𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 & 𝗰𝗹𝘆𝗱𝗲 ; a. itto

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦

today was tuesday. it was supposed to be a nice relaxed day so why, just why, were you running like you were being chased by a serial killer? as you sprinted to komore teahouse, you recklessly looked at your phone, checking the time. it was 3:47 pm and your date, no, your arrangement with itto was supposed to be just after school. forty-seven minutes ago. an issue within the student council arose, so you, unfortunately being the new secretary, had to deal with it. reaching the storefront of the cafe, your eyes shifted over to a figure. you struggled to see him clearly due to the sun obscuring your vision. you could make out though, that they were quite tall and had long ivory hair. suddenly, they spoke

"why are ya' standing there, boss?"

the person stepped closer, you could see who it was clearly. though, you already knew from the name.

"waiting for you... but it seems you're already here! so let's go in, shall we?"

you didn't wait for his response and reached your hand out to open the door, but were stopped by a larger hand. he pushed your hand back and opened the door himself. you started up a conversation as you two walked into the teahouse, finding a seat

"did you wait long?"

"hm? no! like you could make arataki itto wait!" he jokingly scoffed, briefly pushing you out of the way to pull out your chair, looking away instantaneously when you glared at him. you shrugged it off, instead, going for the big question

"how was your test?"

"it was a piece of cake! a simple test like that couldn't make me falter!"

"so you definitely got an eighty or higher?"

"most definitely!"

you looked suspiciously at itto. you felt deep down that something was wrong, not only with the test, but with itto himself. it made you uneasy, like you were about to burst. you hated this feeling, being so conscious of your feelings and sometimes if you knew a person well enough you could sense little changes in their demeanor. it rarely happens with your usual friends but with the crimson oni, it feels as though his feelings are yours, even if you aren't aware of those feelings. itto tapping your hand broke you out of your thoughts.

"what do you want to eat?"

his voice was laced with slight uncharacteristic worry. you forcibly smiled in order not to worry him and told the waitress what you would like. as soon as she went to send the kitchen your orders, itto enveloped his hand in yours, tracing random shapes onto the back of your hand with his thumb. softly smiling and looking at him, your eyes widened to see that he was already staring at you, a slight blush on his face. itto had his unoccupied arm propped on the table and rested the side of his face on his hand, squishing his cheeks. a smile, although small, could be seen on his face along with eyes shrowded in tenderness and pure adoration. you looked away, wondering when your cake was coming, thinking that the oni across from you must be daydreaming about those onikabuto again. as you waited, the feel of itto's hands on yours became all more real and your thoughts began to drift

he's acting very weird but not in the usual way

he seems a bit more... cautious? no... endearing? hmm...

wait... is it because i did... that?

ahhhhhh! you are a fucking fool y/n!

how could you forget consent is key

consent is sexy!

didn't i ask though? maybe it wasn't clear enough...

i'll ask if i can next time... next time? no! no no no! no 'next time'!

haha... why would there be a next time?

why wouldn't there be? i mean... could there be?

a small clank brought your attention to the plate in front of you, a generous slice of strawberry cake placed upon it. the waitress fiddled with her book before saying something bashfully

"you two... look good together!"

she ran away before she finished her sentence, leaving itto and you both in silence as your eyes met. it felt as though the world stopped, the bright sun lighting up both itto and your's faces. his hand was still on yours, gently caressing it every once in a while. even in the short two months, you've known him, you've become very conscious of his traits. on the outside, he was boastful, loud, and uncaring. but getting to know him, you've realized that he's altruistic, bubbly, and good-natured, despite being a gang leader. you softly sighed, blinking and bringing your attention to the strawberry cake still on your plate. moving your non-dominant hand over to your dominant one, which was currently occupied by itto, you grabbed the fork and twirled it between your fingers, doing a small maniacal laugh before stabbing it into the cake. red sap leaked from the sides, signaling that you just murdered a strawberry. bringing the fork to your lips, you opened your mouth and ate the cake with a nom. to say it was scrumptious would be an understatement. after your first bite, you finished your slice in less than a minute, mumbling a quick sorry to the last strawberry on the plate before you brutally stabbed it and popped it into your mouth. your eyes shifted to itto, who was sipping a cup of tea. he felt your eyes on him and relished the feeling. he looked back at you, trying to be nonchalant but was, in fact, internally screaming. seeing your face gave him confidence so he asked a question

"why are you so cute?"

"i actually don't know... i mean... why am i so cute?"

you began to ponder it, putting your hand into a thinking position and moving your head every five seconds or so. he chuckled at this and sipped his tea once again. then a question popped in your head

"just tea?"

"hm?" he stopped drinking it to address your question

"well, i can't drink coffee because it's coffee beans and oni are allergic to beans..."

you facepalmed, giggling at itto's stupidity

"you do know that coffee beans aren't actually beans, right? they're seeds..."

"what."

still laughing at itto, you waved over a waiter, asking for a coffee. you'd start itto off with the basics then lead him into new things later, like creamer. waiting for the new order, you and itto talked about whatever came to mind until there was nothing left in your minds to speak about, well, almost. for once, there was a comfortable silence. itto interrupted it, stretching out his arm asking a "may i?". nodding as a response, you placed both of your forearms on the table, anticipating what the oni was going to do. he reached for the hand closest across from his arm and intertwined yours and his fingers then lifted it off the table and rotated it so that he was facing the back of your hand. the sun just started to set, bringing a stunning light through the window and beautifully hitting itto's face. something soft was met with the back of your hand and you looked at it briefly to see itto's lips on your extremity. he placed your intertwined hand back on the table and took another swig of his tea.

"itto?"

"yeah?"

"did you put your name on the test?"

"...shit."

"itto!"

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𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥: 8/10/22

itto is stupid and consent is sexy.