray away from his side -that if he didn’t held him tight he’d slip from his fingers. Rough handling as he squeezed the omega tight against his side was meant to keep him from escaping, from looking away from his side. The rubbing an attempt to rub his scent of him so everyone knew who he belonged to.
“Nice ain’t how i’d describe her” he huffed at Chiaki’s optimistic tone, a small glare as he added his usual jabs, eyes only lightly dropping to that warm hand that had caught his own before looking back up “Why would I? It’s a waste of money…”
He stopped for a moment, giving the pretty omega in his arms another good look.
“Mnn, though if it’s pretty clothes for you I wouldn’t mind gettin’ you a lot” he asserted seriously. He was okay with wearing the same 5 sets of clothes -it wasn’t like it’d change anything- but Chiaki? Chiaki should be adorned in beautiful clothes.
“Shaddup. You’re my omega, of course i think yer pretty” he added a small growl of displeasure, his hand gently caressing the back of Chiaki’s hand -still wrapped kindly around his own.
Sure he was usually charging in six different directions at once, but he liked to think that he knew where he was going. That and he had a knack for sticking things out until the very end. Which was why he was sure that as long as Jesus would keep him by his side, he’d do his best to be interesting company. It was difficult to tell if he was being too much; not that that’d stopped him before. So he was happy to sport his trademark in your face attitude in the meantime.
He didn’t mind the less than gentle treatment, nor the slight jealous streak Jesus seemed to have. It was just nice to feel wanted sometimes. Being subtle wasn’t his speciality either, so he couldn’t chide Jesus for being so moody.
“Then thoughtful at least? Though, I’m pretty pleased that I get to see you dressed differently. It’s like a costume change~” The extravagance certainly wasn’t the most economical thing, but he glazed over the fact in lieu of humming happily at the thought of them dressed as a set.
Glancing up, he did the opposite of silence himself, smiling. “I think you’re pretty handsome yourself. Though- and ego boost is that last thing you need, I think.” Ignoring the unmasked noise of annoyance, he bumped his hip against Jesus to knocking him slightly off balance, laughing in childish delight. “As if I could forget I’m yours since you remind me about four times an hour.”
While being so quick to start physical contact might not be a big deal in Chiaki’s mind, it was a great worry for his alpha. Added to the challenging words that put in question his own position as Chiaki’s only mate and owner, he couldn’t help but find concern in the existence of any opportunistic alphas that might take their chances with such a friendly omega. And with how he insisted in making him jealous, he couldn’t worry he might actually end up wagging his tail at someone else.
Of course, it might be a bluff… but Jesus wasn’t about to risk it to find out.
“Yeah, annoyingly so” he replied harshly, teeth lightly rolling against the skin of Chiaki’s hand before letting it down, instead pulling him up from the couch and out of the room.
As usual, Chiaki’s steps easily match his pace, easily trailing along behind him -a lucky situation considering the many alphas and betas that swarm the little club even in the very last day of the year.
Changing his hold from Chiaki’s wrist to his waist as they approach the exit, he forcefully takes him up a fling of stairs and through the main door. The wind is freezing outside, and the sun seems to be starting to sink down. Tightening his grasp against Chiaki’s waist as if seeking for his natural warmth, he roughly nuzzles at his cheek.
“Shut up. The old hag sent them a while ago. For not caring about half a thing that happens here she sure has a thing for flashy clothes and traditional shit” he explained roughly, hand still tight around Chiaki’s slender waist as he dragged him down the street, Dog following close behind, tiny tail wagging happily.
“If imma have to stand in line for a stupid fucking shrine visit then you might as well make it worth my time by looking pretty” his tone was rough and slightly heated, fingers digging slightly in the softness of Chiaki’s body.
If he did have a tail, it would have been wagging from the way he’d captured Jesus’ attention, feeling a bit too pleased at the light nip to his hand and the arm around his waist. He didn’t mean to make him upset, but it just ended up that teasing him just so was what made the usually unreasonable alpha see his way.
He wouldn’t have paid any mind to the other patrons at the club, eyes always on Jesus anyways whenever he was in close proximity. A glance was spared to make sure Dog (god he had to think of a better name) was still with them, and after hearing the steady click of paws next to them, he turned his attention back to keeping from tripping over stairs.
Happy with any sort of contact, he turned his head to press against Jesus’ face, glad that he could use his usual radiator like warmth to keep him close. It was a pain during the summers, but during colder months, it was always an asset. And keen on keeping him warm, he reached for Jesus’ free hand, grasping it lightly between his own.
“How nice of her to think of us~ I wonder how she knew that you wouldn’t bother getting a set for yourself otherwise?” Though, he was excited at the thought of seeing Jesus in traditional wear, cheeks coloring from the mental image. While that usually happened when clothes were off, the idea of seeing Jesus in formal wear was a different type of appealing.
Lips turning into a cheeky grin, he wondered aloud, “Is that your way of saying I look pretty? You could work on the compliments you know- Don’t be so shy~”
There he went again, trying to tell him what to do. What did it mattered if he spend his day holed up in the club as usual? As much as people insisted in making a big deal out of holidays, they were just a day like any other. Nothing more and nothing less.
And yet, his lover was as determined to drag him out as his dog -bouncing lively all around him- was to make his stay here an annoyance. Sighing low at the combined efforts of the too, he sank down even further in the couch.
Guard down, he barely noticed when Chiaki approached him from the side, only realizing the change in position as the couch sank beneath Chiaki’s weight. An eyebrow raising curiously as the hot pink of his eyes lingered in the other’s smile, he gave a pleased grunt at the knowing touches. Already wanting to turn around an corner the brunet against the couch, his eyes were now completely fixed in tempting lips.
And then he froze cold- kissing someone else? Was he really suggesting that?
“Those are some guts you have” he growled, a tone more possessive and needy than straight up angry. Reaching up to hold the wrist of Chiaki’s travelling hand -with a bit too much force as usual- he glared at him with bright eyes “Seems like I’ll have to go take care of my property, hmn?” he smirked, and trying to ignore the fact that he had lost against the brunet he pulled his hand up to give a kiss against Chiaki’s knucles.
“No point in wasting our time around. Let’s go back home and get changed” he added, easily raising up to his feet, carrying the brunet along with him. And just like that, he was now easily dragging Chiaki out of the club with the cheerful dog following suit.
As much as Jesus liked to complain about him and how touchy he was, Chiaki took that with a grain of salt, quite used to being touchy to begin with. He just had to figure out what sort of attention Jesus liked; and through some trail and error, was sure he’d built a repertoire of almost surefire ways to pique his moody partner’s interest.
He’d learned that a bit of positive reinforcement usually helped sway Jesus in one way or another, and almost visibly glowed when he felt lips against his knuckles. He just had to ignore the bit where the grip on his wrist was a tad too tight, the slight change in tone enough to excite him.
“I’ve always been bold~! It would be awful if something happened while you weren’t around.” Teasing, he let himself get dragged up, dutifully falling in step behind the impatient force tugging him forward. He hadn’t expected that Jesus would want to change, having fully expected to just head over in their normal clothes.
Voice still carrying cheerfully, he asked with genuine curiosity. “Oho~? You have outfits for this too? And I thought you weren’t interested in these kinds of things.”
Leaning back into the black leather of the club’s sofa, boots over the coffee table in front of him and arms settled on the backrest at both of his sides, Jesus seemed as overpowering and overbearing as always. In front of him, his lover, a cute little omega, was standing strong and fearless. Truly an unusual sight.
No matter how strongly Jesus glared, or how much he clicked his tongue in annoyance and rolled his eyes dismissively, Chiaki was not stepping back. What an annoying and cute omega this was.
And Dog was agreeing with him, yapping and jumping around the couch as if to convince Jesus of changing his mind.
True, he had a brand new hakama somewhere in his place. True he wanted to see Chiaki’s cute kimono look. But was he really going to lose a battle of wills against some omega?
“Yer so damn noisy for a bitch” he sighed, defeated, as a hand moved to his temple “So, what’s so special about going to some shrine that you sooo want me to go with you? You have friends to go with or something, do’t you?”
It was his last struggle - one he was sure would be pointless in front of those burning brown eyes that looked so bright even in this dark corner.
He knew he’d find Jesus here, so he shouldn’t be surprised. Yet he couldn’t help the way his cheeks puffed slightly before being in the mere presence of Jesus made a smile cross his face. Hands on his hips, his eyes flickered from the feet on the table to the figure sprawled across the seat with apparently not a care in the world. Or at least, not a care for the date at least.
“I am not letting you spend the last day of the year here.”
Pointing at the unfortunately named canine bouncing around the cushions, he gave a cutting look towards the lounging alpha. “See? Even Dog thinks you need to stretch your legs a little~!”
But with every passing second, he could tell that his insistence was whittling Jesus down, and he took the chance to round the table, plopping himself next to him before using one hand to trail along Jesus’ cheek, the other fingers lightly walking across his chest and up towards his lips. The bright smile on his face didn’t match how thickly he was putting on the flirtatious pleading, and he bat his eyes slowly up pink.
“I need to be loud since you don’t really listen~ Is it too much to want to spend the first hours of the new year with you? It’d be a shame if I had to give the first kiss of the year to someone else you know~”
An empty glass vase in the library had caught his eye- And as someone who liked to think he saw the world as a glass half full, he’d just have to fill up the gaps himself! A bouquet would lighten up the space, something he’d like to give to Tsumugi in a way that he’d be able to enjoy in a place that he seemed to like being.
He’d chosen an arrangement of dusty pink camellias surrounded by baby’s breath- The color reminding him of the delicious color Tsumugi’s face would turn at times, and the full round petals of the flower reminiscent of the apples of the librarian’s cheeks when he laughed. It made it hard not to stick the flowers against his face and inhale, wishing the light floral scent was closer to what Tsumugi smelled like in all honesty.
Waiting to give the flowers to him had proven agonizing- the minute hands not moving fast enough on the clock, and his constant time checks not speeding things up. But after the bell mercifully released him for lunch, Chiaki threw his bag over his shoulder and dashed to 3B, enthusiastically pulling his target along with him.
And he didn’t stop until he’d dragged them to the solace of shelves and books, excited to be alone. Pulling his present out without much preface, Chiaki pressed the flowers against Tsumugi’s chest, bubbling on about how he thought that the library needed some cheering up and that “Vases shouldn’t be left empty like that Aoba~”
Pleased that he’d made his delivery, he pressed a quick kiss against pink tinted cheeks, noting happily that his color match with the camellias was spot on.
It was impossible to not notice those at the top of the idol hierarchy, as they shined the brightest and demanded one’s attention. But a cursory glance at the bespectacled boy sitting next to him wouldn’t have tipped you off that this was once a member of a ruthless unit who crushed anyone who dared stood in their way.
This person seemed more reserved, maybe a bit nervous at times. But his laughs still rung clear when Chiaki managed to elicit them, and the same spark in his eyes from the year before surfaced when he performed on stage with his new unit.
Chiaki liked seeing the radiance, thinking it was the type of light that anyone looking for some hope would be drawn to. But then, maybe he was just talking about himself.
Hand laced with Tsumugi’s, he flipped past the page he’d been sitting on for the past ten minutes, aware that he’d taken nothing in but still wanting some momentum for his next action. With the page flipping left to right, he let his body parallel the motion, firmly planting his lips against Tsumugi’s temple, smiling against him.
“Thanks for letting me in- It’s lonely being in the dark you know.”
For someone who had issues learning how to love themselves, it felt hypocritical to lecture Tsumugi. It was easier with his first years- as he felt that he’d gone through their struggle himself. But with Tsumugi it felt that he was looking at a different version of himself- dumped by a unit he thought he could call his own then making a new place for himself. It was a work in progress and he still wasn’t sure if he was over it.
But what he could do was assure Tsumugi that no matter what, he’d be right be his side. No more being left behind, no more abrupt goodbyes.
“You’re stuck with me Tsumugi~” He’d tease gently. Aware that he could easily be replaced, but still wanting to offer his support until it was no longer needed. But he had faith that Tsumugi wouldn’t leave him. Or at least he so desperately hoped. Maybe if he could just show him that he cared, loved a little harder, his genuine feelings would come through.
So with each time his lips sought out Tsumugi’s he felt a pang of desperation marring the otherwise sweet kisses. But then came the anxiety that he was being too forward, perhaps his advances only serving shove Tsumugi away. And he’d stop, biting his lip and breaking away before nervously laughing and drawing the other into his arms, masking any insecurity with a warm embrace.
He wanted so badly to be someone special in his life, but could only hope that it was a place he could earn.
Prone to staying up for days at a time, sometimes he wasn’t even aware of the hour until a light tap to his shoulder jolted him out of whatever project he was pouring his attention to. A gentle reprimand would cause him to apologize sheepishly before he caught the worried but amused look in Tsumugi’s eyes.
That was enough to get him to abandon his work, and he got up with a yawn, joints in his shoulders cracking in a way that had him worry briefly. But there were more important things to do- Like fuss over how late it was and how Tsumugi should have been in bed hours ago.
And he took it into his own hands to make sure his most dear wasn’t losing any more sleep over him. With energy he shouldn’t even have, he scooped Tsumugi up in his arms, planting a kiss against the corner of his eye, the dark circles under his own lifting with the curve of his smile.
“Good boys don’t stay up past their bedtimes Aoba~ How am I supposed to return to a warm bed if you aren’t already there to cuddle?”
His teasing, ludicrous. His reasoning, stupid. But it was terribly on brand and he wasn’t about to break consistency.
Chiaki was grateful that someone minded enough to notice when he was working too much, making a note to take better care of himself if only to alleviate any stress on Tsumugi’s end.
After gently setting the sputtering prize in his arms against their shared bed, he unceremoniously flopped against the mattress himself, head against Tsumugi’s chest in an act of spoiled indulgence.
First snow usually meant that most animals would have gone into hibernation. But he could pretend he didn’t know that rabbits didn’t snooze through the winter- Any reason to drag Mugi home with him was a good one, right?
Poking through the brush, he flicked his ears to get the snow from clinging to him, listening to the way the fresh layer of white crunched beneath his feet. He knew this route with his eyes closed, but even so it took longer than usual since he had to trudge through the powder.
On arriving, he’d found one slightly irritated looking bunny and had to fight not to laugh at how cute he looked all fluffed up. The cold didn’t particularly bother him so he looped his scarf off his neck before tying it around Tsumugi.
“Wanna hibernate at my place Mugi~? I promise I’m as good as a radiator if you wanted to stay warm.” And without waiting for much of an answer, he drew the other into his arms, easily hoisting the warm bundle.
The light snowfall danced down in replacement of the leaves that were fluttering to the ground just a few weeks ago, and Chiaki thought that Tsumugi looked just as pretty now as he did then.
Watching as one particular snowflake landed on the bunny’s nose, he leaned down to kiss it away before it melted and got his face wet. Ah- but he really should ask if Tsumugi was okay with this, huh?
Though a little late to really be asking, he brought the bunny closer to his chest, hoping his warmth would keep the chill away.
“Come home with me? I’d be lonely if I didn’t get to see you as often.”
oh miss self control where are you;; this got a little long i think
The feeling of familiar hands pushing aside the frames of his glasses hardly had him look up, Chiaki idly licking his thumb as he flipped to another page. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, he could just barley make out the sentences strung together, but it was difficult getting more than a few words in at a time before he finally shut the book, a soft puff as the parchment pressed together.
As he looked to his side, he blinked a few times before seeing that Jesus had his glasses in hand, inspecting the frames as if they’d offended him somehow before a bit carelessly tossing them on the table by his side of the bed.
Clicking his tongue, Chiaki huffed through his nose, ready to scold Jesus for for the rough treatment. “I was reading something- As you can clearly see.”
But his whine was cut off at the finger trailing against his jaw, and a wry smile gave away the amusement bubbling in his chest. Tracking the feeling of the finger against his face, he felt the digit press against his lips, and they curled into a smile. Blinking and trying not to look too expectant, he used what little self restraint he ad to wait until Jesus leaned forward to press their lips together, a soft sigh escaping him at the warmth.
He was still getting used to how possessive his partner was, head coming up in surprise when he felt an arm slip around his waist as Jesus took a seat next to him. The large gathering of guests made it difficult to constantly stay by his side, so Chiaki had drifted towards an empty table to finish off his drink while he waited for fawning strangers to be done with their greetings.
But his absence had been noted, and apparently not appreciated. He’d been lightly rebuffing the advances of a slightly intoxicated dinner guest himself, smiling politely and keeping his voice cheerful. He’d almost gotten up after feeling a hand on his knee, creeping up his thigh, but was saved by the abrupt appearance of his savior.
Chiaki was sure he’d get an earful from Jesus later, but for now he took the kiss and nip against his neck, trying not to blush at the very public and intimate display of affection. Or possession. Whichever. Both?
He had a soft spot for animals, big or small, and was always willing to step in to help a furry friend if it looked like it was in a tight spot. And this time he’d paid with scratches and bites to his hands and arms- the aftermath of a scared kitten he’d plucked from a tree.
After assuring the little girl who owned the cat that he was fine, he’d shooed her home before heading back to his own, hoping that the cuts wouldn’t bleed and that he wouldn’t need too many bandages. That would just worry Jesus, right?
But he hadn’t been so lucky, the shallow cuts leaving angry red marks across his skin and making the total effect look much worse than it actually was. That and the fact that Jesus had caught him in the middle of bandaging up had lead to a roundabout explanation where he had to insist that he was fine and “No wait, I promise I can explain. There was a cat you see? In this tree, and I couldn’t just leave it there, you know? So I ended up cli-” followed by a short struggle to get his wrists out of Jesus’ hands.
After that small fiasco, he’d been scolded for being careless, again, then made to sit down while Jesus called him and idiot under his breath and did his wraps for him. Chiaki almost felt sorry after how annoyed Jesus looked, and had the decency to look apologetic.
Leaning close, he pressed a light kiss against a flustered cheek, thanking him for worrying about him.
More often than not, Jesus was the one to take kisses, not ask for them. Not that Chiaki minded too badly. This one was not different, and he has to remind himself to breath between the struggle to not be completely taken over by the hot feeling of a mouth against his.
Letting his tongue flick out, he ran it against a sharp canine, glancing up to catch Jesus’ hooded eyes. The kind of look that paired well with a smirk- It was almost irritating with how pleased Jesus was of himself sometimes. But the confidence was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but melt anytime that self satisfied smile was aimed his way. A single crook of Jesus’ finger would have him drift over to obediently curl by his side, as nothing else seemed to matter when the silent order of come here was being directed at him.
Moaning quietly, his eyes fluttered back shut, more interested in focusing on the feeling rather than dividing his attention- As much as he did like to look.
This sort of thing wasn’t out of the ordinary. But every interaction still had his pulse quicken and cheeks color, feeling just as much desire burning in him in this kiss as he had for the first. Or for any hundreds or thousands to follow.
Post sex always made him feel tired; But after Jesus, anyone would be exhausted. However, that didn’t stop him from pressing himself as closely against Jesus as possible, his hand seeking out the other’s and lacing this fingers together before bringing them to his lips, kissing his knuckles.
He was very clear about how much he liked human contact, drawing energy from the warmth of other bodies to fuel his own even if only briefly. And he’d decided that bare skin really made the experience more enjoyable. The combination of silky sheets and warm skin paired so nicely with one another, the soft sound of his leg moving under the fabric drawing more attention to the way he rubbed against Jesus. Slowly. Deliberately.
His body is still aching, and he can feel the heat left behind by all the bite marks on his thighs. But that doesn’t particularly stop him; The tendency to tease to strongly ingrained in him to know better than stop while he’s ahead. Jesus wasn’t great at soft contact- and to be honest, he wasn’t either. But he’d learned to slow down a bit and enjoy every little thing life had to offer. And he’d be a fool to not appreciate Jesus while he had him right next to him.
Mustering the strength to turn so that he was facing Jesus, he listened to his breathing, watching the way his chest rose and fell. Strips of moonlight lay in rows against this mostly unmarred skin, but Chiaki made sure to trail his fingers along the marks he’d left behind. He was usually brash about the way he expressed his love for others; always too much or too heavy handed. But that seemed to work well in the case of Jesus, breaking through what he thought was a particularly dense head. So he wondered if his little gesture would phase him at all, mean anything substantial.
Still, he tried.
Looping his arm around Jesus’ side, he pressed his nose against the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar smell and exhaling cool air against the fevered skin. The thought of how jarring breaking the silence would be never occurred to him, and without skipping a beat, he smiled up at him, lightly butting his head against his chin.
“You were good as usual tonight~ At least I know you don’t hold back on me.”
Laughing at his own quip, he pressed himself against Jesus’ chest, letting his leg side between his, subtlety thrown aside.
rp sentence starters taken from rupi kaur’s work , the sun and her flowers.
“ my heart cracked inside my body. ”
“ no one is coming in and no one is getting out. ”
“ i deserved someone who was willing to stay.”
“ a dozen different thoughts tear through me each second. ”
“ i envy the winds who still witness you. ”
“ i could be anything in the world. ”
“ but i wanted to be his. ”
“ what does love look like? ”
“ i realized how naive i have been. ”
“ i’m about to get up and walk right out the door. ”
“ you cannot walk in and out of me like a revolving door. ”
“ you took the sun with you when you left. ”
“ when you plunged the knife into me you also began bleeding. ”
“ you will suffer the way you make me suffer. ”
“ i think my body knew you would not stay. ”
“ your absence is a missing limb. ”
“ it must be hard to live with what ifs. ”
“ how did we live through it and how are we still living? ”
“ i can tell when you’re lying. ”
“ the person i fell in love with was a mirage. ”
“ i notice everything i do not have. ”
“ i hardened under the last loss. ”
“ all i dream is to soften. ”
“ i barely feel like living. ”
“ why are you so unkind to me? ”
“ you are waiting for someone who is not coming back. ”
“ i was the warmest place you knew. ”
“ you turned me cold. ”
“ the irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time. ”
“ you must see no worth in yourself. ”
“ worth is not something we transfer. ”
“ growth is a process. ”
“ your actions are not my responsibility. ”
“ it’s okay to let others help pick up the pieces. ”
“ i do not weep because i’m unhappy. ”
“ i have everything and yet i am unhappy. ”
“ nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you. ”
“ all you own is yourself. ”
“ you have already rotted. ”
“ there is nothing left for me to do. ”
“ what if nothing wants me because i do not want me? ”
“ i am both the poison and the antidote. ”
“ i have survived far too much to go quietly. ”
“ my death will be grand. ”
“ all i’ve ever known is pain. ”
“ never feel guilty for starting again. ”
“ i am the ghost of ghosts. ”
“ there is god in you. ”
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>>turn on your location I have a sandwich for you.
“Why, yes…That would be a natural thing to mention, yes. Kukuku~” Rei could only laugh when Chiaki went on to (nervously) say that he wasn’t a fan of vampires, and then made a sad, shocked expression, pressing his hand to his chest.
“You don’t believe in the existence of mine brethren, Chiaki-kun? Why, that is…that’s most disheartening…’Tis as if you deny mine own!” he sniffled, brushing away at tears that have quickly appeared in his eyes.
More sniffles, but Rei ensured to make the sharp points of his fangs show up every time he opened his mouth. “’Tis no fault of mine that I have such long, needle-sharp fangs, those of a vampire…’Tis what I am!”
“Uh, no- Not really..? You don’t hear me going around calling people vampires everyday.” Unless this was some kind of thing with their unit.. Maybe he should start introducing his members as actual heroes..??
“I mean, I’d really rather not believe they’re real. Monsters and things, there’s enough to worry about in the daylight without thinking about everything in the dark.” He was almost worried about the tears glistening in Rei’s eyes, but was pretty good about telling when Midori was faking it to catch on.
He almost wished Rei would bit his own lip with the way he was making sure his teeth showed, and he furrowed his brow. “If we’re playing that kind of game- then I’m and actual hero of justice huh~?”
“Noooooo…Stoooooppp…!” He couldn’t believe he’s hearing it. Then again, it’s Chiaki…
“I’m not…even half those things…I can’t…”
“…Just…”
He groaned; Chiaki’s not going to shut up once he’d gotten started, so Midori just heaved a loooong sigh and gave up.
“Whateverrrr…”
“If I have to remind you everyday how amazing you are- I’ll do it!” The protests? A steady mantra he’d heard since he’d met Midori. But damned if he wouldn’t try changing it.
“You’re more than half! You’re 100%! Because all of it’s you~!”
“Be confident in yourself Takamine- I said it when I met you and I’ll say it again. You have the look of someone who could be a hero~!”
“He may have mentioned vampires..? But those aren’t real, so he must have been kidding! Knowing that I’m ah- not a big fan of that kind of stuff. It’s scary.” Shuddering, he blinked rapidly, trying not to look at Rei’s face.
But the brief flash of white from those sharp teeth drew his attention, and he swallowed audibly. “My ears are fine! It’s just the eyes- And they don’t deceive me huh? Those are some pointy pearly whites~”
"I heard that you find mine teeth to be intimidating? Kukuku~ I didn't think you'd notice, but rest assured; I won't bite... too hard~"
“Oh I’ve heard about them from Hakaze- He doesn’t seem to like them very much. But I’m sure he was joking about that other bit. Or at least I h-hope so!”
