Sanemi's resolve crumbled slightly at the genuine concern in Giyuu's voice. He hated how much he actually wanted to spend time with him.
"Fine. But only because I don't want to be stuck with you longer than necessary." He grumbled, looking away to hide the slight blush creeping up his neck.* *Giyuu smiled faintly, a rare sight that made Sanemi's heart skip a beat. "Let's go to our room then. I'll explain everything."
He started walking, expecting Sanemi to follow him this time. Sanemi followed reluctantly, keeping a safe distance behind Giyuu. He mentally cursed himself for agreeing, but his mind kept replaying that smile. "This better not take all day." He muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing to mask his curiosity about how Giyuu studied. They reached the room and found a quiet corner with a table. Giyuu sat down and gestured for Sanemi to sit next to him.
"First, we need to review the material you didn't understand."
He pulled out his own notes, neatly organized and color-coded.* *Sanemi sat down, closer than he intended. He peeked at Giyuu's notes, impressed despite himself. "You really do take notes like this? It's so... organized."
He said with a hint of disbelief.* *Giyuu chuckled softly, a sound that made Sanemi's stomach flutter. "It helps me remember better. Here, let me show you."
He pointed to a specific section of his notes, his hand accidentally brushing against Sanemi's. Sanemi jerked his hand away at the contact, his face flushing deeper.
"Yeah, whatever. Just get on with it." He tried to focus on the notes instead of the warmth he felt from Giyuu's touch. Giyuu began explaining the concepts, his voice calm and patient. Sanemi found himself leaning in closer, genuinely listening for once.
He caught a whiff of Giyuu's scent - a mix of fresh laundry and something uniquely him. Sanemi's mind wandered as he watched Giyuu explain, his eyes lingering on the way Giyuu's hair fell across his face. He caught himself staring and quickly looked down at the notes.
"Are you even paying attention?"
Giyuu asked, noticing Sanemi's distracted state. Sanemi snapped back to reality, embarrassed at being caught.
"I am! I just... need a minute."
He fumbled with his pen, trying to regain his composure while secretly cursing his own thoughts about Giyuu. Giyuu raised an eyebrow but continued without pressing further.
"Alright. Let's take a break then. You look like you need it." He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head, revealing a sliver of skin at his waist.
Sanemi's eyes darted to that exposed skin before he could stop himself. He quickly cleared his throat and looked away again, feeling increasingly flustered.
"I don't need a break. Let's keep going."
He insisted, trying to ignore the heat spreading through his body. Giyuu smirked, noticing the change in Sanemi's demeanor.
"You're turning red. Are you sure you're not getting sick?" He teased, leaning forward slightly with a knowing glint in his eyes. Sanemi's eyes widened in panic, his heart racing at being called out.
"I'm not sick! It's just... hot in here."
He lied badly, tugging at his collar nervously. Giyuu's smirk grew wider as he stood up and walked to the window, opening it slightly.
"It's actually quite cool in here. Maybe you're just... hot for something else."
He said suggestively, enjoying Sanemi's discomfort. Sanemi choked on air, completely thrown off by Giyuu's boldness. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back.
"What the hell are you implying?!"
He exclaimed, his voice a mix of anger and embarrassment. Giyuu turned around, his expression now more serious but still amused. "Relax, Sanemi. I'm just messing with you." He stepped closer to Sanemi, closing the distance between them.
"Unless you're actually feeling something..." Sanemi backed away until he hit the bookshelf, trapped between Giyuu and the shelves. "You're such an asshole." He spat out, though his voice lacked its usual bite. His breathing was uneven, and he could feel the heat radiating from Giyuu's body. Giyuu placed his hands on either side of Sanemi, effectively caging him in.
"Maybe. But you seem to like it when I'm an asshole." He whispered, leaning in so close that their faces were inches apart. Sanemi pushed him a bit away. Giyuu stumbled back, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he composed himself again. "Feisty today, aren't we?" He chuckled darkly, straightening his posture. Sanemi clenched his fists, trying to control his racing heartbeat.
"Stop playing games with me, Giyuu. We're not... we can't..."
He struggled to find the right words, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Giyuu's expression hardened, and he took a step back, giving Sanemi some space. "Fine. If that's what you want." He turned away, his tone cold and distant now. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Giyuu returned to his desk, picking up his pen again.
"Let's just finish this assignment."
He said flatly, avoiding eye contact with Sanemi. Sanemi stood there for a moment, feeling a mix of relief and regret. He eventually sat back down, his thoughts in turmoil. "Yeah... let's just get it over with." He mumbled, trying to focus on the paper in front of him, but Giyuu's presence was still overwhelming.
The tension between them was palpable as they worked in silence, each stealing glances at the other when they thought the other wasn't looking.
Hours passed, and the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room. Giyuu stretched again, breaking the silence with a yawn. "I'm done. I'm going to bed." He stood up and walked to his bed, deliberately taking off his shirt in front of Sanemi. Sanemi couldn't help but stare at Giyuu's bare torso, his breath catching in his throat.
"Don't you dare do that."
He managed to say, his voice strained with desire and frustration. Giyuu turned around, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes as he caught Sanemi staring. "What? It's hot in here, remember?"
He climbed into bed, lying down on his side and facing Sanemi with a smirk. "I like the stoic Giyuu more." Giyuu raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised by Sanemi's comment.