Most Unfortunate - Daichi X Reader

PART TWENTY: Brainwashed

"Just because you don't understand doesn't make it wrong..." I said, sending a soft glare his way and popping him on the head with a rolled-up worksheet. He lets out an exasperated sigh and fiddles with the yellow pencil. Countless indents litter the tippy-top, likely from nervous nibbles.

'Cute.'

The whole week was spent with every waking moment as a fine balance of feet-aching volleyball practice and nail-biting attempts to tutor the sports fanatic. I have come to the conclusion that it will take longer than expected.

Academic studies are not his forte.

Besides Daichi's obvious turmoil, Mr Takeda is itching with excitement behind those specs of his considering Daichi's newfound 'interest' in the well-being of his studies. To him, it's a comparable delight to the pornographic allure of Christina Aguilera's curvaceous booty bopping on the Burlesque floor.

The disturbing image of the middle-aged man's arousal for the voluptuous burnt into my mind. I shudder and turn my attention back to the groaning volleyball player. I've never seen someone's face pressed so closely to a piece of paper. His breath gently pushed the light sheet to the desk with ease, flush to the surface underneath him.

'Lucky bastard.'

You know you've hit the lowest of lows when you are envious of an inanimate object.

A snap cracked in my face, his large hand in front of me clicking rhythmically. "Hey, earth to (Y/N), where did you go?" He rests his cheek against his knuckles, pulled into a lazy fist. "You were mumbling something and just zoned out. You didn't skip the first break, right?" He asked with his eyes flicking to your lunch bag sitting neatly beside its backpack.

My gaze follows his, and my foot shoves the bag beneath my chair. "You don't need to worry. My love for food is unhealthy, and you couldn't even bribe me." I said with a grin.

He lets out a huff as a stoic look crosses his face. "Not even for one of my mean homework session sandwiches?" his lip itches into a lopsided smirk.

I instinctively chew my lips. Partly because I think his cocky little attitude is utterly heartstopper of him, but the image of him – that cheeky smile and loose comfy clothes hugging his rippling muscles as his toned arms hand me one of those sandwiches... Inhales deeply, yes~

I'm not drooling. You're drooling!

I snap my eyes away and quickly shove things randomly into my bag. "You're a devil man, you know that," I said with a light laugh and zip up my bag. Then his hand is on mine. His body is so close I can smell his cologne's musk and spice tones as it wafts around me. It's a scent different from what I'm used to. It's usually aerosol deodorant and the pheromone of sweat or the crisp smell of sweet desert-scented soap. But this it's something different. Something that set my hair on end and my stomach swirling with a flitter. I know I call him a man, but until now, I didn't see it so clearly.

I gulp and take a step back before my ovaries make me do something ill regret. "We should probably get going. Don't want the coach making you clean the toilets with a toothbrush." I say, breaking my internal tension. I look over at him, hoping he remains oblivious as much as he is with English class.

He grabs the last of his things, slipping them into his bag and follows me out of the library with his signature good-boy smile as he takes a big slurp from his water bottle. Totally oblivious.

"That's a bit harsh. He wouldn't make me use a toothbrush." He said, his nose turning up at the thought, and opened the door with a 'ladies first'.

I love moments like this. Just when you think chivalry is dead, Daichi swoops in and solidifies my unrealistic princely expectations of men. Thank you, Disney.