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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the bedroom floor. The apartment was quiet- far too quiet- for a couple who was quiet literally screamed at eachother just the night before.
Tenya sat rigidly on the edge of their bed, already dressed in his casual weekend clothes, dark trousers and a crisp white polo shirt. His glasses were perched neatly on his nose, hiding the faint shadows under his eyes from last night spent sleepless with guilt.
Maki stirred beside him, her long black and white hair fanned out like spilled ink over silk pillows. Her blue skin glowed slightly in contrast to white sheets as she slowly opened those large alien-like eyes, deep voids that could pierce through anyone’s soul without effort.
She didn’t speak right away. Just looked at him, the tension thick between them, before she sat up slowly against the headboard. Neither had touched since they argued hours ago, aside from the quick, but tense , goodnight kiss they shared. Tenya hadn't moved an inch toward her either; too afraid of making it worse again by being too forward or clingy when he'd been so harsh last night.
He cleared his throat softly, a nervous habit, and turned fully toward her for once instead of staring straight ahead into nothingness like usual when stressed or nervous.
"...Good morning," he said quietly; voice stiff with forced calmness and something deeper beneath it: remorse laced thick within every syllable spoken...Maki studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable, those big black eyes like bottomless pits that saw literally everything, even the things Tenya tried so hard to hide behind his perfect posture and proper speech.
She yawned softly, stretching one arm above her head before rubbing at an eye with the back of her hand. No teasing smirk yet. No sarcastic comment about how stiff he looked sitting there like a mannequin. Just silence.
Then she finally spoke, voice low and gravelly from sleep but surprisingly it didnt carry any of her typical teasing:
"...You’re up early."
It wasn’t accusatory. Not quite concerned either. Just observant.
Tenya swallowed hard, fingers twitching slightly against his thigh, the only tell that he was anything but composed on the surface.
"I woke up early," he admitted evenly, no lie given because iida woke up at 5am as always ; though it was true, his thoughts kept him quite occupied early into the morning, he couldnt sleep , not when it came to guilt this heavy weighing on him.
"Earlier than usual"
maki pressed, she shifted beneath the covers before throwing her legs over the edge, with her back turned to iida she couldnt see how the man watched her. Despite her lingering tension from their fight she still took comforting in sleeping in his sweat shirt.
Tenya’s gaze dropped the moment she swung her legs over, her bare blue feet pressing into the soft carpet, toes curling slightly as she adjusted, his sweatshort gently bunching around her waist pained his heart.
He watched. Not in a creepy way. He just studied the slope of her shoulders, how her hair fell forward to obscure half of one side of that striking face, even the small wrinkles in the blanket where she’d been sitting just seconds ago.
She didn’t turn around. Didn’t look at him once since waking up. And that indifference more than anything else made his chest tighten painfully beneath his ribs. Because Maki wasn't cold by nature; sarcastic? Yes. Blunt? Absolutely. But usually when they argued and made up afterward. There'd be some kind of physical acknowledgment early on, a touch on an arm or shoulder at least before full conversation resumed, not a tense goodnight kiss and a morning full of avoidance.
This silence felt different, like a punishment without her having said it aloud. Maki reached for the robe draped over their dresser, black silk with a low collar that she always wore first thing in the morning, discarding the sweatshirt she took the robe and slid it on without hurry. The fabric clung to her frame, sleeves hanging past her wrists as she tied it loosely around her waist.
Still no eye contact. Still no acknowledgement of the hurt his words had caused. She padded toward the bedroom door, barefoot and quiet like a shadow moving through dawn light. Her long hair swayed slightly with each step still messy from sleep.
Tenya remained frozen where he sat, hands clasped together now between his knees; knuckles whitening from how tightly he gripped them. He wanted to say something. Anything. But what could he even say? 'I'm sorry again' , they’d already done that last night after fighting.
'Can we talk?' , too vague when emotions were still raw underneath.
Or worse: 'Do you hate me right now?'
Iida sighed, he didn't know what to do, he just watched helplessly as Maki walked out of their room.The soft click of the bedroom door closing echoed like a gunshot in the silence. Tenya didn’t move for nearly a full minute just sat there, staring at that closed door as if it held all the answers to why his stomach felt like it was caving in on itself.
He exhaled sharply through his nose, a controlled breath meant to steady him,but even that didn't help. His engines hummed faintly beneath his skin; not from activation, just from nervous tension.
Finally, after another agonizing stretch of seconds, Iida pushed himself up slowly and stood tall, straightening out invisible wrinkles on his shirt before stepping forward toward their bedroom doorway.
Maki leaned against their kitchen counter, elbows pressing uncomfortably into the hard surface but she made no effort to move. Her fork stabbed into a peice of french toast , syrup costed her bottom lip before her tongue darted out to catch it.
When iida entered the kitchen she barely looked up, her phone proving to be a barrier between them. But , when iida cleared his throat, something he always did before a tense conversation Maki's eyes, bored and tired flicked up to him. The kitchen was bright, sunlight streaming through the large window above the sink, glinting off stainless steel appliances and making Maki’s blue skin shimmer faintly where it caught the light.
Maki didn’t say anything, waiting for him to talk as she slowly chewed a bite of french toast. Syrup glistened at the corner of her mouth, just a tiny smear that iida resisted the erge to reach up and wipe away. Her dark eyes met his glasses wearing ones without warmth or softness, not her usual unbothered glance but rather a deliberate avoidance.
She looked beautiful, she always did in iidas eyes. But right now? With syrup on her lip and messy hair half-tucked behind one ear, she looked soft, in a way that made his chest ache because he knew this version of Maki was usually reserved only for quiet mornings like these, before fights happened.
He stepped forward slowly, socked feet silent against the tiled floor and walked over to where she lent at their kitchen island. The air between them thickened again; every breath felt deliberate, measured. No greeting came from him either, not even another "good morning." Just silence as he stopped directly across from her.
And then, without asking or warning, Iida bowed deeply at the waist.The bow was sharp, precise and formal, a deep 90-degree angle, forehead nearly touching the countertop infront of him.
Tenya held it for three full seconds, a proper apology bow in his mind, and when he straightened back up, his expression was completely unreadable: jaw set tight behind that usual stern mask, but hid eyes? Eyes were 'pleading'.
He clasped both hands together at waist level now, the same rigid posture he used during serious Class 1-A meetings.
"Maki."
Her name came out softer than intended. Not cold or distant, just quiet with emotion barely contained underneath.
"I an so very sorry for my behaviour and words towards you last night and... I would like to request your judgment."
A pause. Then added carefully:
"...For a suitable punishment to correct my actions from last night."
The kitchen was silent for all of three seconds.
"Hah?" was all she said, the fork clattered against the bowl where she dropped it in utter confusion.
"Tenya ...what the fuck?" Maki’s eyes widened, just a fraction, before narrowing instantly into sharp, disbelieving slits. She didn’t blink. Just stared at him like he’d grown two heads or suddenly started speaking ancient Sumerian.
She pushed off from leaning on her elbows and sat up straighter; arms crossing tightly over her chest beneath that black silk robe...
"...You’re serious?" Iida didn't flinch at her tone, didn’t react to the sharpness or surprise in her voice. He just kept that same solemn, unshakable posture: hands clasped, shoulders squared, glasses reflecting a sliver of sunlight.
"I am," he said calmly, far too calmly for someone asking their girlfriend to punish them like a child caught misbehaving. "Last night… I raised my voice unnecessarily. I criticized your work without fully understanding the context first... and then when you tried explaining yourself properly, I interrupted in a matter that was rude and uncalled for."
Each accusation was listed with military precision; no excuses woven into it either.
Just cold facts laid bare between them.
"Tenya..." maki groaned her hands coming up to rub her face tiredly.
"I told you I don't fucking care" Maki’s hands pressed hard into her face, rubbing upward over her eyes like she could physically wipe away the absurdity of this moment.
She exhaled loudly through her nose, frustrated, before dragging both palms down slowly, revealing those dark alien-like eyes now glaring at him with exasperation instead of anger.
"I told you," she repeated firmly, voice low but firm. "Last night after we argued, I said I wasn't mad anymore. I forgave you. We kissed goodnight and went to bed."
Her tone made it clear: Why are we still doing this?
"I really don't think a spanking of all things , will do anything in this situation" maki reasoned , she generally tried to aviod bringing relationship issues into their discipline dynamics.
This whole dramatic bow-and-ask-for-punishment thing felt ridiculous to her, overly formal . She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward slightly on the countertop again hands planted, but this time not as a barrier, more like emphasis.
"You don’t need my 'judgment,' idiot." She said again, firmly this time since iida hadn't responded. Tenya’s lips pressed into a thin line, his only tell of frustration because, of course Maki didn’t care. Of course she’d brushed it off last night like it was nothing.
But that wasn’t how Tenya operated. If he hurt someone, even emotionally, or said something cruel out of anger even if forgiven, his conscience wouldn't let him just move on. Not without some kind of consequence to balance the scales in his mind.
He believed in accountability. In respect for emotions, even when they were already resolved by the other person. He knew maki didnt believe in settling relationship issues with his requested method of discipline. So hearing her say "I don't care" didn’t make him feel better. It made him feel worse. Because now? Now he looked like an overbearing jerk for bringing this up again after she clearly dismissed it.
Yet still, he stood firm determined to take any sort of consequence for hirting the wonen he loves.
"I know you said you weren't angry," he began carefully, voice quieter but unwavering.
"But I still behaved poorly."
Maki studied him, really studied him, for the first time since waking up. Not just his face, but all of it: the rigid set of his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched slightly against each other where they were clasped, how he wouldn’t even glance away despite her staring right into those intense blue eyes behind thick glasses.
He looked guilty. Genuinely wretched with guilt,not performative or dramatic about it either. Just quiet, sincere remorse that most people would’ve brushed off by now.
Her irritation flickered,like a candle flame caught in a draft, and dimmed slightly. Because yeah, okay. Maybe she hadn’t been mad anymore last night after they kissed and slept. But Tenya? This man took things to heart like no one else on earth. And right now? He wasn't asking for punishment because he wanted attention or some weird power play. He was doing this because he genuinely felt needed to for hurting her.
"My fucking god ten"
maki walked over cupping iidas cheeks with a firm grip, not enough to hurt but enough to smoosh his cheeks together in a way that maki found adorable and iida found annoying, it's why she did it.
The sudden touch made Tenya freeze.
One second, he was standing there like a soldier awaiting orders, back straight and face unreadable. And the next- squish.
Maki’s palms smacked against his cheeks, squishing them inward with just enough pressure to pucker his lips into an involuntary fish-like pout. His glasses tilted slightly from the impact but didn’t fall off, just balanced precariously on the bridge of his nose.
His eyes widened behind those thick frames, not in shock or discomfort, but pure confusion, because what... what was happening?! This wasn't scolding. This wasn't punishment negotiation.
Maki had that rare half-smirk on her face now, the one she only wore when she found something stupidly endearing but didn't know how to express it.
"Your an idiot" she said bluntly but her tone carried that familiar teasing that meant she really cared.
"So sure, I'll spank your ass so you can feel better"
Despite all the times iida has been spanked the boy still flushed deeply at the mention, maki smirked amused at his blush.
"Go on to the office, I'll be there in a sec"
Maki said casually sending iida off with a kiss on the forehead and a slap to his butt.
The kiss on his forehead was soft and Tenya instinctively leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.
Then came the slap.
A sharp, sudden smack right to his backside through the thin fabric of his trousers he jolted like he’d been electrocuted.
Even after years together, after many spankings (some playful, some disciplinary) he still reacted like this every single time she so much as tapped him there without warning. Iida didn’t say anything, just stood frozen for half a second before turning quickly toward their home office.
"Yes ma'am" he said with a slight tremor in his tone , the office is a small but neat room down the hall from their bedroom where Iida kept paperwork and schedules organized with military precision.
His steps were brisk now, moving towards his discipline with the same determination he completed everything with. Maki watched him go with that same amused smirk tugging at one corner of her lips. She took another bite of french toast slowly while thinking about how ridiculously flustered Tenya got over a spanking , even ones at his request.
Iida entered the home office and closed the door softly behind him with a click, a quiet sound that somehow made his pulse thump harder. The room was spotless, as always. Files neatly stacked on shelves, a desk organized with color-coded folders for bills, schedules, and hero license paperwork. Everything in its rightful place because iida couldn’t function unless things were perfectly aligned.
He sat down at his chair, back straight like he was about to attend an official meeting with placed both hands flat on his knees infront of him staring forward as he awaited his fate.
Maki enteted the room a few moments later, the door shutting behind her rather dramatically. The couple had changed iidas place of discipline from the living room to the office after a rather unfortunate situation where iidas parents unexpectedly witnessed their son being spanked on the living room.
The dramatic click of the door shutting made Tenya’s spine go even straighter, if that was possible. He didn’t turn around. Didn’t look at her yet. But he heard every soft step Maki took across the carpeted floor behind him, his senses hyper-aware despite how hard he tried to focus on a random book on the desk before him.
The office had become their new disciplining space after the incident. When Iida's parents showed up unannounced for dinner one evening last month, only to walk into the living room just as Maki had iida bent over the couch receiving a firm spanking.
And ever since then, iida swore never again would any form of disciplinary action take place anywhere public or visible in their apartment not where guests could accidentally witness something intimate between the couple.
So now ,with their bedroom being off limits , this quiet office became their designated spot whenever consequences were due,far from prying eyes or awkward parental confrontations.
Maki took a seat on the desk infront of iida, her legs crossed leaning her weight against her hands.
"Im gonna say this once so get this in your head, im not spanking you because of our fight last night, we both said shit we shouldn't have and we mutually forgave eachother."
Maki said seriously
"I'm gonna spank you so you stop feeling guilty . Kay?"
Tenya’s breath hitched slightly as Maki sat on the desk right in front of him, her legs crossed swinging together under the desk, hands resting on her knees, and that steady gaze locking onto his through those dark alien-like eyes.
He finally looked up at her properly. Not with fear or anxiety, but rather something softer. Guilt mixed with quiet vulnerability. Iida knew he should be punished for his harsh words last night , but maki? Maki just wanted her boyfriend to feel better and if spanking him would do that, then she could compromise.
"Kay?," Maki questioned again simply, nodding once before reaching out and gently tapping two blue fingers against Iida's forehead, not hard enough to hurt; more playful than anything else, as if saying: 'Hey dummy.'
Iids nodded quickly , eyes flicking up ti hers before averting them quickly.
"Okay". He confirmed quietly.
Maki gestured for iida to stand up and she replaced his seat on the ridiculously expensive ergonomic office chair iida insisted on, the arms folded up which made this the perfect chair to take her guilt ridden boyfriend over her knee.
Iida stood up without hesitation,no resistance, no questions. Just smooth compliance. He had asked for this.
He didn’t even protest when Maki sat on his ridiculously expensive ergonomic chair (the one with lumbar support, adjustable armrests, and a memory foam cushion that cost more than some people's rent) and repositioned it to her liking, arms folded up neatly so there was nothing in the way.
The chair was perfect for this , not that Iida had ever considered that possibility when he bought it months ago. He chose it purely for comfort during long hours of paperwork.
Now stood infront of her iida couldn't help but feel small, despite having to look down to see her, maki gave him a nod and iida complied almost instantly, his trousers were unbuttoned and removed with careful movement and the boy hesitated at the waist band of his underwear. Maki nodded again and rather reluctantly iida lowered his underwear as well.
Maki patted her lap once, a clear signal and Tenya exhaled through his nose quietly before stepping forward again, slightly awkwardly with his trousers around his ankles. His movements were calm but stiff; like a soldier following orders even if they made him blush furiously from head to toe.
Without another word, he bent over slowly across her knee, the movement graceful despite how awkward this always felt at first, and carefully settled himself facedown across Maki’s thighs. Hands and feet touched the floor, bare backside presented high across her lap, maki placed a firm hand on iidas backside pushing his shirt up to reveal more of his exposed backside, the movement making the boy blush furiously.
Once he was settled maki rubbed a soothing circles into the boys skin.
"Remember , I'm not spanking you for our fight, we were both in the wrong, but you need some help letting go of that guilt." Maki reiterated,
"I forgive you, i forgave you last night, I'm doing this so you forgive yourself"
Maki left no time for a response, as the last word left her mouth the first spank came down , followed by a flurry of swats across his backside. The first spank landed with a sharp 'crack', firm, crisp, and unapologetic. Maki didn’t hold back. Not because she was angry, but because iida needed this. Needed the pain to ground him when his mind spiraled into overthinking and self-blame.
Each swat followed quickly, methodical, landing across his bare backside in rapid succession: left cheek, right cheek; then a few centered firmly on the sit spots where the sensation would be hardest to ignore later while sitting through meetings or paperwork.
Iida clenched his jaw instinctively, the sound of each spank echoing slightly in the quiet office, but he made no noise beyond a soft exhale through flared nostrils. He wouldn't cry out. Wouldn't beg or squirm away, atleast not yet.
Iida took it like he did everything else: stoic-faced and disciplined even whilst on display as heat bloomed rapidly across both cheeks beneath Maki’s palm.
His hands curled slightly against the carpeted floor beneath them, fists toght to resist reaching back, not pushing himself up or resisting her grip. She had one strong hand pressed lightly between his shoulder blades , keeping him placed as she wanted over her knee, iida just reacted naturally to pain stimuli as anyone would when getting spanked by their girlfriend for emotional release purposes only. Hands clenched tightly, feet kicking lightly against the carpet.
Maki watched him closely between swats, the slight tension in his shoulders not from anger but focus, focussing on his spanking. Maki stayed silent, as if counting each slap mentally until she felt iida had received enough correction for that stubborn guilt weighing him down since last night's fight.
Maki continued the steady rhythm of spanks, each one delivered with precision, not too hard to bruise or leave lasting marks, but firm enough that iida would feel it deeply for hours. A constant reminder, not of anger, but of being forgiven.
The sound filled the small office: crisp smacks against his bare skin, the occasional rustle as Maki adjusted her grip slightly. The air carried a quiet intensity the kind only possible in moments where discipline is given out of love rather than rage.
Iida’s breath sharpened at a particularly harsh swat, his legs couldn't help but kick out only stopping when maki placed a calming hand on his thigh. His cheeks burned beneath Maki’s palm now; warm and sensitive from repeated contact.
Tears started falling, silently at first but soon they turned into quiet sobs and hitched breaths. After about twenty-five minutes of swift swats evenly distributed across both cheeks and sit spots, Maki finally slowed down. Then stopped entirely.
She let her hand rest lightly on top for just a second, rubbing soothingly before pressing the back of her hand into the skin, as if checking how hot he'd gotten beneath her touch.
Without warning, maki shifted forward slightly and pressed two soft lips right onto one burning cheek in an unexpected kiss, a gentle contrast to all those stinging smacks before it.
"How are you feeling babe" Maki spoke gently as her hands roamed over his skin, trailing softly down his sore backside and thighs up to his shoulder blades , her tone wasn't mocking but it definitely carried a sense of amusement.
Tenya exhaled, long, slow, and quiet, the kind of breath that carried the weight of something heavy finally starting to lift.
Maki’s question hung in the air between them, soft and tender despite its simplicity. Iida didn’t have a rehearsed answer ready, no formal apology, no explanation about why he’d acted out or what he was feeling.
The gentle press of her fingers tracing over his shoulders, massaging away tension that had coiled there since last night's fight. Iida reached up a hand from the floor to wipe away some still lingering tears.
"...Better," he admitted quietly after a few seconds, the word barely above a whisper but so honest it stung more than any spank ever could have.
Maki nodded despite iida not being able to see her, from the tension dropping from his shoulders maki could tell they were close to the end, but the lingering stiffness in his face and hands she knew he just needed that finally push.
"Im going to give you ten more"
Maki announced as she carefully reached over to grab something from the desk, she tapped the familiar cool wood of a hairbrush against iidas backside.
Iida flinched at the sensation, the wood was cool and soothing but it wouldnt stay that way for very long. Tenya tensed the moment the cool wood of the hairbrush tapped against his still-warm skin. The contrast was immediate, the chill of polished birch sending a brief, soothing ripple through his heated backside, like ice water on a burn. It almost felt nice for half a second.
Maki had used this brush before, not often, but whenever she deemed it necessary: reserved for moments when an extra layer of firmness was required in her discipline approach. The sleek handle, light enough to wield with control; thick enough to deliver stinging swats that would leave no bruise but plenty of smarting sensation behind them.
He braced himself without being told.
Fingers curling slightly into fists at his sides as he lowered his forehead toward the carpet again, subconsciously preparing for the upcoming onslaught about to heat up his backside.
No protest came from him, no pleading either , iida didn't fight against her decision.
Just silent acceptance, and maybe just a hint nervous anticipation beneath that disciplined exterior. Because while Maki's hands were loving, Her brush, that one carried weight, physically and metaphorically.
She held the brush with steady hands, its smooth wooden surface cool against her palm. The weight of it was subtle, balanced perfectly for swift, precise swings
And with no dramatic flare she brought down the first spank , heavy , sharp onto his already smarting right cheek.
The first strike landed squarely on his right cheek, the crisp crack of wood meeting skin echoing softly in the office. Not crushing force, but clean, sharp impact that sent a jolt through his entire body and made him tense instantly.
One.
It stung more than Maki’s hand had, not because she hit harder (she didn't), but because wood carried a different kind of intensity: flatter surface meaning wider contact area; firmer texture translating sting into something deeper.
Tenya inhaled sharply through his nose again. Eyes squeezing shut for half a second before reopening them calmly.
Still not moving an inch from where he lay positioned over Maki's lap earlier on.Maki swung again, this time landing on the left cheek, slightly lower than the first.
Two.
The impact caused iida to shift forward slightly but he quickly corrected himself.
The rhythm established itself quickly: firm, evenly spaced swats delivered with measured control, not frantic or wild, but steady like a metronome of discipline.
Three. Four . Five.
Each one fell in rapid succession across his backside, the brush whipping through air and connecting precisely where she intended. Not too fast to lose focus; not too slow to build suspense unnecessarily. Right, left, right, covering his backside in an even layer of stinging pain.
Tenya’s breath came in short bursts now, quirt sobs and tears reflecting his release of guilt. Shallow inhales between each smack as he absorbed the sharp sting radiating from his skin beneath layers of fabric that did nothing to cushion wood.
His face crumpled into tears, sounds be becomjng more vocal now as heat bloomed rapidly under Maki's methodical application of the hairbrush.He started to squirm lightly, little shifts of his body , strained kicks against the carpet.
Six. Seven . Eight.
Didn't try covering himself with hands, he couldnt as they were the only holding him up from face planting the carpet. Each stroke landed with consistent weight, covering both cheeks evenly.
The brush's broad surface meant each smack stung over a larger area than her palm ever could, creating a warm flush that spread quickly beneath his skin.
By the ninth Iida's backside was no longer just pink from earlier spanking, now it had deepened to a vivid shade of red , the reddened skin streching down his sit spots and thighs. Not bruised (she never hit hard enough for that), but very tender and sensitive.
The sting built. Not unbearable, not torturous by any means,but persistent.
A continuous reminder of why he’d been corrected in the first place: not because she hated him or was cruel but because she cared too much to let him stew in guilt forever.
He exhaled through slightly parted lips this time, a quiet release of tension as maki gently patted the brush against the middle if his backside.
Maki watched him closely between swings,noticing how he braced himself perfectly each time before impact. How trust shone through every still moment. Maki reached the end, one more swat to go.
The air in the office had grown slightly warmer, or maybe it was just Tenya’s skin radiating heat from the repeated contact. His backside throbbed now, not with sharp pain anymore, but a dull ache that pulsed with every heartbeat. A constant reminder of what he’d endured and accepted without protest.
She adjusted her grip on the brush slightlyrotating it so she could deliver one more precise swat for optimal sting , optimal emotional release.
He didn’t whimper, the only sound in the office was his occasional sniffle and muffled sob, he was trying to hold back.
And Maki? She noticed everything.
"Last one ten, just let go" Maki took a breath, deliberate, calm, a representation for what iida should do.
She positioned the brush just right, the thickest part of the handle angled perfectly for maximum sting without cruelty. The brush rested on the fullest part of his bsckside , where hed taken the brunt of the spanking.
Ten
The final swat landed hard, right in the center of his backside where sensitivity peaked and nerves flared brightest from all previous strikes. It hurt . It hurt because it was meant to punctuation, to mark ten precise spanks delivered with purpose an emotional release through structure.
Tenya sobbed loudly this time a sharp inhale cut short by a shudder that finally broke free as his body jolted slightly forward before collapsing back down into Maki's lap.
Tears spilled freely now , hot , emotional tears falling down his cheeks , sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. All that pent-up guilt? The frustration at himself? The emotional weight of yesterday's fight? Every tear carried it out, silent sobs shaking his shoulders as he slowly slipped down to his knees between her legs and buried his face against Maki’s thigh like an anchor finding shore after storm.
His backside burned hotter than ever, throbbing in waves from impacts that would fade soon, but left behind something far more important: A clean slate. No resentment lingering between them anymore, no guilt clowding his chest.
Maki set the brush aside quietly on the desk first, then slipped her hand down iidas back, under his shirt to pull him close against her lap , she held him close while he cried.
Maki’s arms wrapped around Tenya like a sanctuary, tight, warm, and unwavering. Her fingers threaded gently through his hair, still damp with sweat from the emotional release, she pressed soft kisses to the crown of his head as he sobbed quietly against her thigh. Each kiss was light: an dominant gesture mixed with girlfriend tenderness.
No words came from Maki yet. Not needed. This moment belonged entirely to comfort, the kind that didn’t fix things with speeches or explanations but just held him while everything inside finally cracked open and spilled out in tears.
Tenya clung weakly to her shirt, one hand fisting slightly in the fabric, both of his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and maki let iida cling to her. The heat on his backside pulsed faintly, a dull throb still exposed as his clothing clung to one of his ankles, but it didn't matter anymore. The sting had served its purpose: cleaning out guilt so thoroughly that relief began seeping into every shaky breath iida took.
Little by little he cried less hard, sobs become pitiful sniffles that maki found adorable. Iida leaned heavier into Maki's embrace instead of trembling anymore he squeezed her hips softly pressing light kisses to her bare thighs, an unusually bold gesture for iida.
Iida pulled back, arms still around her waist, body taking up the space between her knees, he looked up at her with a dazed, teary expression. With a sniffling red nose and crooked glasses maki couldn't help but let out a rare tender smile as she cupped his face.
Iida turned his cheek in her grasp , one hand coming up to grip her wrist as he pressed a kissed to her hand, the very hand that just blistered his backside.
"Thank you, maki , darling"
His voice came out hoarse and shaky but his gaze was filled with love and admiration. And maki felt like she fell in love all over again.
"Your welcome dork."