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07.30 a.m
It is half-past seven in the morning, we have morning assembly, and Inumaki hates morning assembly.
"Mentaiko," he said. I'm not sure what does he means, but I know he is stressing out right now.
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We are in the training field right now. I was surprised there is also a Kyoto student here. There is also Principal Yaga and Iori Sensei. What are they doing here?
When everyone is already here, Gojo sensei starts explaining things, I don't even know what he is talking about, and it looks like the other didn't even bother to listen. I only focused on Inumaki now. His hair is distracting me, is he even brush his hair before we go?
Combing Inumaki's hair with my fingers has become my habit. It even started before we get together. The first time I touch Inumaki's hair is when I and Inumaki were on our first mission; after the December 24th chaos happened, his hair looked messy and spiky. Come to think of it, his hair used to look like Yuuji's.
With hesitation, I asked, "Can.. I brush your hair? With my fingers..." there is no response, "Oh, I'm sorry, I-"
"Shake,"
Ah, he said yes.
When I touch his hair, the first thing that came to my mind is that his hair is so soft despite how spiky it looks, and I remember the way he looks at me; he gives me a tender look. Afterward, I started to like combing Inumaki's hair. I don't even have to ask permission from him, and he seems didn't even bother with it. I think he likes it too. Though Maki, Panda, and even Gojo Sensei like to give weird looks towards me.
And that is how I have this kind of habit.
The urge to comb his hair...
I start to combing his hair with my fingers, "It is so soft," I mumbled. He looks relaxed when I started combing his hair. I love how Inumaki's hair is soft and smells good. It smells like milk and vanilla. Inumaki leaning to my chest, maybe he is tired because he stayed up late to watch YouTube last night.
"You tired?" I ask, "Hmm," he just humming my questions. "Then stop staying up late." I'm patting his head and start to run my fingers through his hair. "Okaka," he buried his face into his collar neck.
"Why no? You need enough rest to stay fit and stop being cute, can't you?" I hug him from the back. "Ikura," he laughs. "Oh, come on—"
"Geez, I hate people in love."
"It is eight in the morning. Can’t both of you wait?"
"Yuuta, Inumaki, what are both of you doing?" Principal Yaga asks.
Wait-
I thought they are in their own business. I didn't think they would notice us.
"If you think we wouldn't notice, you dead wrong, Yuuta," Maki says. "Seriously, Tokyo students have no shame at all," Mai rolling her eyes.
"I'm trying hard to ignore them, but I can't," Momo complaining, "hahaha... it's not like it's harmless, right?" That is Miwa. I can hear her screaming, "Please, stop, it's not a big deal." under her breath.
This is so embarrassing.
"Aww, you two being lovey-dovey in front of everyone without being ashamed at all," Gojo Sensei teasing us, "Don’t you even listen what am I saying?"
"Yes.. yeah, of course." That is a lie.
“Cut the bullshit, Yuuta. You better take care of your boyfriend. He is red as a tomato.” Maki looks annoyed right now. I'm scared.
When I look at Inumaki, he looks more flustered than I am. There's red dusted on his cheeks, that slightly covered by his collar neck, and his ears become red.
How cute.
"Okay, that’s enough. Remember what Gojo said. You all can dismiss now." says Iori Sensei, breaking the awkwardness.
"Um... Please, excuse us." I grab Inumaki's hand and bring him to the back of the garden.
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"Mentaiko,"
"Are you cursing at me right now?" That surprising. This is the first time I heard him cursing towards me.
"Okaka..." he's looking away. I come closer to him and cups his head with my hands, "Hey, look at me. I'm sorry for earlier. That is my habit, and you know that, and it's not like you don't like it, right?" He looks so cute. I couldn't resist teasing him. He pushes me away, "Can you not? Please, stop being embarrassing." He sign.
"Why suddenly are you acting like this? This is not Inumaki Toge that I know." rubbing my cheeks against his hair, "I do like when you are combing my hair with your finger, but not in front of everyone else."
"You usually fine, though when it is in front of the first year, Maki and Panda," I caress his cheeks. He is so chubby, almost like a marshmallow. "Not in front of Principal Yaga, Iori Sensei, and Kyoto Students.” I can hear him sighing, "Okay, I'm sorry, so what do you want to do now?"
"Let's go to my room, let's watch YouTube and have onigiri together, sleep in my room today, okay?"
"Sure... anything you want, Inumaki," I give Inumaki a peck, and it seems we're not alone here. I sense everyone else energy, the first year, Maki and Panda, and the Kyoto students too? Are they really spying on us, huh?
-fin.