Megumi brings me food whether I ask him to or not. [ he can't help it if his students like to fuss over him. ] Besides, even if he didn't, I eat at the cafeteria like everyone else. [ so, food isn't really an issue. is it? ]
Y'know, [ his smile only widens as she abandons the necklace to get a better grip on him, very graciously leaning down to make it more convenient for her. ] typically people just say 'thanks' when they receive a gift. [ a beat. ] But I guess that's why I like to buy things for you.
[ he lifts a hand just to tap her lightly on her nose. ]
[ marcille scowls harder. she would knock away his hand if she wasn't gripping onto the loose turtleneck collar of his stupid shirt. ]
You always have the right answer to everything, don't you?
[ marcille you like being a smarty pants too. but this isn't about her. it's about gojo, who's so arrogant and too insanely tall, who won't leave her be and treats her like a toy, who has the gall to tap her nose and grin at her and have pretty blue eyes and a handsome, angular face that he absolutely doesn't deserve.
she thinks about this irritating man more than she'll ever admit to; and just when she thinks she's moved on, another box shows up on her doorstep with that familiar handwriting, making her spiral all over again.
her heart hammers. her body temperature skyrockets, even in her cheeks. she twists her hands into his shirt and the tips of their noses nearly brush. she can't stand him. she can't stop thinking about him either. ]
You... You...!
[ she yanks him down and surges her head forward. her lips catch painfully against his, aching against her teeth, and she has to stay on her toes to keep their mouths together. heat floods down her body. she's only distantly aware of her sunhat falling somewhere behind her. ]
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Y'know, [ his smile only widens as she abandons the necklace to get a better grip on him, very graciously leaning down to make it more convenient for her. ] typically people just say 'thanks' when they receive a gift. [ a beat. ] But I guess that's why I like to buy things for you.
[ he lifts a hand just to tap her lightly on her nose. ]
Your reactions are always so fun~
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You always have the right answer to everything, don't you?
[ marcille you like being a smarty pants too. but this isn't about her. it's about gojo, who's so arrogant and too insanely tall, who won't leave her be and treats her like a toy, who has the gall to tap her nose and grin at her and have pretty blue eyes and a handsome, angular face that he absolutely doesn't deserve.
she thinks about this irritating man more than she'll ever admit to; and just when she thinks she's moved on, another box shows up on her doorstep with that familiar handwriting, making her spiral all over again.
her heart hammers. her body temperature skyrockets, even in her cheeks. she twists her hands into his shirt and the tips of their noses nearly brush. she can't stand him. she can't stop thinking about him either. ]
You... You...!
[ she yanks him down and surges her head forward. her lips catch painfully against his, aching against her teeth, and she has to stay on her toes to keep their mouths together. heat floods down her body. she's only distantly aware of her sunhat falling somewhere behind her. ]