"If it's okay, could I stay here?"
"Do as you wish."
Misu supposed Shingyouji was ecstatic. The student council was suddenly busy with life – a chair squeaking and a body moving. Thankfully, Shingyouji knew Misu's limits and he made little noise as he could.
Misu looked forward and between and back the documents. The speech the principal wanted to five to the Spanish to Japanese dictionary on loan from the library. The translations were crude and he'd send them to Sagara-senpai for finer tuning. He wrote each piece down on the spare pieces he'd found about the student council room.
Time was irrelevant and he was only into the third paragraph when his eyes passed over his watch. 11 o'clock at night. Well, he'd be pulling an all-nighter again.
Wait a second – what happened to Shingyouji? He snapped his head up suddenly.
Shingyouji rested on his bag – dead asleep. But the only hint was his closed eyes and rising shoulders. Not a noise from him. Shingyouji had kept quiet – for him. (He'd, on a few occasions, had slept beside the boy. He didn't snore exactly, but his breath was heavy.) Misu laughed. Well…he'd certainly have to reward his pet well.
He looked back at Shingyouji. If he had ever truly wanted a pet, he hoped they would have been exactly like Shingyouji.
Because Shingyouji was the perfect lover.
Ever so quietly, Misu left his seat. He rounded the table and squatted at SHingyouji's side. For just one moment, he noticed the fine intricacies of Shingyouji's face. How his bangs rested just above his eyelids. His long face contorted in the most peaceful manner. He let a finger draw across the skin of his arms. Skin, so flawless and perfect.
Misu didn't stop the smile. His toes curled inside his shoes when he leaned closer. Two lips touched – touched just barely – Shingyouji's cheek. "Suki desu…Shingyouji. Suki desu." He whispered in the unconscious's ear.
Shingyouji twitched and moaned – probably from the hot breath than from actual knowledge of the words. The movement was cute and it made Misu laugh more. He stood and returned to his seat. He picked up his pencil and returned to his work before him.
When he finished, he'd wake Shingyouji. The brat would rub his eyes and Misu would walk him back to his dorm and that would be the end of the night. (Even if it was probably not night at that point.) There was no one who needed to know about these sort of thoughts except Misu.
But sometimes, it felt nice to say those words. Even if the person hearing it wasn't even listening.
