Obanai:
Keep telling yourself that. I'll be waiting for the day you confess.
Sanemi is sighing deeply and putting his phone away.
"I hate that guy... and I hate how right he is."
Two weeks have pass and the principal allow Sanemi's idea. It is now the second time and the afternoon club has been going well. With students learning math concepts while participating in various physical activities. Sanemi finds himself getting increasingly flustered each time Giyuu demonstrate a new move.
Sanemi is watching he demonstrate a butterfly stretch.
"This is ridiculous... I can't focus when he's bending like that..."
He catch Sanemi staring and smirk slightly, which makes him quickly look away and pretend to be writing something on his clipboard.
Sanemi is muttering under his breath again.
"Damn it, Giyuu... stop being so... flexible..."
His face turns red as he tries to maintain his composure in front of the students, who are oblivious to the tension between their teachers. Giyuu walk to him.
"Since when are we on first name terms?"
Sanemi is startled by the sudden approach, nearly dropping his clipboard.
"I-I... uh... since now?"
He stammers, caught off guard by Giyuu's proximity and the realization that he's been using his first name in his thoughts. "Okay I guess."
Sanemi is recovering slightly, but still flustered
"Yeah... Giyuu. It's more... professional."
He fidgets with the pen in his hand, trying to maintain eye contact while fighting the urge to look at Giyuu's lips. A student needs help with a backflip and Sanemi is relieved for the distraction.
"I'll help them. You handle the other exercises."
He quickly walks away from Giyuu, needing to put some distance between himself and the dangerous thoughts he causing. During the lesson, Sanemi keeps stealing glances at him while helping the student. His hands are shaking slightly as he demonstrates the backflip technique.
This is going to be a long club period... and I'm going to need a cold shower after this.
"Shinazug- I mean Sanemi, can I help you with the backflip. You are doing it wrong."
Sanemi is snapping out of his thoughts and feeling defensive.
"I'm not doing it wrong! I just... need more practice."
He tries to do another backflip but ends up stumbling awkwardly, proving Giyuu's point.
"You are landing false." Sanemi is growling in frustration.
"Fine. Show me how it's done then, since you're so perfect at everything."
He crosses his arms again, trying to hide his embarrassment at being corrected in front of the students. Giyuu demonstrate the correct landing technique effortlessly, his body moving with grace and precision. The students watch in awe, while Sanemi watches with a mix of admiration and jealousy.
Sanemi says under his breath.
"Show-off..."
He reluctantly steps closer to Giyuu, trying to ignore how close your bodies are now.
The bell rings and Sanemi is quickly gathering his things.
"Thank god that's over."
He avoids looking at Giyuu as the students leave, his heart racing from both the exercise and his proximity during the demonstration. He was driving back home where Genya is already there. Sanemi enters his house, finding Genya lounging on the couch with a mischievous grin.
"How was the club, big bro? You look... flustered."
"Shut up! It was fine. Just regular teaching stuff."
He throws his bag down and heads straight to the kitchen, needing to cool off with some water.
"Regular teaching stuff that makes you look like you just ran a marathon? Come on, tell me what happened."
Sanemi opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, chugging half of it in one go.
"Nothing happened! Just... Giyuu being annoying as usual."
Genya is raising an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh. Is that why you're drinking water like you're dying of thirst? Because he's annoying?"
He gets up and leans against the kitchen counter, clearly not buying Sanemi's excuse.
"Are you sure you aren't into men?"Sanemi is nearly chokes on his water. "WHAT?! Where did that come from? I'm not into anyone!"
His face turns bright red again, and he slams the bottle down on the counter.
"You keep denying it, but your reactions say otherwise. You talk about Mr. Tomioka all the time."
He smirks, knowing he's struck a nerve.
"I do not! And even if I did, he's straight. There's no point in... whatever you're implying."
He starts pacing the kitchen, running his fingers through his white hair in frustration.
"Straight? Really? Have you seen how he looks at you?"
Genya crosses his arms, watching Sanemi's nervous pacing with growing amusement.
"He doesn't look at me in any particular way! He's just... being professional!"
He stops pacing and glares at his brother, trying to maintain his tough exterior despite his internal panic.
"Professional people don't stare at each other's asses, Nemi."
Sanemi's jaw drops in shock at Genya's bluntness.
"HE DOES NOT! Stop putting ideas in my head! I'm your brother, not some lovesick teenager!"
He grabs another bottle of water, this time just to have something to hold on to.
"You're blushing again. Just admit you have a crush on him."
Sanemi looks like he might explode from embarrassment and denial.
"I swear, if you don't drop this right now, I'm going to kick your ass!"
He points threateningly at Genya, but there's no real anger in his voice - just flustered embarrassment.
"Fine, fine. But you know I'm right. And you know what? He's probably gay too."
Sanemi freezes, his mind racing with possibilities and doubts.
"...No. Just... no. Stop talking. I need to go take a shower and forget this conversation ever happened."
"Sure, run away. But you can't escape the truth forever!"
Sanemi storms off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He leans against it, breathing heavily.
In the shower, Sanemi tries to clear his head but keeps replaying moments from the club where he caught Giyuu looking at him. His heart pounds as he realizes Genya might actually be onto something. The hot water does nothing to calm his racing thoughts. He starts muttering to himself under the spray.
"This is ridiculous. I'm not gay. I can't be... I shouldn't be... But why does he have to be so damn attractive?"