#desmond asmr teacher’s pet

[neptune-cinths]

Valentine

*☆synopsis ♫˳ - Sometimes a way to spend Valentines Day is to patch up your one and only rival.

“How did you even manage to get that?”

Desmond exhales slowly as you place a small bag of ice on the back of his left shoulder. The injury itself wasn’t too bad, especially for a young fighter who does illegal boxing. It was a blooming red and he would always wince slightly when even the lightest of touches from the pads of your finger would graze it, although you’re glad it wasn't blue or purple like the last time you patched him up after his match.

You quickly grab a piece of tissue with your free hand and hand it to him, readying a small bottle of alcohol to spray the tissue with while still holding onto the ice with one hand, muffled yells of what you presume to be of twisted joy blending in with the rolling wheels of the cars that were slowly exiting the small parking lot that was next to the alleyway your both were in.

Pretty unconventional spot for a ‘spontaneous date’, or whatever Desmond rationalized it as.

“There was a convenience store down the road, I just sneaked out before your fight was about to end and got back.” You said, spraying the tissue until it was wet enough to see his palm soaking the alcohol with how much you put. He placed it on a small cut he got on the bridge of his nose, wincing at the small burning pain he felt. He thought he would get used to it by now, but the feeling of a wound being disinfected by alcohol will always bug him to no end; it was almost like an itch inside his body that he couldn’t scratch no matter how many times his fingers twitched.

“And said convenience store let you.. get ice and put it in a plastic bag? Yeah, like I believe that.” He looks up at you as he replies while throwing the now slightly blood stained tissue on the ground, now starting to wrap gauze around his bruised and bloodied left knuckles. His eyes still held that boyish mischievousness that was sometimes all you could think about, even late into the night when you were clicking away on your laptop, researching ideas for your 650 word Common App essay.

The same glint you saw ever since your first kiss with him in the janitor’s closet. You didn’t know if it was your lack of experience in such a field or the chemicals used for cleaning getting to you, but that was most probably the best kiss you’ve ever gotten. Probably not the best place to have your first kiss as a couple, but a kiss was a kiss.

Your face donned on a small frown with your eyebrows knitting together, looking at Desmond as if he said that the sky was yellow. He still looked up at you, done with quickly wrapping his knuckles in gauze.

“Why’s that so hard to believe? I paid good money for this ice.” You dug the ice more into his shoulder and You gestured to the small tote bag you brought, it was the same size as a purse and had a pocket inside, filled with mostly first aid materials and your wallet while your phone was inside your pocket, the small shiny apple charm overflowing and contrasting the dark blue of your high waisted jeans.

He let out a small chuckle, turning your frown into a small smile at the sound of his laughter. You could feel something inside yourself lighten inside, especially after watching him fighting. Bits and pieces of multiple nights of him getting punched again and again flashed through your mind while you were rummaging around in your bag. You had never liked the fact that he had to fight to even put food on the table for his mother and sister, but the least you could do was treat all his scrapes, bruises, and his injuries in general. You knew the system was never fair, especially for people like Desmond, so this was one of the things you thought you could do to help in some way.

Sometimes you thought of what your parents would say when they caught wind that their daughter was dating someone so..ordinary, in their eyes.

“I don’t know, teacher’s pet. Maybe you used magic..” He looked off into the distance, his eyes fixated on a spot on the road to his left. Your eyebrows returned to their original spot, high on your forehead, wanting for him to elaborate more.After a few beats of silence, he added on, whispering to himself “Maybe it’s the same magic you used to make me yours.”

You rolled your eyes when you heard this, though a bigger smile was plastered onto your face as you started to pack up the gauze back into its plastic bag.

“God that’s so cheesy, Des.”

His face scrunched up while he replied back, ignoring the slightly burning feeling that he felt at the bridge of his nose laughing in between his words “Really? That’s what you’re gonna say after I poured my heart out for you?”

“You got a 98 for your poem assignment, I’m sure you can do better than.. whatever that was.” You felt something bubble up in your heart as you thought of his words more, you couldn’t put your finger on exactly what it was. All you knew was that it showed itself whenever Desmond was near, and it stayed within for what seems like forever.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m a poet now?”

“I didn’t say that at all.” Even though your eyes weren’t facing him, you knew his face had a big smile on it, either that or a big smirk. Your peripheral vision was always blurry, of course; you forgot packing your off-white glasses case into your bag when you were stuffing it with the elements of basic first aid, your phone, your small headphones, and some green, crumpled paper, just in case you needed to buy some more of that ice.

A comfortable silence was brought upon you two, there was no need to feed the silence with more small talk or banter than what both of you felt like dishing out. The cheers had mellowed out as, hopefully, the last fight for the night was done. You wondered how much time both of you spent here, treating his wounds. Sometimes his fights would go on for what seemed like hours, the grip you had on either your hands or the straps of your bag tightening with every flash of red liquid you saw coming out of his face or his chest. It would take even longer to dress his wounds

“Sorry, couldn’t get any soap and water on the way here.” You say as you look both left and right, hoping that no one’s gonna see the two of you here, in this dimly lit alley whilst another fight with two unfortunate souls happens indoors, quickly reminding you that these types of fights would go on until the soft yellow and orange rays seeped into the little cracks and uncovered windows of the abandoned laundromat. With every step and motion that your body took, the sound of the rough gravel felt like a screech into the silence and made you turn around every few minutes to see if anyone had seen you two.

You especially hoped that you didn’t see Tony here; lord knows what more power he would have over Desmond once he knew the face and voice of his lover.

“Was there no soap and water in that convenience store?” You heard him whisper, you felt your eyes roll once more whilst a small chuckle escaped your lips.

You looked at him in the eyes, double checking to see if there were any serious injuries that could get him into a hospital bed and to just.. stare at him for a while. A familiar warmth released in your chest once Desmond’s eyes met yours once more, a small and slightly shy smile was creeping up your face the more you looked into his stare. He looked at you as if you were

You and him hadn’t spent so much time together anymore, despite you being in almost all of his classes. Graduation was almost a month away and both of your final exams had just finished, the results were coming out slowly, but fruitfully. Perfect scores littered your mind, almost becoming a mishmashed blur of numbers and circles.

The ones with little mistakes stuck out to you the most, stupid grammar and spelling mistakes that made you want to beat your past self up for forgetting the spelling of ‘continuous’. Although, you try to not let them phase you as Desmond had almost the same results as yours. The only difference being that you had seen him beating his red punching bag after learning that he had gotten a 43/60 on a social studies exam.

You were pulled away from your train of thought by the sound of Desmond’s voice whispering to you, now realizing that the distance between you and him was now smaller than before. His face was in front of yours, his eyes were still staring at yours, one of his bandaged hands now cupping your cheek.

“Is this just an excuse to check me out, teacher’s pet?”

Embarrassment flooded your senses, and you subsequently backed your face away from him. You finally set down the ice pack once you took a peek at the now pinkish bump that still had hints of red in it. Although it wasn’t back to his original skin color, it was definitely better than the strawberry red from before. Desmond kept staring at you, a small smile on his slightly bruised, yet still boyishly handsome face.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes if you don-“

“I was checking to see if you had any serious injuries.” You replied, cutting him off while taking off the alcohol soaked tissue paper that had a small streak of blood seeped to it. You folded the tissue into small quarters while he nodded and still had a smile glued onto his face. You reached inside of your pocket and got out a small pink bandaid, peeled it, and placed it right on the cut.

“Uh huh, so,” He got up and snatched his shirt from the insides of the tote bag you brought with you. “Am I all good now? The night’s still pretty early so we can hang out somewhere until I have to go back to my house.”

You stared at him with widened eyes and your eyebrows knitted together, grabbing your tote bag from the bench he was sitting on and beginning to walk outside of the dimly lit alley. He stared back at you with one of his eyebrows raised, following your pace while looking left and right around the dark concrete pathway.

“10 PM is early to you? Don’t forget that you have a basketball game tomorrow.”

“Of course I remember! This one’s the last for the year. And with the coach training the team and I to our damn bones, there’s no way I can forget it.” Desmond said, walking alongside you. He sped up his walking, turning almost into a jog, once he heard a car slowly driving by the two of you. You followed his movements, not knowing exactly what the problem was, though you had an inkling when a knot in your stomach began to form. You eventually caught up to him, looking at both him and the car periodically as a certain nervousness clawed inside your chest.

It was the type of nervousness that made your hands clench, your eyes turn sharper, and your fight, flight, or freeze instinct played sirens inside your head, shaking the very cells of your body to alert you that something was..wrong.

You suddenly felt a hand intertwine with your own, breaking it from its white-knuckled clench. Desmond’s hand squeezed yours tightly while rubbing the gems and details of your metal rings, you looked down on it while shakily exhaling. The car pulls over to Desmond’s side and the tinted windows slowly roll down, but Desmond just picked up his pace and almost dragged you along with him, both of your hands now gripping the other’s tightly. You grazed your thumb over his wrapped knuckles, feeling his hand slightly loosen at the gesture. You could hear the loud hollerings of the person behind the wheel, the voice slurred and the words were strung along with curse words.

You felt Desmond’s hand tighten back up.

“Don’t look behind you, just..just keep walking with me.”

“Can’t really call this walking when you’re dragging me along.” Your voice was filled with a mixture of airiness and nervousness, trying to push away the heavy air between the both of you while the stranger’s voice withered away with the amount of distance you two put between yourselves and the stranger. You couldn’t hear anything but a soft and low snort coming from Desmond, you looked up to see a small smile now on his now slightly less tense face. You didn’t know who that person was and what they intended when they rolled down their windows, and you honestly didn’t want to.

Once the car was nowhere in sight, he returned back to his normal pace. His hand was now loosely intertwined with yours, some of his bandaging coming loose and grazing your wrist. You looked back down on it and frowned as he made a sharp turn to the right into an alleyway, the pristine white bandages now splattered with the warm red that oozed from his previous injuries.

“Hope you’re hungry, because I know I am.”

“Where are we going exactly?”

The both of you took a left and stopped at a shabby looking door, the hinges being spotted with a dark orange rust and parts of the dark wood being filled with deep holes and stray bullet marks. You felt your foot step back, and the slightly nervous feeling from before making an appearance once again.

“Trust me, you’ll see.”

He looked back at you, the small spark in his eyes returning once both of you locked eyes. You swallowed your saliva and nodded as Desmond opened the door and the soft, warm glow coming from the strings of hung up fairy lights greeted your eyes, making them enlarged slowly as they darted all over the place, taking it in, in all of its glory. You felt your body slowly heating up with shyness and the romantic rush that you always felt when you were with Desmond quickly replacing the seed of dread that you felt when you were still outside of the shop.

There were wooden chairs dotted all around the room, either having four chairs for a small group or two chairs for a duo. There was a mix of moss and fake ivy occasionally peeking out from the crevices of the old brick walls, small portraits being hung up in various areas of the walls.

The ceiling was strung up with the aforementioned fairy lights, all culminating at the ceiling fan that was positioned at the center of the ceiling, which held a table with a candle holder that stored two slim white candles currently burning right below it.

Both of you walked closer to the table, your feet beating Desmond’s and quickly dragging him to the table. The wooden table had a long, deep vermillion tablecloth on top that stopped at an inch above the floor, white lace decorating the ends that dangled from the table.

The pleats of the tablecloth slowly swayed with the soft wind that came in from the ceiling fan, while the candles’ flame joined with it. There were two white plates in front of each other on the tablecloth, silver forks and knives stuffed in a long, narrow woven basket on the candleholder’s left side.

You could feel him staring at you, your eyes almost sparkling like the strung up lights at the sight of it all.

“Do you like it?” He muttered towards you, his bandaged hand coming up and cupping your warm cheek to tilt it towards his direction.

“Do you even have to ask?”

Both of you softly giggled at that, your hands now tightly and comfortably intertwined with one another.

“Well, can I ask a different question then?” He traced small hearts and shapes into your cheek as you responded “Go ahead.”

Desmond’s soft lips stretched into a big smile, his eyes emitting rays of lovesick joy that you thought can only be found in black words on multiple sheets of paper. You felt your heart burst with joy at hearing the seven words that came out of his mouth.

“Will you be my valentine, teacher’s pet?”

*☆notes ♫˳ - this is my first fic after awhile of not writing, i hope i can still do some justice to tsundere desmond’s character + teacher’s pet’s character !! heres the link to the one on ao3