Request for KuranYuuki100
You peered around the classroom door, hoping to sneak a peek of your subject without him knowing. Just a bit further... You could already see the long, grey tails of his lab coat hanging near the wheels of his chair.
“(F/n),” you heard the deep, gravelly voice of Stein call out to you, “I know you’re there.”
Pouting, you stepped out from around the corner, leaning on the doorframe. “That was rude, Stein,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest, “I was trying to sneak up on you.”
“That’s hard to do when I could sense your soul wavelength anywhere.”
You groaned and blew a piece of hair out of your face. “Yeah,” you moaned, “but you could at least play along.” Feet heavy, you made your way over to the desk where Stein sat, his cold eyes focused on some paperwork and one hand idly tightening the screw in his head.
“So,” you chirped, leaning up against the edge of his desk, “how’s work going?”
Stein turned, grinning up at you with wild eyes, “It’s driving me mad.”
Smirking, you swung around behind him, resting on his shoulders. “You always say that.”
“It’s always true.”
“Whatever,” you snorted, rubbing his tense shoulders and resting your cheek against his. “Will be stopping by tonight?” you hummed, wondering what to make for dinner.
He made a noise in the back of his throat, one you had learned meant that he was thinking about whatever you had just said. “Have we made plans for me to stop by tonight?” he asked.
Trying to suppress a grin, you answered him honestly, “Yes.”
“Well then I will make an attempt to do just that.”
You sighed, moving away from the relatively crazy professor’s desk, “Then I’ll be off,” you told him, voice echoing in the empty classroom.
“Wait,” you heard Stein’s low voice call out. Freezing, you bit your lip to hold back an excited smile as you heard the wheels of his chair rolling. They stopped behind you and you felt cold hands wrap around your wrists, pulling you down into Stein’s long arms.
He traced a delicate scar on your upper arm with a long finger. “How did you get this one, again?”
Swallowing, you answered with a lie, something you tried your hardest not to do to your almost-lover. “I told you, I don’t remember.”
A low, grunt was suppressed behind sealed lips. “I suppose I’ll see you later,” he mumbled, releasing you from his grin and pushing you a bit forward. You watched with your arms hugging yourself as he shoved off of the ground, wheeling quickly back over to his paperwork.
You watched the man dressed in grey for a bit, wondering how such a dedicated and careful man could have ever lost himself and done something violent. But, of course, it had happened, and you were reminded of it every day by the poorly healed scar on your upper right arm. Shivering, you walked away from the subject of your observations, never knowing that while you studied him, he was studying you.
He watched you as you uneasily kept an eye on him and kept his composure and cover when he saw you shake at a memory. Unfortunately, he remembered that night just as well as you, and was taking painstaking measures to be sure that it would never happen again.