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Hiroki's Birthday - Part 2
Nowaki, that brat!
A scowling Hiroki thought from his place in the bathtub. It was barely quarter to eight in the morning and he was already annoyed and riled up. Really, he couldn't even have a nice, relaxing soak in the hot water because his freaking arse was hurting! And so, he had to kneel their like an idiot in the tub.
He let out a little growl in further vexation since the water didn't seem to be getting any hotter from his glares. So far, it seemed his morning had been more to Nowaki's pleasure than his own even though it was his birthday. That idiot had even woke him up at some ungodly hour in the night for...for...
Understandably, Hiroki's face flushed bright red as he shut out the end of that thought and the other memories and sensations that were triggered. And this morning...! He couldn't stop the little shiver that ran through him nor the reaction of certain private parts.
The feelings of frustration rose in him again at his embarrassment. Why, in the world, was he the only one always feeling embarrassed like a girl? No, better yet, why did he always submit and give in to Nowaki's advances? He had to save some face! His pride would not allows this to go on. He would not allow this anymore. He was the older one in the relationship – the mature one. For once, he would take charge and unnerve Nowaki.
...At least that's what he told himself, all the while squashing the little voice at the back of his mind niggling and insisting that he was doing this because he was feeling just a little too spoiled by Nowaki.
With his decision in mind, Hiroki rose from the bathtub and briskly wrapped a towel around his waist. Yes, today was his birthday! He would be the one enjoying the day. And like that time when he found Nowaki's secret stash of letters addressed to Hiroki from his time in America – Nowaki was going to be just as embarrassed as he was then. Hiroki would make sure.
An uncharacteristic mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he stood in front of the mirror. He would be going to the university, but only for the morning. He would surprise Nowaki by returning home that afternoon and by making his own advances. He would not be on the defensive anymore, but on the offence. After all, as the saying goes, good offence was the best defence. And his trip to the workplace wasn't without its own merits. In fact, he quite acutely remembered the test he had planned for his students.
Yes, his day was going to be good. The smile that was on his face would have sent his students cowering away in fear.
A/N: Hiroki OOC or not? Drop by a comment and I'm happy to accept ideas/requests for moments in which you would like to see this couple in the future. Thanks!