thank you to everyone who has taken an interest in my fic so far, your support means the world to me!
this is not my favorite drabble, but I felt like this was a topic that ought to be explored, so here it is! enjoy!
"All guys ever want is sex," Chizuru had once said, loudly before homeroom. "They're hormonal beasts!"
She'd flushed at her friend's volume, quietly trying to assure her that she was sure that wasn't the case, when he'd stalked over suddenly and glared down at them. Chizuru had held his gaze, but she had reddened and started babbling nervously before he smoothly cut in.
"All women deserve respect. Don't be so quick to pass judgement."
He'd left just as quickly, hands jammed defiantly in his pockets, and she'd felt like a balloon: filled with helium and giddily floating.
And she wouldn't have expected anything less from him— despite what he said about his father, he'd been raised as chivalrous and slightly old-fashioned. It was something she found incredibly endearing. It was also something she remembered throughout their shy courting, when his chaste kisses quickly morphed into barely restrained passion, when a repressed heat flitted across his face when she pressed against him. There were times when his arms had snaked around her unwittingly and he'd pulled back, stuttering and embarrassed.
And then, one day in his bedroom with their books forgotten, she catches his hands and guides them back to her waist. "I trust you," she says simply and his eyes widen.
Her skirt has ridden up and his shirt is tangled around his arms when his father bangs at the door to ask if they need condoms.
wahahaha, I adore Isshin, he is so funny XD