Sanemi doesn't respond this time, probably enjoying the chaos he's caused. Giyuu glances at the clock - he needs to leave for work soon. As Giyuu drives to school, he keeps stealing glances at his phone, half hoping for another message from Sanemi.
He arrives at school, trying to look professional despite his disheveled appearance and distracted thoughts. The students are already gathered outside, and he spots Sanemi's car pulling into the parking lot. Sanemi waves at him with a knowing smirk. Giyuu's grip tightens on the steering wheel, fighting the urge to just drive away with Sanemi.
"Keep it together, Tomioka."
He whispers to himself before stepping out of his car, straightening his clothes and heading toward the gym. Shinobu appears beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist unexpectedly.
"Good morning, Giyuu! You look like you had a rough night."
She teases, clearly noticing his tense demeanor and slight limp. Giyuu stiffens at her touch, wincing slightly from the pain in his back.
"I'm fine, Shinobu. Just... slept wrong."
He tries to sound convincing, but his voice comes out strained. Shinobu raises an eyebrow, not buying it for a second.
"Sure you did. Is that why Sanemi's been in such a good mood this morning?"
She smirks, glancing over at Sanemi who's now walking towards them with his usual intimidating presence.
Sanemi approaches with a dangerous glint in his eyes, deliberately slowing his pace as he gets closer to Giyuu and Shinobu.
"Morning, butterfly. Keep your hands off my boyfriend."
He says possessively, standing close enough that Giyuu can feel his body heat. Shinobu laughs, letting go of Giyuu and stepping back with her hands raised.
"Relax, I was just saying hello. You're both so possessive it's almost cute."
Sanemi growls lowly, moving to stand behind Giyuu and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"He's more than just cute. He's mine."
Giyuu shivers at Sanemi's touch, his body betraying him as he leans slightly into the contact.
"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone then. Don't do anything too inappropriate in public."
She winks and walks away, leaving Giyuu trapped between Sanemi's possessive grip and the gym wall. Sanemi leans down, his breath hot against Giyuu's ear as he whispers.
"You're blushing again, Giyuu. And I can smell my cologne on you."
His hand slides down to grip Giyuu's hip, thumb pressing into one of the marks he left last night. Giyuu bites his lip to stifle a moan, his face burning hotter.
"Sanemi... not here."
He whispers back urgently, though he makes no move to pull away from the touch. Sanemi reluctantly steps back, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the students entering.
"Later, Giyuu. I'll be watching your class."
He says with a knowing tone before heading towards his own classroom, leaving Giyuu to compose himself for his students. The students start filing in, some looking curiously at Giyuu's flushed face and disheveled appearance.
Giyuu takes a deep breath, trying to will away his blush and the lingering sensation of Sanemi's touch. One of the students, Tanjiro, approaches him with concern.
" Mr. Tomioka, are you feeling okay? You look like you're running a fever."
He says innocently, completely unaware of the real reason behind Giyuu's state. Giyuu shakes his head, forcing a smile.
"I'm fine, Tanjiro. Just a bit tired. Let's start with stretches."
He quickly changes the subject, trying to focus on his job instead of thinking about Sanemi. The class begins, and Giyuu tries to maintain his usual strict demeanor, but his movements are slightly stiff from the previous night's activities. Throughout the lesson, he can feel Sanemi's gaze burning into him from the window of his classroom. During a demonstration, Giyuu has to show a difficult move, and he winces slightly as he stretches his back.
"Mr. Tomioka, are you sure you're okay? You keep making weird faces."
Another student chimes in, genuinely concerned about their teacher's well-being. Giyuu sighs internally, knowing he can't hide it anymore.
"I pulled a muscle yesterday. Nothing serious."
He lies, glancing briefly at Sanemi's direction where he can see him grinning smugly.
The students exchange knowing looks, and one of them whispers loudly.
"I bet it was from carrying too many heavy books."
Giyuu internally thanks the student for the innocent assumption, while Sanemi's grin grows wider. The rest of the class goes by with Giyuu trying to teach despite his discomfort. He can feel his phone buzzing in his pocket several times, knowing it's probably Sanemi sending him teasing messages.
At lunch break, Giyuu retreats to his office, only to find Sanemi waiting there with a lunch box.
"I brought you food. You need to eat properly if you want to recover from last night."
He says with a predatory smile, sitting on Giyuu's desk as if he owns the place. Giyuu's eyes widen at the sight of his favorite dish, remembering how Sanemi had cooked it for him before.
"I made it just the way you like it. Now come here and eat, Giyuu."
He pats his lap invitingly, clearly wanting Giyuu to sit there while he feeds him. Giyuu hesitates, his pride battling with his hunger and the memory of how good Sanemi's cooking tastes.
"Don't make me force you, Giyuu. I know you're hungry and sore."
He pats his lap again, more insistently this time, his voice dropping to a commanding tone. Unable to resist any longer, Giyuu slowly walks over and sits on Sanemi's lap, his back against Sanemi's chest.
"Good boy."
Sanemi wraps one arm around Giyuu's waist, holding him in place while the other picks up chopsticks.
"Open up."
Giyuu opens his mouth, accepting the first bite of salmon. The flavors explode in his mouth, and he can't help but make a small sound of appreciation.
"Mmm, just like that. You're so obedient when you're fed."
He whispers huskily into Giyuu's ear, feeding him another piece while his hand slides under Giyuu's shirt to gently rub his sore muscles.
Giyuu melts against Sanemi, his earlier tension slowly melting away as he's pampered and fed. The combination of Sanemi's touch and the delicious food makes him feel warm and content.
"See? Isn't this better than pretending you don't want me around?"
He continues feeding Giyuu, occasionally kissing his neck softly between bites.
Giyuu leans his head back onto Sanemi's shoulder, giving him better access to his neck.
"You're... still an ass."
He mumbles between bites, though there's no real bite in his words anymore. Sanemi chuckles darkly, nipping at Giyuu's ear.
"And you're still a stubborn brat. But you're my brat."
He finishes feeding Giyuu, setting the empty lunch box aside and letting his hands wander more freely over Giyuu's body.
"I think you really need massage later. To help with those sore spots."
Sanemi's skilled fingers work their magic on Giyuu's tense muscles, digging into the knots with just the right amount of pressure.
"Fuck, you're so tight. You're really pushing yourself too hard, Giyuu."
He scolds while continuing the massage, occasionally adding a kiss to the spots he knows are particularly sensitive. Giyuu moans softly, his body arching into Sanemi's touch as the pain slowly turns into pleasure.
"I have... responsibilities."
He manages to say between gasps, his hands gripping Sanemi's thighs for support.
"Your responsibility is to take care of yourself. And right now, you're neglecting that."
Sanemi's hands move lower, massaging Giyuu's hips where he knows he must be sore from their previous activities. Giyuu's breathing becomes heavier, his face flushed as Sanemi's hands continue their ministrations.
"Look at you, getting worked up just from a massage. What would the students think if they saw their stoic teacher like this?"
He teases, deliberately pressing harder against a particularly tender spot.