āuhā¦ why is sensei doing push-ups?ā yuji asks, when he, nobara, and megumi enter the classroom.
satoruās pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups werenāt enough. but even then, heās barely breaking a sweat. and heās grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.
his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.
āi upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,ā he pants, āpunishment fits the crime.ā
he really is right where he wants to be.
megumi doesnāt even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.
āhow many does he have to do?ā
āa hundred,ā you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. āheās on seventy-two.ā
his grin widens. āyou know, this isnāt a challenge for me. why donāt you sit on my back, sweetheart?ā
you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. āi know what you want, and you donāt deserve my touch.ā you push his head down so heās facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. āonly twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.ā
if his heart wasnāt beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.
god, was he down bad.
āā¦ call us when youāre done,ā megumi says, already out of the classroom.
silly thought inspired by this video HAHA can you tell he makes me a little a lot insane
#needthat