"Hey, let's end it here for the day." Shu suggests as he approaches Fubuki, who upon hearing it lowers his stance.
"Sure!" Fubuki replies, a little nervous at the sudden intervention. Was he not performing well?
Shu settles his palm lightly onto Fubuki's forehead and Fubuki hates how he relishes in the soft gentleness of the touch.
"Mmm..." Fubuki hums contently before abruptly realising his actions and stiffening up.
Shu shows no indication of noticing his student's comfort, still, Fubuki is certain he saw it. Though he is glad Shu didn't question or point it out. Shu retracts his hand, and Fubuki wills down the climbing urge to chase his smooth skin.
"Are you feeling alright?" Shu inquires, eyes thoughtful, brows slightly furrowed.
"O-of course, why wouldn't I be?"
"Since you've returned you have been more..." Shu trails off, choosing the right word. "Nervous? Tense?"
"Uh no," Fubuki denies, aware he's lying through his teeth to his teacher; to his idol.
Fubuki can't blame Shu for being concerned, the shift in his attitude was prominent. But you also can't blame Fubuki. The last time he physically interacted with Shu he was thirteen! He was young and buoyant and excited. To beyblade, to see his inspiration; to be personally taught by him. It was beyond his wildest dreams- and as expected his younger self was cheery and so, so embarrassing. Sure, Shu and Fubuki frequently kept in touch the last three years through call and text but nothing more. It was unbelievable that The Shu Kurenai would still bother. And Fubuki tracked all of Shu's recent matches and the instances he appeared on the NEWS for his impeccable ownership of the Raging Bulls despite his youth, yet having this person so close to him was still overwhelming.
To make matters worse, Shu had somehow grown even more attractive than before. Nowadays he preferred to wear his ivory silk locks long, reaching past his shoulders yet nothing too feral, his bangs perfectly framing his face to accentuate his adrogynous beauty. His deep red eyes darkened with the years, showing maturity, his face sculpted to perfection as though it was carved by angels and Fubuki would certainly believe it if Shu confessed that ridiculous thought. His body was lean and tall. He was the ideal man. Wealth. Looks. Personality.
With all that it's no wonder I- I adore him like a role model, Fubuki sighed exasperated. Who am I kidding? If only it was just that...
"Fubuki!" Shu's soft voice called out, shocking him out of his thoughts.
"Y-yeah?"
Shu exhaled as his slim fingers rose to massage the bridge of his nose. Fubuki felt ashamed, like he'd let Shu down somehow.
"Are you sure you're not sick? You felt warm earlier," Shu confirms promptly.
"Yeah, I feel fine." Fubuki replies honestly, he knew what was wrong with him and it was not his health.
"Do you mind following me?"
"Yeah sure," Fubuki agrees easily, who was he to reject more time with his desire?
After a short walk to the escalator which lifted them to the top floor, Shu guided him through the hallway. He stopped before two pristine white doors. Shu pulled the door, walking in after inserting the keys.
Whilst entering Fubuki quickly realised he was in Shu's room. He had briefly glimpsed it when he was waiting outside the door for Shu, but he's never been inside it. The king sized bed was in the centre, royal beige and lavishing. There was a clear study table aligned near the window with high stacks of papers and documents with other stationary and tools. The soft rug lay before the light brown chest by the end of Shu's bed- Fubuki idly wondered what was in there. The dressing table was a stained oak colour with brushes and other self care products haphazardly littered before the sheer mirror.
"Uh Shu," Fubuki began when Shu turned away from him and began removing his black overcoat.
It took all of Fubuki's withering restraint to refrain from staring at Shu's back- his vest tightly hugging his curves, elevating his alluring frame.
"Hm?" Shu hummed, inquisitively as he tilted his head back to loosen his professionally made tie.
The action caused his hair to cascade further down, his pink lips neutral and so tantalising. Shu's collarbones peeked out from the light pink collar and his red tie hung just slightly looser.
"Fubuki?"
"Y-yes?" Fubuki blurted, startled, hoping Shu hadn't noticed his intense gaze.
Shu exhaled with what Fubuki hoped was exhaustion not exasperation.
"Come here," Shu beckoned Fubuki over from the entrance to near his bed with a small waving gesture.
Fubuki audibly gulped and walked over. As hard as he tried he couldn't stop certain thoughts from flooding his brain. Certain thoughts included scandalous words like bed, room, alone, undressing, hot paired with even more provocative scenarios.
"It's fine, you're not in trouble." Shu assures with a gentle smile and Fubuki hates himself for the tingling feeling which erupts in his chest.
"Yeah," Fubuki agrees.
Shu placed his hands around Fubuki's shoulders and steered him to sit on his bed.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?" Shu questioned with deep concern reflecting in his scarlet eyes.
"No! You really don't," Fubuki denied vehemently. "It's just I'm not used to sleeping in such a large area haha.."
The excuse sounded weak, even to Fubuki's own ears. Shu eyed him suspiciously and Fubuki couldn't help but feel a bit touched that Shu cared so much about his wellbeing.
"Well, I can't have that..." Shu trailed off thoughtfully. "Is the mattress the issue or the size?"
"The size," Fubuki easily lied. "But it's fine, I'll manage."
"No, it's my job." Shu insisted, "I'll order another one."
"You really don't have to-"
"It's no problem, I'll check the sizes and update you."
Now Fubuki felt bad. Shu was already swamped with work, being the young manager of such a large corporation, he didn't need extra work. Especially since it wasn't even an actual problem.
"Until then, you can share my bed." Shu offered, always considerate in a reserved manner.
