*Sexual situations*

“I thought you were an oaf.” The statement came unprovoked as they packed up for the evening. The library intercom had just announced fifteen minutes before closing. That beautiful rose color spread to Aoto’s neck this time, and Chūshi couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re not the first person to say that,” he laughed in an attempt to ignore his heart galloping in his chest. “And you won’t be the last. At least oaf-looking men are said to make good pediatricians.” Since the room was reserved for them and only one other session for the next few weeks, he left the textbooks on one of the shelves on the opposite wall.

“You… you want to be a doctor?” Those eyes raked him over which did nothing to calm his heart rate. “You know that they don’t just let anyone become one of those?”

Chūshi tried to hold back his laughter, but Aoto’s tone pulled it out of him as they left the study room. “You’re pretty funny, Aoto.”

“That wasn’t meant to be a joke. And a doctor wouldn’t be so informal.” He was back to being expressionless, but that didn’t stop Chūshi’s world from turning on its axis. Not many people could keep up with him; in fact even back in America he had few long-term friends because his words were often taken the wrong way. I want to see more sides of him.

“What should I call you then? As someone who is not almost failing English.” 

So cute, he thought watching Aoto’s face flush even more. The blush spread to his collarbones and Chūshi was so focused on reddening flesh he nearly missed Aoto’s response.

“Fine then, should I call you Oshiba-sensei?” The tone was sarcastic, but Chūshi’s dick wasn’t great at reading tone. He had  somehow made it through the entire session, but he now felt himself getting hard. What am I, a high school manga character?

“H-how about I call you Hoshino-kun?” They went through the main library doors and Chūshi’s eyes frantically sought a bathroom, closet, anything. “How about we settle on that for now? See you later.” He rushed into the nearest men’s room, thankful it was empty.

He blindly locked the bathroom stall door behind him, and threw his stuff to the ground instead of hanging it on the door hook. Chūshi wasn’t a horny man by nature, but he felt like a different person. 

No, he thought, not really a different person… His mind conjured up images of Aoto’s blush, but now he blushed and called him “Oshiba-sensei” while Chūshi marked his neck with hungry kisses, maring the pale skin. 

“Oshiba- kun, are you alright? I wasn’t going to say it before, but you look a little more unkempt today than usual.”

The way Chūshi’s fantasy suddenly stopped physically hurt and his body filled with pins and needles instead of pleasant warmth. Oh shit. Shit! Even if he tried to act like he’d just finished taking a leak, that part of him would give him away. If he tried to hide it with his bag it would be too obvious and bottom line, Aoto would still find out. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I’m a-alright, my stomach’s just bothering me.” Go away.

Absolute silence. Chūshi forced himself to stop in case Aoto could hear. He then heard the sound of a zipper and rattling, like pills in a bottle. “I’m going to hand you these under the door. I have… issues before exams.” Chūshi sighed in relief as he realized his secret was safe.

“T-thanks Hoshino-kun. You’re a lifesaver.”

Later, when Chūshi looked back at this moment, he would be thankful, but also full of regret. In the moment, he could only sigh in relief, which abruptly died in his throat when Aoto toppled over his own feet as he bent down, somehow pitching his upper torso to slide completely underneath the stall door.