Safari X Y/N

In His Arms

     Your nostrils get bombarded with the dog pee smell. Safari's hands are soft and delicate. His grip isn't painful, it's comforting.

Safari: "My fellow student, are you feeling good in this moment, did she aggressively touch you too hard?"

Your heart skips a beat as his warmth transfers to your hand.  The feeling is beautiful. His touch feels like magic~. You shudder as you look into his eyes.

Safari: "Oh boy... I suppose I am a being bit touchy.."

You mumble cutely as you beg him to keep holding you. But, nothing you say is coherent. Safari then pushes you away and adjusts his nerd glasses.

Safari: "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't meant to.. hold you in such a manner. You better get going to the nurse now! I have to teach my students."

The room is spinning. The only thing calming you down is the sound of his deep growl. Finally, he lets go and gets up off of the floor. Your heart is still racing from his magical touch. The ratchet girl ran away to her class. Safari didn't yell at her, he was too busy focusing on you.