𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭;

( he's being shitty, and he knows it — which makes it worse, at the end of it all, that he's consciously, painfully aware of what he's doing, but he's never been accused of being a good person, has he?

the first and second years, they're all so gullible, like he isn't only one or two years older than they are and no higher on the maturity scale, but that alone makes them more fun to fuck with, and he'll tell that to anyone that might actually listen; they're impressionable, to boot, and he knows how much or how little he needs to do in order to essentially hook one by the mouth and take hold of the whole of their attention. all those fresh faces and bright eyes, eyes that have already probably seen their fair share of special grade curses depending on who their instructor is, but still bright enough around the edges that the life hasn't quite drained out of them yet, and to cain, that means there's still plenty of fun to be had.

he waits until he knows megumi is due to come around the corner during a free period, waits until he knows his eyes are trained in his direction and then leans to brace an arm against the wall above some second-year boy's head, body language practically screaming are you looking? are you watching me? as he angles himself to take up more of his personal space, pressing in close and grinning in that wicked, shameless way of his.

the sort of thing that makes you feel like you're the only thing in the world he'll ever be focused on, the object of all of his attention, at least until something bright and new and shiny comes along and you're left wondering how you ever let yourself fall for his bullshit in the first place.

it doesn't matter what he's saying — more bullshit, empty words, the only thing he's really good at — but what does matter is the way he smiles, the way he lets the fingers of one hand trail over the edge of a sharp-looking jaw and over the slope of his neck as he purposely looks over to make eye contact with megumi. megumi, who never lets too much show in the lines of his face, though there is no mistaking the tension etched into his expression as cain practically peels himself away from the wall and all but saunters in the other's direction, smile like a nightmare still spread across the line of his mouth like an oil spill.

he doesn't bother saying anything until they're behind the closed door of his dorm room and megumi is biting at him more than kissing him, and he hums a purr in the back of his throat as one hand comes up and he hooks a thumb into the corner of his mouth to hold him still. )

Something wrong, princess? ( he muses, backing them both up until his calves knock against the edge of his mattress and he lets gravity take them both down, that smaller body sprawled across his lap as he prefers him. ) Y'look like you've got your panties in a twist.