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The classroom was warm and a little stuffy despite it being the beginning of spring. It was already late in the afternoon and this together with the fact that the last school bell had already rung, the only remaining students being those with club activities and a few coaches, meant that you and your class teacher were left entirely alone.
The man was tall and looked quite young despite being 38, his broad shoulders and big arms encased you between him and his desk as his much larger figure loomed over yours. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows as he reached his hands just below your skirt — grabbing onto the soft flesh of your thighs to pick you up. You involuntarily let out a surprised yelp when he lifted you onto his desk, standing between your thighs before littering your neck with feverish kisses while simultaneously unbuttoning your school shirt. Mr Tachibana was your math teacher, noted by a lot of the first year girls to be one of the best looking by far.
He was married with two kids, both still little girls under the age of nine.
A lot of the students admired him and enjoyed his classes, boys and girls alike thought he was quite attractive. The guys envied him for his looks while the girls envied his wife, for well...being his wife. You on the other hand, hated him with every fibre of your being.
You hated the way he smiled at you during lessons, it was the kind of smile that came with enjoying a secret joke.
You hated how eager he was everytime you would go to his classroom after school when all the other students had left. You hated the way his breath quickened while he fondled you — his lips brushing against your skin in an almost desperate manner — like he had been deprived of human touch since birth. You hated how, despite being a teacher, a husband, a father with children, an adult and a man much older than you, he enjoyed every second of it. But this was what you had agreed to, you needed him much more than he needed you.
"S-sensei," you stammered before placing timid hands against his chest to cease his movements. "What?" he groaned, trying not to voice his irritation at the sudden halt.
"I have to get to soccer practice," you muttered, your eyes looking anywhere but his face.
"You said fifteen minutes, it's only been five," he reminded, his hands slowly tracing up your sides as he pulled your body closer to his. Before you could protest any further his hips suddenly rocked into yours and you immediately stopped moving. Was he hard? You couldn't exactly tell with how you were sitting but you remained still as he glanced down at your face. Your hands unmoving from where they were, placed on his chest.
"We've been doing this for two months now," the man went on, his palms finding their way under your shirt, roaming the expanse of your soft skin.
"You tell me no every time I ask to touch you there," he gestured towards your skirt and you already knew he was talking about entering you. "I don't want to get pregnant.." your words dried up in your throat and you suddenly found it difficult to speak, your fingertips trembling, "and I'm still a virgin."
His hands had stopped moving after you spoke, though they still remained a dominant weight.
"Y/n," Tachibana said, the amusement in his voice replaced by casual warning. "Remember what you agreed to? It was to do everything I told you, wasn't it? I allowed you to decide on the times so now I have to work around your schedule, but if you're going to keep acting up then I'm afraid I'll have to break off our little arrangement. I'm paying a lot of money on your behalf here and I'm growing tired of just kissing and fondling you — how do you expect me to still get off to that after this many weeks? My patience is wearing thin."
You froze. No. After everything you had put up with already — no. He couldn't do that. Just the thought of it felt like the ground could just engulf you entirely.
"So. Are you going to cooperate?" His lips caressed the shell of your ear as he spoke.
"Yes..." you murmured, barely a gasp.
You weren't even given the chance to realise what you'd just complied to before his hand swept under the waistband of your skirt — between your thighs and pressed into your clothed entrance without any hesitation. The feeling was foreign, invasive and undoubtedly uncomfortable.
You shuddered an unsteady breath, feeling tears prickle in the corners of your eyes in humiliation as he began to push you to lie on your back — only, you resisted. You could not bring yourself to do it after all.
"N-no," you quaked suddenly, trying not to shrink back. Your voice had grown weak and brittle you didn't want this. "Stop, I-"
"Be quiet," he warned mildly, his grip tightening even just a little, and with the force of his presence — his broad chest and looming height, he crowded you back further into the desk as you tried to escape him. Why wasn't he stopping, you couldn't understand it. He always stopped when you told him to, he had never done this bef-
"Tell Kuro I'm gonna be a little late to practice since I left my homework in the classroom," the voice of someone outside the door managed to get him to stop his advances entirely.
The horrified look on his face made it blatantly obvious that the man had became aware of the fact that he had forgotten to lock the door after you came inside, and neither of you were given the chance to pull apart from one another before the door slid open without any warning. You hadn't been able to turn around to see who it was, but the mortified look on your teacher's face, and the silence that had settled after said person opened the door was enough to tell you that absolutely nothing would be okay. And when you'd gained the courage to finally turn your head to see who it was, you felt your stomach drop — ironically right when his switch dropped onto the ground as well.
Of all the people to walk in, it just had to be Kenma.
"You have a crush on Kozume Kenma??" Sayuri blurted out, almost half choking on her barley tea when Ruka confessed.
"Shhh! Keep your voice down," she scolded embarrassedly, hitting the taller girl on the back of her head to shut her up which caused her to wince in pain. "Ah fuck! No but seriously, we're talking about that awkward kid that sits by the window and barely talks to anyone. I always see him on his phone during class, I doubt he even has any friends, he looks like an incel," Sayuri berated.
"Kenma isn't like that!" Ruka defended with a scowl before hitting her again.
"He definitely is," the other deadpanned, completely unbothered this time around, "but that sexy third year senior he's always around would be a great pick. Kuroo Tetsurou was it? Now that's a fine man."
"Y/n!" she whined, glancing at you for help.
"Uh..." you turned to look at Sayuri, who was still rubbing her head, then back at Ruka who was now pouting angrily at you. "No offence but I'm siding with Yuri on this one," you sighed, raising your hands up in defence. "I mean come on, I had to actually think hard and try to remember who the heck Kenma actually was when you mentioned his name. Like she said, there are tons of hot guys in this school and you pick the most awkward looking one? He looks like he only eats cupped ramen and locks himself in his room playing video games until dawn, definitely the type who can't talk to girls, a closet perv, unsociable, edgy, a manga fanatic, not too bad looking though and definitely has some porn mag's hidden under his bed or something. Why would you like someone as boring and plain looking as Kenma?" as far as you were concerned, the guy hardly existed.
"Y-y/n," Sayuri muttered, trying to get you to stop talking as both her and Ruka's faces dropped in horror.
"I'm just being honest," you did not see any point in lying since she insisted.
The two of them both shook their heads and simply gestured behind you in order to get you to understand. You raised a brow in confusion before half turning in your chair to see the very same 'incel and closet perv' sitting behind you, eyes downcast and glued to his phone with airpods in.
You could have sworn you nearly felt your heart drop in fear that he might have overheard all the things you had said, before realising he was listening to music.
"He's got his airpods in," you assured before turning back to face the two of them, the three of you all sitting around Ruka's desk. The girl let out a relieved sigh, thankful that he didn't hear her earlier confession either before scolding the two of you for all the horrible stuff you had said about him. You listened and laughed along with them as you all spoke, though you couldn't care less about any of the things they said. The three of you weren't particularly close either, they simply hung around you for the benefits of it. As class president, captain of the girls soccer team and member of the student council — you were one of the most 'looked up to' students at Nekoma. You didn't like to refer to yourself as 'popular' but preferred the term 'well-known'.
You were one of the highest achieving students in your year, placing second in the second years, and fifth in the school overall.
You excelled at everything you did, whether it be group projects, sports, PE, academics, crafts and so on. People admired you and often came to you for advice, you of course had to keep face as the model student they all thought you to be. Though entertaining their idea of you grew tiresome over time.
You didn't care about grades, you didn't care about popularity, status or any of that bullshit. You simply wanted to be deemed normal, you didn't want people to know anything about you, only the 'high achieving Y/n' they knew. Though the title came with it's pro's there were the con's too — people would constantly ask you to do them favours or help them out with trivial things you didn't see necessary. It was annoying, you hated them, but you did it anyway just to uphold the plastic image you'd created for yourself. The image they thought you to be.
"Everyone settle down! Today we're changing seating arrangements so make sure you leave your desk areas clean and tidy for the next person," your homeroom teacher announced as she walked into the classroom, settling all the chattering down.
You were about to get up from your seat to return to your own desk before Ruka randomly grabbed your wrist to stop you.
"What?" you asked with a raised brow.
"Please tell Kenma that I like him. I'm sure that if you do it he'll be interested since you're super smart and he'll think that everyone around you is smart too!" she practically begged. "And why are you already leaving, we haven't even drawn the lot's yet so we can just keep talking," Sayuri pointed out, "plus you're the class president so she can't really do much about it if she tries to reprimand you. You seriously need to start using those privileges properly Y/n."
"That isn't an excuse to disrespect the teacher," your response came with a subtle scoff and you went back to your desk right after, silently checking your phone for any new messages under the table while other student's names were being called out.
𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗶
Come to my classroom after school.
𝗬𝗼𝘂
I have soccer practice this afternoon.
Can we keep it short?
𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗶
How long?"
𝗬𝗼𝘂
15 minutes
I can't be late since I'm captain
𝗦𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗶
That's all the more reason you get to be late, they have to listen to you am I wrong?
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"Next is L/n Y/n," the teacher called out.
You barely registered her voice until she shouted your name again, this time you were brought back from your daze and immediately switched off your phone before walking up to her desk. She smiled brightly at you as you reached your hand inside the small box, feeling around the contents and pulled out a small piece of paper.
"Student number 1403," you read out, then looked back up at her — she was still smiling at you for some odd reason.
"That would be next to Hideaki kun!" she cheered then pointed to the back of the classroom, causing you to turn around to see where he was, "Behind Kozume kun there by the window," she elaborated.
You could've sworn you heard Ruka practically yelp in excitement at the mention of Kenma's name. You on the other hand, hesitated when turning around to look where he was now seated. His head hung low and you were certain still had his airpods in, no doubt playing a game on his phone under the table too. You sighed internally before making your way to the desk behind his and took your seat.
You seriously didn't get what Ruka saw in the guy, you were pretty sure you hadn't even heard his voice before, and if you did — you definitely forgot by now.
Before long, you found yourself staring at the back of his head unintentionally. Admittedly he did have nice hair, his head leaning forward caused most of it to hang down around his face, partly exposing a bit of his nape and you were able to spot about about two tiny, barely noticeable moles.
He had nice broad shoulders too you supposed, terrible posture — but that was a given with how he sat all the time.
Appearance wise, he was pretty damn good looking so you'd give Ruka credit for that. You were so hung up on analysing him that you'd almost forgotten about the favour she asked earlier. That being said, you got up slightly from your seat and leaned forward to tap him on the shoulder. He visibly flinched at the contact before reaching a hand under his hair, pulling out something white and reluctantly turning around to look at you. You were right about him still having his airpods in.
"Hi," you whispered, waving at him with cheerful smile on your face. "We're more or less desk mates now, I look forward to it," you figured you might as well make an effort in getting to know the guy since you would be sitting behind him for the whole term.
"Okay?" he murmured, almost as though unsure of why you were talking to him.
"You're Kozume Kenma right?" you asked, though it was rhetorical. "I'm L/n Y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"..."
You were sure of it now, he definitely just had his looks going for him. It was like talking to a damned brick wall, no personality whatsoever. "By the way, my friend Ruka over there told me to tell you that she has a thing for you, if you'd like I could hook you guys up," you offered with a mischievous smile while pointing at her. He glanced in her direction for hardly even a second before looking back at you and lifting the airpod back up to his ear.
"Why would she like someone as boring and plain looking as me?" he deadpanned before putting it in and turning around to face forward once again.
Your eyes widened in the silence that followed after before you broke out into a stupid grin when his words sunk in. "So you did hear us earlier," you had a feeling he might have, but ultimately decided to disregard it entirely, too lazy to bother thinking up an excuse in case he did.
"Hard not to when you talk so loud," his tone was bitter, he was undoubtedly annoyed by you at that point.
"I thought you were the awkward quiet kid, I didn't know you could start talking," you teased and you were sure you felt him glare at you from the corner of his eye, despite having his back to you.
"And I didn't know you couldn't stop," was all he said before raising the volume on his phone and resting his head on his desk to ignore you completely.
"Damn," you scoffed.
"Soooo, how'd it go!? I saw you talking to him earlier in class. Did you tell him I like him yet?" Ruka asked impatiently as the two of you made your way down the vacantly empty corridors after school.
"I didn't get the chance to, I tried to make conversation but he kept giving me half hearted responses before just flat out ignoring me" you partially lied, he didn't necessarily give you a proper answer when you told him about Ruka so you wouldn't say anything to her until he did. "Of course he would Y/n," she sighed then stopped to stand in front of you. "It's cause you always have that scary look on your face," she giggled then gently pulled at your cheeks to form a makeshift smile on your face.
"Guys like Kenma are scared of girls like that, they're into the more soft and cutesy type like me," she claimed.
You highly doubted that was the case but you decided against anything and simply smiled at her before looking down at your phone to check the time.
"Oh shit, I forgot my bag in mister Tachibana's class! I'll run and quickly go get it, you go ahead and get changed I'll meet you at the field!" you shouted before taking off in the other direction, not giving her the chance to add anything else. She opened her mouth in an attempt to say something but eventually decided not to when you were too far away.
"She always forgets her stuff in Tachibana's classroom.." she pouted to herself before turning to leave.