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Cats and dogs don't get along. It's a fact that everyone seems to have imprinted in their minds and seeing cute videos of interactions between the two cute species always render its viewers in awe. Sanemi believes the old, traditional thought and have grown to despise the sneaky felines. He isn't exactly a dog, just a bigger and more predatory type of canine. Sanemi is in fact, a wolf. The tradition runs along all groups of canine and he could only guess the same goes even to the big cats.  

But it wasn't like it's a big deal. It was more like a thing that most people grow out of and Sanemi has seen a lot of his friends mingling with felines as if there haven't been any ill thoughts of the two species with each other.  Call Sanemi old-fashioned, but he might live with the traditional thought until he dies. There's no way he could easily shake off the growl slowly making its way up from his throat when he sees felines. Or, whenever he even senses one. 

And a certain feline hasn't been making it easier for him. With his black ears and eyes that reminds him of crashing waves, Tomioka Giyuu is the bane of his existence. It doesn't help that they're working as teachers in the same school, bound to meet in the office and sometimes the lounge where many would laze around during recess. 

The other teachers wouldn't get how hung up he is over having a feline co-worker, not when you're Sanemi who believes how his species and felines shouldn't intermingle even down to his core. Some of them, especially Uzui, would purposely place Giyuu next to him whenever they have their weekly drinking session among the staffs. It's not mandatory but every time Sanemi decides to join, Giyuu would be there, right next to him, being the beautiful cat he is. 

(Sanemi doesn't mind admitting he finds Giyuu beautiful. The cat has long lashes that seem to shadow over his deep blue eyes, skin as pale as porcelain and jet-black hair that goes over his shoulders. In fact, Tomioka Giyuu is a damn fine specimen. And that just goes to another reason to add in his ongoing list of why he hates the feline.)

And oh, Sanemi makes sure his hatred is known and probably the whole staff has known how Sanemi loathes being around with Giyuu. Despite having it blatantly known, the others don't make their way to separate the two because it's only in Sanemi's side that resorts to hostility while Giyuu, well he's as dismissive as he is with everything. Never reacting to whatever Sanemi throws at him and that pisses the latter endlessly.

"Do you ever just talk?" Sanemi once asked as he stared at Giyuu adding a packet of creamer into his coffee. They were at the teachers' lounge and Sanemi made sure to stay a respectable distance because he was dead tired after explaining the same equation for at least an hour. He doesn't want to waste whatever energy he has left in him growling at Giyuu. 

"I am now." Giyuu said, gaze intent on watching the creamer dispersing into the coffee. "Nice talking to you, Shinazugawa-san." With that, he walked out with his coffee in tow, not sparing a small wave or even a glance. 

Sanemi hates Giyuu endlessly, as if there's no limit to where this loathing ends. Everyone says he's overreacting and that he needs to get over the traditional thinking but the day he gets over it would probably be the day he's on his death bed. And that's not in any time soon, or ever at all, he hopes.

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"Are you going tonight, or are you busy marking up homework?" Uzui sidles up next to him with a swivel chair, his round ears perking up. Sanemi knows he's asking about the weekly drinking again but he's been so busy lately now that they're halfway through the year already. Being a mathematics teacher isn't easy, he's known for his spartan way of teaching but he knows it's what make the students understand him better. The more spartan he is, the easier it will be for them to understand, he concluded. "Nah, maybe in the next two weeks I'll be able join." 

"I'll take that Tomioka's not coming too." There's a drag in the syllables but Sanemi pretends he doesn't hear it or the whole sentence at all. See, that's the thing that pisses him. No, Giyuu's whole existence infuriates him but this particular habit of Giyuu he's picked up after multiple of teasings from their co-workers, Sanemi's found out that Giyuu only ever attends the drinking sessions if he's there. And as if to rile him up because seeing Sanemi gets hot-headed over a certain cat is their hobby, they always make sure Giyuu's sitting right next to him for the particular reason for them to "bond". 

Of course, neither has made any move to do so. 

He clicks his tongue when he turns away from his paperwork. Uzui isn't waiting for anything, really, the sadistic bastard finds joy seeing how responsive Sanemi is to anything Giyuu-related. His grey, bushy tail is wagging as it extends out from his chair and his ears are standing tall, alert to every sensations. The damned bear is smiling ear-to-ear, pleased as always that Giyuu would always be the reason why Sanemi gets so hot-headed easily. It's always amusing for the rest of them. 

"Go get a job, Tengen." 

"Lucky for you, I'm doing my job as both your flamboyant colleague and matchmaker." 

"What the fuck?" Sanemi could tolerate them making fun of his inclination to not mingle with felines because maybe he's traditional for that but he doesn't want to grow out of it yet for unexplainable reasons. But to call all the teasings as "matchmaking", Sanemi's beyond tolerating that. He doesn't even want to imagine the annoying, indifferent Tomioka Giyuu with his soft, pink lips puckering up as he leans in for a kiss. The Giyuu in his head and his dazed looking eyes bore his gaze on Sanemi, as if daring him to come closer and just get it.  

Fuck, that's gross (but he feels himself getting hot at the image but it could be for the reason that he's pissed at his colleagues for trying to pair him up with Giyuu). It's just rage in its pure form, he can't believe he's confusing it for funny feelings when all he ever feel for Giyuu is hate, hate and hate. 

"Look, Shinazugawa, you can keep up with whatever the fuck is going with your species but we all see right through you. Well, except for that person."

Sanemi doesn't bother to process the words, instead he grabs his satchel bag and swiftly stands up to leave the office. He needed to prepare for his next lesson anyways and not that Uzui needs to know that it's in about an hour later. He just couldn't stand Uzui riling him up with words that made him feel weird. When it comes to Giyuu, there's always unexplainable feelings that he doesn't want to delve into and he has so much in his plate already. Maybe to sum all the weird mess of blob of feelings accumulated together as "rage" is easier. Besides, it's what he feels best anyways. 

Maybe he should take a vacation, being swamped with marking up tests and completing mid-year paperwork made him feel out of things. Or maybe he just needs to get away from the teasings because although he doesn't want to admit it verbally, he's starting to feel as if his thoughts and feelings about a certain feline is starting to shift towards something more carnal. Something out of line, a border he doesn't want to cross. 

He really needs that vacation after all. 

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Vacation comes sooner than expected. It isn't much of a vacation if he still has to do something work-related but it's something that gets him away from the school, his students and especially his colleagues. The idea of being away from school on a weekday still gives him the exact excitement he gets when he was younger. He has to attend something like a seminar for the teachers across the region. He heard the headmaster is sending him off because Sanemi's teaching the third-year students and it's crucial for him to understand how the syllabus are this year. But, there's one crucial information that the headmaster forgot to include.

Apparently, he isn't the only one to go from his school because why the fuck is the Tomioka Giyuu that he loathes so much here? He could spot the black, shiny ears and the ugly blue pair of sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt anywhere. Is it even appropriate to wear such casual clothing for this kind of event? And who is he talking to?

He feels anger creeping the longer he watches Giyuu talking, like actually talking, with a peach-haired man that looks way too close to him. It totally blows him away when he sees Giyuu laughs at whatever the other man said and he's rendered to his state when he sees the soft, plump lips stretching into one of the most beautiful smiles he has ever seen. His cheeks look pink too and it looks like a scene from a painting as he watches Giyuu with his red cheeks and beautiful smile, talking to the man who doesn't to know personal space. 

He doesn't know whatever knocked him out of his reverie but he notices the noises around him first before he sees Giyuu staring at him. The other teachers are rushing in to seat themselves and yet Sanemi stood rooted in front of the entrance because he was too busy ogling at his "arch-nemesis". He decides to ignore whatever Giyuu is trying to do, it's not like they ever properly talked and they aren't going to start now either. He walks past Giyuu (and the peach-haired man), only to have his sense of victory of ignoring the two thrown away when someone taps at his shoulder.

Oh, wait, apparently the peach-haired man is a cat. He wonders why he didn't see the other's ears sooner because now that he's smelling both of the felines up close and with a slight turn of the head, he could see the crinkling eyes of the stranger, he thinks he's losing it. First, it's his tail that starts to wags in an uncontrolled manner, slapping against the back of his knees as it whirls around. Then, it's his teeth that somehow manage to slip out of his mouth, a sign of baring it indicates how he's trying to intimidate anyone in his vicinity. And, the last would be the incoming growl that is slowly coming up in his throat. 

Truthfully, he tried to stop. The keyword being "tried" although he wouldn't call it putting so much an effort when he already sees red when he saw Giyuu talking to the other cat. It was if rage consumed him whole, as if his whole body screaming to take what's his but that's the problem because, what was his? In his seething state, his gaze moves to blue, blue eyes that seem to stare back at his in fear. 

"What are you three still doing there? The seminar is starting soon!" Someone shouts somewhere in the distant, it felt as if the message was echoing too as Sanemi registered the voice when his focus is limited to watching the blue eyes against his, slowly turning calm and steady against his own fearful ones. It feels like magic the longer the two gazes crash and it ends too early that Sanemi almost whined but blue eyes disappear from his view and slowly, everything else comes into view. 

The person who shouted after is long gone, the lingering scent of a dog the only evidence that he wasn't just imagining someone was there and the peach-haired man slowly materializes as well, his grip around Giyuu's hand is unmissed. The sight of it makes his blood boil, as if he's trying to see where the limit of his patience the longer he observes. He swears he sees the grip tightens. Before Sanemi could lose control again, he runs, away from the seminar's entrance and hopefully from the image of a smiling Giyuu with red cheeks with a certain peach-haired feline.

Oh, wait, he can't run from his mind but this is better than nothing. Damn, he really hates Giyuu.

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It's a good Saturday, the one day he's free from thinking about work (to the extent he lets his mind be) but never the day he doesn't think about his less favourable moments. Especially when he recounts the image of Giyuu getting friendly and chummy with that peach-haired feline that seemed to have ulterior motives when he sets his eyes on him. 

Look, it isn't his business to get territorial on what's not his, especially when it's concerning the Tomioka Giyuu that he oh so hates so much. He can do whatever he wants and Sanemi wouldn't bat an eye, or acknowledge his existence because he just doesn't care. To prove that, he would do his daily Saturday routine diligently, one he's accustomed to doing when he settled in a cheap apartment once he landed a job as teacher. It obviously doesn't bother him at all, Giyuu could go on dates or do whatever intimate things with the peach-haired bastard and he wouldn't give a damn, not now or ever. 

It's usually tending to the chores he procrastinated over the weekdays, the piling dishes on the sink are starting to attract unwanted attention so he definitely needs to start with that. He puts on the music first, swaying as he saunters to the sink. He absent-mindedly tend to the dishes, but notes in his head whatever he's to do next, it's probably cleaning up the room next. It isn't a big room, but enough for him to enjoy personal space he has for himself. 

The sun's almost down when he finally finishes everything, the room looks squeaky clean by the time he swipes his hand across his forehead. It's another tiring yet productive Saturday which works in his favour well. But obviously, there's always a turn in events when things go so smoothly. Lately, it doesn't seem luck is in his favour because by the time he thinks it's okay to be relaxed, fate or whatever entity up there drops something on him as if he needs to go on a life-changing journey. 

It definitely feels like that when all Sanemi feels like is lounging around on his couch after a tiring day but the two knocks on his door and a shout from a certain bear makes his heart drop. He didn’t invite anyone for the weekend, has never been one to do so because his house isn’t exactly the best place for social gatherings considering its size. Maybe he could pretend he isn’t in his house because that’s certainly what’s best, he isn’t exactly the greatest host so why would Uzui visits him anyway?

“Oi, Shinazugawa, I know you’re in there!” It’s Rengoku’s this time.  

“Yeah, I could smell you from here!” Great, Uzui probably brought the whole staffs along with him when he decided to raid his house. With a quick sniff, Sanemi could tell that he was right, it wasn’t just Rengoku. There are others who are in Uzui’s circle, particularly the ones whose tables are around his in the office. But, there’s one scent missing. Obviously, Giyuu wouldn’t be here, why would he?

“You know I can call the police for trespassing?”

“We brought beer! Come on, you can’t say no to free beers!”

That maybe spark a little interest and Sanemi feels his feet itching to just move towards the entrance because he’s been so stressed and letting loose with alcohol does seem like a good idea. It’s either that or indulging himself with the unanswered questions in his head. Definitely drowning himself in alcohol.

When he pulls the doorknob, he’s greeted with Uzui’s toothy smile with the others peeking their heads out behind the giant bear, well except for Himejima. He’s an even larger man that Uzui was, but Sanemi was able to see that there’s Shinobu, Muichirou, Mitsuri and Obanai. It felt as if the whole school is here when they all enter, the small size of his apartment getting more obvious as one by one try to settle down.

All stay in close proximity and Uzui dives right into it as he casually raids Sanemi's kitchen in his search for cups. Sanemi has no energy left to argue, in fact he's a little glad that Uzui is making himself at home now that he's pretending to be the host, as he put whatever cups he found in Sanemi's kitchen and pours beer in each one of them. Sanemi's surprised that he has enough cups for everyone especially if you consider he isn't exactly a person to host drinking parties, rather he prefers to join whenever he heeds it (and most of the time, he doesn't because being under the influence of alcohol makes him feel weak and incapable of controlling his thoughts and actions). 

"So, I heard you bailed out on the seminar you need to attend?" Uzui inquires. Sanemi has an inkling of the purpose of his visit and bringing along beer (and the others) is just another way to coax Sanemi into answering him. He wonders why his life matters so much to his other colleagues that they even took the liberty to do this, raiding Sanemi's home just to get answers that the subject in question himself doesn't want to answer. 

"It's really not any of your business, Tengen."

It's really not and Sanemi's beyond grateful that Uzui doesn't push for an answer, instead he searches for another prey to bother (and it's most likely Obanai and Mitsuri ever since their office romance starts to become suspicious) but he obviously doesn't miss the lingering look as Uzui smirks at him before he turns away.

By the time he realises it's late, it also dawns on him like a heavy rock on his shoulders that he's dead drunk. He isn't aware that his once squeaky-clean room is now a mess, rather his eyes are zooming in on Obanai and Mitsuri getting all chummy, with their hands all over each other and it's awkward watching the snake hybrid and the bird hybrid acting the way they are when in a food chain, the former would devour the latter. But, that's the thing, everyone around him seems more human that he is. For the most part of it, he learns that he's all hung up on their animal counterparts that he misses that underneath it all they are all just humans. It was then he realises that when he doesn't exactly need to hate Giyuu, maybe he could tolerate him, at the very least. 

Sure, Giyuu doesn't indulge in whatever Sanemi puts him up to but he's never the person to hurl insults back at his nonsense. It's as if he is taking whatever Sanemi throws at him, taking and taking and Sanemi keeps giving and giving. It feels like there's a twinkle in his eyes at his sudden realisation that obviously doesn't go unnoticed by Uzui, it's as if he's the man working to dig the Sanemi-Giyuu's relationship developments (not like there's even a relationship between the two anyway).

"What are you thinking about, Shinazugawa? A certain feline?" He snickers from where he's sitting on a beanbag, a hand trying to stop Shinobu from coaxing him another cup. She looks drunk already that she’s trying to stroke Rengoku’s orange tail as it wags, cooing it as she calls it “moving hotdog”.

“Yeah, what about it?” Sanemi slurs through his words, not even caring that he’s verbally admitting that he’s thinking of the bane of his existence. His head feels fuzzier as he dunks another cup, relishing in the sharp pain as the alcohol passes through his throat, he feels good. “Stupid Tomioka and his beautiful face, cute black ears, fucking blue eyes and his cute habit to twitch his nose whenever he doesn’t know what to respond to me. What about it?”

“Ew, I really did not want to hear that. I guess your hard head finally hits something that you finally realise your true feelings, it’s disgusting to watch you pine for him.”

"I don't like him, I am just tolerating him, Tengen. There's a difference."

"Yeah, yeah, tell me that when you are face-to-face with Tomioka." Uzui replies, not waiting for a response as he blearily tries to scoop Muichirou, who's passed out in front of the sink, and puts the fox down next to a woozy Shinobu. All of them looks dead drunk, except for Himejima. The bear looks the same, except he's crying so much now that his tears are starting to make puddles on Sanemi's floor. It's a mess and Sanemi knows he should send all of them out but he doesn't feel like doing anything except maybe doze off as random images of Giyuu flash across his mind. 

Goodnight, everyone.

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It’s past school hours when Sanemi finally finishes setting up his lesson plans for next week. He fully knows he could finish it back home but with how hectic it has been this week; he decides that his home should be the place where he gets to abandon his responsibility and just relax. This week alone has him seeing the headmaster various of reasons; obviously for the reason that he ditched his job and that he will have to attend another one that requires him waking up at wee hours in the morning. The headmaster also asked him to be on friendly terms with Giyuu, which he had seen coming seeing as he totally lost his control in front of teachers across the region. Even Sanemi had some sense of shame to admit that it’s his fault, but not without including Giyuu (at least a fraction of it) into the equation.

At least, he is considering the idea of tolerating Giyuu, long gone the thought of fraternalizing with felines as some border he shouldn’t cross. He could do this, at the very least.

As he packs his bag, he could hear the distant sound of students shouting outside or the thudding against the school’s courtyard that was just right outside the teachers’ office. Even at this time of the year, when it gets a little chilly as the day edges to the evening, students are diligently carrying out their club activities. He guesses he could take a look, not that he was in charge of any clubs this year. Sanemi’s trying to focus more on the academic prospect of his career, where last year sees him as the club advisor to multiple sports club (that was only because as a kid, Sanemi has always liked to dabble himself in every kind of sports, but he has always preferred kendo over the rest).

“Shinazugawa?” The said man in question probably turns his head so fast that he could hear a small crack in his bones when he looks over to see Giyuu behind him, a ball in his hand. This is the first time, he could recount the conversations they ever shared in one hand and this is the first time Giyuu has called out to him first, without Sanemi trying to coax something out of his mouth. “What are you still doing here?”

Sanemi couldn’t muster any word because Giyuu is actually talking to him and they’re not by each other’s throat this time and all he can stare at is the uneasy look in Giyuu’s eyes as he waits for anything, an answer or maybe a shrug in the shoulders. All this time of trying to get Giyuu’s attention, for him to show actual emotions on his face and now that he’s being on the opposite end of it, words died down in his throat and brain rotting away as he takes in the sight of Giyuu in front of him.

“...Are you still mad?” His black ears drooping, a pout of his own.

“No, uh.” Fuck, this is awkward. But at least he isn’t trying to piss Giyuu off this time. He just can’t form anything right now because everything feels unreal, he feels his heart beating in his ears and maybe he’s flushed too because suddenly, the office feels so warm. “The weather is hot today, huh?”

He swears he feels the world instantly becomes brighter when he hears the small chuckle and Giyuu looks so beautiful as he smiles at Sanemi (it's small tilt to his lips but the exaggeration feels mandatory when all he sees are flowers and rainbows around the black cat). Was it a dumb thing to comment on the weather when Sanemi feels hot down to his feet, a sheen of sweat forming around his temple and he gulps down whatever stupid thing he's about to say. Or maybe it isn't so stupid after all when all he wants to say is that Giyuu looks way better when he smiles. Almost as if it could cure whatever bad day he experienced. 

"Sorry, this is an unfamiliar territory." He reluctantly says, not knowing how to go about this when all he's ever been is a jerk. It's as if saying sorry doesn't justify enough the amount of times he growled at Giyuu, or the times he glared at the feline for no apparent reason. This time, it's different. He doesn't think about whatever his instinct asks him to do and Giyuu's trying too, maybe this is it. The end of whatever mess they used to be for new beginnings, an effort for the two of them.

"It's okay, this is new to me too. I didn't realize how indifferent I could be to things, or to people. Sabito would always ask me to smile a little." 

At the mention of a foreign name, Sanemi feels something ugly coiling in his stomach but he forces it down when he sees Giyuu's smiling at him again and it's definitely bigger this time that Sanemi feels as if he's melting into a puddle. He's blaming the weather and definitely not at how cute Giyuu looks as he plays with his ears when they flick around, a sign of his mood but Sanemi's no expert in reading felines, yet.

Sanemi thinks of reaching over to rub Giyuu’s ears but when he thinks of it again, he feels crazy for having such thoughts when all he ever wanted to do before is piss Giyuu off. He feels like a complete mess, feeling more so when he observes the nervous glint in Giyuu’s eyes as they continue to stare at each other. Fuck it, Sanemi thinks.

He drags his feet over to Giyuu, surprisingly they feel light as he steps forward, his hand reaching out when he reaches close enough to Giyuu. “Nice to meet you, Tomioka. Here’s to a new beginning?” His ears twitch when he hears the scraping of Giyuu’s shoes against the floor as he moves backwards, as if he’s afraid. Sanemi wouldn’t be surprised, but he hopes to put whatever of the past behind them with this formal handshake (or maybe he just wants to know how Giyuu’s skin feels against his but a formal gesture always seals the deal anyway).

Giyuu slowly reaches his hand out and it definitely feels like heaven when he clasps his hand in Sanemi’s. “To new beginnings.”

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Sanemi wouldn’t say his life was horrible before, he has younger siblings he would die for, colleagues (more or less) that treat him like a family, a good job with a great pay and enough to get by every day, but with Tomioka Giyuu in the equation, his life feels complete. He doesn’t realise how the small talks they share whenever they’re in the lounge together could make his whole day, or when they stay for work late in the afternoon because Giyuu’s a dedicated club advisor to the volleyball club and Sanemi’s being the usual responsible teacher he is, completing whatever he can before he goes home. Sometimes, they walk together along the hallways, not exchanging any word because the silence between them is oddly comforting. Like a form of solace of its own.

And Sanemi definitely keeps Giyuu's fleeting smiles whenever he's horribly tries to make a joke inside a box somewhere in his mind, as if it's his form of therapy whenever he requires any form of consolation. Giyuu feels like a dream, he makes Sanemi feels like he's in a dream; floating between the seams of consciousness and unconsciousness, drowning in ecstasy. He definitely doesn't regret tolerating Giyuu, even when he feels like he's beyond tolerating the feline. Rather, he feels as if he's expecting so much of Giyuu, clinging to his every word as if his life hangs on them or maybe he's just falling too fast. 

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It's his third bottle but he loses count the amount of shots he was forced to take just because the little shit Uzui keeps celebrating the newfound friendship between Sanemi and Giyuu. With every shot, he always has something to add for the celebratory speech, indications of higher levels of relationship (which has the rest of the group cackling except for the two subjects of celebration, both went beet red at Uzui's teasings) and an addition of something they could gossip about, but not like they weren't already what everyone gossips about. It's something about how the trope "enemies-to-lovers" that excites everyone in the office, eager for developments no matter how small they are. 

Sanemi feels drunk, but not drunk enough that he's going to pass out at the bar and definitely sober enough when he registers the warmth at his left side. Giyuu's leaning his head against Sanemi's shoulder, his hot breath fanning the wolf's neck. The others watch them intently, but they don't dwell too long. He feels fuzzy, it feels as if he's spinning in circles and Giyuu's warming up to him, literally, doesn't help at all. The fuzzy feeling only amplifies more when Giyuu reaches up to wrap his arms around Sanemi's neck. 

"Can we go home now?" 

That line hits like a fatal blow to his stomach now that Sanemi's looking at the sparkly eyes staring up at his own. Giyuu's ears are starting to tickle him as they graze against Sanemi's bare skin. The feline is starting to purr and Sanemi decides that Giyuu's gone, he's dead drunk because there's no way he would consciously cling to Sanemi like this. It has only been few weeks ever since they started their truce. Even Sanemi knows that Giyuu would have some decency if he was sober.

He looks at the others, pleading for help with his eyes but none heed him any attention. Uzui's arm-wrestling Himejima, Shinobu's playing something in her phone (her antennas flinch every time she swipes the screen), Rengoku is off somewhere with Muichirou (probably snacking on something) and Obanai-Mitsuri is in their own world, as usual. 

The question with Giyuu's request is that Sanemi is starting to wonder whose home he's referring to, because 1) he doesn't know where Giyuu lives and 2) there's no way he would bring Giyuu back home with him. He doesn't trust himself not to do anything stupid, and by "stupid", he means puking his guts in front of Giyuu or maybe dance to the song he always opens for his little siblings whenever he visits them. He's pretty sure the others won't be much help now that they have long past the point to care whatever to happen with Sanemi-Giyuu's relationship, subdued under the influence of alcohol. Sanemi, being the responsible and probably the least drunken one (with Giyuu clinging to him), shakes each of the other teachers and hope they aren't drunk enough to be able to call an Uber or something. He should probably search for Rengoku and Muichirou, considering they should be the most sober here, but he has more pressing matter in hand.

Giyuu, with his whole weight against Sanemi, groans as he tightens his grip around the wolf's neck. "Wanna go home."

"But I don't know where your house is." 

"Can you call Sabito then, please?" 

Sanemi feels something ugly rearing at the foreign name that he has heard coming from Giyuu's mouth ever since they started becoming friendly and he feels something coiling, brewing at the pit of his stomach that feels a whole lot like jealousy when he thinks about how he doesn't even know who Sabito is and has never even known whatever he is. He's an enigma to Sanemi, but seems like a divine God to Giyuu that he's even asking for Sabito in his drunken state.

“You smell mad.” Giyuu says, arms trying to tug Sanemi down to meet his stare. “Are you okay, Sanemi?”

Internally, Sanemi celebrates that at least Giyuu’s not drunk enough to recognize it’s Sanemi he’s clinging to and the fact that Giyuu doesn’t hesitate to say his name, his first name.

“I’m okay, I should call Sabito to get you home.”

“You smell like you are still mad.” Giyuu whines, trying to rub against Sanemi, a habit that the wolf has learned to be how a feline expresses ownership. No, Giyuu’s drunk and he’s a clingy one too. This, whatever this Giyuu is saying, doesn’t mean anything when they meet next week on Monday. It stings a little when he tries to rationalise whatever behind Giyuu’s behaviour and he’s supposed to be wiser when he’s drunk too. He only feels as if he’s drowning into something that won’t allow him to take even a second of breath as if he’s in deep sea of blue, blue eyes.

“It’s okay, Tomioka. Give me your cell, I’ll call Sabito.” Sanemi insists. He feels suffocated.

Giyuu seems as if he’s about to protest, the small pout of his mouth evident but hands his cell anyways. Sanemi is glad he doesn’t push it because he doesn’t want to cross whatever boundary he has made for himself and it’s funny, even to him, that he doesn’t even know what’s the imaginary boundary for. What’s beyond it, and whatever decides what’s before it?

Luckily, Giyuu doesn’t have a passcode or anything to his phone so he immediately proceeds with to his contacts, not surprised at how he couldn’t scroll at all through the saved contacts but what surprises him however at how a certain contact’s name is included with an emoji of a yellow heart. Of course, it has to be the damn Sabito.

It feels like series of blurry events pass by when he realises, he’s at his home, drinking warm water because his throat hurts so bad. By the time he’s on his bed, he sees a flashing image of Giyuu staring behind him and he’s looking at Sanemi but there’s someone next to him. He falls asleep before he could see peach hair and an arm around Giyuu’s waist.

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The other teachers noticed it first before Sanemi notices that he has, once again, fallen out with Giyuu. He realises that he’s been avoiding Giyuu, for the sake of himself and Giyuu. He’s afraid of what he’s capable of saying or doing because whenever he sees Giyuu in the office or in the hallways, all he feels is guilt or defeat, like he’s going to go crazy with rage sometimes because his mind likes to supply the memory of seeing Sabito’s contact name in Giyuu’s contacts.

It really isn’t his business, again, but something carnal inside him wants him to take. For him to lose control, for him to act like the canine he is with felines.

But this time, it doesn’t want him to growl whenever he sees Giyuu, his animalistic side wants him to take Giyuu, make the cat as his especially when it feels like Sabito has put a mark on him. He feels conflicted, fighting battles inside him as he faces the endless questions in his head (namely, whatever is this feeling he has for Giyuu). He supposes it's been there since he first laid his eyes on the feline, but has never put a label to it. He was avoiding it, putting whatever "wrong" thoughts he has for Giyuu hidden and locked away. 

Maybe it's better that they don't talk after all. It feels like it was bound to fall out anyways, almost like it's impossible for them to be on good terms without Sanemi feeling weird about it. He doesn't feel weird about it, just that he feels it's bound to be awkward the longer it goes on. The "it" being whatever the relationship the two shares. It's the stolen glances, the quick touches and the short smiles they share and Sanemi realises that all of this mean so much to him. Maybe, whatever they shared, has made him fall too deep into Giyuu. 

It's the best for him to avoid Giyuu, he was doing it before and he could do it now. Maybe if he stops trying to steal a glance at Giyuu, his resolve wouldn't crumble every few seconds because he definitely looks affected by this sudden turn of events. Giyuu has been actively trying to reach out for Sanemi, only to be avoided like the plague every time he does. 

At the same time, it does feel like everyone’s conspiring against him. The rest of the gang (mainly Uzui and Shinobu) always makes sure to send him a stink-eye or two every time they meet their gaze with Sanemi, as if reprimanding him for being stupid. Why does it feel like they’re always a step ahead of Sanemi when it comes to whatever he has with Giyuu? And it doesn’t help that everyone’s actually siding with Giyuu this time, making sure to make him feel bad about what's he doing to Giyuu. It was if they didn't realise that he's feeling guilty enough, in more than just a way, when he decides to avoid the feline. There's really no point in getting friendly with him, at this point Sanemi is just going to acknowledge his existence. Nothing less, nothing more. 

🐱

It has been weeks since he started to avoid Giyuu, and now on their weekly drinking session on a Friday night, he notices the lack of a certain feline. He definitely did not miss the way the others sneer at him when he was caught looking too long at his side, as if waiting for someone to materialise. It's the first time, and maybe he will just have to realise, that maybe this will be the first to the many sessions that Giyuu will not be here, right next to him. It shouldn't be a surprise because he was there when someone asked Giyuu if he's coming or not and he feels the same disappointment the first time he did when he eyes the empty seat next to him. 

(Truth to be told, he only came today just so he could prove that he's doing fine, even with the discreet hate he's been getting, the lack of his usual diligent energy and the absence of a feline that's somehow had managed to change his world within few weeks, but obviously there's little to no truth to it at all.) 

Sanemi feels horrible and all he wants to do is sleep the feeling off. He thinks he will do just that as he bids a silent goodbye to the others, hands in his pocket in search for his motorcycle’s keys.

The whole ride to his apartment, with the breeze of the chilly night against his bare skin and the distant sound of vehicles by the nearest city, has him mulling over what-ifs. He has never been the type to dwell so much, always just going right at it with his words and actions, but this time it’s different. He wants it to be right but he doesn’t see it being right if he acts on it. Maybe this time, Sanemi’s left to dwell in his sorry thoughts and the aching pain brewing in every parts of his body whenever he sees Giyuu.

Fuck, he (dares) hopes the pain eases even a little when tomorrow comes.

🐺

He doesn't know whatever day it is, but with a quick look at the calendar on his desk, there's only about two weeks until finals. The busiest time of the year, where students would curse at teachers for inventing finals or that they have the easier job of marking their answer sheets when it's always the opposite. It wasn't just marking their papers, there's a whole lot of paperwork needed to be finish by the end of the year and Sanemi, despite being diligent himself, always loathes the incoming paperwork he imagines piling in his desk. He doesn't understand why the education minister or whatever even needs them, some of them seem meticulous. But, he welcomes the distraction especially when all he's ever been feeling lately is low. 

"Shinazugawa, can you help me grab something at the arts room?" Rengoku comes into his view as he leans his head against the partitions between their desks. His orange ears twitch, a sign of excitement, and Sanemi can obviously see the ghost of a smile but Rengoku tries to suppress the tilt to his lips as he fiddles with the length of the partition. He's obviously up to something and Sanemi's not going to fall so easily, not when he's not in the mood to be indulging whatever the gang is up to. They have been putting him up for terrible things lately (mainly making him the chaperone whenever they go out drinking), as if trying to take a revenge for what he puts Giyuu through. 

It's unfair to him, but he feels it's a little deserving of him when he's being a total hypocrite. 

Rengoku could probably sense the fight in him that he adds, "Please, the headmaster wants me to work on something that needs to be done by today.” To top it off, he clasps his hands together as if he’s begging, heads lowered enough that the fleeting glint of mirth in his eyes goes unnoticed.

The other wolf could definitely put a fight but he doesn’t, instead he stands up and makes sure he looks exasperated, a hand weaving through his silver locks. Logically, he thinks about he’s going to waste more energy in putting up a fight rather than walking the short distance to the arts room, to grab whatever it is that Rengoku so badly needed.

“It’s, uh, a brown box on the teacher's table.” Rengoku says, hesitation laced in his voice. There's something gnawing at Sanemi that tells him that the other teacher is definitely up to something, his instinct flashing warnings in his mind but all Sanemi does (even with his instinct telling him to retreat) is nod.

Sanemi savours whatever sense of serenity he could get as he slowly walks to the arts room. The windows lining up the hallways show him what a sunny day it is outside, the sunlight something he misses to feel against his skin. The school is void of students, with the finals approaching, club activities have been suspended to allow room for students to study after school hours. He should go home after helping Rengoku since he's pretty much done with everything (work-related, but applicable to personal life-related as well). 

When he arrives, he notices the scent first. It's faint but he's pretty sure he could tell apart the scent even from miles away, especially when he loves it so much. The smell of petrichor, lavender and vanilla mixed together that Sanemi feels his muscles, even to his core, relaxing at the calming scent. But, he knows he should avoid it. He steps backwards, his brain insisting for him to run but his heart wants him to stay, stay and stay. Before he could do more than just retreating a step backward, something pushes him into the room and he hears the booming laugh of a certain bear. Before he could say anything, the door closes on him and the lock clicks and Sanemi's left to stare at a confused Giyuu by the easels, unfinished paintings all around him. The view renders him weak and it doesn't help that it has been days stretching into weeks since the last time he has properly seen Giyuu. 

"The door will stay locked until you two sort things out! Have fun talking or," Uzui pauses, only to add exaggerated lip-smacking sounds. "See you later!"

Of course, the two trapped teachers only stare at each other, as if daring the other to make a move. Sanemi doesn't move from where he's standing and he avert his eyes when he feels like he's staring too much and maybe because he is, that he drags his eyes on a dirty palette that seems to be lying on the floor. Giyuu doesn't seem to be moving around, but Sanemi could hear the small breaths he's taking right from where he is. It feels as if there's a metronome ticking somewhere as they stare at whatever random object they can feast their eyes on, feeling as if time's ticking away and here they are, constricted in their position, wasting their time.

He guesses he could see it coming when Giyuu clears his throat. He doesn't think he has in his heart to start anything because words always fail him whenever he lays his eyes on Giyuu. Almost like the feline has a power to hold him by the throat every time they lock gazes. 

"So, uh, we need to talk?" Sanemi doesn't need to lift his head up to tell that Giyuu's staring at him but he's afraid of saying or doing something he'll regret. He hasn't sorted the mess of feelings that he constantly feels for Giyuu, but if it he can pinpoints it to a word, it's akin to infatuation (or maybe just crazy). 

"...I guess so." 

"Can I please ask something? Can I have you not avoiding me anymore?" Giyuu goes straight to it, direct as he's always been during the short time they were on talking terms and that seems like another point to add in the Sanemi's list of "Why Tomioka Giyuu is Dangerous: to My Heart & Other Parts". 

"Is that the question you wanted to ask?" Sanemi says, a whisper that sounds too loud even to his ears. 

"No, but I want you to answer that question first before I ask another one." 

"That would make it two questions." 

"Sanemi." That prompts something in Sanemi that he lifts his head up, looking straight into Giyuu's eyes and he sees pain all over his face. Sanemi can tell at a glance that he wants answers and that he couldn't put this off anymore. The wolf himself is tired of keeping whatever feelings he has for Giyuu, the feelings that are starting to rip him apart from his insides. 

"I don't want to say something I'll regret." 

“What is it? Just tell me.” The words trail off slowly from his mouth. Sanemi smells that Giyuu’s scent is souring, void of his calming elements. “I know I can be clueless but you could have just told me directly, that you hate me. I’m not exactly the easiest person to be around.” Giyuu adds somberly.

“It’s not like that!” He feels it mean so much more in his heart and he never realise that his actions would hurt Giyuu to this extent. All he ever feels around Giyuu is complete and now seeing Giyuu looking as if he's about to cry (his ears to his head and tail low between his legs), Sanemi wants to wrap his arms around the feline and tell him how precious he is. "You are special." Sanemi says, taking two steps forward to Giyuu. 

"You're just saying that because you have to." Sanemi takes another two steps and he could see the small details on Giyuu's face that he loves to observe every time they got too close. It feels as if he needs to take thousands of steps more when Giyuu flinches as he gets closer. "Just be honest with me, it'll save both of us the trouble." 

"You are special, Giyuu. To everyone, and especially," Sanemi pauses, tries to brave himself as he takes a deep breath. "Especially, to me." 

By now, Sanemi realises he's close enough that he reaches his hands out to cup Giyuu's face, squishing his cheeks as he puts in a little force. The feline looks adorably confused, his lips pursed. "Look, it's hard for me. I'm not like you." Sanemi continues and he has his eyes dead set on Giyuu's, determined this time that he would let it all out for Giyuu. For the other to see the wolf in his bare form, his deepest insecurities and true feelings laid out for Giyuu to pick apart. 

"Every time I'm with you, I feel both complete and crazy at the same time. You make me feel complete and maybe I've felt that since the first time I've laid my eyes on you. I just didn't want to accept whatever it is that I feel for you and it made me horrible, it made me a jerk. But when I came to terms that maybe that I was just imagining whatever this is, that I could be on friendly terms with you even with this weird feeling, it actually made me worse." Sanemi pauses, trying to see a reaction from Giyuu but he's there, with his lips pursed and that sceptical look in his eyes, still trying to understand whatever Sanemi's trying to say. 

"Look, I'm a horrible person, okay? Every time I see you, I want to take you. It's the wolf in me, wanting to own you and that's not good, because for all I know, you don't feel the same about me and I don't want to own you. That time, when we were drinking and you asked for me to call Sabito," the wolf makes sure to pronounce the name in a tone that insinuates hate (and he oddly praises himself for that), "I think I completely lost it, and if I didn't avoid you, I could do something that will hurt you. I don't want that. So, please, can we go back to the way it was, Giyuu?" 

Sanemi lets go of his hold and steels himself for rejection. This, this is for the better and for the first time in a while, he feels free. The constricted feelings in his chest long gone as the words came out of him, but he guesses his heart will have to brace itself for whatever it is that will come out of Giyuu's mouth. Freedom will obviously cost him and he'll take it, just for the sake of being able to breath properly for once. 

However, he doesn't hear it instead he feels arms around his neck, warmth engulfing his body as he hears the small chuckle right in his ears. 

"So, you're telling me that you like me and that you got jealous of Sabito?" Giyuu says, obviously amused at this whole ordeal. 

Oh no, Sanemi feels he can't think straight, especially not when he has Giyuu's scent attacking him in its full capacity and the feline's arms around him. His black locks tickle against Sanemi's face and they smell amazing, so amazing that he wants to wolf down the smell (if that's even physically possible). His arms are itching to wrap around the other's waist and clearly this is not the time to be feeling the familiar heat coiling in his lower half.

Giyuu was totally making fun of him, finding Sanemi's side of the story amusing when it has left the wolf in total agony. 

"And I was afraid of hurting you because I have no self-control, especially when it comes to you." 

"Who are you to decide what hurts me?" Giyuu's steely eyes on Sanemi's uncertain ones when the feline leans away and it was if everything just becomes so much clearer now as they stare into each other. It’s the form of communication that works best for them.

Sanemi feels like laughing at himself and his stupidity because once again, he’s deciding everything in his own accord; always so convinced that their animal selves’ control their actions as if they’re constricted within their species when it’s always his own self that restricts himself.

“I like you, Sanemi, and I would want this to work without you thinking I’m a fragile cat. I believe in you and I know how you are. You are diligent and so kind that everyone can’t help but to be attracted to you.” Giyuu leans in again, this time he doesn’t place his head on Sanemi’s shoulder, instead he places a small peck on the wolf’s lips and within the short few seconds their lips touched, Sanemi feels as if he could write a whole poem on how soft Giyuu’s lips feel against his.

“Also, Sabito is just my friend, a childhood friend. He’s that guy you saw when we had the seminar.”

“Why did you put an emoji of a yellow heart next to his contact then?”

“It’s his doing! He said something about yellow hearts are for friends.”

“Next time, you put a big red heart next to my name.” Sanemi pouts.

“I don’t take you as possessive.” Giyuu sneers and Sanemi must be crazy (or just crazily whipped) that he thinks the sight in front of him is adorable, so cute that he leans in again to press a full, wet kiss on the feline’s lips.

“We have a lifetime to learn about each other anyways.”

Giyuu smiles into the kiss, “That we do.”

🐱

No one would have guessed that the newest couple in the office would be so disgustingly adorable when they started going out. The rest of the gang was excited at first, cooing at every single interaction exchanged between the two. It doesn't help that Giyuu's a little bold in front of the others, but funnily shy whenever they’re alone together.

It has been weeks after the event that transpired in the arts room and they aren’t going around saying they’re going out but their actions speak louder. Sometimes, Giyuu would lean in for a quick hug, his ears twitching excitedly when he hurries off for another class. Whenever they see each other at the teachers’ lounge, Sanemi would always make sure he gets his fill too as he peppers the feline with small kisses and one thing he realises as they grow closer than ever, it’s that he has grown to have a deep love towards Giyuu’s tail. It’s as if the feline’s tail has a mind of its own, swirling around and sometimes curling around Sanemi’s knees like he doesn’t want to let Sanemi go. Of course, it would only lead to another round of them being cuddly with each other as if they're making up for the lost time wasted on treading on eggshells around each other. 

Despite all the acts, they still haven't declared that they're dating but Sanemi has been planning something, a grand plan he thought of as he stared at the retreating back of a certain feline. He wants this to be special, had his mind made up the moment he realises the glow Giyuu can cast on his whole life just by existing. Now, he's by Sanemi's side, accepting even the flawed parts of the wolf. It's really the least he could do, making the whole proposal for Giyuu to be official boyfriend as some grandeur event (because it is). Plus, he's been meaning to take their relationship to another level, seeing as Giyuu seems a little too eager to be jumping to that phase but Sanemi just wants to make sure the feline is ready and he really wants this to be special (he's a total sap, he's aware of that). 

It's going to be today, a Friday night, and he hopes that they would spend the weekend together and have the days filled with love-makings. Considering that finals have long ended and there's about a week left of school, they should be free from most of the paperwork, with the exception of the pile Sanemi has rotting away on his desk. But, they should be mostly free and to have a weekend filled with sex is an ideal way to relieve stress. The others didn't bother to ask him if he's going to the usual drinking session when Sanemi gave them a knowing look, his gaze averting between Giyuu and the gang. Obviously, Giyuu was suspicious when he turned it down without Sanemi giving an actual reason, verbally but he followed along. 

It's late in the afternoon when he finally finishes up with the final pile of test papers needed to be marked. He stretches his hands upwards, the joints cracking as he heaves a sigh of relief. Usually, he would have Giyuu in the office with him as he finishes whatever remnant of work he could have done by the end of the day, but the feline is nowhere to be seen. He grabs his phone from his pocket, excitement steadily running through his veins as his head fills with Giyuu and the thought of their first time spending a whole weekend together. 

[4:32 P.M.]

Sanemi: 

Where r u? 

[4:35 P.M.]

Giyuu 💗:

Gymnasium

Sanemi grows still at Giyuu's cold response. Texts from Giyuu are usually not complete without extra emojis with them, a particular favourite of his would be the pleading face "🥺". It's as if he's trying to make up for the lack of expressions he could show and Sanemi finds it very cute, so adorably cute that he keeps note of how Giyuu interchangeably uses either the pleading face or a red heart emoji (it obviously means something more than just for friends). Sanemi has grown to love this little habit of his that he puts a heart next to Giyuu's name in his contact and again, he had asked Giyuu to put a heart next to his own. It's only fitting he does the same. 

And when Giyuu's text lack the usual emojis it usually comes with, Sanemi feels his heart sink. He doesn't bother to reply, instead opting to go to the gymnasium with his head mulling over what prompted the change. When he arrives at the gymnasium, heavy breathing and all, he sees Giyuu at the corner. The feline looks dejected, his tail and ears low, as he bounces a ball but failing between every two bounces. He doesn't notice or maybe he just doesn't want to look up when Sanemi comes closer to him, arms wrapping around the other's waist. There's obviously something wrong that Giyuu doesn't even flinch, it feels as if he's holding his breath to prove that he just doesn't care to notice Sanemi exists, and is right now just behind him.

"What's wrong? You would usually wait for me in the office." Sanemi tries and Giyuu's ears twitch, clearly he couldn't pretend for too long. Giyuu doesn't answer though so Sanemi tries another trick, one he knows Giyuu loves. He nuzzles against the feline's neck, making sure to inhale some of his scent only to notice that it's sour than usual. Giyuu's definitely upset. 

"You're upset." Sanemi states, more like a statement because he knows that Giyuu's upset rather he's racking his brain for reasons what would ever cause this. Is it him? Did he did do something that warrant such emotion from the feline?

"I am." Giyuu replies and he stops bouncing the ball, still on his two feet. He doesn't even flinch even with the continuous assaults to his neck, intent on being dismissive as he pries off Sanemi's hands around his waist. 

"Is it me?" Sanemi tries again, his arms reaching around Giyuu's waist (only for him to hug the air when the feline moves two steps forward). 

"You're hiding something from me." 

"I am." Sanemi deadpans, he probably needs to have the element of surprise out of the plan now that it might be the root cause for Giyuu to be so upset. 

"I don't like it when you hide something from me, the last time you did that we didn't talk for weeks. I swear, Sanem-" 

Sanemi cuts him off when he pulls Giyuu against his chest, relishing in the calming scent that he can smell best on the feline's neck. It isn't as calming as it always is but when Sanemi has Giyuu's back against his own chest, he swears the calming elements flare a little as if Giyuu's softening up a little. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to keep his little weekend getaway plan as a secret, not when they're all still new to this. They're still warming up to each other, in the process they have learned the small details in their life like Sanemi's love for ohagi or Giyuu's love towards salmon daikon. But there's still a bigger picture to be seen, they still need to get over their communication issues and whether they want to or not, they have to put their trust on each other.

As if Sanemi would ever do anything to make Giyuu upset when his days are always brightened up whenever Giyuu so much as breath next to him and when the feline smiles at him with that small tilt to his lips, Sanemi thinks he ascended to heaven, each and every time. 

(Of course, he never bothered to tell Giyuu because he hopes the feline knows it that his adoration just comes best in actions, in his long hugs or the times he takes a deep breath when he noses the other's scent gland and even the times he indulges in the feline's small kisses as they take their break in the lounge. Maybe he'll need to have it worded out too because if Giyuu wants to have it in words, Sanemi would rack through dictionaries for words that he feels as if he could never express in words. That's what Giyuu is to him— a breath of fresh air, something unexpected, something he wants by his side until the end. 

"I'm hiding something to surprise you, I was about to ask you to spend the weekend together." 

Giyuu turns a little, as he does, Sanemi presses a wet kiss on the feline's cheeks. Another one, and another two. Giyuu tries to get away, feels his cheeks a little wet and red because he's beyond embarrassed. Sanemi wants to laugh but that would only fuel the feline's embarrassment further so he lets Giyuu go, just enough room for him to turn around and now they're eye-to-eye, Sanemi sees his whole future in Giyuu's blue orbs. 

"I hate you but it's still a yes from me, about spending the weekend together." Giyuu's reply trails off, his gaze cast on Sanemi's shoulders. 

"I love you either way." 

The whole ride to Sanemi's place has Giyuu plastered to Sanemi's back, it's a welcomed warmth when the day is cold (and it could also snow sooner or later) so when Giyuu clings a little tighter as he puts his arm around Sanemi's back, the wolf feels his heart does backflips and somersaults. He feels nervous down to his bones and now that he's inside a small space with Giyuu, all sense of restraint is thrown out of the window. He wants Giyuu. 

"Look, before we do anything else, can I just ask something?" Sanemi stays still from where he's standing, his instinct alerting him that he needs to take, take, take. 

Giyuu only nods, cosily sitting on Sanemi's bed and he's completely unaware what his action would render of Sanemi and it's as if he fits just right there. Sanemi feels himself falling into the other again, deep and fast just like the first time. 

"We never made this," Sanemi makes a gesture with his finger in the air, circling between the two of them, "official and I want it to be special, so," he pauses again and this time he moves towards Giyuu and when he reaches within an arm's reach with the feline, he crouches down to his knees, "would you be my officially official boyfriend?" 

And when Giyuu smiles (so prettily that everything just becomes so dull when it's compared to the tilt of Giyuu's soft, pink lips) before he answers, Sanemi only knows that he's in this for life and he wouldn't want to have it any other way. The feline reaches for Sanemi, knocking the wolf to the floor and his tail is wagging too excitedly that it hits Sanemi's leg as it wags around. "A thousand times yes." Giyuu whispers to his ear. 

They stay like that for a while, just embracing each other and Sanemi notices how cold Giyuu feels now that they're pressed together like this for so long. He mentally notes that his boyfriend (even at the thought of claiming it inside his head makes him feel giddy in his knees) will need a body warmer and what better way to warm someone up other than have their body heat exchanged through sex? 

"Want to do something fun?" Sanemi tries, his hand already trailing down Giyuu's back and when he does stop, he stops at Giyuu's ass. But, the feline doesn't move it away instead he giggles. 

"Sure, boyfriend."

🐺

The rest of the gang is absolutely done with the Sanemi-Giyuu's relationship that they don't bother asking if they're tagging along for the weekly drinking session when they always spend the weekend together. Uzui, especially, is done with them despite being the couple's first paparazzi since he walked in on them having sex when he tried to visit Sanemi. The rest was envious of him but all Uzui has been is traumatised whenever he sees Sanemi or Giyuu or the both of them. Nevertheless, they're so adorable together that sometimes even after months since the couple was made official, everyone would still coo at the smallest of interaction. Everyone could see the look of adoration in Sanemi's eyes whenever he looks at Giyuu and they could say the same goes to Giyuu.

They complete each other, complementing what the other lack and they wouldn't want it any other way. 

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