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Teru Mikami didn't have any friends.
He didn't like to admit it out loud, but it was clear.
You'd think at college, everyone would grow out of their silly stereotypes and start acting a bit more mature. They were almost all adults now, despite the school uniform and lessons that felt copy-pasted from high school- all old enough enough to distinguish right from wrong, Teru believed. But still- it didn't stop his classmates from acting as they always had- the popular ones insulted him for his strange behaviours, the quiet ones were slightly terrified of his strict adherence to schedule, and the nerds were unimpressed by his painfully elementary view of right and wrong. Leaving Teru, as always- alone.
Fortunately, Teru's college life wasn't completely miserable.
He still had his favourite lesson.
With his favourite teacher.
Mr Yagami was one of my most beloved teachers in the college- despite his apparent disdain for almost every student, especially the throngs of girls that claimed to have crushes on him. He joined in the September of Teru's second year, and it took a week for Teru to meet him in person- despite hearing everything Yagami did spouted out by his classmates in their giggling, pre-lesson bubbles. Claims he was an ex-model, some sort of child prodigy, secretly British, swirled around the school like a whirlpool. Mikami, of course, didn't believe any of it- expecting another slightly alright-looking male teacher to be the source of the ridiculous gossip.
However, when Mikami finally had a class with the new teacher, he found himself, embarrassingly, as enraptured as the girls in his year.
Mr Yagami was only a few years above the college students, still in university, but so incredibly gifted that he had been allowed to teach law in his free time. His intelligence was almost visible, a glistening aura that shimmered at his every moment. Teru could spend hours studying his fronds of chestnut hair, the determined angles of his face, the hypnotising, spiralling shade of topaz of his irises. As a student with nothing better to do with his time and an obsessive personality, Teru has located Mr Yagami- or, as he liked to call him privately in his mind, the name too perfect for his tongue to emasculate, Light- on his ex-girlfriend's Instagram, wrapped in the model's arms. The pictures were burned into his eyelids. In the dead of night, his room coated with midnight tar, Teru would sometimes insert himself into the pictures, imagining Light's hand on his shoulder, his waist, his-
Also, Light possessed something Teru hadn't thought he'd ever see anyone else have. His sense of justice was almost as eclipsing as Teru's. In that first lesson, Mr Yagami gave out 6 detentions, a number unparalleled at a school where students were basically allowed to run wild, and a vape or pack of cigarettes in a students bag elicited only a sigh of relief that it wasn't anything worse.
Mr Yagami's lessons were held in complete silence, and even the smallest behaviour was punished. Disgruntled students claimed Yagami got off to punishing them, playing God with bored 17 and 18 years olds, but Teru knew it was just Mr Yagami's strong sense of justice, finally silencing his classmates.
And so, for 5 hours a week- the bullying stopped.
Teru savoured those lessons, writing in perfect silence, his pen speeding along the page, crowding it with his neat, cramped handwriting. It was the only class where Teru could funnel his full attention to his work, without distractions and attention-seekers commandeering the class- and it showed in his grades. Mr Yagami, although he rarely praised his students, would always use his work as an example to the class, his steady, calming voice sending chills of serenity through Mikami as he read out his essays and evaluations.
Since he didn't have any friends, Teru was always on the look out for new places to spend his break and lunchtime, so, after class one day, Teru approached Mr Yagami, who was busy marking something with aggressive flicks of his red ballpoint pen.
"Excuse me, sir?" Teru asked, smiling as his teacher raised his head to glance at him.
"Oh, Mikami. Can I help you?" Mr Yagami smiled warmly at Teru, who could feel his face reddening under his gaze.
"I was just wondering, if I could sit in your classroom during lunch?" Teru asked, and he watched closely as Mr Yagami's face slowly changed from an expression of surprise to one of endearment.
"Yes, I don't see why not. As long as you clear up after yourself- but I know I don't need to remind you."
Teru smiled back, warmth spreading through his body.
That day on, Teru began to spend his lunch and breaks in Mr Yagami's classroom, reading or working on homework as his teacher marked endless essays or worked on his own assignments. For a while, they worked in compatible silence, until once lunchtime, Mr Yagami asked Teru about something they'd debated in class, and the conversation began pour out of them in a waterfall.
They agreed on almost everything, and when they didn't, they could debate it for hours. Teru felt seen, and for the first time in his life, he enjoyed coming to school.
Eventually, Mr Yagami abandoned his desk, and would stand beside Teru as they talked, leaning on his desk, maddeningly close. Occasionally, he would lean on Teru as the student worked, the heat pulsing through his shirt, leaving Teru breathless.
But, they'd never have anything more, Teru knew- nothing more than the occasional brushing of hands, murmured conversations, the weight of Light against his shoulder. He knew it was selfish, delusional, disgusting to wish for anything more- surely, this went against all his morals?- but Teru couldn't help himself. In the blanket of midnight, he'd lay awake, eyes focused on the vast nothingness, and think only of Light.
...
Mikami was staying late after school, working on something for maths. His pen-taps echoed in the colossal emptiness of the school, classrooms soaked in the watercolour hues of a spring sunset, shadows beginning to reclaim the school, cleanse it after another day. It was moments like these, submerged in silence, the only people in the school being him and Light, that Teru truly felt at peace.
His daydream dissipated as Mr Yagami, at his desk today for some unknown reason, beckoned him over, his angular face carved anew with inky shadows.
"Mikami. I've noticed you've been staying later and later these past few weeks." Mr Yagami smiled, and Teru shivered as he noticed something new, churning behind his irises. It could only be one thing- Mr Yagami had finally tired of Teru.
He instantly rushed to apologise.
"I'm sorry, sir. There's no reason behind it- I can stop staying after school if it bothers you." He explained, but Mr Yagami just shook his head, a small smile on his face.
"No, I don't mind at all. You know, I really enjoy our time together, Mikami." Teru tried not to blush at his words.
"Me too." He managed to keep his voice relatively even despite his pulsing heart.
"I was wondering..." Light smiled, leaning his head on his hands, elbows resting on the desk. "You trust me, don't you, Mikami?"
"Yes, sir. Is there any reason you're asking?" Teru murmured, and Light's hands travelled to cover his mouth as he chuckled gently at Teru's words.
"You're an intelligent boy, Mikami." He smirked. "I don't need to spell it out for you, do I?"
Teru flushed, his mind instantly going blank.
Did Light really feel the same way he did?
Despite his constant daydreams, Teru had never expected Light to actually reciprocate his feelings. It was impossible- yet, here it was- or did Light mean something else entirely?
"Mikami. You can leave if you want." Light shifted positions, scraping together some of his papers with a blank face. "We don't have to mention thi-"
"No, sir, I- I understand." Teru stammered, and Light smiled, a beam of pure radiance. He stood up, opened the door to his office, and beckoned Teru inside.
...
About 30 seconds later, Teru was kneeling in front of Light in his office as the older man began to unzip his trousers, saliva pooling in his mouth. He stiffened as he felt Light's palm cup the back of his head, weaving between the long strands of hair, guiding his head onto him. Teru felt Light's cock enter his mouth, the tip passing his lips and continuing to the back of his throat. He tried not to gag, his body shaking with effort, his own dick hard and desperate, not helped by the groans that every now and then would stream from Light's mouth as he moved Teru's head back and forth, forcing him to move at a steady rhythm.
Light began to increase his speed, grinding against Teru's mouth, panting with effort, the hands gripping his hair growing harder, rougher. The words of encouragement that had streamed from his mouth before have been replaced with heavy groans of pleasure. Teru squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the movements of his mouth over Light’s dick, his body heavy with sweat and lust.
He gulped back a whimper as Light’s pre-cum began to leak into his mouth, startling warm. Both of them were panting now, one of Light’s hands gripping Teru’s head, the other grasping the wall to keep himself upright as he came.
It was sudden, overwhelming. Teru tried desperately to swallow, but he couldn’t help some of it leaking from his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his blazer, onto his trousers where his erect cock was still pulsing.
Eventually, Light crouched down beside Teru, his hands finding his shoulder, his neck, pulling him in. His lips were soft and warm, the kiss wet and sloppy with sweat and other fluids that blossomed between them. Teru whimpered as Light’s hand brushed his cock, beneath his trousers, breaking away from the kiss.
Light’s hands began to delve into Teru’s trousers, carefully unzipping them and making their way beneath the fabric and onto bare, boiling skin. He stroked Teru’s cock delicately at first, slowly speeding up pace until Teru had to bury his head into Light’s shoulder, body shaking with barely-contained pleasure, whimpers and moans still escaping from his cum-stained mouth. Light continued teasing him, rubbing his hand up and down Teru’s cock until, with a raspy groan, he came all over Light’s hands.
“I’m sorry-“ He tried to apologise, but Light just pressed his lips against Teru’s with a smile.