#anw chigiri my babiestgirl

[saetoshi]

“it’s rude to stare.”

you blink, a startled gasp slips past your lips. chigiri frowns at you.

you raise your notebook to shield your face from his glare, “i know.”

“then why have you been staring at me for the past ten minutes?”

you peer at him behind your notebook. “because you’re pretty.”

his face flushes. you chuckle when you notice the shy expression that’s on his face. he looks prettier when he’s blushing, you note. he hides his face behind his hands.

you gently call out his name, dropping your notebook back on the table. he lowers his hands from his face, cheeks ablaze. you smile at him. his face burns bright even more.

“it’s polite to say thank you after a compliment,” you tease.

he glares at you. “it’s also polite not to stare, but whatever.”

you roll your eyes, hands reaching out over the table. chigiri looks at your outstretched hands, then glances back up at you with a confused expression.

“gimme your hands.”

his eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head. you click your tongue, a pout settling on your lips.

“why not?”

a shy expression settles on his face, “you’ll just keep staring at me.”

“so?” you gently grab one of his hands, “you deserve to be admired.”

his ears flush. he looks away, chewing his bottom lip. (still, he lowers his other hand into yours.)

“hyoma.”

he turns his face away from you, hiding behind his hair. he shrinks in his chair when your thumbs trace patterns over his knuckles.

“hyoma,” he feels like his whole body is burning when you softly call out his name, “look at me.”

he peeks at you behind his hair. he slowly turns to face you, eyes glassy and a pout on his lips.

you smile, “you’re the prettiest ever.”

“you’re cruel.” he sniffles.

you blink, tilting your head in confusion.

“you keep complimenting me a lot lately,” he leans against his chair, “and you haven’t given me a chance to compliment you back.”

the corners of his lips quirk up teasingly, “you’re also supposed to be studying.”

“i studied plenty,” you huff. “besides, telling you you’re pretty is a far better way to spend my time.”

there’s a small pause as he laces his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hand. he looks at you, eyes full of warmth. “the moon and stars pale in comparison to your beauty.”

(his voice wavers when he says it, face bright red. he’s not sure how he managed to say it without cringing.)

he laughs when he sees your wide eyes. he playfully kicks you under the table. you stare at the wall behind him, gaping.

“if you’re going to compliment someone,” he teasingly smiles when you look at him, “do it right.”

you laugh in disbelief, “are you trying to seduce me?”

he shifts in his seat, “is it working?”

“maybe.” you grin, “you should keep trying just to be sure.”

he rolls his eyes. you stick your tongue out at him.

“you’re incorrigible.” he shakes his head.

you smile, “i try.”

“if i keep complimenting you,” he tucks his hair behind his ear, “will you keep studying?”

you make a face. “we’ll see.”

“ok, then,” his eyes sparkle with determination,“prepare be to swept off your feet!”