( & ) yuuta needs some tender loving care ok? thats my excuse
okkotsu yuuta’s been staring at you for quite some time now, and as much as you trust that never would his intentions be creepy on purpose, you’re starting to feel a bit unnerved.
your fingers falter from where you’ve been holding a hairbrush, craning your neck to match his gaze with your own—yet he doesn’t flinch nor splutter at being caught. it seems like he didn’t even notice, his eyes straying slightly away from your face and to your hair.
there’s a bit of awe in the way his lips are parted slightly and his eyes are sparkling.
you glance between him and the brush, before making a decision.
yuuta only snaps out of it when you scoot your chair closer to him. he breaks out of his trance and barely makes out a sheepish smile for retribution of sorts.
“sorry…” he murmurs, eyes darting all over the room the closer you get.
“lay your head on the desk,” you instruct, watching as wide eyes slide back to you in confusion and alarm. “come on, i’m not gonna slam your head down. did maki and toge give you trust issues or something?”
awwwww
