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A known fact about Minamoto Teru was his odd habit for using supernaturals as his personal stress toys, usually mokke or really any squishy supernatural lying around. It’s not like he hadn’t tried regular stress toys but they didn’t work, No one knew not even himself and he was fine with that. But there was something weird happening at the school, all the supernaturals seemed to disappear. Except for the school mysteries, but as much as he interrogated them, they didn’t seem to know. This stressed the teen so to speak. And with nothing to ease his stress it only made it worse. But how will he react to a clock keeper, the only real supernatural left?The day had dragged on for much longer than for Teru's liking. And it didn’t help with whatever was going on with the school. With trying to figure out what was happening to try and fix it all, sleep was scarce with his all nighters. He should be relaxing, not having to kill at least half as many supernaturals, but he couldn’t take any chances with the people of Kamome Academy. So here he was, stressed out and slightly irritable, not with any help with his never quieting thoughts wanting to think of the worst outcome. And this stress didn’t go unnoticed by the school.
Whispers spread through the halls as Minamoto walked by, the ever charming student council president facade, Broken to say the least. These whispers didn’t calm his nerves, making him feel on edge. “What happened to Minamoto Senpai?” A girl whispered to another.“Should we do something?” A boy asks, “do you think he got broken up with?” A girl asks a group who exclaims silently “no! He doesn’t have time for romance, maybe he’s sick?” And “Maybe he caught a cold from the rain last week?” They all try to come up with an answer, which iterates the boy in question but he sighs and pushes it down.He stops at the student council room door, stopping his quickish pace to get away from all the noise. He slides it open and walks in just a few steps. trying his best to ignore the growing noise and whispers that filled his ears, he closed his eyes and unintentionally slammed the door shut harshly, silencing the noise completely. Either from the shock of the always calm and rash student council president slamming a door so loud that the people from outside could hear it, or just the walls that divided the hallway and room, it was probably the latter, but the president did not care as he locked the door, he sighs again, breathing was becoming a hassle as well as keeping his heavy eyes open, “ugh.” The boy thinks frustrated, fidgeting with the rim of the bottom of his uniform. He slumps down curling in on himself. Arms crossing and resting on his knees, head laying on his crossed arms.he starts to doze off, even in such an uncomfortable position, it was hard to keep his eyes open at this point so he paid no mind to it. Suddenly he hears a familiar voice from across the room, “Prez?” The other says. Minamoto cracked an eye open, to see the familiar and beautiful face of his vice president with amber brown hair that no one could quite name and glasses perfectly shaped around his eyes, Aoi Akane. Who was giving him a puzzled look at the moment. “Geez prez, you're pouting again?” The boy starts with faint fake annoyance, walking towards the entrance where the pitiful President sat. Yet Akane never got a remark or reply from the other, ‘What’s wrong with him today?’ Akane thought of sounding annoyed. But there was worry on his mind, that no one but him knew about. And that worry was increasing by the silence of the other. He knelt down sitting on his legs, too tired to try and stand, having a feeling he was going to get on the ground one or another. “C’mon Teru, what’s going on now?” The boy asks with less bite to it.
Teru lifts his head up completely, letting Akane see an evident tired and pouting Minamoto Teru. They sit In silence with Teru seemingly in thought looking around but mostly at the boy in front of him for a bit before Akane was about to speak again but was cut off by the confusion of Teru's arms stretching out from their place, his hands landing on the others cheeks, cupping them, squishing his face. Akane's confused expression quickly turned into annoyance, ignoring the faint blush on his squished face. Akane tries to speak though coming out muffled. “Wat, r yew dew-in-g?” Which correlated to ‘what are you doing?’ This inability to speak properly may or may not have added to the boy's annoyance. Minamoto ignored the other boy's words and stopped cupping them and pinched them instead before pulling them away and to the boy's face, the stress from Minamoto's body very slowly disappeared, and with that Teru had found his new stress toy. Akane, who was said, stress toy, was not happy to say the least. “Hey! Answer me!” He says but gets no response but another pull from his cheeks, causing the boy's brows to furrow in annoyance.“Teru!” The boy shouts, shaking him a little to which the other just stretches the boy's cheeks again, and again. But it went in one ear out the other. Teru was in his head ‘not enough…’ he thinks. And with that conclusion he let go of Akane's cheeks mid stretch, putting them to his sides, his cheeks showing red marks where the skin was pinched and pulled on. Akane took this time to say “what was that all about?” He says with a sigh, rubbing the side of his face with his hand. He could feel a faint sting. But the only response was an expected silence, when the other boy's hands started to raise again. “Teru. No, stop!” Akane retaliated, completely in the dark about what in the world was going on in the other's head, but more so worried about the others' well-being. But before Akane could question the boy, or retaliate it was too late, the council president's hands claimed its next victim, Aoi’s stomach. Minamoto grabbed at the other's stomach and started to pull, “hey! Teru!” The boy spoke with frustration but there was an evident blush on his face, using his hands to try and pry the others hands off, but it was all futile as Minamoto stopped pulling on the younger stomach to start poking ever so slightly. Aoi held his breath trying his best not to laugh, locking his lips close but he couldn’t stop the tiny muffled giggles that came from his mouth. Until Teru poked the side of the other just below his ribs causing a hearty giggle to leave his mouth.
Minamoto's eyes looked upwards without moving his head, his eyebrows raising slightly at the sound of the other. The stare from the other made Akane's light blush turn to a bright pink, ‘oh my god.’ All Akane could think of was that Teru's eyes stayed on him. After a few moments Minamoto's face made a light smirk, before his eyes looked back down to the boy's waist and stomach to start back up his tickling spree on the other. The boy in question was trying his utmost best to try and not laugh, but quickly gave in with tickles yet again just below the ribs, letting out giggles and laughs till it was all that could be heard in the room. Akane turned into a giggling mess, with each poke that came from Teru,”Pft, ha ha! Stop- Pft Teru!” Akane spoke through laughs, trying to sound stern but failed miserably with each giggle that came out his mouth. Squirming around helplessly in the other's grip, trying his best to escape through weak pushers but he was caught firmly in Minamoto's hand. Minamoto on the other hand was in his own world, with each passing laugh that was made by the other boy, the heaviness that was glued to his chest started to melt away. Eventually Teru looked back up to the boy he had caught in his grip, stopping his tickling spree. The stress now almost completely subsided, Akane was still giggling in effect to the constant laughing, plus panting trying to catch his breath. His face was slightly flushed and there were a few beads of sweat on his face and neck, having to put his hands on the president's shoulders for support. To Teru, he looked beautiful, taking a minute to observe the look on the boy's face, while also taking note to keep in mind his ticklish spots. “What the hell... Was that?” Akane states in between breaths looking the other straight in the eye, worrying for the other boy not being his main focus anymore. But a single hum was all he got in response before a yawn escaped the council president's mouth. Finally free from his exhausted mental state, his lack of sleep from days of worrying and overworking had caught up to him, now all he wanted was to sleep. His eyes lazily look around for something suitable for a pillow, being too sleepy to get up and go home, and too stubborn to settle for something like a desk. Not paying attention to the vice president’s lowering of patience as he ignored him, but most importantly his nagging about his actions and behavior.
Minamoto's eyes still wandered around the room, mind already half asleep barely processing his surroundings, but still enough to be displeased with the things not comfy enough for him to rest on. Starting to form a pout on his lips, his irritability and stress started to creep back. Eventually he had to look back to the boy in front of him who was shaking him slightly by the shoulders calling him by his name to get his attention. But at this point he couldn’t make out the words coming out of the vice president's mouth. His eyes rolled along the room once more finding nothing suitable, his pout became more evident causing Akane to stop his rant to tilt his head at the boy, before sighing and putting his hand on the other's forehead. Minamoto leaned into the touch, finding it comfy. Then it clicked in his head, he looked up and down at the boy's body, specifically the boy's chest, even though it was blocked by the uniform of Aoi, it still looked undeniably comfy, starting to reach his hands up and ready to pounce. Akane, not noticing, was still checking the boy's temperature to make sure he wasn’t sick. Let out a yelp, cracked and flustered at the touch of a hand on each side of his chest. Akane froze, still as he could be beside his faint trembling, looking down where hands met his upper half. Teru was now kneading his hands into Aoi’s chest like a cat, trying to prepare his new found pillow. to which Akane's face grew red as a cherry, steam probably coming out from his head, too stunned to speak by the others' actions. This was a whole new line the boy was crossing but what could Aoi do? “I- you?- wuh?” All Akane could manage before overheating and simply putting his hands back on the others shoulders, as Minamoto continued to massage the vice president's chest with half lidded eyes solely on his upper body. After a minute he stopped, Akane took this time to regain control over his head and started to interrogate the other shouting, “what was that about?! Geez prez, what’s with you
today?? You just-“ is all he could get out before he got shoved to the floor with a thud, causing him to hit his head, with his hands thrown either side of him to try and catch himself but failing. “Ow..” Akane spoke with closed eyes before opening them to see the council president above him with a cold and serious expression on his face. ‘Shit’ Aoi thought gulping at the harsh coldness in the others eyes that he couldn’t figure out, his mind wandered what would happen now, and started to panic raising his hands in front of him before saying “c’mon prez, let’s not be rash, I didn’t mean it that-”
but his breath got knocked out of him causing him to close his eyes, as a weight got flopped onto his chest and rest of his lower body.He opened his eyes slowly to see the blondie dozing off on him, light breathing could be heard with a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth, which caused Aoi to laugh softly once he snapped out of the shock from getting hit onto the ground. Subconsciously his hand lifted and met the other's hair slowly rubbing it, causing Minamoto to hum and push his head into the touch now fully asleep, with his arms wrapped around the other's torso, with his face resting peacefully on the boy's chest. Akane who was still petting the others hair, scratching the boy's scalp softly whispered softly “Geez prez.” He says, with a small smile on his face. Akane could try and be annoyed but with no one watching and the end of the emotional rollercoaster he just went through because of a certain sleep deprived blondie. He was too tired to try and keep up a tough act. He doesn’t want or need to hide the relief in his voice, as his own stress with trying to figure out the other had finally died down, he started to make himself feel comfortable on the floor still rubbing the other boy's soft hair. “Five minutes.” He speaks, starting to close his eyes, sleep catching him. Him slowly but still massages the boy's head as he concludes “that’s all you get.” He says before he falls asleep with the other for the next 45 minutes. In a comfortable silence and sleep.
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Sorry if this is any good, but I read in the manga about Minamoto's habit and wrote this, hope you enjoyed it :)
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