Diabolik Thoughts

Match

If there's something that redhaired couldn't do right, it would probably be at everything. But as you sigh yet again, you realized it was only his tie he would never fix right. You thought you told him enough times to tie it properly, how to tie it properly. How many times does it take for him to actually obey? You take a deep breath. This, this exactly is what Reiji must feel. "Ayato." You called, eyebrows furrowed together. He looks at you, "Come here," you shot him a smug look. You made sure that you had him notice the irritation in your voice, and as he walks over to you with a surprisingly innocent look, you crossed your arms. Good. You then grabbed his tie, almost yanking his face close to yours. You untie it, a little harsh than intended which made Ayato's lips curl up in a smirk. "Would you tie this properly?," You snap, fingers working with his tie. Then you look at his half-open shirt, "And won't you close these buttons?," You said, referring to his exposed, rather defined chest. Chuckling, Ayato leaned to your eye level. He has thought a comeback. "Won't you open yours so we could match?"