Work Text:
"What if I cut your face off and then just stuffed it in here." Teru gestured to his temples loosely. The fan sputters a dying tempo in the awkward silence of the student council room. Teru was speaking to him then.
"Can stop muttering creepy things to yourself." Akane says, leafing through another sheaf of student complaints. He really regretted setting up that advice box. Most were from first years, he could recognise his own handwriting in there, asking for the student president to step down. He threw that on Teru's pile of work. "Actually just stop breathing."
Teru stared at him for a long minute in a tense empty silence. His watchful eyes a scalpel's press to Akane's skin, starved and assessing at once. He looks back to find Teru still watching him, blue eyes unblinking. Almost innocent. "What do you want?"
"You." Teru replies instantly.
"My heart belongs to Aoi and Ao-chan only, actually go die in a ditch somewhere because of you I can't see her walking home today." He flicks through another club requesting extra funds they don't have.
"Not that way, I mean for you to," Teru moves his hands around wildly. His fingers pushing his lips up to form an ugly smile. "Make that face again."
"Fugly."
"Language Akane." Teru chirps fondly. Fond? It sounds like an imitation of the tone, all high and pitchy.
"Voice crack?" Akane says off handly, he doesn't bother to return the glare.
Teru squeaks in a rare show of vulnerability. "No."
"Okay." The chirpy jingle of rosary beads clank in their silence. It's an obvious warning. Akane can already feel the beads snaking up his shoulders and chaining his skin. "Don't even think about that I know you can't do filing alone."
"Akane knows me so well," Teru drones, Akane hazards a sceptical look at Teru. To his surprise, he's already staring, blue eyes. Blonde hair. Was Teru even Japanese? If he came from some fancy exorcist background then he had to be but his hair is a tacky golden colour of a tamagotchi egg he and Aoi shared once. His eyes, an unforgiving blue, and probably the last thing a supernatural at the wrong end of his blade saw. "You're staring."
"Fuck off you were staring first." Akane doesn't avert his eyes on principal. Teru's long fingers are threaded together, bordering fidgeting, but a safe space away from his bracelet.
"You made a face earlier." Teru begun.
"And?"
"It was ugly."
"You would know."
"I'm hurt."
"If this conversation is a ploy for me to do your paperwork you can string me up right now." Akane deadpans.
"Now why would I do that..." A feral grin climbs onto his face. Akane shivers in visible disgust.
"You look even worse now." Teru pouts dragging his red gel pen down on a page. Teru is supposed to be handling teacher's comments and finance, but many finance sheets have wormed their way to his side of their table.
"Stop being lazy, you're never lazy. It's weird."
"Maybe I want to be lazy."
"You're never lazy."
"It's not like you know me Akane, maybe I'm having a lazy day."
"Have that any other day of the week, preferably away from me." Akane scribbles a large X on one of the complaints for good measure adding it to his growing answered pile. Teru hardly has any papers left either, bastard.
"Ah you're so annoying."
"Tie me up and do the paperwork alone then, freak."
"Kinky."
Akane pauses, dropping his pen in the process. The ink cartridge of the fountain pen shatters on a complaint that he was no longer paying attention to. Teru has a mirthful hopeless look on his face, the kind where his eyes turn into happy crescents in hidden laughter. It's genuine. Akane almost recoils.
"Who are you and what have you done with Teru."
"Teru is out of service past 5 sadly."
"Now you're making jokes." Akane is worried for his well being at this point. He scans the room for a sword, Teru must be planning his early supernatural killing for the week. Teru's happiness, genuine happiness, is entirely unfamiliar territory.
"I always make jokes."
"You make jokes when you want something." My life. Akane gulps audibly. Teru watches the sway of his Adam's apple. Creep.
"I want something." He confesses, breathlessly. It sounds too vulnerable between them, breakable and exposed.
"I hope you don't get it." Akane scoffs looking down at his spoiled page. He feels the weight of Teru's gaze on him like hot heavy iron. He checks his wrists. Empty. He's not even chained by him for fuck's sake.
The fan rattles on endlessly in the background. Cicadas chirp crackling in the stillness.
"I still want it." Teru professes and Akane is feeling several sorts of uncomfortable. His uniform hugs his neck, sticky with sweat.
"You won't have it." He watches the stars burst and burn in Teru's eyes. Burning, dying along with whatever hope. It feels too hot, stifling with tension.
The moment passes. "I guess."
Teru watches him. Akane watches the ink blotting his page in black night. It chases the edge of his shirt and stains his desk.
"Akane."
"Hm?" The words sound like coal in his mouth, smouldering, he wants to spit them out. He wants to keep them in.
"You have dimples." Teru states gravely. It's a secret. It's obvious. Akane chokes back an aching laugh.
"I know." It sounds like a confession. Akane blinks back tears, hot, stinging. He thinks of Aoi.
"It suits you." Teru's eyes fog with a glassy distant look. He stands and switches the fan off, shuffling with his papers before leaving first. His piles are complete with red Xs dotting almost every page. The classroom returns to silence but not without him making a show of leaving his rosary beads on the table. It's an apology but Teru doesn't apologise and Akane isn't very forgiving.
He watches Teru leave and thinks he should stop him. Akane folds his spoilt page together and looks at his remaining pile of work thoughtfully. Fuck.