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Kyojuro looked out the window as he thought of his newfound... Attraction. Towards a delinquent, too.
It was unexpected, surprising Kyojuro himself on how he'd never noticed the boy before his... Regular attempts to basically assault some poor victim of that particular day.
And yet, his chest beat like a drum whenever he'd get informed that an underclassman named Kuwajima Kaigaku had become the local tyrant amongst whoever just happened to cross his path at a bad time.
Time and time again, Kyojuro tried educating him, understanding him, but reasons— if they could even be called
reasons.
"His hair was ugly."
Kyojuro placed his palms on his eyes when he'd first heard that one.
He could never get to the bottom of why Kaigaku did what he did but at some point Kyojuro started rooting for him. Thinking horrible thoughts like "It's not like our school's reputation is known for being pristine." or "I'm sure it's fine if the other party threw the first punch!" (Despite the fact Kaigaku had provoked the others to no end.)
But then on a warm summer school day, Kaigaku's scheduled "Class" with Kyojuro came. And Kyojuro's slight interest was turned on its head.
He'd walked into Kyojuro's office after classes on the dot, always being unusually punctual for a delinquent.
They'd talked about how horrible the weather was. Kaigaku asked if he could unbutton his shirt to cool down. Kyojuro, having his head down the entire interaction, said yes without a thought.
And then, he'd decided to take the most simple but damning decision of Kyojuro's life.
He looked up, and blood rushed to his head with how unbearably warm Kyojuro now felt. Thoughts racing until— until—
Kaigaku's hardened nipples poked out, complimenting his pecs. The very image of it made Kyojuro's loins heat up. All he could imagine was the other's pink nipples bared to Kyojuro. And by gods, all the blond wanted to do was lick, bite, suck and chew on them. Do all four until Kaigaku's voice would yell out in a mix of pain and ecstasy. All hoarse and sexy as he'd ask for more and more and
more.
He'd imagined licking down Kaigaku's chest, biting and leaving hickeys wherever he could—
And Kyojuro would keep giving, pouring his lust onto Kai like an unending glass of water. Kaigaku only salivating like a dog under him begging for his thirst to be quenched. And what would Kyojuro be, if not merciful? Giving into Kai's desires which were secretly his own as wel—
"—juro?
Kyo?
"
Kyojuro broke out of his daydream only to notice he'd been staring at the Kuwajima for the last 5 minutes.
"Er... Sorry? Just a little tired today."
Kaigaku's expression turned to one of slight disappointment, his cheeks a little flushed, confusing Kyojuro. "Ah. It's alright, we all have our off-days. Life's shitty like that."
Kyojuro just answered back with a typical
'Sure is!'
and turned down to his paper work to pretend like he hadn't just been fucking Kai in his mind or somethi—
"Kyo?"
"Kyo?"
Kyojuro's face went ablaze. His head whipped around to see Kaigaku looking out the window, his back faced towards him.
And his ears were just as ablaze as his own.