𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗳 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝗧𝗪𝗢

Joichrio Yukihira

Long Time Coming 

Synopsis: (Requested) Male Y/n and Joichiro  Yukihira were once flirtatious classmates now nothing. The thought of seeing Joichiro is rather a tough one, when you think it was your fault he left Totsuki academy. Plagued with the anxiety of him not remembering you and the moments that lead to him dropping out, you spend most the night alone in your head. Will he remember you? If he does remember you does he even remember what he meant to you so many years ago?  

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                    There were worse things than being punished at Totsuki Academy. That being punished with second seat Joichiro Saiba, and that you were. Not by your own doing but by getting caught up in his twisted schemes.

                    Presently, palms of hands are lightly dusted in a small coating of wheat flour, where beads of sweat once existed. Fingers are tense, coatings of flower stick to every crevice of your inflamed knuckles, your fingers have to be cracked in increments of ten minutes so they don't completely stiffen like a incompetent board. Bruised and battered egos reside within the after hours kitchen, the laminated recipe sheet is barely visible, covered in thick strands of dough that were unintentionally rolled out too far and a heavy skin of wheat flour. Tossed dough from his side slap against the dusted wooden board, out of all people he was the one who should be struggling.

                    Knitted eyebrows and a tense posture reside with appearance. There was more dough webbed between your fingers than what was in the masacre of a dough ball in front of you. The bottled up frustration at Joichiro had lapped any concentration you had left, spoiling your perfectionary skills when it came to dough making. It was a wrong move by you to be caught observing his technique, he likes the way you look at him. The expressionless face turns sinister, a smug toothy grin that says anything but helping a fellow classmate out innocently and is replaced by sinister thoughts that could only be fulfilled in his dirty fantasies.

'Need help?' he cheerfully remarks across the table, he purposely clenches his hands tighter into the folds of dough to make on the veins within the lengths of his arms and hands pop to the surface of his skin,

'Get lost.' you pause before emotions boil over the surface, 'I wouldn't be stuck here with you if you hadn't tried to make out with me and in doing so spilt a scorching pot of crab soap on Sir during the process of you getting your so called "needs" met!'

                    Cocked head, his head twists to so the side of his head hovers above his shoulders. His lip is caught by his teeth, nibbled on to control his usual tendencies. His flour coated fingers tap against the messy chopping board that had been conquered by truck loads of flour.

'So that's a yes to the first question?' he avoid conflict with an ecstatic tone,

                    There's no hesitancy with him. Joichiro just does what he wants. His hips are pushed into your back, limiting the little space you had between him and the countertop. His hands make haste, one gripping your waist before it glides along your side and snakes down your arm to cup both your dough covered hands in his. His palms rest gently against the back of your hands, forcing your hands to mold the dough at his and only his pace.

'Get off me, what if someone else sees?' you whisper to him, eyes ecstatic in worry trace the outline of the door worried someone would come in and see that he had you pinned against your own workbench,

'Who cares.'

'I care.' you blurt out, pushing him off you, your hands grabbing chunks of hair in frustration. Tears swelling and cheeks in splats of red, 'Cooking is all I got and if I'm seen with you that will completely ruin my reputation. Don't lie to yourself I know i'm just your fuckboy, Gin told me there's some small time restaurant girl that's caught your eye...'