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Like anyone who needs medical attention so desperately that they suppress their dread for the loose-screwed school nurse, one would travel to the infirmary room, though, the man who is well-known for being frequently injured and currently pinned to its entryway isn’t one for such purpose. In fact, of late, this man is here specifically because of said loose-screwed school nurse, which makes them both a pair of nutbars altogether.
“Onii-san! It’s rare for you to initiate. Did you miss me so much?”
Akira fondly nuzzles his nose into downy ebony hair while the human teacher shivers out of both embarrassment and ticklishness. Although Haruaki loves to indulge the Dodomeki, he can’t afford to let anyone see whatever is happening between them and the things that ensue, thus, mollifying the older one with soft pats to his shoulder and carefully peeling him off.
“Wait, Takahashi-sensei. W-we need to talk.”
Haruaki can clearly see the moment Akira’s imaginary tail stops wagging and sullenly droops down. A slight pang of guilt nudges at his conscience at the scene.
“Onii-san, you didn’t call me by my firstname…”
Akira rivets his crimson eyes on the human teacher with a swirling but controlled hunger, waiting for the next response to decide how he should, they should slake this demand. Haruaki gulps, burned under the needy gaze.
“That’s exactly why we need to talk, Takahashi-sensei. I think we should refrain from using nicknames and firstname at workplace.”
Why yes, it’s no surprise that Haruaki and Akira became closer after they finally found each other across the span of over 150 years, and even closer, more intimate when both of them noticed their surreptitious glances lingering on each other longer than that of colleagues should. Their relationship is neither intentionally hidden or formally announced; people have eyes and will know eventually considering how unremorsefully blatant Akira is when calling Haruaki ‘Onii-san’ and proceeding to tackle him with a full-bodied embrace, but Haruaki doesn’t want to be too flashy about it.
Akira twists his mouth into what seems like a pout but his voice carries no actual dejection.
“But why?”
“Most of the teachers are single folks. I don’t think it’s wise to act all lovey-dovey in front of them, it would be unprofessional too. And uh,” Haruaki slightly scratches the back of his head, “my students said that they headcanon us being into weird spicy BL ageplay.”
“Headcanon? Spicy BL?” Akira parrots, unsure of his hearing.
“I have no idea what they were talking about either. The point is, maybe we should stick to formalities on the surface level or else they will call you by my name like they did to me.”
The Dodomeki smiles, quickly amused, “Don’t tell me those youngsters have been calling you ‘Takahashi-sensei’ in your class.”
Haruaki reluctantly nods, averting vermillion eyes away, “They did. They would address me by anything except my real name.”
“Takahashi-sensei.”
At the sudden call from the owner of the appellation himself, Haruaki can’t help but turn to his lover, curiosity slowly taking over him as he gives the other party a questioning look. There are sparks in those burgundy eyes, the kind that are explosive, whimsical and definitely not good news.
“Takahashi-sensei!”
The youkai doctor clepes aloud again, expectantly staring at the human teacher. Such zeal and increasing intensity deny Haruaki any chance to feign ignorance, forcing him to maintain the eye contact however antsy he is becoming. The Dodomeki closes the distance, his focus not once diluted or waned by the gradual erraticism in his breathing and the acceleration of his heart rate. This taste on his tongue, the first taste of what it’s like for Haruaki to finally become his, to brandish their sanctified bond, to be known as Takahashi Haruaki is beyond divine. It’s maddening.
Akira instantly finds himself addicted to this newfound ambrosia and he would love to fall further into this frenzy.
Despite being lovers, Haruaki – like any average person equipped with survival instinct in the face of extreme dangers such as a hyperventilating and blushing Takahashi Akira – squeaks like a mouse caught in the claws of a deadliest predator and shrinks further to himself when the youkai doctor cups his face with both hands and presses him flushed between the door and Akira’s body. An inch between their noses is more than enough for their exhales and inhales to be intermingled. Notwithstanding his trembling legs and boiling skin, the human teacher shakes his head, trying to break free to no avail at the youkai’s firm grip. Apparently, begging is the last resort for him.
“Akira—”
“Shhh. Call me ‘Abe-sensei,’ Takahashi-sensei.”
The gears in his brain frantically turn and ultimately hit a dead end because compliance or not, the scenario that Haruaki being eaten alive by the Dodomeki is inevitable, so he might as well just turn his belly up, lest even graver consequences befall him. Looking into the scintillating crimson eyes one last time and feeling his soul almost devoured whole by them, Haruaki quietly sobs out.
“A-Abe-sensei…”
He regrets it the instant the sound escapes from his lips. 0.5 second is all it takes for Haruaki to see surprise, ecstasy and unalloyed rabidity drown any rationality left in the infamously unhinged doctor of the youkai realm.
The poor human teacher shrieks out for help but unfortunately for him, the door is already locked and Akira greedily swallows each and every sound of him the moment he opens his mouth.