"Huh?!" Fubuki exclaimed, completely unprepared for this unexpected turn of events.
"It shouldn't be a hindrance since we're mostly together, unless you don't want to?" Shu asked and Fubuki didn't want to say no for two reasons.
One, a chance to sleep with his crush was exhilarating, enrapturing. He wouldn't even want the other bed to arrive so he could just stay with Shu in bed for the rest of his life. Two, Shu's kindness fel wasted, turning him down might give him the wrong impression. But still, it'd feel like he's taking advantage of the older male.
Shu pondered at the confliction in Fubuki's face, deciding to interrupt his thoughts.
"Really, it'd be of no problem to me, if that's what you;re worried about. I actually-" Shu's voice halted, thinking it better to say that. "However, I completely understand if your unsettled in such an arrangement regardless of our age difference, I still am your teacher."
"No, um I mean, if you're really okay with it." Fubuki concedes to his desires, also he doesn't want Shu to think he solely sees him as a role model.
"Well, it's decided. Here lay down, it's still afternoon but a nap should do you good." Shu instructed, applying some force on Fubuki's shoulder to drop him into his bed. "I'll join later at night."
Something about that phrase caused heat to flicker in Fubuki's cheeks.
"So which side do you usually sleep on?" Fubuki questioned, he still didn't want to impose.
"It's fine, you go with whatever's comfortable." Shu really was too kind.
"Ok, thank you." Fubuki expressed his gratitude.
"Anytime." Shu smiled mirthfully, "any strange habits I should know of?"
"Shu," Fubuki stressed his name in frustration eliciting a chuckle out of Shu.
"Now get some sleep."
Fubuki laid on the soft bed, but tiredness didn't lull him to sleep as against Shu's thoughts, Fubuki wasn't sleep deprived. His sharp red eyes tracked Shu's figure as he walked over to his study. Shu closed the light, opting to switch on a dim lamp on his desk to avoid disturbing the blonde. Fubuki traced Shu's silhouette, his side illuminated but not well enough.
Eventually, Fubuki's eyelids drooped with heaviness. A final intake of air, disappointingly the smell of floral detergent was on the covers as he succumbed to his bodily needs.
...
Fubuki's conscience slowly awakened at the feather light brush of dainty fingers brushing his fringe out of his eyes. He resisted the instinct to shoot open his eyes, curious what Shu was doing. He heard retreating footsteps and discretely cracked open his eyes to see where Shu was going.
Shu's pupils hesitantly glanced at Fubuki's still form.
It should be fine, he's asleep. He mentally reassured himself. We're both males, anyways.
And then with nimble fingers he began to undo his vest buttons, teasingly slow. Fubuki's eyes widened and a silent gasp released him. Shu must've sensed it, because his head turned to the bed, but with faith in his student, he resumed undressing.
