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*Dubious consent*

After he had his night of firsts, he began his second life. The next time Aoto was cornered by Sensei after school, he didn’t bother fighting back. “I’ll let you do it as many times as you want today, but you have to wear a condom. And this is the first and last time.” 

Aoto didn’t know that there was still someone else on the school grounds. The next day as Aoto battled a sore asshole and aching back, he received nothing but probing stares. He chose to ignore them until one of his usual bullies approached him during lunch. Aoto usually sat on the roof because no one went up there for lunch.

“Is that how you pass all your classes?” His classmate’s eyes glinted like Sensei’s often did, and Aoto knew in that moment why he was the subject of stares, and that it meant surviving graduation would be an uphill battle.

“If you're jealous, I can open my mouth wide open for you,” he said with more confidence than he felt. He didn’t want to relive an experience like yesterday. “Sorry, back there is a little sore.”

From that point on, Aoto slept with anyone “in a pinch,” and didn’t make a big fuss. While he was praised for his sexual skills in the dark, no one dared speak to him during school hours.

The day of college entrance exams, the partner the night before had fucked him so hard it was impossible for him to properly focus, so his dream of escape evaporated with his average test scores. The weeks leading to graduation were dark as a result, and it was around that time that Aoto didn’t just lose his fear of cars, but his fear of death in general. Put more simply, he stopped caring.

Luckily, the local school was big enough that he didn’t run into his past classmates. But they knew he attended the same university and it only took two months for most of the campus to be somewhat aware of his status as being like that.

He wanted to avoid fanning the flames if only to avoid being stared at by everyone 24/7, so he made a rule to avoid hookups with students that attended the same university. And that rule worked for a long time. He’d never considered breaking it. 

That is, until Chūshi.

His biting tone mixed with the intense look in his carmel eyes earlier that day stuck with him. And when he’d opened the email with his tutoring assignment information, the air evaporated from his lungs when he saw the very young man who’d been so callous considering his stalking behavior, would be his tutor for the semester. Chūshi Oshiba. 

The other young man wasn’t his ideal type by any means, but every time he recalled those open, honest eyes and full lips smirking at him in his mind’s eye, his heartbeat picked up speed.

And then he would conjure up Chūshi in various states of undress, and then the other young man would undress him. And almost every time Aoto would eagerly reach for the clasp of Chūshi’s pants to swallow him whole.

Why do I want to get on my knees for that oaf? 

It was a good question, though he already knew the answer; the “oaf” in question was so built that there was no way he didn’t have a sizable dick, one to rival Toma’s. Aoto wanted the other young man for that alone, but he didn’t feel great about it. 

School grounds aren’t hunting grounds, dumbass. The rumors that could start from anything that happened on campus  were ones he knew a straight guy like Chūshi wouldn’t be able to take, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing. 

Of course, there was the fact that the other young man was supposed to be helping him pass English; there was no way in hell that he could pass without a tutor, and he couldn’t do better than a native English speaker.

But from Chūshi’s earlier behavior, Aoto didn’t think he would want to tutor him now. Or be in the same room as him. Guess the rumors about you being a frigid bitch are true. 

Just like the fucking rest of them. He sighed as he lay in the dark, staring up at his ceiling. 

Even so, his brain kept feeding him daydreams of Chūshi. I want to feel him… for real…