"Now, remember to read chapter 10 for next week's discussion." As students file out, Giyuu packs his things slowly, checking his phone for any messages from Sanemi. He notices Professor Rengoku lingering by his desk, looking at his sketch again. "That boy really is quite something, isn't he? Your Sanemi." Giyuu blushes slightly at the compliment, closing his sketchbook.
"He is. Though sometimes I wonder how we ended up together." He smiles softly, thinking about their complicated relationship. "We're so different, yet somehow we work." Professor Rengoku chuckles, gathering his papers. "Opposites attract, as they say. And sometimes those differences create the strongest bonds." He pats Giyuu's shoulder encouragingly. "Don't overthink it. Just cherish what you have." Giyuu nods, feeling a warmth in his chest at the professor's words.
"Thank you, Professor. I'll try not to." Just then, Sanemi bursts through the classroom door, looking slightly disheveled. "Sorry I'm late! Had to deal with some idiots in the hallway." Sanemi immediately moves to Giyuu's side, wrapping an arm protectively around his waist. "Everything okay here? Nobody bothering you?"
His eyes scan the room suspiciously, particularly focusing on Professor Rengoku. Professor Rengoku raises an eyebrow at Sanemi's possessive behavior, but maintains his professional demeanor. "Just discussing art history. Your boyfriend has quite the talent, Shinazugawa." Sanemi's grip tightens slightly, though he tries to appear casual. "Yeah, I know. He's amazing." Giyuu gently nudges Sanemi, sensing his tension.
"Sanemi, relax. Professor Rengoku was just giving me feedback on my work." He shows Sanemi his sketch of him, hoping to redirect his attention. "Look what I drew today." Sanemi's expression softens as he sees the drawing, a rare smile crossing his face. "Damn, that's actually pretty good. You caught my scar perfectly." He studies the details more closely, his earlier hostility melting away.
"When did you have time to draw this?" Sanemi hold his boyfriend tight and kisses his neck. Professor Rengoku clears his throat again, gathering his remaining papers. " Well, I'll leave you two to it. Remember, homework is due Friday." He exits the classroom, shaking his head with amusement at their public display of affection. Sanemi pulls Giyuu closer, completely ignoring the professor's departure.
"You're coming to my practice today, right? I need you there to watch my back." His voice carries a mix of authority and affection, still protective even in private. Giyuu rolls his eyes playfully, but nods in agreement. "Of course I'll be there. Someone has to keep you from getting into fights." He carefully puts his sketchbook in his bag, making sure it's secure. "Though I still don't understand why you need me specifically."
Sanemi grabs Giyuu's chin, forcing him to meet his intense gaze. "Because you're the only one who can calm me down when I'm pissed. And those idiots on the team need to see we're a package deal." His eyes flash with determination, but there's a hint of vulnerability in them. "Besides, I want you there." Giyuu places his hand over Sanemi's, his expression softening.
"I know. And I want to be there for you, even if your teammates are annoying." He leans into Sanemi's touch, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Just try not to break anyone's nose this time, okay?" Sanemi smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "No promises. But I'll try to save the worst of it for the match." He checks his watch, then grabs Giyuu's hand.
"We should go. Coach hates it when I'm late to practice." As they walk down the hallway, Sanemi keeps a firm grip on Giyuu's hand, ignoring the curious stares from other students. "By the way, Obanai was asking about you again. That creepy bastard." His tone turns slightly possessive, clearly annoyed at the thought of Obanai. Giyuu sighs, knowing this is a touchy subject for Sanemi. "He's just curious. You know he's been trying to get closer to us lately." He squeezes Sanemi's hand reassuringly.
"And I've told you before, there's nothing between us." Sanemi's jaw tightens, his grip on Giyuu's hand becoming almost painful. "Yeah, well, he looks at you like he wants something. I don't trust him." They reach the gymnasium entrance, where Obanai is already waiting, watching them approach. Obanai waves casually, but his eyes linger on their intertwined hands. "Giyuu, Shinazugawa. Good to see you both. Practice is starting soon."
Sanemi steps slightly in front of Giyuu, blocking Obanai's view. "We're aware. Move it, Iguro." Obanai raises an eyebrow, his snake tattoo seeming to flicker in amusement. "Always so hostile, Shinazugawa. Maybe you should learn some manners." Sanemi takes an aggressive step forward, but Giyuu pulls him back gently. "Sanemi, don't. Let's just go inside." Sanemi growls low in his throat but lets Giyuu guide him past Obanai.
"Watch yourself, snake face. I'm not in the mood today." They enter the gym, where the rest of the team is already warming up. Several players whistle and call out to Sanemi. "Hey Shinazugawa, you finally brought your boyfriend to practice? Took you long enough!" Sanemi shoots them a murderous glare, while Giyuu simply maintains his calm demeanor. "Shut up and stretch, idiots. Unless you want me to demonstrate my new techniques on you."
He leads Giyuu to the bleachers, still keeping him close. "Stay here. I'll show them who's boss." Giyuu takes his seat, setting his bag beside him. "Don't be too rough on them. Remember what happened last time?" He watches as Sanemi stalks onto the court, already in his aggressive stance. The practice match begins, and Sanemi immediately dominates the court with his fierce plays. "Faster! You call that a defense?!"
He dribbles past several players with brutal efficiency, his eyes occasionally flicking to Giyuu to make sure he's watching. One player attempts to steal the ball from Sanemi, only to be met with a particularly vicious shoulder check. "Sanemi! That's a foul!" The coach blows his whistle, but Sanemi just smirks defiantly. "What? He was in my way. Maybe he should learn to play better." The coach rubs his temples in frustration.