Teyvat's Academy of Vision-Holders I (Ittorou Edition)

Chapter 3 - GUY.exe

Itto's POV 

     Despite my little lie, he giggled along with me anyway, snuggled close until Kaedehara and Kujou Sara came back and forced some dehydrated strawberries into him. I was a glorified chair until he convinced them to help with some paperwork - his excuse of bad English was weak at best, especially considering how carefully he stood up. I managed to covertly get into the locker room to better hide my issue - I just tucked it rather than jerking off like usual. For some reason, it felt wrong to even consider.

     I immediately regretted it when I was conned into holding Gorou again - who had actually fallen asleep, curled into a tense ball in my lap before moving around to leave his nose settled in my armpit, snoring softly as tears perched at the corner of his eyes, ready to slip down at any moment. Of course, I couldn't do or say much, so I just took a picture instead to tease him later - my boys immediately called me on it, shit-talking me in the home group chat until Shinobu told them to "shut up and leave the sinners alone."

     She had no room to talk when she was way gayer than me, but whatever. What if I'm wrong and I've tricked myself into liking girls? was my first thought, followed quickly by remembering every shameful thought I'd ever had about any woman, and finally, the ever-pressing question - Does everyone question themselves this much?

    Thankfully, he squirmed in his sleep, so I didn't get time to ponder it before I had to hide a groan - I really should've just jerked off. Eventually he settled again, teeth planted in my bicep as he hugged my arm.

     "Ooo...!~ That's gotta hurt..." I growled as hands found their way into my hair, relaxing once he didn't tug or yank, instead gently running his bandaged fingers through it. "So you like it too - are oni at all like dogs or is it just you?"

     "Shut up..." I settled back, leaving my head in his lap so I could pull Gorou up a little higher. I dozed there, in that exact position, for the rest of class. About fifteen minutes to the bell, he stiffened again, carefully moving his teeth out of my arm. "Morning..."

     "It gets deeper...?"

     "Mm..." I wanted to sleep again, but he got up and pulled me along to the locker room, ignoring the disingenuous attempts to resist - I just let myself be dragged in and pushed onto a bench. "Is now really the time?~"

     "What?" He paused with a first-aid kit in hand.

     "...Nothing." That didn't stop him from sitting in my lap again and wrapping the bleeding mark he'd left behind. "You don't have to do that."

     "You should've woken me up."

     "You clearly needed it."

     "Not if it was hurting you."

     "It doesn't hurt." He kept fussing over it anyway, rubbing the adhesive strip even once it was obviously secure as his head slowly fell to rest on my shoulder. "...Are you alright?"

     "Just sore... Just have to last until archery..."

     "So you're an archer?" He nodded, wagging in a twitchy, jerky sort of way as I rubbed his lower back. "That's cool. What kinda Vision do you have then?"

      "I don't have one..."

     "Oh... Alright."

     "Is that bad?"

     "No. I'm just confused how someone so driven doesn't have one. I mean, hell, I've got one."

     "...How'd you get it?"