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Katsura and Takasugi: Talk about dying

Gintoki: Says he won’t let them die

Sorachi:

Gintoki:

"Shinazugawa-sensei, are you planning to teach in class while dressed like that?"

The math teacher stops on his tracks and turned around, eyebrow lifted as if her question were the most absurd thing he heard today, while it really is not. "Yeah."

Kanae observed the expanse of skin available for her eyes to see with narrowed eyes. She knows he is extremely proud of his pectoral muscles, but is it really a wise idea to wear a shirt buttoned only from the middle part to the bottom with no undershirt in a freezing classroom? She can barely survive thanks to her turtleneck. "You'll catch a cold, Sensei. The classroom is extremely cold today," she says, eyebrows knitted with concern.

Her reply is a mocking laugh from him. "I'm not a wimp like you," he snorted, waving his hand in dismissal as he turns on his heel. "Mind your own business, Kochou."

The biology teacher purses her lips in disapproval at his response. How dare he says that to her?

With five wide steps she catches up on him, tugging the hem of his shirt to make him face her once again. As he does, she wastes no time to enter his space, gripping his open shirt and pulls his closer.

"Kana—"

Her name breaks into a sharp yelp of pain as she plants her crimson lips on his chest and bites, taking the skin into her mouth afterwards. The sound of his books claterring on the floor does not sway her, instead it pushes her to work with more urgency, knowing he will overpower her soon.

"Hey!" he shouts as he predictably shoves her away, though his hands doesn't leave her shoulders until he's sure she's standing perfectly on her feet. Both look at the result of her mouth work on his skin, him with a baffled expression and her with a satisfied yet still soft smile on her face.

"Oh my, you better button your shirt properly, Shinazugawa-sensei," she giggles sweetly, like the patch of reddened skin were not her fault at all. "I don't think it will disappear anytime soon."

Patting the right side of his chest, she tugs on his shirt, but not without letting her fingers graze on the hard muscles, before leaving the staffroom with a melodious hum on her lips.

And that day, suspicions on the nearing of the end of the world spread wild in Kimetsu Academy, as it is a rare day where Shinazugawa-sensei comes to class with his shirt buttoned at more than three places.

“That guy definitely likes me. How annoying.”

03.05.19

My heart is really beating fast by just remembering his face. I miss him, even though I met him only twice in real life, interacting once. After the next week, my summer vacation will start. Just can't wait until that. I know he won't stay for too long in the country, and I don't want to regret anything.

I hate myself.

yep.