Nobunaga~~ and if I have to pick a number, then 10. But I’ll be happy with anything you pick.
10. “Just leave me alone”
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something was off with you today, nobunaga could tell. you wouldn’t look him in the eye, except to glare when he poked you under the table at the war council to get your attention- which was every time he started to get a little bored.
so he kept trying to make you smile, kept poking and poking at you until you got just about to your boiling point, centimeters from exploding and his hand slipped back away from you.
he saw the murderous intent clear in your eyes, the way your knuckles turned white as your fists clenched hard to keep your emotions under control, and so he quickly retracted his hand, though the mischievous smirk on his face didn’t fade in the slightest.
the war council couldn’t have been over soon enough, it seemed every word was getting on your nerves. hell, you could’ve punched masamune just for smiling at you; but you got out just in time. the medicines of the sengoku period were not exactly top notch, and your period cramps were raging which sent you, as well, into a rage.
you were in pain and angry, set off by a lack of sanitary products to contain the blood and pushed further by oda nobunaga himself, and you were frankly ready to get back to your room and sleep.
you might have been able to, as well, had nobunaga not swept you off your feet and carried you into his room, tossing you down on his futon and pinning you with his hands on your wrists. “what’s gotten into you today, fireball?” he teased, his smirk carrying an air of nonchalant power that pissed you off further. couldn’t he tell you didn’t want to deal with him? he just thought he could do whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted just because he was oda nobunaga. well little did he know, you weren’t going to be pushed around by him.
“let go of me!” you demanded, squirming furiously beneath him though your uterus very strongly objected, sending a wave of pain through you. “just leave me alone.” you bit, swinging your legs though he didn’t give you an opportunity to hit him, smugly moving to sit on your knees.
“tell me what’s bothering you and maybe i will.”