Hi! I've loved reading your fics on ao3 for a long time. I've only joined tumblr recently (social media stresses me out lol) and I found you by chance! A fic idea I have is basically bonrin as third years demonstrating exorcism stuff to a first year class. The class thinks they barely tolerate each other because they bicker so much but they've actually been dating for a long time. I appreciate your work so much, keep it up!
I'm so glad you enjoy my stories, and that you've joined the wild world of tumblr, lol!
This was an adorable idea, though I don't think it came out quite as bickery as intended, lol. Still, I hope you enjoy it, and you can find a link for the full story at the bottom. @marble-wolf cowrote it with me <3
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Kaho was not sure why they’d all been dragged out into the warm spring heat when they sort of had air conditioning in the Cram School. It was rickety and noisy as hell, but it did mostly cool down the old and crumbling halls.
But Professor Okumura had dragged them all out to the training field in the heat and had them standing in a semi circle. She had managed to snag a spot next to her best friend, and she couldn’t help but glance at Hiroto with a slightly raised eyebrow as Professor Okumura adjusted his glasses for the fifth time. His brown hair was curling a little around his temple, hanging in his brown eyes and probably annoying him to no end.
“Uh oh,” she mouthed, covering a smile with her hand. She turned the motion into a hair tuck, annoyed that it had fallen out of her bun.
Five fiddles with his eyeglasses? It had only been a few weeks and she already knew that meant he was losing his patience and that the vein in his temple was going to start throbbing.
Professor Okumura looked at his watch, and it was obvious that whatever they’d been dragged out here for, it was late.
Hiroto nudged his friend and gave her a completely alarmed look at the impatient display from Professor Okumura. He leaned slightly closer to whisper as their teacher turned in a slow circle, searching for something.
"Got any idea?" He whispered, tugging his stupid tie that was restrictive and hot .
"Kirigakure?" She whispered back. The busty teacher had seemed to take special delight in frustrating Professor Okumura. She was pretty sure the woman had even shown up drunk to a class.
Professor Okumura straightened up and looked entirely unimpressed.
"You're late!" He called out, and Kaho let her eyes travel across the field to where he was looking, only to find her breath catching, because oh. Those were exorcist. Students? She was pretty sure she'd seen the taller one around, but he'd been in the class uniform then.
They were both at least third years, and they were walking confidently across the field.
Well, one of them was walking. The shorter one with messy dark hair and an exorcist coat. (He wasn't wearing regulation pants. He had on ripped black pants with bright red boots.)
The other taller one was stomping. He had brown hair in and undercut, neat and tidy next to the other messy boy, and his uniform seemed to be a Buddhist robe he'd put a kesa over. He had a bazooka strapped to his back.
"Okumura is why we're late," the taller one — Suguro, if Kaho wasn't mistaken —growled to Professor Okumura. "Not that you probably couldn't guess that."
The dark haired boy grinned, almost having to run a step or two to keep up. He had a completely unapologetic grin on his face and a… a tail that wagged like a happy puppy.
"I read the time wrong, is all." The boy shrugged. "My 'alarm clock' decided to not wake me up. It doesn't kill Four-eyes to wait."
"That's a tail?" Hiroto whispered to make certain his eyes weren't deceiving him.
"Your alarm clock my ass! He was sleeping in the cafeteria!"
Definitely a tail, and she didn't know who these two were, but why had they been picked?
"It's a tail alright!"
Professor Okumura exhaled a loud sigh. “You will address me as Professor Okumura when we’re in a class, Rin.”
Rin laughed and Hiroto had never seen Professor Okumura turn that color of red before. Rin sauntered over, playing with a chain on his belt and stopped in front of the class with Suguro. The kids were staring at them with wide, curious, and completely baffled eyes that made him laugh again.
"Hi!" He began with a wave.
He didn't at all seem like a teacher of any kind to Hiroto. The bigger one looked very grumpy and Hiroto definitely didn't want to get on his bad side.
"Why can't I call you Yukio?" Rin glanced at his companion. "Professor Suguro?"
“This,” Professor Okumura said loudly, “is Rin Okumura, Upper Second Class Knight, Tamer, and” Professor Okumura grit his jaw, “Doctor.”
Suguro rolled his eyes.
“And Bocchan Ryuuji Suguro, Upper Second Class Aria, Dragoon, and Tamer.”
Kaho sucked in a surprised breath. These were those exorcist? The ones who had gone against Satan? The son of Satan?!
Hiroto's eyes widened and he immediately studied the new exorcists with a new interest. The rumors had flown over what had happened and some had been (or at least sounded) vastly exaggerated but the story at its core was the same.
The son of Satan and a group of Exwires went against Satan and won.
And these two… they were it?
Rin tossed an arm over Ryuuji's shoulders, giving him a squeeze and shaking him. "Yup! That's us!"
Ryuuji shoved Rin off. “We’re here,” he growled, “to help show you guys some on field meister stuff.” He gave Rin a look. “Damn sight more than they gave us, huh?”
Professor Yukio raised an eyebrow. “Your class had… extenuating circumstances.”
Ryuuji snorted. “That’s one way to put it.”
Kaho snuck another look at Hiroto.
Rin crossed his arms. "Exting- extan- extenuating circumstances or not, it was stupid."
Hiroto shrugged at Kaho, baffled by the whole thing.
Rin offered the students a grin. "I didn't even know what a meister was."
“I’m not convinced you do now, Okumura.” Ryuuji said as he unswung his bazooka off his back.
Professor Okumura sighed again. “Just begin the demonstration.”
Kaho, grinning at the way Rin stole a glance at Ryuuji as he hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder (she did not blame him and was lamenting the robes. He’d rock the actual uniform) leaned over to Hiroto. “Oh my god, they are so into each other.” She spoke at a low whisper, trying to ignore the way Okono looked back at her.
Hiroto glanced her way and looked back to see and… yup. That had to be something like that. Because Rin wasn't being subtle.
Rin bounced, like legitimately bounced, like an excited kangaroo and landed a little in front of Ryuuji. His tail was lifted high and wagging and his big fangs were bared in the friendliest of smiles.
"How do I demonstrate?" Rin asked as the students in the front leaned back.
(Definitely not a teacher as he looked back between Professor Okumura and Ryuuji.)
His energy was a lot to handle but there was almost a softness in Ryuuji's eyes as he watched Rin pretty much glow in the sunlight. (With the silver of scars on both of their faces and one across Rin's neck that looked like it had been a fatal hit.)
"I ship it." Hiroto approved, hiding a grin behind his hand. There was a soft giggle from one of the girls behind them.
“Are you crazy?” Okono asked. “They can’t stand each other.”
“So? Enemies to lovers is a thing. And look at the way he’s staring!”
“You’re imagining it.”
Professor Okumura cleared his throat and everyone automatically straightened. (Including Rin, much to their amusement.)
Ryuuji motioned towards his bazooka. “Dragoons are a class that fight using heavy weapons. Knights are a class that fight using swords. Tamers work with and summon demons, whether that's via a circle or through a possessed object. Arias use death verse to kill demons, as well as spells to aid. Doctors use plants, medicine and demons to aid."
"And potions! I'm a potion Doctor!" Rin's tail flicked, smacking into Ryuuji with an audible tapping noise as he pointed at himself in a proud way. He eyed Ryuuji again, grinning mischievously. "I was a Knight first though. No Aria for me. This guy is weird and can memorize entire books."
Not like Ryuuji hadn't tried with Rin. That had failed spectacularly.
"No, that's flirting. Rin likes him." Hiroto pointed out.
"Says the guy with a tail," Ryuuji huffed. "And you make broths. You can call them potions, but they're broths."
"The demonstration?" Professor Okumura sighed (the third time!) as Ryuuji shoved Rin away. (He was blushing! Was that from Rin? Or was it an anger flush?)
Ryuuji bowed his head a little. "Of course, sensei."
(Now Professor Okumura was the one that looked embarrassed.)
"Okumura, get over here so I can shoot you."
There was something almost playful in the buff dragoon's tone as he pushed some kind of missile looking thing into his bazooka.
"Everyone, put in the ear protection we provided."
"Oh my god," Kaho whispered again. If these two weren't dating, they needed to be.
Rin bounced over to Ryuuji, grabbing the bazooka's muzzle to aim it at himself with a tilt of his head and a teasing grin. Rin lifted aside his exorcist coat to reveal a sword and looked over at Professor Okumura like he was asking for permission.
The ear protection muffled everything but Hiroto could see Kaho excitedly glancing his way again.
“Not that close, moron!” Ryuuji huffed and pushed Rin back with the launch. “Get across the field. And remember, it’s not supposed to actually hit you. I’m just showing how the thing goes off and how to aim. Burn it up before it hits you and blows up.”
“You can use your sword for that.” Professor Okumura confirmed.
Rin stumbled back, and almost too fast to follow, he was further down the field and dropping into a playful crouch. Rin's hand dropped to his sword and tugged it free with a long sweep of his arm.
Hiroto's heart leapt into his throat as blue flames roared to life. Rin's features shifted, his hair bled white and his fangs lengthened. His eyes were glowing and his tail lashed as he called out, "shoot me!" His voice was a deeper snarl that was still playful but just more wild.
Kaho covered her mouth in shock as Ryuuji visibly rolled his eyes. He checked the rocket one last time, nodded in approval, checked behind him to make sure no one was there, looked back at Rin, scowled, muttered something she couldn’t hear but Rin seemed to because he just snickered, and held up three fingers. He lowered them one at a time, and Kaho’s entire body tensed before the last finger was lowered and the blast went off.
It was loud. Even through the ear protection. A plume of smoke billowed from the back of the bazooka, and something rocketed out of the front and straight towards Rin. Ryuuji didn’t so much as flinch from the blast. Professor Okumura seemed to be taking the moment to clean his glasses.
Rin swung his sword, the broken sword, and the blade of flames grew longer and it was impossible to actually follow with their eyes as the two weapons made contact and exploded. The flames continued forward, brushing playfully around Ryuuji. They ruffled his hair and batted at his clothes and danced around in a show of blue.
Ryuuji slid the bazooka off his shoulder and to the ground in a smooth moment as his hands came together. He growled something that made Rin laugh and had the blue flames ruffling Ryuuji’s hair again.
Apparently unimpressed, Ryuuji summoned what looked like a shimmery wall around himself. Kaho tugged her ear protectors off and heard the end of some spell.
The flames were forced back from him, becoming larger for a moment before the wall shimmered once more and the flames started to shrink and darken.
Some kind of wind spell? That quickly? And these were still students?
She swallowed and gave Hiroto another glance. They had a long way to go. She was also still firmly on her ‘they should be lovers’ train. Rin certainly seemed to feel the same way. (Or at least enjoyed the hell out of annoying Ryuuji.)
Ryuuji was harder to get a read on, but there was something competitive in the smile he was giving Rin. It didn’t look like enemies at least.
(Maybe it was more rivals to lovers than enemies to lovers.)
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