extremely late valentine's day fic. pre-series. it always seems like sanageyama has the worst luck.
Sanageyama remembered that it was Valentine's Day when he walked into the Student Council room in the afternoon to find Inumuta and Jakuzure sucking each other's face off.
They both looked up at him when he opened the door, faces flushed. She was leaning over him as they sat on her couch, Inumuta's glasses and Jakuzure's hat were tossed into the corner, next to a box of chocolates and a bouquet of pink roses. The two of them froze for a moment, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips.
Needless to say, he shut the door pretty quick.
Shit, I completely forgot it was Valentine's Day. Those two'll be in trouble once Gamagoori finds out about this.
...Maybe I should go tell him...?
He smirked as he envisioned the two lovebirds getting told off harshly by the Disciplinary Committee Chair. He walked down the hall, away from the Student Council Room and towards Lady Satsuki's office. He spotted Soroi right outside of her office door.
"Ah, Soroi, have you seen Gamagoori around?"
The butler smirked softly and pointed to Satsuki's office door.
"You probably don't want to go in right now, Sanageyama. Don't bother them, and don't tell them I told you, either."
Sanageyama cocked an eyebrow in curiosity as Soroi walked past him, still smirking. He pressed his ear to the door and strained his ears for any voices.
"...oh...my lady...please...PUNISH ME MORE...OH YES...!"
A disgusted and exasperated expression spread across Sanageyama's face as he heard Gamagoori's deep voice moaning with pleasure.
I guess they'd both need some kind of outlet, with how "disciplined" they both are.
He sighed heavily, wondering when exactly the rest of the Four Devas and their lady had paired up like this.
I gotta get more friends, dammit. Iori's the only other person I know now.
Sanageyama stood in front of the Sewing Club room, speculating if Iori had found himself a "valentine" as well.
Only one way to find out...
Pushing open the door, he scanned the room for any lovesick couples and saw...nobody.
The club room was completely empty, there were no club members at all, none of the metallic sounds that the sewing machines usually emanated. There was a small post it on Iori's desk.
Out to order more material. No club meeting today.
He groaned inwardly, he was completely out of options now. He shut the door behind him and just decided to go home.
We obviously won't have a Council Meeting today, with those four getting it on right now. I've got no reason to stay at school.
Sanageyama went straight for the kitchen when he got home that day. He had a few slabs of konnyaku that he had been saving in the fridge, and he pulled them out and splashed some sauce on them, collapsing on the couch with a plate in his hand.
He shoveled a bit into his mouth and chewed, savoring the rubbery texture. He usually didn't really like konnyaku, he ate so much of it as a child, but it was comforting sometimes. He sighed, throwing his head back against the top of the couch and looking at the ceiling, tired, and kind of lonely.
"...happy fucking Valentine's Day, me."