#i wonder if mirakei has these moments too . . jumping into your asks now! :3c teehee

[mieiri]

does laichi like to play wrestle? 🥺

short answer: yes! but i always lose! :c

not even the devil could shake you the way saichi’s smile does— “come on, try to land a hit on me.” he pats his chest, then his arms, as if to warm up his body for what could be a very deadly hit.

“i could never even land a finger on you— have you seen yourself?” you shake your head viciously, tone sounding incredulous.

“i’ll go easyyy, that’s how much of a weakness you are to me. i promise . .” he mumbles the last bit a little too suspiciously that it makes you look at him funny.

“really, i do!” then as if to prove it, saichi’s defensive stance softens a bit— around the edges of his rigid back and around his thick shoulders, you can sense he’s released that energy of brute force as he shakes his head and wiggles his fingers.

so, you raise an arm, point two fingers— sniping it at his chest. and of course, saichi does not let you land a hit.

“god, i thought-” your other hand forms a gentle fist, swinging your arm at his body as the other hand molds the same way, “you said—”

and with the struggle showing on your face, saichi can only laugh— he can only smile so deeply that those secret dimples adorn the middle of his cheeks. “i said?”

he continues to swiftly move away from your weakly charged motions, admiring the silly habit you have of sticking out the tip of your tongue when you’re entirely engrossed in something. sort of like . . a frog.

“you said you’d go easy!” naturally, you pounce after him in an attempt to shave some distance— hoping it would be enough, to stand a little closer, (it’s not.)

because saichi has already met your wrist with his palm while the other, curves around your back.

he has you pressed against his chest, smiling down a very cheeky grin after— essentially— pinning you down, limiting your actions once again. “i was going easy.”

“this just means i still have lots to teach you.” still, because every time you visit the dojo on campus to steal a peek, he finds you, teases you and it ends like this:

“my girl,” he says, leaning down to place an annoyingly wet and loooud kiss, right in between your brows, “is not going to be held down by anyone.”

then saichi’s hands meet at the crown of your head, curving into the roundness of your jaw, “not even me.” before pecking the tip of your nose— sweetly.

“so let’s try again next time, alright?”