divinetree | big dumb nerds I MEAN VALENTINES DAY SHIPPY POST

[ With a deep breath, Soubi took a drag from his cigarette and let the heat flood his lungs. Today had been exhausting and if he had the choice, he wouldn't have gone to class at all. Mmm, that wasn't really true. He did have a choice in the barest sense of the word, but his absences were really piling up one on top of each other like dirty dishes. On days like today, all he wanted was to be left alone in spite of the informal holiday. Valentine's day.

Of course things hadn't worked out that way. One after another he had rejected the chocolates—he had neither the want nor need for relationships. Ah, again that wasn't really true. The way he gripped his cellphone in his jacket, in contrast to his lax posture agaisnt the brick wall proved otherwise. ]

[Valentine's day sure is a funny holiday. Seimei has always expressed to every girl that catches a fancy for him that he isn't going to return the affections, yet here he is, carrying several bags of chocolates in his school bag. He's sixteen, so maybe the high school drama of being adored was inevitable. Nothing really compared to the way he watched their feelings spill on their expression when he took their chocolate and told them to their face that he wouldn't return it on White Day.

Still, he can't actually eat this slop. The store-bought he might consider. But he knows someone who would never reject anything that Seimei told him.

He doesn't need to say a single thing as he approaches the college student, wrinkling his nose at the cigarette disapprovingly but otherwise not dropping the smile.]

Soubi. Spit that out and open your mouth.

[ Honestly, Soubi isn't sure why he's surprised to see his master (maybe one day he'll be accustomed to how effortlessly Seimei comes and goes as he pleases). Of course Seimei would show up when he was least expecting him, even if he was the only one he wanted to be around today. Seimei was a natural at timing and knowing what Soubi needed, even if he always seemed to wait until the last possible moment. The fact that his heart was beating faster was only natural too, even if it was for a myriad of reasons.

Still, the confusion on his face is evident even as he does his best to comply with the order instinctually. At least he doesn't need to worry about the cigarette, as that dropped from his lips as soon as he comprehended the words. Open his mouth?

Seimei? [ But comply he does, the slight pink on his cheeks clearly not the result of the brisk February night. ]

[The perfect obedience is satisfying, even if the implied trust gives Seimei a feeling he hasn't decided where to place. Instead of dwelling, he settles back on his earlier thought, and pulls out a homemade chocolate. He places the truffle, which has been dusted in cocoa powder, on Soubi's tongue with a smooth motion, fingers perfectly clear of touching his Fighter in the process.]

Chew, and swallow.

[ The chocolate isn't what he hoped for (dreams should remain dreams for a reason), but it's still far more intimacy than he normally receives. And it's more than he knows what to do with, something which will likely become apparent once he's done following his sacrifices orders.

But for now, he won't ruin the moment with an overstep or flirtaous banter, the smile on his face purely earnest. For the next few seconds, anyway. ]

[Seimei stares at him, apparently expecting something. Or scrutinizing. When it's clear that Soubi isn't starting to seize, Seimei speaks up.]

Any headaches? Feel sick?

[ For a second he balks—was the chocolate poisoned or—Oh. That's right, Seimei was notoriously paranoid. The truffle was honestly kind of tasty, and as far as he could tell perfectly fine.

Hmm... ]

No headaches, but I feel a bit light headed. Is that normal?~

I guess we'll find out.

[He'll hold the bag open. It's been torn open from being neatly stapled, and a sticker on it is cutely written kanji. "For Aoyagi-san". Of course Seimei wasn't going to eat this.]

I'm almost disappointed, but I guess it's too obvious for them to try something as blatant as poisoning chocolates.

If I feel faint, maybe you should carry me home. [ He knows the answer to this, but can't help it. Can't help the way he feels slightly more nervous about what he's just eaten either, given how nonchalant Seimei is talking about it. He'll pass on the rest of the chocolate, but spare the bag a quick glance regardless, the coy smile still lingering on his face. ]

They should be happy you even accepted their gifts.

I was considering whether I wanted to give it to Ritsuka.

[Seimei looks at the bag. If Soubi was feeling fine (and Seimei was completely ignoring the attempt at flirting), then he could conceivably eat it. But the idea repulsed him.]

But I won't give him some useless girl's chocolates. But I'm sure you want these.

[As in, take them.]

[ Oh.

Oddly he hadn't noticed the difference in being given these chocolates, or being ordered to taste them until now. Of course, he didn't mind either. Whatever Seimei ordered he would execute—he could do nothing else and wanted nothing else. But while the latter was something he was entirely used to, the former was...

There's that slight red tinge to his cheeks again (if he was thinking more clearly he could have proclaimed this as a "symptom") as he fumbles and accepts the chocolates. ]

Seimei I-thank you.

Did such a simple thing make you happy?

[Of course it did. Soubi's in one of his moods today, isn't he... the more predictable that his Fighter got, the more that Seimei could account for it and calm.]

You can repay me by cooking my dinner.

[Wow. Seimei never allowed Soubi to cook for him.]

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