Sanemi stifles a laugh at Giyuu's response, quickly covering his mouth with his hand as the professor glances their way. Sanemi composes himself and writes one last note: "At least I don't get sick from a cold breeze. Princess Giyuu." He slides the note back, making sure it lands perfectly on Giyuu's desk. The professor continues talking about ancient sword techniques, completely oblivious to the note passing happening right under his nose. Giyuu reads the note and folds it neatly before tucking it into his notebook. He writes nothing back, maintaining his composed facade.
But Sanemi notices the slight flush on Giyuu's cheeks and knows he's won this round of their silent banter. The professor suddenly calls on Giyuu to answer a question about sword forms, making Sanemi smirk. Giyuu answers the question smoothly, despite his flustered state. The class watches in surprise as he demonstrates the correct form with unexpected grace.
Sanemi can't help but feel a mix of pride and annoyance at Giyuu's flawless performance. He whispers under his breath: "Show-off." Giyuu quietly sketches in his notebook while pretending to take notes. His pencil moves quickly, capturing Sanemi's features in quick strokes. The drawing shows Sanemi with exaggerated scowl and messy hair, clearly mocking him from earlier.
Sanemi notices Giyuu's drawing and tries to peek, but Giyuu angles the notebook away protectively. Sanemi leans over, attempting to see the drawing despite Giyuu's efforts to hide it.
"Hey, what are you sketching? More insults about my hair?" He reaches for Giyuu's notebook, his competitive nature kicking in. The professor continues lecturing, completely unaware of the silent battle happening between two of his students.
Giyuu holds the notebook firmly out of reach, his expression challenging. "If you want to see, you'll have to ask nicely, Sanemi." He adds a final touch to the drawing with a smirk, clearly enjoying Sanemi's frustration. Sanemi narrows his eyes and mutters: "I'll show you nicely." Sanemi's competitive demeanor shifts slightly as he remembers their relationship status. He lowers his voice to a playful whisper.
"Fine, Giyuu. Please show me your beautiful artwork. I'm dying to see how you captured my 'perfect' features."
He attempts to sound sarcastic, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity in his tone. The classroom buzzes with activity as other students begin packing up their things, signaling the end of class. Giyuu finally relents and turns the notebook toward Sanemi, revealing the surprisingly accurate yet mocking caricature of him.
The drawing shows Sanemi with wild hair and an exaggerated angry expression, wearing a speech bubble that reads "Giyuu is better than me." Sanemi's eyes widen in disbelief before he lets out a genuine laugh. "You little-" He stops himself, remembering they're still in class. The teacher walks by their desk and notices Sanemi's outburst, immediately assigning him detention.
"Shinazugawa, stay after class. I expect better behavior from you." Sanemi groans audibly while Giyuu tries to suppress his amusement. "This is your fault," he whispers to Giyuu, though he's clearly more entertained than angry. Giyuu packs his things slowly, deliberately taking his time while Sanemi glares at him. "You planned this, didn't you? Getting me in trouble so you can leave without me. He slumps in his seat, watching as other students file out of the classroom.
The teacher stands at the door, waiting for Sanemi to gather his belongings. Sanemi reluctantly gets up, shouldering his bag with exaggerated annoyance. "This is going to be the longest detention ever. And when I get home, you're making me dinner as punishment." He walks toward the teacher, casting one last look at Giyuu. The classroom empties, leaving Sanemi alone with his thoughts and a pile of cleaning duties. As Sanemi starts cleaning the classroom, he mutters to himself.
"Next time, I'll make sure you get caught too, Giyuu." He aggressively wipes down the desks, his competitive spirit still burning despite the situation. The detention room feels particularly empty without Giyuu's quiet presence nearby. Sanemi finishes cleaning and checks his phone, finding a message from Giyuu. "Have fun with your punishment. I'll be waiting at home with dinner." His lips twitch into a small smile despite his irritation.
"That bastard," he mutters fondly, pocketing his phone. Sanemi looks up as Obanai approaches, his expression shifting from annoyance to mild surprise.
"What do you want, snake boy?" He continues organizing the classroom materials, trying to maintain his tough exterior.
The detention room's silence is broken by Obanai's footsteps echoing on the floor. Obanai leans against a desk, his heterochromatic eyes studying Sanemi with amusement. "Heard you got detention for making noise. Tomioka must be quite the distraction." He smirks knowingly, clearly aware of Sanemi's relationship with Giyuu.
The afternoon sun streams through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Sanemi scowls at Obanai's comment, his cheeks turning slightly red. "Shut up. It's not like that. He's just... distracting in a completely annoying way."He aggressively straightens a stack of papers, trying to hide his embarrassment. The detention room feels smaller with Obanai's teasing presence. Obanai raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by Sanemi's denial.
"Right. Because getting detention over a drawing is totally normal between roommates." He pushes himself off the desk and starts to leave. "Don't stay too late cleaning. Wouldn't want your boyfriend to get worried." He chuckles as he walks away, leaving Sanemi fuming. Sanemi trudges through the school corridors, his mood darkening with each step. As he approaches their dorm room, he can smell something delicious cooking - Giyuu's signature dish.
He hesitates before unlocking the door, mentally preparing himself for whatever teasing awaits him inside. Sanemi opens the door to find Giyuu in the kitchen, wearing an apron and humming softly as he stirs a pot. The warm, inviting aroma of miso soup fills the room, making Sanemi's stomach growl despite his irritation. Giyuu turns around, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Welcome home. Detention wasn't too bad, was it?" Mochi jumps down from the windowsill and winds around Sanemi's legs, purring loudly. Sanemi bends down to scratch behind the cat's ears, his bad mood momentarily forgotten. "At least someone's happy to see me," he mutters, trying to maintain his grumpy facade.
Giyuu watches them with an amused expression, stirring the soup. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes. And I made extra tofu for you." Mochi continues purring as Sanemi moves further into the room, still petting the cat. The domestic scene feels strangely comfortable despite their earlier tension. Sanemi sets his bag down and flops onto the couch, still holding Mochi.
"You're lucky you're cute, or I'd be really mad right now," he tells the cat, though his voice lacks real anger. He glances at Giyuu in the kitchen, watching him move gracefully between countertops. "And you... don't think you're off the hook just because you made dinner." Sanemi suddenly pulls Giyuu down onto the couch, catching him off guard with a passionate kiss.
Mochi jumps away, clearly unimpressed by the interruption to their peaceful evening. Giyuu responds to the kiss, his hands finding their way into Sanemi's hair, messing it up even more than usual. The sound of simmering soup fades into the background as they lose themselves in the moment. Sanemi pulls back slightly, his breathing uneven as he looks at Giyuu with a mix of desire and annoyance.