soft articulations. toudou jinpachi

Toudou vividly recollected the memory of his confession to you - the way your complexion flushed as your hands fretted with the hem of your pleated skirt, and the breathless squeak that suspended from your thin lips before they curved upwards into a blithe smile - and it was the most fortunate day of his life; he was uneasy at first you wouldn't want to engage in a relationship with a third-year since you were still a first-year, but when you avowed the same heartfelt feelings to him, exultation skated over his insides in short bursts and the world never looked so iridescent before.

Every time his slender fingers entwined with yours, the smoothness of your skin sliding delicately against his, a coveted warmth permeated through the contact and imbued tranquility into his entity. Every time his ample lips pressed fervently onto yours, a familiar bluster fluttered his heart while butterflies tickled and gnawed his sides pink. Every time he heard your mellifluous voice, those soft articulations, his palpitating heart ceased its erratic beating in favor of wrenching - it wasn't a bad feeling, it was just the emotions gyrating were too intense.

Being helplessly in love with you shoved him into an ebullient state, hearts and sparkles buoyantly hung in the air around him all the time, and while he continued on this euphoric high of pure, lovestruck adrenaline, he unremittingly showered you in his affection. Where it was a simple good morning text or a kiss on the crown of your head, his potent feelings showed.

The best part of everything was that as you served as the assistant manager - the official manager being a third-year and your older sibling - so he frequently saw you after classes ended, and he had lots of opportunities to show off in front of you or gain that extra propulsion from your vivacity that impelled him forward.

However, it appeared the entire club was in on this discreet conceive of 'let's drag [Name] away from Jinpachi'; and he'd always be bellowing out 'stop interfering with my ploys to get attention!' as they promptly dragged you away from him. Oh well, there were so many other chances he got - chances where he could even be alone with you without the distraction of other people.

Right now was one of those times: you had forgotten your schoolwork at your desk, too busy scampering off to practice to notice until it ended, and he had proffered to escort you as you retrieved your papers. Evidently, you didn't refuse his solicitousness.

"Thanks for coming with me, Toudou-kun," you whispered softly, drawing back a remiss strand of your hair behind your ear as you tentatively minced into the classroom confines.

He let out an vociferous shrill of laughter, dismissing your earnest gratitude with a fervid wave of his hand. "Wahaha! I, Toudou Jinpachi, can't leave my lady alone this late!" he boisterously crowed, gently closing the door behind to prevent any obnoxious clamor from resounding in the empty, spacious room.

A suffusion of heat percolated through your cheeks as you rifled through your desk under his intense scrutiny, more embarrassed for him to be witnessing you doing something so mundane with that adult smothering his prepossessing orbs.

As you meticulously aligned the final items into your bag, you pivoted on your heel to alert him you were done when his arms caged you to your desk, his palms landing on the veneer top. "Wh-What are you doing?" you abashedly stammered out, nearly dropping your bag to the floor as he pressed closer against you with his body.

"We're alone at last...Today, I didn't get to kiss or hug you at all; Arakita kept snatching you away," Toudou sneered in aversion at the mention of Arakita - simple white-hot jealously coursing through his veins, nothing more or less - but he swiftly recovered from that, the grimace alleviating as a suave, concupiscent expression marred his face. "Can I kiss you?"

Tangible words were lodged in the seam of your throat, so you only vigorously nodded your head as your lips parted slightly in anticipation. Your eyes fluttered closed seconds later, and Toudou squandered the propinquity between your lips as he affixed them together avidly. At first it was just a elegant peck, one lasting no more than two seconds, before ardor deluged his next movements; an inundating pressure perfused as he coaxed certain spots, being ribbed on by the incoherent noises spilling forth from you.

It was completely unfathomable how adorable you could be over a gesture the two of you had done a boundless abundance of times before, but it did help that he already perceived all the spots that made you putty underneath his fingertips and he constantly used that to his advantage. No matter the situation, your exuberance and rapture came first - as long as you smiled, so did he.