Yu Yu Hakusho - Kuwabara/Yuusuke - Domestication: Teaching
Domestication: Teaching (550 words)
Domestication Series Timeline
"They're monsters," Kuwabara announced as he entered the apartment, swinging his over-the-shoulder bag onto the floor and pulling off the tie he hated - he'd loosened it almost as soon as he'd gotten off work - before even closing the door. Once closed, he leaned wearily against it to kick off his shoes before trudging tiredly into the living room. The door had been unlocked so he knew Yuusuke was home - but he probably still would've said that if he'd been alone. They truly had been monsters.
"Yeah?" Yuusuke asked with a barely-hidden smirk from where he was re-heating leftover ramen he'd brought home from work. It was an easy meal, and he'd left the stand a few minutes early so he could make sure to get home before Kuwabara returned. He'd anticipated that the redhead's first night as Kuwabara Kazuma, English Professor, would be hard - and judging from how the guy looked and sounded, it had been hell.
"Yeah. They're- they're terrible! The entire class period, they were throwin' paper at me. And spitballs!"
Grinning sympathetically as the Kuwabara collapsed onto their secondhand couch with a loud sigh, Yuusuke took just a moment to make sure the ramen was heating properly. Then he headed around the countertop that separated the kitchen from the living room and flopped down next to Kuwabara. "Huh, that bad, really?"
"Spitballs, Yuusuke," Kuwabara moaned without even opening his eyes. "Spitballs."
Yuusuke leaned against the redhead's shoulder and snickered softly - while he did feel bad for the other man, it was still pretty fucking funny.
"Shaddup," Kuwabara said tiredly, slumping further down into the fluffy cushions as if half-hoping they might swallow him up so he wouldn't have to go face the monsters again. "I was never this bad."
"Nah," Yuusuke retorted, his amusement clear in his voice. "You were worse."
"Hey, not at that age! Anyway, ya jerk, you're supposed t'be on my side."
"I am, I am!" Laughing, Yuusuke elbowed Kuwabara in the side. "It's just funny - you of all people, gettin' beat down by a bunch'a punks in a classroom."
Kuwabara sighed, and wrapped his arms around the other man, laying his head on a shoulder. "S'not funny." His voice was muffled against Yuusuke's shoulder but he made no attempt to move.
"It really kinda is, though! It'd be like- like me gettin' my ass kicked by that old lady next door. Or her poodle."
The thought of Yuusuke getting anything other than offers of cookies from the old lady or terrified whimpers from the tiny paranoid poodle was enough to make Kuwabara snicker and relax against the back of the couch.
"All right, fine, it is kinda funny. But only a little bit!"
Yuusuke turned sideways to face Kuwabara, pulling his legs up underneath him, Kuwabara's hands settling just above his ass. "Look, I know you're gonna do fine. S'just the first day, and it's tradition to be jackasses, t'see how far you'll let 'em push. Go back in tomorrow, don't be a wuss-ass, and don't take any shit."
"Yeah, alright. I can do that." Kuwabara said, snickering quietly.
Yuusuke grinned suddenly, and turned the other man's head a bit to the side, reaching his other hand up to brush at those copper curls, his grin widening at the enquiringly raised brow.
"Spitball."
Domestication Series Timeline
"They're monsters," Kuwabara announced as he entered the apartment, swinging his over-the-shoulder bag onto the floor and pulling off the tie he hated - he'd loosened it almost as soon as he'd gotten off work - before even closing the door. Once closed, he leaned wearily against it to kick off his shoes before trudging tiredly into the living room. The door had been unlocked so he knew Yuusuke was home - but he probably still would've said that if he'd been alone. They truly had been monsters.
"Yeah?" Yuusuke asked with a barely-hidden smirk from where he was re-heating leftover ramen he'd brought home from work. It was an easy meal, and he'd left the stand a few minutes early so he could make sure to get home before Kuwabara returned. He'd anticipated that the redhead's first night as Kuwabara Kazuma, English Professor, would be hard - and judging from how the guy looked and sounded, it had been hell.
"Yeah. They're- they're terrible! The entire class period, they were throwin' paper at me. And spitballs!"
Grinning sympathetically as the Kuwabara collapsed onto their secondhand couch with a loud sigh, Yuusuke took just a moment to make sure the ramen was heating properly. Then he headed around the countertop that separated the kitchen from the living room and flopped down next to Kuwabara. "Huh, that bad, really?"
"Spitballs, Yuusuke," Kuwabara moaned without even opening his eyes. "Spitballs."
Yuusuke leaned against the redhead's shoulder and snickered softly - while he did feel bad for the other man, it was still pretty fucking funny.
"Shaddup," Kuwabara said tiredly, slumping further down into the fluffy cushions as if half-hoping they might swallow him up so he wouldn't have to go face the monsters again. "I was never this bad."
"Nah," Yuusuke retorted, his amusement clear in his voice. "You were worse."
"Hey, not at that age! Anyway, ya jerk, you're supposed t'be on my side."
"I am, I am!" Laughing, Yuusuke elbowed Kuwabara in the side. "It's just funny - you of all people, gettin' beat down by a bunch'a punks in a classroom."
Kuwabara sighed, and wrapped his arms around the other man, laying his head on a shoulder. "S'not funny." His voice was muffled against Yuusuke's shoulder but he made no attempt to move.
"It really kinda is, though! It'd be like- like me gettin' my ass kicked by that old lady next door. Or her poodle."
The thought of Yuusuke getting anything other than offers of cookies from the old lady or terrified whimpers from the tiny paranoid poodle was enough to make Kuwabara snicker and relax against the back of the couch.
"All right, fine, it is kinda funny. But only a little bit!"
Yuusuke turned sideways to face Kuwabara, pulling his legs up underneath him, Kuwabara's hands settling just above his ass. "Look, I know you're gonna do fine. S'just the first day, and it's tradition to be jackasses, t'see how far you'll let 'em push. Go back in tomorrow, don't be a wuss-ass, and don't take any shit."
"Yeah, alright. I can do that." Kuwabara said, snickering quietly.
Yuusuke grinned suddenly, and turned the other man's head a bit to the side, reaching his other hand up to brush at those copper curls, his grin widening at the enquiringly raised brow.
"Spitball."