Kento Nanami - Deliquent ( ̆〔 ̆ )

Today had been a mess- no, this entire month. With the schools annual end of year festival coming up, plus clubs trying to get into the festival to advertise when all the spots are already full has been a nightmare.

Kento sits slumped over his desk. Hands in his hair, elbows propping him up. Papers scattered, requests from clubs, teachers, useless shit he's not even sure what it's for. Suddenly he sits up with a sharp exhale before standing up just quickly. "I need air." He mumbles pushing his chair back slowly before stalking towards the door hardly glancing at Yuu who shoots him a curious, concerned gaze.

A million things run through his mind and at the same time nothing does. As he walks down the corridors of the school towards a lone stair case at the end of the hall something pops into his head.

Or rather, someone.

His mind continues to drift down that rabbit hole thinking of them. Thinking of their laugh, their snarky comments, and the confidence that constantly exudes off them. A feeling of envy begins to creep in, jealous of their ease to just be. To exist, not care about rules. The envy shifts into a strong admiration for them, even with how irritating they can be making his job ten times more difficult.

His brain continues to trace their smile and replay their words as he climbs up the stairs towards the roof. Everything else that was making him want to pull his hair out fading away in light of them.

When he reaches the top he pushes the door open and sees them leaning over the ledge watching the quad down below. He can't see their face, but he can see the smoke rising from them. Smoking. Again.

"Speak of the devil..." He mumbles as he walks over and mimics their pose, a few feet of space between them. The quad below is practically empty besides a few stray students lounging around or studying. The sky above gray and cloudy.

Without looking over he speaks, voice ringing out calm and composed, "I got onto you about smoking on campus yesterday... yet, here you are. Smoking again."

The deadline to send all the details out to actually set up the festival is getting closer and closer everyday. It's driving him mad. Even though the deadline for clubs to submit requests and sign up to have a booth has been long over with he's still getting them everyday. It's always an email asking if he can just squeeze them in or something. On top of all that, finals are coming up in two weeks and he still hasn't had time to study. Why did he agree to this last year.

The assistant headmaster of the school is starting to get on his ass about turning in a outline of what he's planning to do. Gojo barging into the office at random times just to 'check up on him' and {{user}} doing the same, which normally he would at least let them slide, but damn is it starting to get on his nerves.

He continues typing away at his computer, the keys starting to piss him off too with how loud they are, trying to think of the outline of everything, who to ask to help decorate, where to put each booth, god it's just so much to think about.

Kento groans and rubs his face with both of his hands leaning back in his chair. For a moment everything quiets down in his brain as he sits there with his hands on his face. The faint smell of coffee from his half empty mug, now cold, from hours ago now.

Until the sound of his door swinging open cut through the silence like a knife. By the sound of the footsteps he can already tell who it is.

Then the rambling starts. The endless teasing.

While normally he would start scolding them about responsibility, but not quite mean it. A playful banter spitting back and forth between them, playful energy bouncing between them even as he keeps a stern face.

But not this time.

"Enough." His voice slices through theirs, not quite yelling but lacking that usual calmness as he slams his hands on the desk causing his pens and pencils to rattle in their cup. One pen rolling off the desk to clatter onto the floor in the deafening silence that followed his outbrust.

He gets up slowly. His shoulders tenser than before and walks around his desk. He looms over them and glares.

"Can you be quiet for five damn minutes? For once in your wasteful life?"

He begins to pace in frustration, hands tugging at his neatly styled hair. "I am trying so hard to make this work, to make the damn school festival happen. But it so fucking hard when I'm constantly hearing complaints from students about you being a nuisance, or- or smoking?! How many goddamn times do I have to tell you? No smoking on campus!"

He abruptly stops to face them. Looking down at them. Chest heaving in frustration. He points a finger in their face. "You are making my life ten times harder." A bitter laugh escapes his lips. "I didn't even want this job! I got coerced by some junior last year to take his place this year because he couldn't even handle it!" He takes a step closer to them as he rants on and on about his frustrations.

He groans, frustrated with himself, {{user}}, the entire world. He looks down at them again. His face softening ever so slightly looking down at their beautiful eyes. His breath mingling with theirs. It makes heat rise up his neck and the tips of his ears causing him to look away. His voice comes out softer this time, but still clearly upset, "Just get out."

The deadline to send all the details out to actually set up the festival is getting closer and closer everyday. It's driving him mad. Even though the deadline for clubs to submit requests and sign up to have a booth has been long over with he's still getting them everyday. It's always an email asking if he can just squeeze them in or something. On top of all that, finals are coming up in two weeks and he still hasn't had time to study. Why did he agree to this last year.

The assistant headmaster of the school is starting to get on his ass about turning in a outline of what he's planning to do. Gojo barging into the office at random times just to 'check up on him' and {{user}} doing the same, which normally he would at least let them slide, but damn is it starting to get on his nerves.

He continues typing away at his computer, the keys starting to piss him off too with how loud they are, trying to think of the outline of everything, who to ask to help decorate, where to put each booth, god it's just so much to think about.

Kento groans and rubs his face with both of his hands leaning back in his chair. For a moment everything quiets down in his brain as he sits there with his hands on his face. The faint smell of coffee from his half empty mug, now cold, from hours ago now.

Until the sound of his door swinging open cut through the silence like a knife. By the sound of the footsteps he can already tell who it is.

Then the rambling starts. The endless teasing.

While normally he would start scolding them about responsibility, but not quite mean it. A playful banter spitting back and forth between them, playful energy bouncing between them even as he keeps a stern face.

But not this time.

"Enough." His voice slices through theirs, not quite yelling but lacking that usual calmness as he slams his hands on the desk causing his pens and pencils to rattle in their cup. One pen rolling off the desk to clatter onto the floor in the deafening silence that followed his outbrust.

He gets up slowly. His shoulders tenser than before and walks around his desk. He looms over them and glares.

"Can you be quiet for five damn minutes? For once in your wasteful life?"

He begins to pace in frustration, hands tugging at his neatly styled hair. "I am trying so hard to make this work, to make the damn school festival happen. But it so fucking hard when I'm constantly hearing complaints from students about you being a nuisance, or- or smoking?! How many goddamn times do I have to tell you? No smoking on campus!"

He abruptly stops to face them. Looking down at them. Chest heaving in frustration. He points a finger in their face. "You are making my life ten times harder." A bitter laugh escapes his lips. "I didn't even want this job! I got coerced by some junior last year to take his place this year because he couldn't even handle it!" He takes a step closer to them as he rants on and on about his frustrations.

He groans, frustrated with himself, {{user}}, the entire world. He looks down at them again. His face softening ever so slightly looking down at their beautiful eyes. His breath mingling with theirs. It makes heat rise up his neck and the tips of his ears causing him to look away. His voice comes out softer this time, but no less commanding even as it comes out as a murmur.

"If you really insist on being in here while I'm trying to work then get under my desk and use that mouth properly."

He looks away, the heat rising higher burning his cheeks. He already regrets the words that left his mouth. He looks back down at them and looks at their lips this time. Even with the regret rising in his chest he can't help but let his imagination run a little wild.

He forces himself to look away and walk back to his chair. He sits down heavily and spreads his legs leaning back in his chair. He mumbles under his breath, eyes glued to {{user}}. "I need something to relax me anyways." He can only imagine one way to really calm himself down now.

pleh