•This is Real• [Diabolik Lovers × Male! OC]

Chapter 9: 'Bitey no biting!'

A chill struck me. I let my guard down and now I don't know what Subaru was going to do. Part of me rationalized that he wouldn't do it in such a place while another part of me was terrified.

I pushed it aside. "I'm sorry, do you want me to move?" I whisper, eyeing an empty seat a few rows down. "No, its not that strong, its what I smell with the blood." He glared. "Did you let Ayato drink your blood?" He asked softly and I shook my head. "Hah, no way in hell." I joked half-heartedly. "I fell during gym and that thirsty son of a gun sucked on my wound like a pacifier." I grimaced, which seemed to somewhat amuse the albino.

"Just...be careful." He looked off to the side and I hummed in acknowledgement.

We soon fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds that filled the space was the sloshing of brushes dipped into water and the chatter if the other students that faded into the background. As strange as it sounded, I felt at ease with the male.

Well at least until he dipped his brush into too much red paint and turned his fruit basket into a bloody mess. He cursed loudly, grabbing tissues to mop up the mess. "Language." I snickered.

He glared at me, face red from his frustration.

"Aw, c'mon its not that hard." I sighed before noticing how even by holding the brush his hand shook violently, as though struggling to control the force he used to hold it. I snickered silently, knowing full well he'd hear it, before grabbing his hand to steady it. "You shouldn't stress so much, the more you think about it the harder it'll be, just relax." K hoped I gave some good advice before guiding his hand down to the canvas.

I twisted and turned his hand in different ways, helping him manuver through the sketched out design.

He seemed hesitant at first but visibly relaxed as his tense shoulders began to slouch and his hands slowly stopped shaking.

I began to guide him less and less, simply letting my hand rest over his. Soon, I removed it and he was doing well.

"See! I told you you could do it!" I grinned and spied the smallest smile on his face before he looked away. "Yeah, not like it matters to me." He replied gruffly but I got the message. "You're welcome."

It was then that the most mischievous idea came to me. Sneakily dipping my finger in some paint, I pointed to the opposite corner of the room to distract him before swiping my finger across his cheek. He seemed stunned as the blue paste  began to dry on his pale cheek. The red flooding his face contrasting dramatically with the paint. I began to feel dread and regret with the overall feeling of 'I should NOT have done that' filled my system.

I tried to shuffle out of my seat but his hands closed around my wrists and he pulled me onto his lap. 'Bitey no biting, bitey no biting-!' Then a cold liquid splashed across my nose. 'Did he just-!?'

All fear gone, I grabbed the purple tube off the table and pressed it, sending a nice log of paint onto his white shirt. "Revenge is a dish best served cold and, my dear Tsunbaru, get ready for a six course meal!" Before he could grab the paintbrush at his side, I poured the small cup of water on him but got slapped with some yellow paint in return.

I grabbed a glob of paint from my palette and smeared it across his jacket sleeve.

He snarled almost playfully before his paint-covered sleeves were rubbed onto my hair, probably dying it a solid black. "My hair?! Oh you are going down Mr Snow White!" I reached for the paint glob on his shirt and ruffled the paint into his hair, the individual strands clumping together and turning into a muddled brown as my other hand began to mix in more 'hair dye' as he tried to pry me off him.

"Mr Sakamaki and Mr Okumura! What do you think you are doing?!" I could hear the art teacher screetch, his usual Nelly laugh replace with an angry shout. His meaty arms folded across his chest and he sighed. "This class is not for paintball! As my top student I expected better Mr Okumura!"

I looked away, pretty ashamed. "But, at least, excluding the both of you, no harm was done. Now will you go clean yourselves off children. Can I trust you with that?" He looked exasperated but visibly okay with the whole situation. If he wasn't under the scrutinizing eyes of the class he'd probably have let us continue, knowing it was just some harmless fun.

Regardless we apologize, well more of me apologizing and Subaru muttering begrudgingly, before we left for the bathroom.

We reach the sink and turn on the tap, beginning to scrub at out clothes and skin.

I sigh, picking at my hair. "How am I supposed to get this off..." I grumble, pulling at the black patches in my hair. "Yeah well what about my hair?!" Subaru complained.

"Your hair is white! Just use bleach!" I groan, picking out dried paint flakes from my hair. "Oh...right..." He muttered softly.

"... Did you have fun though?" I ask softly. "No!" He borderline screeched and looked away.

The silence fell again before I heard his true feelings about the paint fight. "...maybe..."

I grin. "We should do more fun stuff next time!" I yell happily, not realizing the possible innuendo in my words until his pale face scrunched up in disgust.

"Not that fun stuff! I'M NOT LAITO!"