#i hate this specific professor with a passion

[sunny-daze-days]

I'm experiencing an episode of what I like to call peanut butter mouth

What is peanut butter mouth you might ask?

Well it's not literally me having peanut butter in my mouth if that's what you're thinking. It's an episode of semi-nonverbalism that's generally brought on by negative circumstance where I *can* talk it just feels like I have a fuckton of peanut butter in my mouth so it's very difficult to open and close my mouth and make words come out. My voice gets stuck in my throat when this happens to.

But I can make myself talk if I have to. So generally I don't think it counts as going fully temporarily nonverbal but whatever. I dont know if anyone else experiences anything like this but i do.

Anyway this time it was brought on by me finding out I do, in fact, have that 2-4:50 lab section I hate with the most nails on a chalkboard professor I have. I thought it had been canceled, but apparently not, and I had looked forward to not going anywhere, but if I don't go, then I'll have to write a stupid ass 3000 word paper. And I know she's gonna make my ass talk even if it's difficult for me to do.

[apocalypticdemon]

only seven more weeks before I never have to do ethnographic work again. it's so far away but also..... so close.....

[wheeboo]

pulse points | wen junhui

SYNOPSIS. Being the TA for your anatomy class has always been really rewarding, especially stemming in your passion for the medical field. But as it’s approaching the peak of the school semester and labs have gotten more intense, you aren’t surprised to be dedicating your time to tutoring your strangely handsome, dorky, yet enigmatic classmate during after school hours — and reassuring him how to not be afraid of dissections. PAIRING. wen junhui x TA!reader (ft. performance unit as jun's roommates + mentions of wonwoo and jihoon) GENRE. fluff, classmates to lovers, humour WARNINGS/TAGS. unrealistic TA x student dynamics lmao, lots of medical sciency-anatomy talk, talks about dissections n cutting into things (they dissect a sheep brain), mentions of tools used for dissections, yn is wayyy too studious its a bit unhealthy perhaps, their love language is napping together n sharing food :(, alcohol and drinking (yn gets drunk 😣), they flirt in the middle of a damn dissection AHHAHA WORD COUNT. 15.9k

notes: this is my fic for the "back to school" collab hosted by @camandemstudios! i hope u all enjoy <3 was lowkey hating this fic as i wrote it but... i think it turned out fine?!?! thank you to all my moots, specifically @bananabubble @slytherinshua @etherealyoungk and the collab discord server for either helping me w ideas n brainrot or reading over the fic!! love u all to the stars and back <3

Three dollars is not enough for Jun to buy himself lunch. 

He could probably snag himself a stale, English muffin from the dining hall, but then he’d be walking around campus with a dry tongue until after his classes end. And unsurprisingly, he forgot his water bottle back in his apartment. Briefly, he considers texting Soonyoung or Minghao to perhaps drop by the apartment and grab his water bottle or even a quick snack that’ll last him, but the two of them were already knee deep enough of responsibilities of their own. 

Fucking capitalism. 

He’s already out of breath speed walking all the way from across campus and through four different hallways. The large windows of the science building bring in the natural sunlight at the peak of the afternoon, allowing it to cascade across the polished floors and right to the ends of his feet with every step that he takes. 

Jun purses his lips together tightly as he rounds one last corner before arriving in front of his current class: Anatomy. The quick glance at the time displayed on his phone shows that he’s around eight minutes late, which is way better than the fifteen minutes from last week. His shoulders slouch slightly with a bit of dread as he reaches for the doorknob and pulls it open.

Compared to the beginning of the year, there’s more empty seats in the lecture hall now. Honestly, Jun is surprised he hasn’t dropped out of the class yet, because his grade in all honesty isn’t… the best, to put it simply𑁋he’s passing, somehow, but just barely.

But he simply can’t afford to drop it and take on a new class like a snap of a finger, and he knows that if he bails now, he’ll only be prolonging his graduation date, a situation neither his parents nor his bank account would be happy about. He wasn’t even supposed to be in this class in the first place, but his horrible procrastination habits and the fact that the other classes he wanted filled up so quickly left him with no other choice.

Jun sits down in a seat near the back of the class, trying to blend in and hoping the professor won’t notice his tardiness. He swiftly pulls out his notebook and laptop and redirects his focus to the front of the classroom, where he sees Professor Lee already lecturing something about vascular anatomy and blood circulation, motioning towards the slideshow displayed on the screen. 

“…the brachiocephalic trunk branches off the aortic arch, which divides into the right subclavian artery and the right common carotid artery. These arteries supply blood to the arm and the brain, respectively…”

The words seem to flow through his brain like water. Even when he jots them down in his notes for him to study later, he reads the words like hieroglyphics. Perhaps it’s the hunger getting to him or just the mounting stress, but the lecture feels like it’s slipping through his fingers.

By the time Professor Lee finishes with the lecture, he has five pages of notes that feel like a jumble of terms and diagrams.

However, just as he thought he might finally catch a break, the slideshow switches to the next slide. 

“Now, let’s discuss the final major lab that will be crucial for your grades,” Professor Lee explains, a determined look on his face. “Your dissections that you will be finishing the year off with. I’m letting you all know about these in advance so you would have plenty of time to prepare.”

Jun’s stomach drops. Dissections. Of course, he knew it was coming, as it was quite literally listed in eye-catching bold letters in the syllabus at the beginning of the term. Yet the thought of cutting into anything and seeing its insides makes him almost squeamish. 

“This will account for a significant portion of your final grade. I can’t stress enough how important it is to take this seriously. Remember that dissections aren’t just about retaining names and locations in the body. They’re about seeing the relationships between different structures and understanding how they function together in real life.”

Every fibre of his being is aching for him to raise his hand and stupidly refute. He imagines what he’d say𑁋“I’m not good with blood,” or “Is there another activity I could do because I’m absolutely scared shitless?”𑁋but the words stick in his throat. Instead, he slouches further in his seat, hoping to disappear. He weighs all of his options, but they’re all equally unappealing: he can’t drop the class, he can’t afford to fail, and he certainly can’t magically become proficient at dissections overnight.

“Since the class has an uneven amount of students and the limited amount of specimens we have, I’ve decided to pair you all up. Y/N, may you hand out the partner lists?”

Jun feels himself tense in his seat as his eyes scan the room and land on you. Not only are you the TA of the class, but your seemingly calm demeanour as you drift throughout the room handing each student paperwork makes you appear almost intimidating to his eyes. 

When you finally reach him, he swears he catches a glimpse of a slight curl to your lips as you silently hand him the slip of paper that contains his partner assignment, before walking down to the next person. 

At first, the paper essentially states the same information that was discussed earlier: the dissection assignment, guidelines, and a list of required materials. But then his gaze falls to the part that matters most: his partner's name.

Y/N L/N, it reads. You’re his partner. Shit.

Your calm, composed attitude and role as the TA have already set a high bar for expectations in his mind. You’re probably going to be hyperanalysing and dissecting every aspect of his class performance, knowing his poor little heart wouldn’t be able to handle all that. You probably already have this tarnished reputation of him in your mind, with his frequent tardiness and the amount of times he’s dozed off in class.

Jun glances around the lecture hall, noticing other students exchanging whispers and glances at their own partner assignments. Some seem relieved, while others look as apprehensive as he feels. His stomach churns with the thought of having to work closely with you.

Professor Lee clears his throat and speaks, “Now that you all know your partners, I request that you all sit next to each other. These will be your seats starting from today and until the lab finishes. I also strongly encourage you all to exchange contact information with each other. Your collaboration together will be vital to your success in this lab.”

As the students shuffle around, Jun finds himself stuck in an uncomfortable limbo, watching as everyone pairs up and settles into their new seats, naturally exchanging contact information with one another. Then he shuffles for his backpack that was leaning against his chair in order to go find where you sit, but as he’s about to stand up, he’s met with you taking a seat right next to him.

Your eyes meet. A faint smile crosses your features. His backpack slips off his shoulders and falls to the floor with a dramatic thump.

“Hi,” You greet him softly, before offering a hand to him. “Granola bar? Had an extra one.”

Jun just blinks, eyes flickering between your face and the hand you have extended out to him. Then he awkwardly clears his throat, tentatively reaching out to grab the granola bar from your grasp, and the warmth emitting from your hand seems to crawl up his neck. 

“Thanks,” he mutters sheepishly, shifting his gaze away to hide a small upturn to the corners of his lips. 

The rest of class passes by in a blur, mainly with Professor Lee going over proper attire to wear and safety protocols for the dissection labs. And when the clock strikes dismissal time, students begin to filter out of the lecture hall, chatting amongst themselves as Jun struggles to stuff his laptop inside his backpack. 

You’re already gone to the front to talk to Professor Lee when Jun looks over. He watches as you hand in what looks like a stack of paper, only to be given another one right back, probably of assignments that the class has done lately. The air of professionalism that surrounds you is quite admirable, he would say. 

You seem to exchange a few more words with Professor Lee before turning on your heel to leave the lecture hall, the stack of papers neatly held under your arm.

By the time Jun is already on his way to his next class, he pulls the granola bar that you had given him out from the pocket of his jeans, unwrapping it and taking a bite out of it, savouring the moment as it relieves his nerves and gnawing hunger. 

Then by the time finishes his last class for the day, reality hits him the second he steps out of the building. Figuratively, and maybe even literally, at this point. 

He forgot to get your number for this lab.

The click of your pen echoes throughout the vast lecture hall. Unintelligible mutters leave your lips as your eyes quickly scan over the papers in front of you with ease. Among the many tasks you have assigned as TA, grading assignments is one of them, and you find yourself marking and correcting each paper just as you’ve done many times before. 

There used to be rumours floating around that your grading style was particularly strict, even more so than Professor Lee. Though it was probably spread around with the intention to intimidate other students and establish your reputation as someone annoyingly meticulous, you hardly let it get to you. 

The truth is, you were fair in your grading, but thorough. You didn’t see the point in letting half-baked work slide, especially when you knew these assignments could determine someone’s future. Medicine has been your passion for as long as you could remember, and that dedication extended into almost everything you did. Being the TA for the class was just one factor of it. 

It’s much, much quieter after school hours when most classes have finished for the day, and it’s natural to bask in the peacefulness that drifts throughout the barren room. You sort out the papers in front of you in a neat stack before taking a moment to stretch your arms up above your head, a soft sigh leaving you at the tension dissipating away from your limbs. 

As you begin to shuffle through all the papers in front of you𑁋separating them into piles of graded assignments and unfinished ones that you’ll save for later on𑁋there’s a quiet knock at the door that makes you pause in place. You turn your head towards the door, anticipating for someone to come in. 

Then another knock.

You swear you see some sort of shadow in the door window. It appears then disappears, and you  roll your eyes, thinking it was just someone who was lost or purposely going around knocking on each door (which has happened way more than one could expect). 

The shadow appears again, and this time, you decide on heading to the door yourself. And as you twist the doorknob and pull the door open simultaneously, you find yourself coming face-to-face with Jun, who looks a bit sheepish as he’s caught mid-knock. His eyes widen upon seeing you right in front of him, and he brings his hand down to his side. 

You blink up at him, not expecting for him to be here at this moment of the day.

“Junhui?” 

It’s at this point of his life that Jun realises he really isn’t used to people calling him by his proper first name. But the way you say it is different𑁋soft and warm, like an unexpected compliment.

“Uh, hi,” he greets a tad bit awkwardly, mentally slapping himself in the face. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” 

“Oh, no, you’re not. Don’t worry,” You tell him reassuringly, catching the way his eyes seem to flicker everywhere but on you. “Is there anything I can help you with?” 

Jun fidgets slightly, his gaze bouncing between the floor and your face. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “Actually, I... um, forgot to get your number earlier today. For… for the lab, I mean. Professor Lee said we should exchange information so I thought I would ask. Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

You raise an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing at your lips. “Ah, I see. No problem. I’m glad you came by to get it. Here, let me just𑁋”

You shove into your back pocket to retrieve your phone, only to feel that it wasn’t there. Then you glance over to your desk, seeing it sitting next to your abundance of papers, before returning back to Jun.

You shove a hand into your back pocket to retrieve your phone, only to feel that it wasn’t there. Then you glance over to your desk, seeing it sitting next to your abundance of papers, before returning back to Jun.

“Here, you can come in. Let me just get my phone real quick.” You step to the side and open the door wider for him.

Jun visibly hesitates in the doorway, before muttering a quiet thank you and stepping inside the lecture hall. It’s certainly a sight to see the room so stripped of other students besides you and him, the sounds of his footsteps bouncing off the walls. He takes in the stacks of papers that you have spread across your desk, and he feels some nerves snake their way up his spine at the thought of you grading his work.

“Wow, that looks like a lot,” he comments gingerly. 

“Yeah, it’s quite the pile, right?” You agree with a light chuckle as you grab your phone and unlock it. “Always happens near the end of the sem.” 

Jun’s eyes wash over you with a look of concern. “That seems… stressful.”

You just shrug nonchalantly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. Besides, it keeps me busy.” 

“Well, you should get some good rest after this then,” he remarks coolly. 

“Wish I could, but I have some tutoring scheduled in about half an hour,” You say, tone warm but tinged with a hint of weariness as you glance at the time on your phone. “One of the students in the intro biology class needs help with some of the basics before their midterm. So… rest will have to wait.”

From that, Jun shifts awkwardly, his fingers playing with the strap of his backpack. His brain races as he considers his options. You’re clearly knowledgeable and dedicated, not to mention you seem approachable, but the thought of admitting how much he’s struggling makes his throat dry, plus the guilt of adding more to your busy plate. 

“Tutoring, huh?” Jun finally says, trying to sound casual. “Is that… something you do a lot?”

You nod, tapping away on your phone as you pull up your contact information. “Yeah, actually. It’s nice to help people out. Keeps me up with the material too. Usually I’m free most days at any time after classes.”

Jun continues to gaze at you wonderingly until after you pick up your head to look at him, to which he faces away immediately. He scratches the back of his neck bashfully, before fixing his posture and clearing his throat.

“Do you… have room for one more student?” Then he feels the immediate regret afterwards. “It’s okay if not. I know that you’re busy and all that𑁋”

“Junhui,” You interrupt gently, a calm smile on your face. “I have room. Don’t worry about it.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, the reassuring warmth on your face easing the knots in his stomach. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“I’d be more than happy to find a time that works for us both. Just let me know what you need, and we’ll figure a time out. We’re lab partners, after all,” You say gleefully. “Speaking of which, you can put your number in here.”

You extend an arm with your phone in-hand. Jun takes the phone from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment, and types in his phone number and information. When he hands the phone back, he looks up to meet your eyes, trying to muster a more confident expression.

“Thank you so much, really, I…” His voice trails off for a moment, trying to regain his words. “I’ll owe you one for this, truly.” 

“There’s no need.”

Jun shakes his head. “Seriously, I’ll feel bad.”

You bite at your bottom lip in thought, an endearing look washing over your features as you consider his insistence. The pleading in his eyes is hard to ignore, and it makes your heart soften in your chest. You take a moment to think before offering a small, playful grin.

“Alright.” You cross your arms together. “We’ll see.” 

Perhaps… you aren’t as intimidating as he thinks.

Jun is staring at a sheep brain. 

Not a real one𑁋a picture of one, specifically. It’s apparently very similar to the human brain, and the specimen he’s expected to dissect for the upcoming lab. 

He stares at the image displayed on the large screen right before his eyes, feeling a strange mix of fascination and dread. The detailed structures and labels are overwhelming, each word swimming in and out of focus as he tries to absorb the information. It's not that he isn't interested𑁋on the contrary, there's a part of him that's genuinely curious about how it all works, and the other part of him is utterly disturbed. 

You’re sitting next to him again, just like everyone else is sitting next to their partners, taking notes and even drawing a very rushed outline of the brain on your paper. 

“We have to dissect that…?” Jun whispers under his breath, as if speaking any louder might bring the brain to life. 

“Yep,” You reply, glancing over at Jun. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Jun attempts to stifle a groan, eyes going between the image on the screen and down to his near-empty notes. He can’t help but wonder how on earth he’s going to get through this without completely embarrassing himself.

Letting your eyes roam over Jun for a moment, the visible discomfort in the way he crosses his arms together and the furrow in his brow doesn’t escape your notice. Casually, you scoot your chair towards him a little bit, along with your notebook so that it’s settled in the space between the two of you with the outline of the brain clearly visible on the page. Your shoulder almost brushes against his. 

“Here,” You say softly, tapping your pen on the page. “I’ve got the main structures labeled already. You can add them to your notes if you want. I can explain it to you in more detail when you come to tutoring tomorrow?”

Oh, that’s right. Tomorrow is the day you both were free and decided it was the day where Jun could stop by after classes end to have his first tutoring session with you. 

“Yeah, uh, that would be great,” Jun responds quietly, peeking over at how neat and organised your notes appeared to be. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” You nod, before soundlessly shuffling inside your bag and extending it out to Jun. “Granola bar?” 

Jun glances at the granola bar being offered by you, its wrapper crinkling slightly as you hold it out to him. He smiles, a little lopsided but genuine, and takes the bar from you. The hesitation in his shoulders has deflated slightly than from the first time you proposed one to him. 

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

“Bro, are you going out on a date or what? You’re stinking up a storm here.” Soonyoung lets out a few dramatic coughs at the sudden sharp scent of Minghao’s perfume hitting his nose, followed by Chan behind him nearly gagging at the smell. Though obviously one would expect for the owner himself to be the one using it, he certainly didn’t expect for the culprit to be none other than Jun.

Okay, yes, he may have accidentally sprayed a shit ton of Minghao’s perfume on himself, which was a bit of an overkill. But he clearly wasn’t thinking straight after waking up from a nap between deciding to take a really quick shower or stealing his roommate’s expensive perfume. 

“You think this is too much?” Jun asks unsurely. 

Beside him, Chan rolls his eyes while clutching a bowl of ramen. “You smell like you’re trying to cover up a crime scene. It might suffocate someone. Where are you even going anyway?”

Jun clears his throat. “Tutoring𑁋”

“Tutoring?!” Soonyoung exclaims in surprise. “For which class?”

“Anatomy𑁋”

“Hell no,” Soonyoung crinkles his nose at the mention of anatomy. “You're telling me you’re getting all dolled up for a tutoring session on dissecting brains and guts? Are you trying to seduce the organs or something?” 

Jun groans at his roommate’s words, shaking his head. But before he can say anything in response, Chan seems to beat him to it.

“Don’t you have this really strict TA in your class too? I’ve heard that they don’t even offer partial credit or crack a smile during lectures. Like, they’re just a machine, dude,” the youngest adds in.

It’s quite literally insane to hear that kind of description about you leave Chan’s mouth when all of his interactions with you have been nothing but short and sweet, to put it simply. Though he won’t deny he’s heard all those rumours spread around about you𑁋that you’re strict, and perhaps a bit intimidating. He’s had his fair share of moments where he felt overwhelmed by your grading and meticulous nature. Yet from what he’s seen of you so far, you’re passionate, friendly if anything, and your smile is… cute. 

Jun only shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, they’re in my class, but I’m just trying to get my grade up before the year ends. I think I can handle them.” 

Soonyoung huffs a breath, stepping up to Jun and giving him some sort of comforting pat on the back, almost like he feels bad for him. 

“Well, good luck, dude,” he reassures him, though it hardly eases Jun’s nerves at all. “Don’t get crucified in there.” 

As Jun wanders down the familiar hallway to the classroom, he finds his thoughts beginning to second-guess everything. What if he ultimately fails meeting your expectation at the end of the session? What if he struggles to fully grasp the material and ends up looking like an absolute fool in front of you by the time the real dissections roll around? 

However, those thoughts are pushed away when the door to the classroom swings open before he has the opportunity to knock, with you standing on the other side. Your face seems to light up at the sight of him, and it makes Jun briefly think about what Soonyoung said earlier about you. Like… was he talking about the same person?

“Hey, you made it,” You greet him, stepping aside so he could walk in. “Let me just finish organising some things and we can start.” 

Jun’s eyelashes bat together in curiosity as he watches you rummage through some papers, before deciding it's worth sitting down to wait for you. He places himself down an empty desk, fishing out his notebook and laptop and whatever he may need, though he doesn’t really know. By the time you’re making your way over to him, you set your stuff right next to his. 

“Okay.” You let out a relieved breath, peering at him. “Where do you want to start?” 

Oh, he hadn’t really thought that far ahead yet.

“Uh,” Jun stammers, fumbling for a moment, his mind suddenly drawing blanks. He quickly opens his notebook to the page where he had jotted down some half-baked notes during class and is staring back at him like a puzzle missing half its pieces. “Maybe… maybe we can start with what we’re going over in class right now? And just go down from there?”

“We can do that,” You agree without hesitation, leaning in more so that you were able to see his notes. Jun draws himself slightly back. “So, as you know, we’re going to have to be familiar with the parts and functions of the brain since it’s also part of the dissections. What I like to do is break it down into smaller sections and tackle each one individually. It might make the whole thing less overwhelming.”

Jun just nods, appreciating the way you’re making things more approachable. 

You grab a blank sheet of paper and draw a quick, simple outline of the brain, labeling the major parts with clear, concise notes. “Let’s go over the basics𑁋the cerebrum, cerebellum, and brainstem. These are the main regions we need to understand before diving into all the nitty-gritty details. Is that okay?”

He nods again, moving back slightly closer so he can see what you’re drawing. 

“The cerebrum is the largest part of the brain and is responsible for higher brain functions like thinking, reasoning, and sensory processing,” You continue, pointing to the relevant part of your drawing. “It’s divided into the left and right hemispheres, and each one controls the opposite side of the body.”

Jun watches as you explain, occasionally nodding to show he’s following along. There’s something calming about the way you speak𑁋gentle, but confident, filled with poise. He tries to shake off the thought, reminding himself that he’s here to study, not to admire the way your eyes light up when you speak so passionately about a topic as ridiculous and complex as the damn brain. 

You’re so different from what people say. There’s no sign of the strict, no-nonsense TA everyone talks about. 

“...and that’s why the frontal lobe is so important for decision-making and problem-solving. I like comparing it to, let’s say, a CEO,” You explain. “It’s where a lot of our executive functions happen. Think of it as the brain’s ‘boss’ making the big decisions and planning.”

Jun blinks for a moment, snapping back to attention, quickly jotting down a note to make it seem like he was paying attention. He actually was, sort of. Somehow he’s lucky enough for you to not notice him being distracted (or you do, and he’s the one who didn’t notice). 

“Frontal lobe, right,” he mutters lowly, under his breath.

“The cerebellum is our little assistant to the CEO. It’s responsible for our movement, coordination, and balance,” You say, pointing to a spot on the sketch at the very back of the brain and above the brainstem. “Think of it as the brain’s quality control. It just makes sure that whatever movements we do are smooth and precise, so…” 

Nope. He still can’t detect those rumours that paint you as some sort of cold, calculated, and harsh TA. He spots not a single one of those in your demeanour. Briefly, he wonders whether or not those rumours bother you, if they’ve ever bothered you or made you feel misunderstood. Swiftly, though, he brushes those thoughts away𑁋he’s more focused on you than the material at hand. 

It’s hard not to look at you, in all honesty. 

“Junhui?” Your voice pulls him back to reality.

“Huh?” he responds, a little too quickly.

You tilt your head slightly, a small, knowing smile on your lips. “I asked if you’re ready to move on to the brainstem, or do you want to go over the cerebellum again?”

“Oh, um… no, I’m good,” he says, feeling his face heat up slightly. He hopes you don’t notice how flustered he is. “Let’s move on.”

You nod, satisfied with his answer, and continue your explanation, turning your attention to the next section of the brain. 

“The brainstem,” You begin, pointing to an area at the bottom of the brain with the pencil. “is like the brain's relay station. It connects the brain to the spinal cord and controls many of the body’s automatic functions, like breathing, heart rate, and digestion. Without it, our bodies wouldn't be able to function properly…”

Jun observes as you draw a line down the sketch, clearly marking the brainstem. He’s listening, or at least trying to, but his mind keeps drifting back to how comfortable this whole situation feels. He expected to be a nervous wreck, fumbling through explanations and possibly embarrassing himself in front of you. But instead, he finds himself oddly at ease, more focused on how you’re able to break down the complex information into something so much more digestible.

“Still with me?” You ask suddenly, looking up from your notes to meet his gaze.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Jun answers unsurely, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. He offers a small smile, hoping it masks his earlier distraction.

A flicker of amusement flashes in your eyes, and there’s a warmth in your expression that puts Jun further at ease. “Okay, great. We can continue then.”

The rest of the session goes by surprisingly rather quickly. You guide Jun through the material, your explanations helping Jun absorb the information more effectively than the regular in-class lectures. It makes him think about how great you would be as a professor, or anything in the medical field. Everything just seems to flow out of you seamlessly as you discuss various brain functions and their relevance to anatomy and dissections.

As Jun is finishing up the last of some notes, you ask, “Would you mind if I write you a little sticky note? To tell you what to look over when you’re reviewing on your own?” 

Jun looks up, a bit surprised but grateful. “That would be good, thank you.” 

You stand up to retrieve a sticky note from Professor’s Lee desk, before returning back to Jun and writing down: 

Review over neuroanatomy and its functions! •ᴗ•  

Finally, you plaster the sticky note at the corner of the page in his notebook. 

There’s a comfortable silence that follows as you both gather your belongings. It feels like a small victory for Jun𑁋he not only survived the session but actually, in a way, enjoyed it.

As you both stand up, ready to leave, you glance over at him.

“By the way, I don’t think you need all that perfume on,” You say, a hint of laughter in your voice.

Jun’s eyes widen, caught off-guard. Shit. “Oh, uh𑁋yeah, that…”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “It’s not that it’s bad, it’s just… a little overwhelming. Maybe tone it down next time?”

Jun’s face flushes as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry, I uh… was rushing and just grabbed what I could find. I didn’t mean to overdo it.”

“You’re all good,” You reassure him, still smiling as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “Just a little heads-up. So, anyway, for the next session…”

Next session? His jaw nearly drops to the floor at your casual mention of a next session. 

“...I think I’ll try and set up a little lesson plan we can reference off of… probably review over the cardiovascular system…”

“You… You don’t have to do all that,” Jun interjects. “It sounds like a lot of work.” 

You dismiss him off with a reassuring wave. “It’s no trouble. I think it’ll help to have a structured plan for us to follow. It’ll make sure we cover everything orderly.” 

Jun zips his mouth shut and just nods in agreement, unable to hide the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, biting it back when he hangs his head down to the ground. When he perks back up, he finds you over at Professor Lee’s desk, sorting through some papers before organising the stack and preparing to finally leave. He opens his mouth, but the words he wanted to say stick to his tongue.

“I’ll see you later?” Jun calls out to you instead, his voice bouncing off the walls of the lecture hall. 

You glance up at him in acknowledgment. “I’ll see you later, Junhui.”

He takes a visible gulp.

“Jun,” he suddenly says, saying it as if he were correcting you, which in a way, he is, but it comes out a bit awkwardly. “You can call me just Jun, if you’d like.” 

A wave of surprise washes over your features, before ultimately fading into a pleasant smile.

“Alright, Just Jun,” You reply, tilting your head slightly. “I’ll see you later.” 

One could probably say you’re a party pooper. Not necessarily intentionally, but instead of filling up your college experience with going to parties and social events, you find yourself buried within pages of textbooks. Your weekends aren’t filled with the chaoticness of drinking and loosening up; rather, they consist of quiet study sessions in your room and creating new lecture material.

You’re not avoiding fun𑁋at least, that’s what you always tell yourself𑁋you’re just focused on achieving your academic goals.

It’s a routine carved ever since you were younger, your parents constantly instilling that education is the key to success, and you’ve taken that message to heart. From an early age, you learned to prioritise your studies over everything else. As you grew older, you carried that mindset with you, where you’ve become known among your peers as the diligent, dependable student and TA who always has their priorities straight.

Your schedule is precise, your assignments are always turned in on time, always prepared for every quiz and exam, and your grades reflect the countless hours you’ve spent studying. It’s a reputation you’re proud of, but it also comes with a certain level of pressure𑁋pressure to maintain those high standards, to never let yourself slip.

You sit back in the seat, satisfied after crafting a proper lesson plan and organising your materials for your next tutoring session. When you glance over at your planner to see who was coming in today, the name that you spot is𑁋

Knock. 

You glance up from your planner and over to the door. “Come in!”

It takes a few moments for the door to swing in, and the tall figure that steps through is unmistakable𑁋light brown hair slightly fluffed out, a half-opened black backpack hanging on his shoulders, and an oversized hoodie that appeared way more comfortable than it needed to be.

“Jun?” You look at the time on your phone. “You’re here early.” 

“Oh, yeah…” Jun runs a hand through his tousled hair. “I thought showing up early could give us some extra time, maybe. Unless… unless you’re still busy?” 

You shake your head. “Don’t worry, you’re fine. Just give me a few minutes and then we can start?”

“Yeah. Take all the time that you need.” 

Once again, it’s only the two of you in the lecture hall. He ponders if you’ve tutored any students before him today, hovering near you as he watches you sort through some papers and adjust your notes. The room is quiet except for the faint rustle of papers and the soft hum of the air conditioning. Jun can sense his curiosity growing within him, making him fidget with the strap of his backpack. 

“So, uh… how long have you been a TA for Professor Lee?” 

You pick your head up from your papers, fingers resting at the edge of the desk. 

“Since the beginning of the year,” You reply. “I got recommended to him by some previous professors, and I guess I couldn’t say no to the opportunity.”

Jun nods slowly, thoughtfully. “Do you like it? Being a TA, I mean.”

You consider his question for a moment, feeling a bit reflective as you answer, “I do, actually. It’s hard but rewarding, you know? I get to help students understand the material better, and I learn a lot in the process too. It’s a good balance between teaching and learning, I would say.”

Jun takes in your words attentively, peeking his eyes toward you with an almost shy smile. There’s a quiet admiration in the way he looks at you that you don’t notice, as if he’s trying to understand how you manage to keep everything together so well. Then a moment of silence fills the space between you two, not uncomfortable, maybe a bit awkward on his end, but more contemplative.

Jun shifts this abominable weight pressing down on him from one foot to the other. He’s not used to being in situations like this𑁋alone with someone who seems so put together, so sure of themselves. It’s both inspiring and a little intimidating. The silence seems to stretch, and you can see the gears turning in his head, like he’s on the verge of saying something but can’t quite find the right words.

“I guess I wonder how you manage it all so well,” he remarks timidly. “You’re always so organised and… on top of things. I’m curious how you do it.”

You purse your lips together into a thin line and simply shrug your shoulders. “I’ve always had high expectations for myself growing up and I guess it’s carried into everything I do now. It’s become second nature, really.” 

As Jun takes in your words, that sense of admiration seems to soften into a bit of worry. It’s amazing that you could handle so many responsibilities at once, but the more he thinks about it, the more it seems like a lot of stress and pressure to manage. He wonders if you ever feel overwhelmed or if it ever gets too much to handle at times. 

You probably do𑁋you’re human, after all𑁋and a twinge of concern snakes up his spine as he thinks about.

“Anyway, hm… I was thinking about going over the cardiovascular system for this session. What do you say?” You ask him.

Jun snaps out of his thoughts, walking briskly over towards the desk to take a seat. “Oh, yeah. That sounds good.” 

The session is just similar to last time: you begin by outlining the cardiovascular system, breaking it down into different sections just as you did with the brain, and using relatable analogies with associating each part with their functions.

“...so the heart has four chambers: the left and right atria plus the left and right ventricles,” You explain, pointing down to the drawing you made with the tip of your pencil. “The right side deals with deoxygenated blood, while the left side handles oxygenated blood. The heart’s valves make sure that blood flows in the correct direction. Think of it like… traffic signals.”

“Traffic signals…” Jun mutters to himself as he writes down notes. Knowing that this is all going on within his own body wraps around his mind uncomfortably.

As you continue explaining, there’s that light again that Jun detects in your eyes, as well as the subtle lift to your lips that makes your voice just a step higher. His gaze also follows your hands that you unknowingly maneuver when you talk, the movements graceful and expressive, like you’re bringing the material to life.

“Are you familiar with where all your pulse points are?” 

Jun lifts a brow, thinking for a second, before taking a finger down to his wrist. “I think so. There’s one here… on the wrist…”

“The radial artery.”

“Radial artery. Yeah.” Then he drags the tip of his finger up to his inner elbow. “There’s also one here. The brachial artery, right?”

“You got it.” 

He grins bashfully at that, though it’s quick to fade when he focuses again, pointing down to his leg. “There’s also two here. Femoral and… pop… Popliteal?”

“You’re right,” You confirm wholeheartedly, and Jun’s heart flutters in small victory. 

Jun then brings his hand back up, using two fingers to point to a spot on his neck. 

“And, uh… The one here on the neck. It’s…” He continues pressing down into his skin to find where he can feel his pulse, but your eyes on him is causing him to feel a bit self-conscious. “Uh…”

“The carotid artery. Right here.”

Before Jun has a chance to correct himself, you’re suddenly scooting closer to him in your chair, leaning in and extending an arm out towards him. The sudden contact of your fingers on the side of his neck makes his eyes widen and his breath to hitch. 

Your fingers rest gently on the side of his neck, just below his jawline, and for a brief moment, the world outside of the lecture hall seems to disappear. The visible swallow of his Adam’s apple isn’t hard to miss as he tries to focus on anything but the sensation of your hand on his neck.

Heat washes over his face, and he swears to himself that you could most definitely feel the way his pulse is running marathons under your touch. All of a sudden his tongue goes dry, his limbs go numb, and the way you’re so close to him makes it hard for him to properly think straight, let alone form any sort of coherent response.

Your eyes meet for a singular millisecond, too quick that Jun could have possibly been imagining it.

Pulling your hand away, you clear your throat soundly. “Try it.”

It takes Jun a moment to register you were talking to him, and he tentatively replaces the spot where your fingers were at with his own.

“Right here?” he asks.

“Mhm.” Your gaze roams over his concentrated face. “Apply a bit of pressure. That’s the carotid artery doing its work.” 

His pulse is certainly fast. The thought has him sinking into a pit of embarrassment. 

But he only nods, keeping his voice steady as he says, “Yeah, I feel it.”

“So whenever you want to count your heart rate, this is one of the places you can check,” You instruct. “You can just press down on that spot and count the number of beats you feel in 15 seconds. Then, multiply that number by four, and you’ll have your heart rate in beats per minute.”

Jun attempts to listen to his heart rate, but the attentive look you have on your face as you watch him makes it really hard to properly count. So he chooses to let his hand fall back down. He wouldn’t be able to calculate it with you here with him anyway. 

When the two of you meet eyes for the nth time, there’s a fleeting, almost electric moment of mutual awareness. None of you acknowledge it, yet it awkwardly lingers in the air. Warmth spreads across Jun’s chest, coupled with a nervous energy that makes his heart beat soar just a little faster.

You break the tension with an airy chuckle. “Are you ready to move on?” 

Jun blinks a few times, shaking off whatever awkwardness swirling around him, and nods quickly. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

By the time he gets back to his apartment later that evening and begins to unpack his things from his backpack, a small piece of pink paper flutters down to the floor like a feather, landing by his foot. It’s a sticky note, reading:

Good sesh today •ᴗ• Don’t forget to review!

“There’s no way I’m touching a brain.”

“Jun, you have to! You’ll be wearing gloves anyway𑁋”

“I cannot cut into a brain. That is gross,” Jun rebukes defensively, face scrunching up with stubborn refusal. 

“Jun, dissections are really important for anatomy,” You clarify calmly. “It’s part of the learning process.”

“Yeah, I… I know,” he mumbles defeatedly, almost shameful to admit. “I’m not that good with, uh… dead things. Like, couldn’t we look at diagrams or pictures instead? They’re less… squishy.” 

You smile amusedly at that, finding his squeamishness a bit endearing. But you straighten your posture and plaster on a reassuring look to your face. 

“I understand that it’s not for everyone,” You respond, a comforting tone to your voice. “But getting hands-on experience is really valuable. It’s one thing to see it in a book, but actually being able to identify the structures in real life makes a big difference in how you understand the material.”

Jun still looks apprehensive, but your words bring a sparkle of determination to his eyes. The idea of cutting into something that used to be alive still makes his stomach turn and the hairs on the back of his neck stick up, but he knows that you’re right. When are you not right?

“It just feels illegal,” Jun admits uneasily, a shudder running through him at the thought. “I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“That’s what I’m here for, remember?” You lightly nudge him in the arm with your elbow, attempting to lighten the mood. “We’re partners, after all.”

“Yeah, but…” There’s some hesitation, his gaze dropping down to his shoes. He lowers his voice as he speaks, “I want to show you that I’m capable of doing something…”

“Then we’ll start off slow, make you become familiar with everything,” You reason gently. “I know you’re not the only one who feels queasy by it, but you’ll have to face it. Facing your fears can help in conquering them, you know.” 

The corners of Jun’s lips tug up at that, mainly from the fact that you’re able to reassure him this effortlessly. He can’t tell if it’s exactly your words that eases up his nerves or if it’s simply your presence here with him right now thawing away the ice of his fears. Whatever it is, all he can really say is he likes knowing that you genuinely care.

And he likes knowing that you’re right next to him too.

“If I freak out,” he starts. “You’ll promise to help me out?”

Your lips draw into a thin line, a certain playfulness softening the features of your face. 

“No promises, but𑁋”

“Hey!”

“Study what we discussed today and then I’ll consider it.” There’s still a twinge of tease to your words, but the edges are roughened with a touch of sincerity. 

Jun just grins. How could anyone ever make up ridiculous rumours about you?

“Good game, man. Same time again next Saturday?”

Jun huffs out a winded breath, dabbing at the sweat that clings to his forehead with the edge of his shirt before taking a long chug out of the water bottle that Wonwoo tosses over to him. 

“Yeah. I’ll see you then,” he replies exhaustedly, taking another tip of water, feeling his muscles aching from the game. 

As his friends leave the basketball court, he starts to retrieve his own belongings, slinging his backpack and hoodie over his shoulder and starting his walk towards the bus stop so he could go back home. The sun has completely set at this point, the night sky now blanketing the city in a cool, comfortable darkness. The breeze that floats through the air relieves some of the tension in his body, cooling his skin after the intense game. Jun walks slowly, taking his time on the way to the bus stop, simply savouring the peacefulness of the evening.

He considers getting food for himself𑁋there’s a small convenience store that he spots at the corner of his eye, and his stomach rumbles at the thought. 

He changes direction and heads toward the store, the faint jingling of the door chime greeting him as he steps inside. The store is a cozy, cluttered space with a mix of snacks, drinks, and other essentials. He decides on grabbing a cold drink and some instant ramen that he can heat up when he gets home. And after purchasing, he heads back outside and continues his way to the bus stop.

Tapping his bus card on the scanner, Jun makes his way toward the back of the bus and settles into a seat closest to the window, the seat right next to him vacant. The bus was mostly empty, but everyone else was spread out in their own seats either dozing off, listening to music, or staring out the window. It’s quite nice, he must say.

The sounds of him crumpling his bag fills the still air of the bus as he waits for the bus to move, but the hissing of the doors opening perks his attention up. 

Out of all things, he certainly never expected to see the sight of you breathlessly climbing onto the bus, muttering apologies towards the bus driver as you scramble for your bus card in your wallet. Your backpack is about to slip off your shoulder, cheeks flushed from assuming all the running you did to get here, and a mask of tiredness that you wear on your face that isn’t hard to notice. Were you at campus? It’s almost ten at night. 

And out of all things, he didn’t expect for you to come over to him among the many empty seats in the bus. 

“Hey,” You greet him breathlessly, glancing down at the empty seat next to him. “Are you fine with me sitting here?” 

Jun blinks, before speedily adjusting himself, forcing his body more into the seat so you would have all the room that you wanted. He gives you a nod. 

Smiling faintly, you sit down right next to him, shoulder brushing against his. You settle your backpack on your lap and lean back a bit, finally allowing yourself to relax. The bus lurches, beginning to move forward. Jun lets his eyes wash over you.

“Did… you just come from campus?” he asks. 

You laugh awkwardly at that. “Yeah, I… I was studying.”

“You study this late at night on campus?”

“I do.” It’s a bit funny admitting that, you don’t know why. “Sorta lost track of time, I guess.” 

Jun keeps a fixed look on you, as if there was some anomaly within your words, but he knows you’re telling the truth. He just can’t believe that anyone would stay on campus so late, plus you look way too tired, like you could pass out any second. Some worry flows down his body. 

“That sounds… exhausting,” he says, concern edging his voice. “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

You glance at him, eyes softening slightly. There’s something about him asking that tugs at your heart. “I’m fine. It’s not unusual for me to be up late studying. I’m used to it.”

Jun feels his fingers twitch around the bag in his grasp. “I see.”

You let your head fall slightly. “Thank you though.”

He faces you curiously. “For what?”

“Just…” For being here? For asking if I’m okay? “I don’t know. Thank you.”

He doesn’t know why you’re thanking him; if anything he should be the one thanking you.

“Oh.” A small smile appears on his lips. “You’re welcome.”

He feels weird. Not in a bad sense𑁋far from that, actually. It’s basically his first time ever interacting with you that isn’t on school grounds, and in a way right now, he isn’t the student and you’re not the TA. He’s simply Jun, and you are… well, you. You’re just two people sharing a late bus ride, and Jun is oddly grateful for the chance to see this side of you𑁋tired, a little vulnerable, but still yourself nonetheless.

The bus rumbles lightly. Silence swirling the air around the two of you. Jun glances at your profile, noticing how your eyes flutter shut for a brief second before snapping open again. His fingers twitch again, wanting to do something more𑁋maybe offer you his jacket, or ask if you need anything𑁋but he holds himself back.

The thought of pushing himself to exhaustion like that feels foreign. But he knows you well enough𑁋or at least, he’s seen you enough𑁋to know you’re driven, always working hard, sometimes too hard. He doesn’t know how to tell you that it’s okay to slow down.

“Y/N?” he calls out quietly.

You face him with a cute, sleepy look. “Hm?”

“You’re falling asleep.”

You giggle lazily at that, the sound unguarded and relaxed. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he says softly. “You can close your eyes. When’s your stop?”

Gazing at the window for a few moments, you take note of the familiar surroundings that the bus passes by. “It should be the next one.” 

Before you can settle back into the seat, Jun quickly adds, suddenly feeling brave, “You can… lean on my shoulder if you want.”

You hesitate for a moment, then give him a drowsy, grateful smile. “I think I’d like that.”

With a sigh, you allow your head to rest against his shoulder, and Jun could only imagine how uncomfortable his own shoulder might be compared to a pillow, but he doesn’t mind, and neither do you as well𑁋at least he thinks you don’t.

Your eyes are closed when Jun leans down to sneak a glance at your face, your features softened with exhaustion. There’s the faintest sight of a smile to your lips, and it makes his own curve up slightly too. His heart stirs in his chest, all while attempting to fully compose himself so you wouldn’t be disturbed. 

As his eyes drift back outside, he leans his own head on the window, watching the cityscape pass by. There’s fatigue crawling up his body too, but he forces himself to stay awake so that he knows when your stop is approaching. He casts glimpses down to you to make sure you’re still comfortable, but every time he looks at you, his heart seems to do a little jump, a little flutter in his chest. 

Jun knows he shouldn’t hope for anything more than this moment, knows he shouldn’t let himself fall into dreams of what-ifs, but he can’t help it. Admitting to himself that he likes you is bizarre, almost too bold for him to fully accept. Yet here you are, leaning against him, breathing softly in your dazed state as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

And maybe, just maybe, he thinks, it could be.

You could tell there was something off about Jun today, and it seems to bother you a little more than you expect. 

He just didn’t seem to be… paying attention. You would explain something to him, and he’d reply with a small hum of acknowledgment before drifting off into a bit of a daydreaming state. Perhaps his mind was clouded and it wasn’t your place to ask, or maybe he was just tired. Regardless, you knew that it wouldn’t get either of you progress through this tutoring session, especially when you’re trying to instruct him about what to expect for the dissections.

“Jun?” You snap your finger in front of his face, and he immediately perks up. “You got all that down?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, the probe…” He trails off, looking a bit lost. “Uh, can you repeat it?”

“The probe is used to explore and identify different anatomical structures,” You explain slowly. “But remember to be careful with it. Tissues are very delicate, so one wrong move could cause damage.” 

You watch quietly as he writes down the notes, his head resting on his as if he’s struggling to keep his eyes open.

“I saw you fall asleep today in class.”

Jun looks back up at you, eyes widening as if what he had done was some sort of crime. He suddenly appears more awake than ever.

“Crap, I… I’m sorry,” he mutters in apology, face flushing with embarrassment. “I knew you were lecturing since Professor Lee wasn’t here today, but I just… I don’t know. I couldn’t keep my eyes open that well. I’m really sorry.”

He could only assume the worst𑁋that you’re mad at him for falling asleep, when in reality he had stayed up late the night before to review over the material the two of you have covered so far during your sessions. But when your face softens into a look of understanding, he seems to relax. Just slightly. 

“Jun, it’s fine, really. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” You reassure him gently. “Trust me, you’re not in trouble and I’m not mad.”

He swallows down the lump in your throat. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Like really sure?”

“One thousand percent.”

“I’m not convinced.” A sly grin spreads across Jun’s face. What a dork.

“Unfunny,” You huff, before taking a seat right next to him and flipping through the pages in your lesson plan. 

Once again, Jun props an elbow on the table and leans his head on his hand, a playful smirk lingering on his face as he watches you. You feel his eyes on you. 

“It sort of gave me a little glimpse into your life, you know.” 

You glance up, intrigued. “Yeah? And what did you take from that?”

“That… I really cannot and will never be on your level of studying,” Jun admits sheepishly. He seems to crawl into himself a bit more as he continues hesitantly, “and, uh, made me admire you a little bit more too.”

You freeze at that, pausing mid-flipping through a page in your planner as his words float through the air. Admire… you? It wasn’t something you ever anticipated hearing from him𑁋ever anticipated to see him this forward𑁋especially not today when he seemed so out of it.

You clear your throat softly, trying to act nonchalant. “You admire me?”

Jun chuckles softly, the sound a little awkward as he tries to ease the tension. “Well, who wouldn’t?”

He’s probably digging himself into a bit of a hole right now, perhaps overstepping a small boundary of what was supposed to be just a casual tutoring session. But really, despite these sessions honestly really helping with understanding the material, he’s mainly here because… well… he gets to spend time with you. 

“Sorry, I-I mean… I made this weird, didn’t I?” Jun swiftly corrects himself, face flushing deeper with each word that leaves him. “I guess I just want to thank you for pushing me to do better. I’ve always… kind of admired that about you for a while now.”

Even you momentarily forget what you wanted to discuss with him for the session, a surge of warmth shooting through your body. The only sounds you could hear right now are the branches outside hitting the window from the wind and the ticking of the clock on the wall. The room was quiet, filled with an awkward, yet comfortable tension that neither of you seemed to know how to break.

“I’m glad to hear that,” You tell him. “It means a lot that you feel that way.” 

Relief and apprehension hugs around Jun, as if unsure whether he should say anything more or go back to tutoring. But he thinks he’s already said enough𑁋at this point his tired brain nearly made him confess his feelings, and that would be utterly stupid of him. 

“But you should really learn how to rest,” he suddenly says firmly.

You laugh that off way too easily. “You know that I can’t𑁋”

“I know, but… come on, just rest for a little bit,” Jun insists. “At least for a few minutes.”

“You’re seriously telling me to rest while I’m here to tutor you?” You lift a brow, almost teasingly.

The way he only nods and gazes at you with pleading eyes almost resembling a cat stretching out for attention makes it almost impossible to resist. And you would hate to admit that yeah, maybe you do push yourself way too much, that all the strenuous effort you put into studying is now starting to take a noticeable toll on you. At the moment, rest does sound really nice.

“My friends and I are planning a hangout this weekend at my place, if you’d like to join us. You… You don’t have to if you don’t want to, or if you’re not into that kind of stuff,” Jun informs you sheepishly. “It’s not a lot of us too, but if you ever want to just… unwind, you know, you could stop by. We aren’t doing anything too wild, just a chill get-together. They’re all cool, I swear.”

You consider his offer. Again, you were never much of a party person nor ever gave a crap about that sort of stuff, but the thought of taking a break from your routine is a bit... enticing, to say the least.

“I’ll think about it. Thank you,” You say with a grateful smile, finally giving in. “Give me a few minutes to tidy up?”

Jun watches for a few moments as you quickly organise through your notes and gather up the loose papers that have accumulated on the table, standing up and heading to the front of the lecture hall to put away the rest of the materials that you won’t need for the session. 

As he waits for you to finish, Jun sets aside his own stuff, folds his arms and places them on the table, slowly guiding his head to rest on top. He closes his eyes, taking advantage of the opportunity to rest as much as his body craves.

By the time you get back, you catch a glimpse of Jun’s relaxed form in his seat, and your heart does a little flip in your chest. The corners of your lips tug up unknowingly into a soft smile as you settle into the seat cautiously next to him, feeling a wave of exhaustion hitting you all at once.

It’s rare that you let yourself go these days, but with Jun here, it seems easier to let your guard down, even for just a few minutes. 

Without much thought you let your head rest gently on your own arms, finding yourself staring at the front lecture hall, before ultimately, moving your head so that you were facing Jun. You’ve never seen him this close before, drawn into his features for a moment or two𑁋over his closed eyes and the small moles that pepper his cheek and one particular spot above his lips, which were curled up slightly. Contentment warms you like a blanket as you let your eyes drift to a close.

Unbeknownst to you, Jun slowly peeks his eyes open, being met with the sight of you resting so peacefully and comfortably beside him. A sense of calm takes over the vast lecture hall as he simply watches you, even feeling brave enough to lightly brush a strand of hair away from your face with his finger, before quickly pulling back when he catches your nose scrunching a little in your sleep. His heart swells even more.

He decides on settling back into his own arms, taking one last glance at you before drifting back into light sleep. 

“You’re way too smiley to be going to a tutoring session,” Chan points out as he catches Jun about to leave. “Isn’t it like your third time alone this week? Last week you went twice…”

Jun snorts annoyedly at that. “Yeah, and?”

“We’re just saying you’re way too happy to be going to tutoring, man,” Soonyoung continues on, an edge of suspicion to his words. “Did you find out the meaning of life? Figure out why our bodies cause us to shit and piss or why the earth goes around the sun?”

“I’d be happy to answer that question if you’re curious,” Jun states wryly. 

Soonyoung scrunches his face and shakes his head. “Please don’t.” 

His roommate only observes as Jun stuffs his feet into his Converse, which looked to be at the end of its life. Minghao comes out moments later, toothbrush in his mouth with bits of foam to the corners of his lips. Along with Soonyoung and Chan, the three of them watch as Jun finishes lacing up his shoes, his good mood unwavering.

“I think I have an answer to that question,” Minghao says, voice somewhat muffled.

Soonyoung faces the younger boy. “The piss or the earth one?”

“He has a crush,” Minghao states flatly, a subtle smirk creeping onto his face despite the toothbrush still dangling from his lips.

“A crush?” Soonyoung’s eyes widen as he exchanges a glance with Chan, the two of them looking like they were about to combust any second. “A crush on that scary TA?”

“They’re not scary!” Jun protests, face reddening hearing his own loud voice, secretly hoping to make some sort of quick escape before his friends could pry any further into his dry love life, but he knows he won’t be able to get them off his ass. “So what if I have a crush on them?”

Soonyoung’s jaw drops to the floor at that, before bursting into laughter. “‘So what’? You’re totally into them!” He starts bouncing on his toes, a grin stretching across his face. “You’re in loooove with the scary TA! This is gold.”

Jun could seriously strangle all of his roommates right now. He runs a hand through his hair and glances at the door, regretting opening his mouth. Was he seriously that obvious? “You guys are blowing this way out of proportion.” 

“Bro, you’re blushing so hard right now,” Chan chimes in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Don’t even try to deny it.”

Minghao chuckles, finally pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth. “It’s obvious. You don’t study like that for just anyone.”

Jun’s face turns an even deeper shade of red. “I𑁋okay, fine! Maybe I like them a little bit, but it’s not a big deal! I’m just trying to do well in class. Now, can I leave?” 

It takes one last torturous minute of teasing before Jun shoots his roommates with annoyed looks and heads out of the apartment.

Normally at nine o’clock, you would most likely be in the campus library studying until your eyes go dry, or in your own place with textbooks sprawled over your bed. But this time, you find yourself right in front of the address Jun sent you𑁋his address, specifically.

You’d spent the past few days thinking about his invitation, and despite some initial hesitation, you may be looking forward to this little break from your routine. Because according to Jun from a text he sent you the night before along with the address: it’s what you deserve.

Your heart still does a little jump when you think about it still.

[09:08 | y/n] Hey Jun! I’m here by the way

Your phone vibrates right away.

[09:09 | just jun] WHAT omg

[09:09 | just jun] sorry i’m coming out right now!!!

There’s a figure that emerges from a door, waving to you from above. You give out a small wave as you start to make yourself comfortable on the front steps of the building. Jun hurries down the stairs, looking both relieved and a bit flustered as he reaches you.

“Hey, I…” His eyes roam over you from head-to-toe. “I didn’t think you’d actually show up.” 

You offer a tentative smile. “Well, I figured, you know? Thought it would be nice to stop by for a little bit. Plus you live closer than I thought.”

Jun’s face brightens, the relief in his own grin oozing its way into your heart, and he gestures for you to follow him back to his place.

Just as he promised, the gathering was quite small. Jun introduces you to his roommates𑁋Minghao, Soonyoung, and Chan are their names (Soonyoung and Chan look oddly more excited to see you, for some reason)𑁋and two others in his year. You recognise Wonwoo, who is a TA from the English department, and the other is Jihoon, whose name had been tossed around quite frequently during your time in university.

Overall, the vibes have been quite laid-back, and the apartment has been warm and inviting so far.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jun asks as he leads you towards the kitchen, where some food and snacks were sprawled across the counter. “There’s water, soda, and um… some alcohol too.”

Your eyes roam over the assortment on the counter, gaze lingering on the bottles of alcohol. For some reason the idea of relaxing and letting loose feels particularly appealing tonight, and you can hardly remember the last time you had a proper drink of… anything. 

“I’ll take some alcohol,” You answer, suddenly feeling a bit adventurous; it even surprises Jun. 

Jun pulls one of the bottles and pours you a generous amount before handing it to you, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours as you find yourself settling down in a seat near Wonwoo and Jihoon. 

Soonyoung and Chan come into view a few minutes later, and they’re still looking at you as if you’ve come in with a second head.

“You’re not scary,” Chan claims randomly, scanning you up and down with his eyes closely.

You lift a brow and look behind you, thinking he was talking to someone, before turning back to him. 

“Me?” You point to yourself. “Scary?” 

Soonyoung takes a sip of his own drink before saying, “Yeah, dude, I mean… There used to be a lot of rumours spread about you being like, mean and stuff, you know? I’m talking about people saying you were super strict, always serious, and that if anyone messed up in class, you’d roast them alive.”

You almost want to laugh at that. Sure, you’ve heard plenty of those rumours before and never really let it get to you, or had the time to straight up dismiss them, but you didn’t think people were still clinging onto those thoughts nowadays. 

“Did you expect me to show up with devil horns and a pitchfork?" You joke, finally allowing yourself to laugh, shaking your cup in amusement. “Wow, I didn’t realise I was so terrifying. Maybe I should start living up to it now.”

Soonyoung lets out a hearty laugh, almost choking on his drink. “Please, no! We’re all just barely surviving as it is.”

“Nah, you’re good as you are. If anything I’m glad to see that the stuff people have said aren’t true,” Chan adds in.

An exaggerated gasp leaves Soonyoung. “Oh my, God, wait! Does this mean we’re friends now?” His excitement is so over-the-top that you can’t help but laugh too. 

“I don’t know. Maybe,” You tease with a faint smirk, shrugging. “If you behave.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Soonyoung declares, grinning ear to ear as Chan gives him an enthusiastic high five. His face is already turning the slightest bit of red from the alcohol. “Jun, you’re in good hands!”

In the kitchen, you catch Jun gazing over his shoulder and towards his friends. And when his eyes land on you, he shoots you a brief smile before quickly taking his eyes away, but the tips of his ears being red doesn’t go unnoticed when he turns away.

As the night continues, you find yourself letting loose, more than you’ve ever done recently. You find yourself easily getting along with the lively atmosphere of Jun and all of his friends. You don’t really know how many drinks you’ve taken at this point in time, how many refills you’ve been offered, but the buzz you feel is pleasant and warm, your inhibitions slowly but surely melting away. Laughter tumbles out of you as if it was the most natural thing in the world, almost to the point you feel your chest physically ache.

Occasionally, from the side, Jun quietly watches you. He can feel his own mood lifting with every smile that finds its way on your face. It’s almost as if he’s looking at a completely different person𑁋someone entirely the opposite from the studious TA he’s been used to this entire time.

But the second he sees you stumble slightly when you come out from a bathroom break, a pang of worry hits him.

“You okay?” he asks you when you nearly run into him, making him circle his arms around you out of habit in case you might fall. However, you’re somehow so close to him that he can feel the warmth of you through his clothes. Your cheeks are flushed, and you’re grinning lazily up at him, the effects of the alcohol clearly taking their toll.

“Oh, doing lovely, um…” You assure him, voice wobbly as you clear your throat. “The alcohol was awesome. I haven’t… I haven’t drank like this in such a long time. It feels sooooo nice.” 

You nearly stumble into him again as you attempt to move past him, and he’s quick as the Flash to grab you by the shoulders, his hands squeezing tightly around your forearm. 

“I think you should sit down, Y/N.” 

“Bu-But I don’t want to!” 

A playful pout spreads across your face as he carefully leads you back to the quiet kitchen, away from whatever version of charades the others have put on in the middle of the living room.

“You’ve drank too much,” Jun points out worriedly. “Do you want me to take you home? I can walk𑁋”

“What are you? My… my boss or something? I’m supposed to be the one in control here! I’m… I’m the one making the decisions, not you!” You protest, a weak, half-hearted attempt at establishing your authority as you knead the fabric of his shirt into your fists. 

Did you have to be so cute when you’re drunk? Though Jun is fast to shake those thoughts away and focus more on making sure you’re okay, having to bite the bottom of his lip to conceal an incoming, endearing grin at your silly antics. 

“Come on, let me get you some water and then I’ll take you home, okay?” Jun offers, and you give him a tight-lipped smile. 

“But I am home,” You slur lowly, circling a finger in front of his face, close enough you may jab him in the eye. “I’m home here… with you…”

Jun seriously doesn’t know how he would be able to dismiss those words that left your mouth, even in your inebriated state. It doesn’t help that you’re also looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and a dreamy smile, like the world is spinning and yet he’s the only one keeping you steady. 

“Let’s go. I’m taking you home,” Jun says as he snatches up a bottle of water and slowly coaxes you towards the door, not before announcing to his friends as well, who all seem too drunk to even care anyway.

The second the cool air meets your skin and the cold water flows down your throat, you seem a little more lucid, but not entirely. You still clung an arm around Jun’s own arm, which was hanging loosely and awkwardly to the side, your steps a bit uneven as you walk down the street together.

Jun holds his breath every time your body knocks into his side, afraid you might lose balance, but you somehow manage to stay upright𑁋barely. The warmth of your arm wrapped around his doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey, Y/N𑁋”

“Shhhhh,” You suddenly hiss, making Jun shut his mouth. “You’re too loud.”

Jun hangs his head down in slight guilt. “Sorry.”

“Hmm, isokay,” You mutter, tightening a grip on his and nearly causing Jun himself to stumble. “You know, you’re always so… nice. It’s kinda weird.” 

Jun tilts his head, somewhat confused by your drunken logic. He glances at you, catching the way your cheeks are shaded with a rosy hue and the warmness to your hazy eyes. 

“Weird?” he repeats curiously.

“Yeah…” You draw out the word clumsily, shifting your eyes towards him, gaze lingering on him a little longer than usual. “It’s like you’re not real sometimes.”

“You’re holding onto me.” Jun shakes his arm, and you still carry a tight grip on his arm, fingers digging lightly into the material of his sleeve. “I think I’m very real.”

“I know,” You mumble, scrunching your nose endearingly, as if you still don't believe him. “But you barely know me.” 

There’s a few moments of contemplation that passes by between the two of you. Your steps have somehow managed to sync with each other, the streetlights above casting down a soft glow on the pavement below, and the quiet night feels oddly… intimate. 

“Maybe.” Jun shrugs, voice low and soft. “But I like what I know so far.” 

Now it’s your turn to grow silent, a wave of realisation cutting through your inebriated thoughts. Your grip goes from loose to tight on Jun’s arm, your chest and heart feeling heavier than it did moments ago, and it certainly was not because of the alcohol.

Your mind is practically aching with all these thoughts, aching with the urge to do something about it, and the way Jun’s side profile is illuminated under the streetlight doesn’t help the situation at all.

“It’s funny, because I… I would see you come into class. And…” You let out a giggle. “I don’t know. My first thought was always that you were cute. Hmm, maybe dreamy too? Yeah, dreamy… That’s a silly word.” 

Before Jun can say anything to that, the words seem to tumble out of you. 

“...I’d see you fall asleep in the back of the class, or come late to lecture, and I’d think you were cute seeing you so panicked… And when you asked me to tutor you, I was so happy. It’s just𑁋I-I don’t know.” A brief pause, before you continue, “Is this what liking someone is?” 

Jun doesn’t notice how much his steps have faltered, his voice and own words getting caught somewhere between his throat and his heart. There’s a mix of panic, disbelief, and excitement flowing through him, almost too much he can’t quite process going from emotion to the other. However, how the hell does he respond when the person he’s been developing feelings for says something like that so openly?

“Shit, I’ve… I’ve made this weird, haven’t I?” You give yourself a light facepalm, before carding a hand through your hair. A yawn starts to leave you. “I’m just all over the place right now, I’m sorry…”

Jun wants to say something, needs to say something, but he stumbles over his words. “I… Y/N, I𑁋”

Before he can finish his sentence, you trip slightly, and he instinctively pulls you closer, catching you with both hands. A wholehearted round of laughter tumbles out of you, resting your head on his shoulder for a brief moment, and for a split second, everything feels still. His heart races faster than ever.

He lets you take the lead on the way back to your apartment complex, feeling as if he had been walking on eggshells the entire time. The buzz of the alcohol running its laps through you has seemed to soften, and if anything, you’re more than ready to sink into your bed for the night. Although there’s comfortable quietness in the air now, Jun can’t stop replaying all the words you’ve said to him tonight alone.

Before he can fully process everything, you come to an abrupt stop just outside your building, turning to look at him.

You stare at him for a moment, eyes roaming over his face as if you’re trying to commit everything to memory. Then, without thinking, you step up to him and press a kiss to his cheek. It’s quick, fleeting, the gesture so unexpected it sends a rush of heat flooding up his neck and straight to the tips of his ears. He’s practically on fire, at this point. 

When you pull back, there’s a bashful smile playing at your lips. “Goodnight, Jun.”

You don’t think you can ever look at Jun in the eyes without wanting to sink into the ground, because each time he comes into view, it reminds you of the absolute idiot you put on show for him last weekend. It’s harder to pay attention when your hands seem to touch every given opportunity. You just have to make it through one last tutoring session before the big dissections later that week.

“So, um, we’ll use the forceps to clamp and separate through the tissues,” Jun explains, pointing towards the dissection guide displayed on the table, still feeling a tad bit queasy at the thought of it, even if the dissection pan was empty. “Then the scalpel will be used to cut on the incision lines we marked.”

“That’s right. You got it,” You say with a small smile, briefly casting a glance towards him, watching the way he adjusts the goggles on his face. 

The two of you decided on running through the dissection for practice, focusing instead on the procedural steps and techniques. It’s been smooth-sailing so far𑁋Jun looks more confident and comfortable as he walks through each step𑁋and you’re positive that the actual lab will go well.

On the other hand, you both can’t deny the awkwardness thickening through the room, drifting within the crevices of even the most subtle interactions. 

“Alright, so once we’ve done that, we’ll… uh, we’ll…” Jun’s voice trails off as he fumbles slightly with the scalpel, trying to decide between placing it on the tray or handing it to you, his gloved fingers brushing against yours again as you grab it from him.

“Sorry,” You both blurt out at the same time, voices mixing into one.

As you both share an embarrassed laugh, a few moments of silence follows. It seems to dissipate the tension in the air. Some of it, at least.

Jun clears his throat. “Y/N, I𑁋”

“It’s fine,” You assure calmly. “Let’s just keep going.” 

“I… Okay.” His shoulders slump in a pit of defeat as he fixes his attention back down towards the task at hand. “Can you, uh… pass me the probe?”

You nod and hand it over to him, trying to attentively listen as he explains the function of the tool and how it would be used for the lab, adding any feedback along the way. You’re surprised at how easily you fall back into a comfortable rhythm, as if the moments from earlier had ceased to exist, as if that night and your stupidity didn’t happen, but only you both know about the unacknowledged elephant in the room.

The rest of the practice goes by without any more mishaps. The next thing you know, you’re pulling off your gloves and taking off your safety goggles as Jun sets the dissection tray away. By the time he returns, he’s surprised to see you already grabbing your belongings like you’re ready to leave.

Jun swallows down the nervous lump lodged in his throat. “Y/N, wait.”

You pause in the middle of stuffing some notebooks inside your backpack, already feeling the apprehension snaking up your spine as you face him.

“Can… Can we talk?” Jun asks hesitantly.

A sigh leaves you. “Look, that was really dumb of me, I get it. I shouldn’t have… kissed you on the cheek like that and said all those weird things. It was impulsive and I was drunk. I’m sorry, I should’ve known my limits, or maybe just have not come at all𑁋”

“I was really happy that you came,” Jun interrupts, a voice almost too loud in the quiet, empty lab room. He rubs his gloved hands together nervously. “And, um, the kiss... I liked it. It was, well… kind of nice.”

You really can’t tell if his words are making you feel any better or worse, if the hesitation on his side makes you want to sink more into the ground or feel a bit of hope. Regardless, it’s hard to ignore the warmth growing in your face as your fingers tighten around the strap of your backpack. 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I like you too, and I wanted to finally tell you that before you left my place. But then things got a little messy and it was a bit overwhelming, so I wanted to take you home because you looked like you were about to𑁋”

“Jun, just…” You chime in ruefully, clearly not wanting to relive your stupidity. “Go back a little. You like me too?”

Jun takes in a deep, slow breath.

“Yes,” he says firmly. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I said that.” 

The laughs that leave you two sound more freeing in a way, more effortless, like the thick, heavy fog that settled around the room has been lifted, and for the first time in days, everything is more clearer. 

The carefree grin that Jun catches to your features nearly forces him to step up towards you, but he holds back. Instead, he thinks the sight of you looking so naturally happy is something he could cherish for a very, very long time.

“So, uh…” he starts, shooting a sheepish glance down at his shoes before meeting your gaze once more. “We’re okay?”

You only nod.

“We’re okay,” You confirm softly. “Maybe more than that.” 

As you finish getting ready to leave, you turn back to Jun, who nearly drops the dissection pan in his hands. 

“I have a meeting to go to right now,” You tell him. “But afterwards, I could… text you?” 

His face brightens expectantly, attempting to keep the excitement coursing through him at bay.  “Yeah, yeah, of course. Um… have a good meeting.” 

He’s cute. And silly. And weird. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Before you finally leave the lab room, you take a leap of faith and turn back around, heading straight towards Jun. He’s in the middle of taking off his goggles when you find yourself standing back in front of him, and a mischievous grin etches across your face. Jun takes a few steps back, his ass nearly stumbling into the table behind him.

“One more thing.” You reach up and to gently tug the goggles off his face, and the contact of your fingers to his hair has Jun bracing himself for doomsday. Your breath fans against his skin for a moment, and when you pull away, you’re holding up the goggles towards him. “You were wearing these upside down the entire time.”

Jun chokes on air, and you let out a giggle.

Shit.

Jun cannot focus right now.

The goggles feel uncomfortable on his face, the gloves make his skin feel clammy, the uncomfortable, pungent smell of formaldehyde fills the lab room and his nostrils. Not to mention that there’s a goddamn sheep brain sitting on the metal pan in front of him. 

Perhaps he can call it quits now𑁋take the zero for the lab and run for the hills, drop out of university, become a nomad in the countryside and never have to touch any sort of assignment again. In his mind right before the dissection starts, it really doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all…

“Jun?”

He snaps his eyes back at you. You’re wearing your own pair of gloves and goggles, positioning the dissection tools on the table, eyebrows raised in worry. 

“Are you good? We’re about to start,” You tell him. “You look a little pale.”

He blinks a few times, trying to compose and mentally ready himself, acting like he hasn’t just spent the last few minutes imagining an escape plan abandoning all forms of education. “Yeah, I… I’m good.”

“You good to start?” You ask, and the concern he senses in your voice makes his heart soften. “Or do you want me to take over first?’ 

There’s that offer again, the one he knows he should probably accept for the sake of his sanity, but there’s also a part of him that doesn’t want to back out now. Not when he’s finally managed to clear the air between the two of you, when things are more comfortable than they’ve been in weeks. 

Jun exhales, shaking the tenseness out of his body. This is it. Glancing around the room, he notices that other students have already started their dissections with ease. He looks down at the sheep brain again, feeling that queasiness rising, but just your presence right next to him seems to settle down his nerves way more than it should.

He steels himself, trying to cling to that feeling instead of the growing discomfort in his stomach. He can do this. It’s just a brain. A sheep brain, he reminds himself, as if that makes it any better.

Letting out one last breath for good measure, he reaches for the scalpel. 

“I’m good,” he says, more to himself than to you. “Let’s do this.” 

His hand quivers as he leans in towards the sheep brain, its colour slightly pinkish and grey. His nose crinkles the closer he gets to it, and the second he lightly grazes the scalpel along the surface of the brain, he can’t help but wince. At his side, he feels your shoulder make contact with his, and helps ground him a little more. 

Narrowing his eyes, he focuses on making a precise incision straight down the middle of the brain𑁋the medial longitudinal fissure, he recalls𑁋his hand trembling slightly as he draws the scalpel down. The smell of formaldehyde grows stronger as he slices through the tissue, and the somewhat gelatinous texture that the brain has is incredibly off-putting. 

When he finally finishes, you help part the brain in half, and Jun’s eyes widen in awe at how visible the structures are. 

“You did pretty well.” You send an encouraging smile Jun’s way, taking the probe in your hand and motioning towards the exposed structures. “See? Look at that. You can see all the parts clearly.”

Jun takes a leap of faith and points to a particular part. “That’s… the thalamus there, right? And the hypothalamus is right below it.” 

You nod proudly. “You got it. And this section right here?”

“The… pons? And then, uh… Oh! The medulla oblongata. Then the spinal cord starts beneath it.”

“Yep. Here?”

“The cerebellum!” 

Your own heart seems to swell with every step up his confidence goes, whatever discomfort he was initially feeling begins to be melted away under the warmth of your praise. You bring your eyes up from the brain, letting it roam over his side profile, taking in the way the goggles make his hair stick out in odd angles, the curve of his jaw as he tilts his head slightly, brows furrowed in concentration.

As Jun pinpoints another structure on the brain, he faces toward you for confirmation, only to be met with your eyes already on him. He opens his mouth to say something, before slowly shutting it, and for a split second, he forgets about the question he was about to ask, the lab, everything else.

“Did I get it right?” Jun questions, feeling the confidence flowing through him falter under your thoughtful expression. “This is the sulcus? And the gyrus…”

You lower your attention back down to the sheep brain, realising he was pointing to a spot with the probe. 

“Hm, just…” You start, leaning in a bit closer to examine where he’s pointing to. With a sly smirk, you reach over to grasp his wrist lightly, slowly guiding his hand more accurately with the probe. Your warmth slips teasingly under his skin. “The sulcus is the little groove right here, and the gyrus is the ridge surrounding it. See it?”

Jun swears you’re doing this on purpose, and whatever it is, it’s working.

“Got it,” he mumbles, hoping you won’t be able to see the flush to his cheeks under the goggles. His eyes flicker between the brain and your face, noting the playful glint in your pupils that certainly isn’t from the fluorescent lighting of the lab room. “I see it now. Thanks.”

You let go of his wrist, still wearing that mischievous look at your lips, though it fades into something more genuine now. “You’re doing good, you know.”

Relief hits him from your words. He does feel way more comfortable, the entire lab becoming less daunting all because you were simply right here next to him. His mind momentarily flashes back to all what you’ve done for him𑁋from the tutoring, to the way you’ve been nothing but supportive and patient with him, before it all circles back to the mutual fondness blooming its way within the crevices of your hearts together.

He likes you, and you like him back. Jun still has no idea how this came to be, because he used to think he had no such chance with you. Yet now, he has the freedom to think about where he wants to take you on your first date.

The rest of the dissection goes by with ease. Slowly but surely, other students begin to clean up their workspace and submit their lab reports to Professor Lee, their tasks winding down as the lab session comes to a close. The lab starts to empty out as the minutes tick by, and it isn’t long until there’s just a few more students left𑁋you and Jun included.

“Here, I’ll finish up here,” You tell him, taking the brain into your hands without hesitation and placing it into a sealed bag for disposal later on. Then you take the dissection tools into your hands and walk off towards the sink to wash them, leaving Jun hanging in a bit of a daze. 

“I… What can I do then?” he asks, wanting to contribute still.

You turn back to him, humming in contemplation. 

“Let’s see… Disinfect the table, take off your gloves and goggles, and then…” Your lips quirk up again. “Just stand there and look cute. I’ll handle the rest.” 

The tips of his ears flush with heat as you casually sidle away from him and towards the sink. Jun shakes away the flutters in his stomach, though the corners of his lips tugs upwards as he works on cleaning up the table. 

Jun is already waiting by the door with his backpack on his shoulders as you finish up some tasks with Professor Lee. Once you get the signal that you’re free to leave, Jun feels the excitement pool down to his feet, a sense of accomplishment knowing that he was able to get through the one lab he dreaded most, and finished the class with a passing grade.

As you both exit the building, Jun pauses in his place, watching you continue to walk a bit without him.

“I owe you a date, you know,” he calls out to you with determination, though a pinch of nervousness still lingers.

You turn back to him curiously, and the way the sun catches on your face makes you appear more radiant above anything else. “A date, you say?” 

“Yeah, I…” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Before all of this, I told you I would owe you something for helping me, and well…” He lets his shoulder relax. “I want to take you on a date.” 

Jun watches the way a bunch of emotions seem to morph among your face. Even with knowing how you feel for him, he still braces himself for a different kind of response. 

Biting at the bottom of your lip, you step back up to him, and before he could fully process what’s happening, you answer him with a quick, affectionate kiss to his cheek. Right at the corner of his lips, to be specific. Then you reach down and grip his wrist, tugging him gently towards you.

“You’re on,” You challenge, a playful sparkle to your eyes. “Let’s get going.”

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Academic Rivals! Viktor x Reader

Academy Student!Viktor x gn!Reader

Here's my take on this idea that has been rumbling around my brain especially with all the new viktor fics ( yall are doing the lords work)

not proof read + a lot longer than I thought it would be, sorry lmao

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You were the Academy's top student known to be the top of the class with the highest scores always exceeding expectations.

Your creative thinking and problem solving is what normally got you the spotlight of attention within academia.

Naturally after spending your first two years of the Academy eating up the attention and receiving offers from multiple elite members of society, industry and government certainly made your resume/reputation an intimidating one.

Your peers knew you to be competitive and ambitious wanting to be the one to set the curve; extensive research projects, etc.

This did however make you a poor teammate with your passionate ideas that one of them could dream of keeping up with you. Plus you would steal the leadership role from them to implement the changes you'd want.

You had gotten used to pattern created for you with a bright future ahead.

Even if you were getting kind of bored of knowing that your worst idea would still allow you to keep your rank.

Then all the sudden a new student joins the Academy

It didn't bother you much until you started seeing a drop in your scores and ranking thus creating a rivalry with this mysterious student.

It was not until you and Viktor shared a class that you realized who your academic opponent was

Thus starting a new chapter of your academic career with renewed passion upon knowing there was finally someone that could equal you in skill.

Fighting for everything within the academic realm that was available

Now neither of you had ever officially been introduced or carried a proper conversation instead replacing regular communication with pointed looks of smugness or confidence.

You would have angry fits in private realizing the margin that you had lost to Viktor

Long days and nights spent gaining a potential advantage over your rival.

Your friends would point out how you would almost pop a vein just describing the way that he would "usurp the first place on an exam all because of a technicality"

Honestly when you would get really into it you were sure that you hated this guy: coming out of nowhere with no prior history and just takes over everything you have worked hard to establish.

Who does he think he is????

Now all your professors, namely Himerdinger paid close attention to this rivalry. It's entertaining watching your top 2 students hash it out and creating things they would not have without this push.

Himerdinger seeing how honed in your other skills were decided to create a project for the class specifically targeting you both.

A partnered project

One that could not change neither the topic, the partner or the day that it was to be presented; everything set in stone.

" Learning the skills needed in a lab is one thing but the most important and impactful discoveries have always been those created through teamwork." Himerdinger would share one fateful day as he put up the paper listing the groups.

It did not even cross your mind that you would have been paired with Viktor and after looking at the poster turned around a looked at him.

Viktor was still sitting in his front row seat in the lecture room patiently waiting for the crowd to dissipate before getting up to look at the paper.

He continued to wrap up whatever notes he had taken as you step up to him.

"We are assigned partners for this project." you say very matter a factly.

Viktor looks up to you with a small smile," Well then, we should set up times to work on the project together. What times work best for you?"

You were taken aback by his nonchalance.

Did he really not care that he was partnered with you? Did he not see you as significant enough to mention the obvious tension? Did he not even see you as a rival but a regular student below him???

After a short pause you share what time you are normally at the library.

As you share the details he finished packing up his stuff.

Looking back up to with another slightly bigger smile (what is his game???) " I'll see you then. Tomorrow at table four."

With that he leans on his cane and leaves you in the quiet empty classroom to deliberate your next moves.

That night you started working on the project creating multiple schemes, ideas, and conceptual ideas that could be used for the project put forth.

You went to bed hoping to finally force him to recognize you as the rival that you were as he seemed so dismissive before.

You showed up to the library at the arranged time to see Viktor sitting peacefully at a study table thumbing through multiple volumes seemingly looking for a specific piece of information.

"Good Morning." you started as you walked up to him.

Without even looking up he returns the same early day greeting and places yet another volume aside and opening a new one.

Raising an eyebrow that the attitude you place your things on the other side of the table.

"I was thinking last night about this project and had written down some ideas that I believe that we should pick from as our approach." you open the discussion with no changed behavior from your supposed teammate.

You continue, " I have already taken the liberty to research them, for your convenience, and have supplied preliminary data for each one. Honestly any of these would resolve the problem raised by our projects prompt with their main difference being how creative you wanted to get with it."

Viktor has created yet another pile of abandoned books that didn't meet his mysterious criteria all the while not regarding you properly.

Your felt your self becoming more warmer as you felt the irritation pool into the oil pit of anger you have created surrounding him.

"It's considered polite to respond or at the very least acknowledge when someone is talking to you. Or are you so focused on your book hunt you aren't ever looking at the person you are supposed to be completing this project with."

Viktor sighs putting the book currently in his possession down and looks up to you.

"It was not my intention to be rude I am just looking for a specific volume that has a unique perspective on the concept we learned a week ago but the title is slipping my mind."

Sighing you sit down and observe the collection of books created on the table.

"I'm going to go on a limb here and assume that you only really remember that the color of the book was dark blue?"

Viktor chuckled," Observant and yes I am."

"Well you aren't going to find it in the library considering there is only one copy of it. That author's take was considered almost heretic."

"Ah, so you are familiar with the book I am referencing?"

"It would be strange if I didn't considering that I brought it with me to our meeting. I checked it out a week ago because it piqued my interest and also happened to align with this assignment."

You hold it out over the table as Viktor sighs again running a hand through his hair.

The meeting ended up going on for longer than expected.

You were surprised to find that he has a similar perspective to yours and understood your vision from the multiple proposals that you had created.

Further analysis showed some minor flaws that would otherwise be overlooked by other people; but neither of you too were not going to settle for anything less than perfection.

The more that the two of you poured over ideas, equations, concepts, and plans until you came up with a path that pleased you both with only one variable that needing some testing.

Viktor offered to go his smaller private study that he had already set up a similar experiment (he was also trying ideas out the night before)

Walking side by side down the hallways was a strange feeling.

Not because you were walking slower that your default rushed walking pace but because this person that you had, honestly, really hated and rationalized that was cheating somehow....wasn't.

You hated to admit it as you continued to listen to his rambling on of the missing component that they needed to figure out.

(Shit...he is actually just naturally brilliant)

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Day 17: Hate Sex - Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: You were in Slytherin, it was in your blood to hate Sirius Orion Black, so why can’t you stop thinking about his stupid, handsome face?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, hate sex, arguing, mocking, teasing, sexual tension, enemies with benefits, alcohol, size difference, praise kink, choking, dom/sub, slight degrading, rough sex, edging,

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“Fuck my life; why the hell is he in here?” you exclaim as Sirius Black saunters into the library with all the swagger and arrogance of someone ready to cause a riot.

“Here we go”, another student mutters under their breath from across the room. You weren’t sure who, but you glared in the general direction of whoever had said it.

It was infamous that you absolutely loathed Sirius, and he, in return, hated you with just as much passion. You were natural enemies; he was in prideful Gryffindor, and you a cunning Slytherin, but the hatred delved deeper than just this. You thought he was a pompous, arrogant prick who bullied Slytherins - mostly you - and seemed to always get away with it every single time. He had directed his pranks towards you more times than you’d care to count. You were constantly on high alert, paranoid that another attack was coming from the Gryffindors. Seeing any shade of red filled your heart with dread every single day.

Today, you were having a relatively good morning, mostly spent revising in the library with a towering pile of books beside you. It was a warm summer’s day, so most students were outside, which was always your favourite time to study, not having to fight with the others for specific books or for an area of the library to work.

Another reason you preferred to stay in the castle was that the Marauders were likelier to be out, causing havoc where the crowds were formed. You cursed loudly at seeing them in the library, instantly ruining your calm day.

“Well, well, look what dirt turned up in the library. I’m surprised you even know how to read, Sunshine”, Sirius taunts as he immediately struts over to your table, picking up one of the books in your pile and idly flicking through it whilst leaning his weight against the table.

You sigh heavily through your nose at the nickname, loathing it more than any other pet name that he decided to call you, mainly as it originated from a prank in your first year where he’d stained your hair bright luminous yellow and thus, Sunshine was his favourite taunt. “Please fuck off, I’m only going to warn you the once Black, and give me the book back!”

“Why would I leave? These books all seem highly intelligent for your silly little mind. Maybe I should help read to you, see here, this is what they call the ‘title’, it means what the book is called-”

“Sirius, I swear to Merlin, if you don’t shut the fuck up-”

“What’s going on here?” the librarian rushes over, interrupting your seething threat with her stern face, glancing between you and Sirius, who was grinning, ready to woo the teacher.

“Oh, nothing at all, Professor. I was just asking if I could borrow this book when she started to shout at me”, Sirius explained with surprisingly good acting skills that had your eyes widening and mouth gaping open with anger.

Before you could even begin to justify Sirius’ lies, the librarian turned to you, her lips pursed and eyes sharp. “Please leave the library. I won’t have you causing a commotion like this”.

She leaves before you can stand up for yourself, your cheeks flooding with heat as your blood boils with anger. Especially as your enemy begins to laugh tauntingly, head tipping back as he obnoxiously laughs, throwing the book back onto your pile.

“Thank god for that; I might be able to concentrate without a slithering snake like you here”.

You stand abruptly, wand in your shaking hand as you rage angrily, “I fucking hate you!”

He steps closer, invading your personal space as he smirks down at you, “The feeling is mutual, Sunshine. Now, do you want me to help you pack up your crap, or can you manage that all by yourself?”

Before you can answer, you’re both interrupted by a calm voice, “Sirius, leave her alone, will you?” Remus tried to convince his friend to step away. With Sirius distracted, you start roughly shoving your items into your school bag before turning back to them both, especially Sirius.

“I hope you choke”. With one last glare, you purposefully bashed your shoulder into Sirius, knocking his balance slightly as you stormed off.

However, as you passed a couple of Hufflepuffs, you overheard one whispering to another, “They probably just need to fuck, and they’d get over this stupid tension”.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” you demand, stopping in front of them, looking between them as their heads dropped to hide their faces. “That’s disgusting. How dare you even say something like that-” you begin to chastise, your wand returning to your hand as a reflex to defend yourself.

“Excuse me!” the Librarian returns to your side, which only makes you more frustrated as you’re stopped from doing what you really want.

“I’M LEAVING!” you scream, gathering the attention of everyone; you promptly scowl at them all, specifically Sirius, who you expected to see grinning at you getting into trouble, but instead, he was only a step behind you with an odd, wondering expression on his face.

You don’t stay to ponder what he was looking at as you grip your bag closer to your body and storm off. How could someone even think something so disgusting!? You and Sirius fucking?! Absolutely not. You’d rather walk around Hogwarts naked than go anywhere near Sirius fucking Black.

A few hours later, you’d found your friend lounging beside the lake, where you promptly joined her with a huff. “Oh no, what did Sirius do now?” she says, knowing your sour mood could only be caused by one person.

You explain with increasing agitation, “And then, you’ll never guess what some Hufflepuffs said! They said that me and Sirius Black,” You shiver for emphasis, “Need to shag, and we’d stop arguing! I mean, can you believe it? That’s disgusting; I can’t think of anything worse!” You’d expected your friend to look disgusted, just like how you felt, but instead, she raised one eyebrow with an unphased expression. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Well, I mean… He’s not that bad to look at, and from what I’ve heard, he’s very much a people-pleaser in the bedroom. Anyway, you know what they say,  if you’re being teased by someone it’s most likely because they have a crush on them and I must say… You’re both always teasing each other”.

Even though your friend grins and mocks you, you still find it offensive that she would even say such a thing. “Are you kissing me? Sirius Black is a self-centred, arrogant asshole who only thinks about himself. There is no way I would ever go anywhere near him!”

“Yeah, but you can’t deny that he’s handsome. Even though he’s a Gryffindor, he's from the Black lineage, with his long hair, dreamy eyes, and stunning smile. There’s also the fact that he plays quidditch, so I bet those thighs of his are scrummy”.

Shaking your head at her words, you sigh, “That doesn't matter, he’s still-”

“So you admit it?” She cuts you off with a knowing smile.

“Admit what?” you question innocently.

“That you think he’s handsome”, she states confidently with a shit-eating grin.

“I’m not saying that, I mean- Uh… I don’t know!” You throw your hands into the air, exacerbated, “I guess he’s handsome, but that doesn’t change what an asshole he is”.

Your friend shrugs, “I don’t know. Maybe this answers all the tension. The two of you need to fuck, and maybe all the arguments will stop”.

“If you ever say that again, I promise I’ll curse you. Right, I’m changing the subject. I don’t want to think about him anymore. Are you still going to the party later in the Ravenclaw's common room?”

“Definitely! I can’t wait. Are you going?”

“Yes! I need a drink after today”.

As the moon came out to play, so did all of the older students throughout Hogwarts, as it seemed everyone was going to the party. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you sighed in frustration as you couldn’t style your hair correctly, too distracted thinking about that good-for-nothing, long-haired, handsome idiot.

There was that word again. Handsome. ‘Was he handsome?’ you thought to yourself. Of course, he was, with his grey sparkling eyes, he was one of the tallest in the year, lean from all of his quidditch playing, and his hair was always clean and effortlessly styled, and his clothes were always smart and expensive looking, the only part of him that you could tell was from his pure-blood status.

You hated that you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Undoubtedly, you hated him, but would it be the worst to shag him? You shivered at the thought, internally demanding that the idea needed to leave your mind immediately, ignoring the pulsing between your legs as an image flashed into your head of his face between your legs.

You shouted in frustration, giving up with your hair and deciding that it would have to do. At least your dress was beautiful, a Slytherin-green floor-length gown with silky smooth material accentuating your body and a long slit up the right side revealing your thigh. It was lavish and probably over the top for a common room party, but it was so rare that you could dress up, so you seized the opportunity. You’d applied a generous amount of make-up and silver high heels to match the dress, adding a couple of inches to your height.

The problematic part was sneaking up to the Ravenclaw common room, but thankfully, there was a system of students on the watch to lead the way there. Once inside, you poured yourself a drink of whatever was in the cauldron and found a couple of your friends already there.

Ten glorious minutes of happiness passed before it all came crashing down around you as James Potter shouted, “The party has arrived!” Not only him but the other Gryffindors had entered, making you roll your eyes and drink a hefty glug of the alcohol in your cup, savouring the burn as it rushed down your throat.

You couldn’t see him immediately, and you hate that you searched the crowd looking for him; you pretended that it was because you wanted to be prepared if he walked over to you and no other reasons whatsoever. There he was, standing with his back to you as he poured his drink with Remus.

‘Fuck’, you cursed to yourself, quickly looking away as your cheeks warmed. Why did he have to look so good? It seemed his surname was his favourite colour today as he wore all-black, well-worn combat boots paired with baggy black jeans and a tight t-shirt that seemed to stretch over the well-toned muscles of his arms and shoulders. It wasn’t just this that had your thighs clenching together to try and relieve some building tension. Still, for once, he’d decided to tie his hair up in a loose bun, some strays of hair already loosening, but for some reason, that only made him more attractive, and did he always have an earring?

You finished the rest of your drink as you realised just how much attention you gave Sirius. You need to get him out of your head, so dancing with your friends would be the best distraction for now, but you fully anticipated that he would come over and ruin your night sometime soon.

However, Sirius stayed on the other side of the party, which even your friends commented was odd, considering he always loved making your life miserable. You continued to shrug it off, saying you were having a great time because of it; however, your eyes wandered over to him occasionally, and it seemed he always had the same idea as you would catch each other's eye and then quickly look away embarrassed.

The night continued, the music increasing in volume, and now that you weren’t worried about Sirius interrupting, you slowed down with the alcohol, not wanting a hangover in the morning.

“SOMEONE SNITCHED TO FILCH, HE’S GETTING THE PROFESSORS! EVERYONE RUN!” A second later, the entire party was shoving and pushing each other to get out of the door, running in different directions.

Some teachers were already in the corridors, catching students, giving them detentions and taking away house points. You followed a small crowd, struggling to keep up with your heels, which you now severely regretted; however, it was a small blessing when Professor McGonagall caught the group at the end of the corridor, so you quickly turned down a deserted corridor, breathing heavily and beginning to sweat from the exercise and fear.

Just as you turned down a corridor dimly lit by fires on the wall, someone from behind grabbed your arm, forcefully pulling you in another direction. Before you can comprehend what is happening, you’re engulfed in darkness, and a broad hand is shoved over your mouth as you’re pushed against the door to the store cupboard you were just pulled into.

“Shhh, someone was behind us, " Sirius whispered from the darkness; even though you couldn’t see him, you knew his face was in front of yours because you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face.

Your instinct was to try and shove him off, but then there were echoing footsteps in the corridor outside. You both freeze, not even daring to breathe in case you’re caught. Both of you listened intently until there was only silence on the other side of the door as you slammed your elbow into his stomach.

His hand drops from your mouth, allowing you to whisper, “Get the fuck off me, don’t ever touch me again”.

Now that you had a moment to calm down, as he moved back into a space, you could see a slither of him from the gap around the door that allowed the light to seep in. Sirius chuckles lowly, rubbing his stomach from where you’d elbowed him. The deep laugh seemed to affect you straight between the legs as, for some reason, you found the noise mildly erotic.

“Why? You never know; you might like it when I touch you”, Sirius taunted, his voice soft and yet husky at the same time.

Your entire body seemed to buzz with anticipation and excitement at his words because there was no way Sirius Black had just flirted with you in some capacity.

“Shut up”, you say bashfully, folding your arms over your middle.

In the crack of light seeping in, Sirius' head tilted to the side, “What, no comeback, oh my witty little snake, have you lost your tongue?”

It seemed you had no air left in your body at his words, but you forced yourself to move away from the door, turning with the intention of leaving. However, he hears something you don’t as he’s pushing you flush against the door; even with your heels, he’s towering over you.

Before you could question what he was doing, he rested his index finger across your lips and whispered into your ear, “There’s someone outside the door”.

You can’t hear that, though, as there’s only the pounding of your heart rattling in your ears with how close he is to you. He was inhumanly warm, and this close, you could smell his addicting aftershave that reminded you of citrus and oak, but lingering in the background was vanilla from his shampoo as a couple of strands of his hair fell into your face. In this position, you couldn’t see him; even as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you had to rely on your other senses. 

You swallow audibly, causing your lips to press harder against his finger until the cool metal of his ring is indented into your chin. His breath is just as warm as his chest against yours, and this close, you could smell that he’d been drinking fire whiskey.

The pressure on your lips lightens as whoever is inspecting the corridor disappears again. Sirius doesn’t remove himself, though; instead, he allows his finger to do its exploration in the darkness, skimming across your cheek, over the shell of your ear, which causes you to shiver and your nipples to harden beneath the dress however the fabric was so thin that Sirius could feel them against his chest.

His finger continues to move down your jaw until it is at the point of your chin, pushing it up so you're forced to tip your head back further against the door.

“Sirius”, you whisper in a pleading tone, and he moves, fast and brutal as his mouth connects with yours. The kiss was fiery, full of passion and need. The hand under your chin desperately moves into your hair to hold your head in place while the other grips your hip, pulling your body closer to his. Your hands were just as grabby as one reached for his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath, and another moved to his jaw, feeling the softness of his recently shaved face.

You both moved as one, tilting your heads to the side to deepen the kiss further, mouths opening to allow the exploration of your tongues, tasting and wanting more. You weren’t thinking clearly, and neither was he but damn with the consequences.

Sirius bit into your bottom lip gently, tugging it back until it was snapping back to normal, but he didn’t stop there as his mouth began to move down your throat as he moved your head back. Open mouth, hot kisses were pushed into your skin until your toes curled in your high-heeled shoes.

You needed more of him, all of him, feeling so pathetically desperate that sweet little whines kept spilling from your lips as he sucked just below your ear like he knew that was your special spot.

Reaching behind his head, you roughly pulled the hairband out of his hair so, at long last, you could run your fingers through his soft locks. Sirius seemed to enjoy the touch as his hips thrust into yours, and you could feel the evidence of his arousal, rock hard in his jeans. Your arousal was currently ruining your underwear, clit throbbing and pussy begging to be touched in some way.

This could be a sign to stop and reason that this was your enemy. It had been since day one at Hogwarts, and now you’re ready to rip each other's clothes off.

As Sirius’ mouth moved lower, teeth scraping over your collar bones, you decided to be brave and lift your right leg, wrapping it around his hip to hold him closer. Sirius instantly gripped your thigh, groaning to himself when he was met with bare skin as he’d forgotten this was the side with the slit in the material.

“This god-damns dress”, he praised against your skin, which made you laugh lightly at how desperate he sounded. The heat of his palm against your naked thigh only made you want to feel him closer as he kissed you again. Higher and higher, his hand creepy, gripping your thigh until he pushed the silky material further up your body until you could feel your underwear was on show. This only encouraged you to pull his hips closer with your heel until his jean-covered cock was pressing against your panty-covered cunt.

Sirius shuddered, his hands tightening on your thigh and in your hair, as his tongue devoured your mouth, capturing every little moan you released as his hips thrust forward. It was your turn to tremble as the roughness of his jeans was felt through your thin underwear, nudging your clit and causing more moisture to gather in your underwear.

Everywhere felt like it was burning: your skin, core, and head. Everywhere that Sirius touched left a scolding mark as you couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t fathom waiting a moment longer.

Pulling your face away from his, with a harsh pull on his hair to snap his head back, you roughly demanded, “Just fuck me already, Sirius”.

He grinned in the darkness as he rutted his hips harder against yours, knowing what you truly wanted. Sirius’ mouth returned to your through as he darkly said, “Say please”.

It was an effort not to roll your eyes, but you did huff as you, in turn, pressed your pussy against his crotch. “I’m not saying-”

Any sassy remark you were thinking of saying was cut off by the giant hand now wrapped around your throat, not hard enough that you couldn’t breathe but enough to draw your attention as his mouth hovered over yours. You could feel from the shape of his lips that he was smirking as he repeated with more emphasis and slowing of the words, “Say. Please”.

Your mouth dried of any saliva at the tone of his voice, instantly falling into submission as you quietly asked, “Please fuck me, Sirius”.

“Good girl”, he praises against your lips, making your knees buckle slightly, having never been praised like this before.

A hand wrapped around your ankle as he moved it back to the floor, and suddenly, you were holding onto the door as his body dropped to his knees, and you didn’t realise until now just how much you were relying on his body to keep you upright.

Sirius’ hands were underneath your dress, grasping the edges of your underwear and sliding them down your thighs. As you stepped out of them, he moved your dress back again, your bare pussy on display to him, and even though it was too dark for him to see, you could still feel the warmth of the flush on your face.

“We haven’t got time for that, just fuck me already”, you snapped at him. Of course, you would love for your earlier thought of his face between your legs to be a reality, but right now, you needed his cock inside you before you combusted on the spot.

Thankfully, Sirius didn’t argue or get you to beg for his cock any more as he stood back up, towering over you again as the rustle of his belt being undone was like music to your ears. “Always so fucking demanding”, he scolded light-heartedly under his breath.

Reaching for his waist in the darkness, you were planning on helping him undo his jeans to free his cock, and you wanted to feel what you were dealing with. Like every other time you’d known him, Sirius had other plans.

Your hands were pushed away as he grabbed your hips instead, but only so that he could turn you around. Your face was unglamourlessly shoved against the wooden door as Sirius rushed to gather the material of your dress until it was bunched around your waist. Clinging onto what he had planned, you pushed your arse out from him and were greeted with the pleasant sensation of something hot and hard against your cheeks.

“Spit”, Sirius demanded into your ear as he pressed his fingers into your chin. It felt filthy and slightly degrading to spit into his hand, but as you could hear him wiping the slickness onto his cock, you didn’t care anymore. In fact, it only added more eroticism to your thoughts.

Neither of you said a word as he adjusted the height of his hips, pressing into your arse cheeks to spread them slightly as suddenly something knocked against your hole. Sirius helped to guide his cock as he slid it into your pussy, your walls burning from the stretch of the sheer size of him. 

“Fuck! You could have warned me you’re so big!” you chastised him. Inch after inch opened you up wider until his hips were flush with yours, and his hand rested back in your hair, pulling your head back against his shoulder.

“Sorry, Sunshine”, he chuckled, kissing your cheek with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. You couldn’t help but hear that stupid nickname in his sultry deep voice, and with his entire dick pressed into your cunt, you couldn’t help but squeeze him tighter. Sirius ground his hips in harder, smiling against your face, “I fucking knew you liked it when I called you that”.

You wanted to retort back to him, hating when he had the upper hand, but as he began to withdraw his cock, any coherent thought disappeared from your mind entirely. As he pushed back in, you couldn’t help but rise to your tiptoes, following the lead of his body fucking into you.

Sirius made sure you were accustomed to his size before beginning to properly fuck you. All the tension, the bullying back and forth, the teasing and times of losing your mind at the idiot that was Sirius Black had all been worth it as he fucked you unlike anyone before. He was toweringly tall when you were face to face, but when his chest brushed over your back, you felt much smaller as he seemed to crowd around you everywhere.

He breathed heavily into your ear, occasionally biting your lobe or sloppily kissing the junction between your shoulder and neck. However, it was the pounding of his cock that had you completely and utterly at his mercy. His strokes were deep and long, his entire length disappearing into your sopping-wet hole. It felt so unbelievably good that you didn’t even care that you were near enough to scream out your moans for anyone in the corridor to hear.

Your hand reached behind your head to find him, your fingers slipping into his hair again to hold them. Harder and harder, he pushed the two of you into the door; it was a surprise that the barricade didn’t break with the force he was putting into fucking you.

Then you felt the deep coiling in your core, like everything inside of you was tightening, all pleasure amplifying as your orgasm teetered on the very edge. It seemed Sirius could feel this too, with how tightly your spongey walls were suffocating him as he grunted louder into your neck.

“Wait, don’t cum yet; I’m so close, don’t cum”, you begged, not entirely wanting it to end just yet. Sirius gasped, his mouth opening wide as his eyes did the opposite as they clenched shut as he concentrated on fucking you and not orgasming.

It doesn’t take long to feel the first flutterings of that eye-wateringly beautiful sensation between your legs as you quickly stammer, “I’m cumming! Fuck- You can cum, please cum with me”. Sirius’ legs nearly gave out underneath him, hearing your sweet words.

As your pussy contracted in wet bursts around him, Sirius released every drop of cum inside of his body, deep into your walls so that you could feel yourself becoming full and it beginning to drip out as it became too much. His thrusts slowed to a stop as you both slumped against the door, catching your breath for a moment, the tiny store cupboard now becoming suffocating.

The after-orgasm guilt hit you like a tonne. What had you done? You’d just fucked your worst enemy, and his cock was still inside you.

You couldn’t help yourself; you needed to ruin the moment, need to get free and cry into your pillow over what an idiot you are, so with hate and distaste, you turned your head further over your shoulder. “This changes nothing between us”.

Sirius took a moment to process the words before his mouth was hovering over your ear, his breath tickling your skin, “Not at all, Sunshine, I still hate you”.

Good, you think. That’s what you’d hoped because you still hated him too… right?

With a grunt, you elbow his stomach again but with less force, just needing him to back away from you. Thankfully he did without any arguments, his softening cock slipping out of you and globs of his cum following this.

With trembling knees, you shoved your dress back down. Reaching around in the darkness, you found the door handle and turned, neither of you saying another word as you walked out of the door, hair a mess, make-up running down your cheeks, dress creased, lips swollen and cum still dripping down your thighs.

You walk with as much confidence as possible, keeping your head high as you try not to turn around and see if he is watching you walk away. It was only as you turned the corner that you realised you’d left your underwear in there with him; cursing to yourself, you turned back, not wanting another student or someone to find them. You weren’t sure if you were happy or sad when you returned to the cupboard to find Sirius gone, but not only that, but your underwear was too.

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Can I please get some hate fucking headcanons w/Rishima ? Male reader!

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : black forest cake !! . . . scientist ⊹ male reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 781 ꮽ  rishima singhania

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a stoic workaholic scientist, who carries an entire hero organisation on her back, her science work and motherhood all at the same time

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... she was the greatest mind of litharia, you were a great biologist. both of you sharing one big passion. hating each other, passionately⊹ cw ٬٬ smut . hatefucking . stem rivals .

Rishima was known as Litharia's greatest mind. Someone who has provided theories that won awards and schematics that advanced technology in ways that some could only dream of. And you? You were regarded as one of the greatest researchers in regards to microbiology, disease assessment and medical advancement as a whole. The biology to her chemistry and physics.

This meant that the both of you should have got along, right? After all, your fields often intersected, specifically for the inter-dimensional teleportation travel. You were the name she was given to run through her schematics and their affects on the human body. Often some of your apparatuses were invented by her. You work often brought the both of you together. But here's the thing —

You couldn't stand each other. She was too confident, you were too prideful, neither of you backed down from each other in board meetings filled with hundreds of other professionals in your field. Often talk shows would invite you both together, and it would turn into a debate on life television.

It infuriated you, it frustrated her. The frustrating way in which you'd maintain eye contact with her in every situation — how she'd brush past you just enough to ghost your skins. Leaving you wanting while she's all smug.

"Professor Singhania, how lovely seeing you here?" "Can't say the same, Doctor." "I heard your latest hypothesis was rejected." "Well, it had your input."

The tension was just as palpable on media as it was between the sheets. It started as an accident, really. You'd both been arguing in her office about the project that you'd both been assigned by the board. A horrible decision by the others, truly. You couldn't come to an agreement, but you definitely managed to settle for her on your cock and her tongue down your throat.

"You're suckin' me in - fuck,"

"You're too fuckin' sensitive."

Your jaw ticked. Hands squeezed tighter on the fat of her ass and your hips found a new vigour. The momentary blissful suffocation fried your brain, but you were promptly brought back to life by that damn mouth of hers.

Wet slapping filled the room. Balls pounding against her soft ass as you slammed her down with every rough drive your dick made upwards. Carving yourself into her walls and hitting a gummy spot that sent her head back.

Scarlet nails dug into your shoulders. From the angle you just barely caught those sharp eyes rolled back. She couldn't keep her moans down — and oh, after hearing how sinfully sweet their sounded? You weren't going to let her.

Your thumb trapped her clit and swirled. As if trying to prove a point. As if trying to break her for all that she was. You grinned at her depraved whine and brought her down all the way, cunt clenched tight around your base as she squelches pretty little bubbles.

"Are you sure I'm the sensitive one, baby?" You chuckled - but it caught in a groan as she intentionally clenches and buried her teeth into your neck. You nearly crumble, nearly falter.

But you have a point to prove, so you power your hips with all your frustration and start pistoning up into her until she's drooling.

"Fuck -" she gulped, hands moving to bury into your back neck. "You're so - desperate."

You huffed a laugh, swallowed your own whine and shallowly fucked into the spot you knew had her creaming around you.

"And you're the most pathetic whore I know."

"Fuck you."

"You are, dollface."

You swore it would never happen again. Wrote each other off as enemies and nothing more. That's what you kept telling yourselves, but only one of those statements were correct.

Suddenly, she was pinned to an empty hallway of an international conference. You've ridden that damned mermaid skirt of her up and propped her over your shoulders. She wanted to berate and batter at you all through the meeting, so why not see how she tries to do that while you're tongue-fucking her? Needless to say she came on your mouth at least thrice, gripping onto your hair and begging for a break.

Joined lifts to different events ended with her in your lap in a limousine seat. Grinding up into each other, tongues down your throats, unbuttoning and unzipping whatever necessary to feel each other again. As if it was something neither of you could stop.

"Look so stupid in that suit." She moaned as she glided with your cock slotted between her folds. No penetration, just sloppily grinding on each other to bring you there.

She yanked on your tie, messing your mouth in that shade of maroon you've grown obsessed with. Your dick twitched between her folds and it took every ounce of your self-restraint not to plunge into her heated tightness.

"You sure about that, dollface?" You chuckled, hands feeling around and cupping on her ass. "Jumped me the second we got into this car."

"You wouldn't stop staring."

"I was eyeing up your aduacity."

She hauled you into another messy kiss, your hips joined a sinful rhythm. But neither of you would be able to cum, not yet —

You did in the trip coming back. Neither of you were staying away from each other after a night of eye-fucking across the venue.

You hated the attention she got. Not the attention for her brain and brilliance, but the greedy, carnal attention she naturally attracted from both men and women. Maybe that's why you're here, outside her apartment, kissing her the second she opens the door and stumbling her back until she's trapped against the sofa. You fucked her until she was cross-eyed and unable to talk back the way she usually would. You were satisfied, but god did you miss it too.

It's no problem, she got you back in a hospital bathroom. Pale knees to the white tiles and taking your dick down her throat until you were hopelessly, messily fucking her throat with reckless abandon. She'd pull away after gulping down your cum, ever as blunt, ever as infuriating. "No shame, hmm Doctor? In your own practice . . ." You took her back to your office to bend her over your desk for that one.

You were staring to enjoy this a little too much. Needing her, needing to see her, needing her body — and she gave it all to you without hesitation. No matter how many times she cussed you out on live television, she always squeezed around you as if she loved you. As if to she loved to hate you.

"You sure you hate this cock baby?"

You crooned above her. She's in your bed. In your arms. Taking your dick as well as the first time. Her plush thighs pressed back as you found a ruthless rhythm. Chasing every clench and squeeze of her tight cunt.

Leaning over you, you ghosted kisses to her lips and she tried so desperately to push her head forward. Take your lips and trap your tongue — and you grant it to her. All in favour for pressing into her tighter and fucking her until she was creaming for the fourth time.

"Mngh!"

"Tell me," you heaved, fisting her hair, parting with saliva. "Tell me you hate it. Tell me it's yours."

She chased the string of spit and crashed her lips to your again. Hips pitifully trying to keep up even as you fuck her through her orgasm. She whined, sobbed, and buried her hands into your hair.

"I hattteee it - hate your cock," she croaked.

"And?" You jerked forward, grinned.

She hiccuped, clawed on your scalp.

"God, it's mine."

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 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 BAD INFLUENCE, PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME ; an osamu dazai fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, troublemaker!dazai, richboy!dazai, nsfw, public sex, getting caught, dazai has a choking kink, food play, dry humping, going in rough, begging, dazai is a tease, needy!reader, needy!dazai, desperate!dazai, desperate!reader and that's all i remember.

there aren't 'two kinds' of people in the world to be frank. sure, the ideal includes having two different personalities which are a contrast to each other but those were the foundation upon which many branches were created from.

the 'good' and 'evil' are just the original trunks through which many branches sprouted -- all different in some way and similar in other ways.

the leaves of the branches stick together and that is what's normally referred to as a 'clique'.

dazai knows you and him are different people but he can't help but return the smile you offer him as he waves dismissively at the professor who is screaming at him for entering the class after fifteen minutes since it's start.

the brunette thinks the professor should be glad that he even decided to attend it and the reason why he did so is simple really, the teacher is in great luck to have you in his class because by now it was a known fact in the very back to the very front of dazai's brain that wherever you are, he will be too for even getting as much as a glance at you once is enough for him to be content for the entire day.

"sir is screaming at you." you point out in amusement, eyes trained to stay on the man who is now shooting daggers at dazai through his eyes but does the latter really care?

no, he doesn't. what he does care about and feels grateful for is the unexpected friendship --- no, rather it's an acquaintance type of relationship that you two share for the only time you two talk is in this specific class or sometimes outdoors as well if you two end up bumping into each other -- that he found himself developing with you.

"he can't make his wife scream so he does it instead." dazai joked to make you smile like he always does as soon as he enters the class, he likes to think you sit with him at the last bench in the last row is due to his ability of making these boring lectures fun by his side comments.

you snicker quietly as you shift to make space for him and he smiles at you, plopping down on the space next to you but making sure to be as close to you as possible.

"thanks sugar," he muttered to thank you for saving him a seat. this is why you like sitting next to him. to be as close as possible while making it look like it's natural, it's necessary.

dazai had this habit of placing his arm on the back of the chair and you had a habit of discreetly leaning on it a few minutes later after you make sure he is paying attention to the on going lecture. he then proceeds to rub his thumb on the space between your two shoulder blades and that would be the routine. well it used to be.

dazai's eyes glances downwards and even if this isn't his first time seeing you in a skirt, this is his first time seeing you in thigh high socks. the way the socks bring out the essence of your thighs out more has him gulping.

dazai is a man of power and of great patience but he is a human after all and humans are weak infront of their desires.

so he really shouldn't be blamed when he continued to cast his eyes downwards to observe in every detail of your thighs through your ridden up skirt. he gulps once as he is almost tempted to run his hand over your thigh but stops himself when he feels the professor looking at him.

straightening up immediately, the troublemaker smirks at the professor with a raised eyebrow as if asking him the reason of making dazai his centre of attention. said teacher sighed before shaking his head as he muttered something under his breath, probably curses at dazai.

"dude, what did you do to him? he seems to hate you with a passion." dazai tilts his head to look at you who mumbled, a amused smile playing at your lips as you stare up at him before cocking your eyebrows up.

"guess he can't stand seeing someone as good looking as me, hm sugar?" dazai grinned at you cockily and you felt your heart beat escalating, you hum as you glance at the professor to see his back turned towards the class as he looked at a stack of papers on his desk. you took the chance, looking at dazai and eyeing him before you cross one leg over the other as you know really well how the action would make your skirt ride up.

hook up culture isn't something you are fond of but one night with this man is all you ask for, like a virgin maiden had you opened your arms to the sky as you prayed to the entity above before taking this very big step.

you felt your heart beat a particular thrust which made even you acknowledge its beat when you make dazai's eyes trail down to ogle at your exposed midthighs and those thigh high socks which makes your thigh look oh so grabby.

the notorious man found himself leaning in closer towards you just a bit as he smirked charmingly and raised his hand to drum his fingers against your temple.

"or maybe that old bastard is scared of something else which he knows i am capable of doing." he whispered. you were about to turn your head to stare at the front again had it not been for his other hand which immediately your jaw to hold you in place.

"capable of doing what?" you whisper out as you realized you had no choice but to stare at him, dazai smirked as he winked.

"let's play a game? if you win, i'll tell what i'm talking about to you." he offered and the maiden always found herself tempted by the devil, you nod.

"good girl sugar. this class is boring anyway." he brings your hand towards his cheek and leans on it and you playfully scoff, giving your professor a scared glance to see him not noticing what you two are up to, you look at dazai,

"oh hush now, not everyone is a genius like you dude. some of us actually gotta study like hell." you playfully poke his cheek.

dazai shrugs as he chuckled before leaning down to get something from his bag, you curiously peek at what's in his hand and seeing you do so, dazai decided to help you by opening his palm and you raised your eyebrows in curiosity and wonder when you noticed a pack of gummies in his hand. you look up at him, face painted in amusement and confusion and oh, how did he stop himself from leaning in and kissing your lips right now? even he isn't aware but he has always been a man of great self control and pretence.

dazai only grins to cover up the urge to bite his lip and thoughts which are urging him to push you on your knees right now and have you take him, even the thought itself makes him poke his inner cheek with his tongue while he tears the packet open and picks up one of the gummies between his index finger and thumb before he extended his hand to push it past your soft glossed lips as he lets the pad of his index finger linger a little on your upper lip to feel it's softness before he pulls his hand back to himself and smiled innocently as if he isn't imagining choking you on his dick.

he side glanced at the front of the class to make sure no preying eyes are being entertained, leaning near your ear to breath out and let his hot breath collide with the shell of your ear, dazai feels ecstatic to see you try to cross your legs discreetly. "is it good?"

the words sound lewd to you as you repeat the three words but imagine yourself in a completely different scenario, the tricks played on you by your inciting fervor for the male sitting next to you. you gulp before nodding.

dazai slumps down on his seat as he placed his arm around your shoulder to bring you a bit closer to him, his hands gripping your forearm and he whispered,

"say whatever you want to but isn't this class just a little too boring?" he whispered near your ear, a smirk on his face and if possible, said smirk only became more cocky when you nodded immediately as if not even aware of your own actions.

the gummy swirled in your mouth and you could feel it's flavor bursting into your tongue but all you could focus on was the desk infront of you as you realised that if you tried to move a bit, you could be against dazai's body. his words are a blur but his voice is prominent as always.

teasing, seductive and hot.

"why don't we play a game? i'll give you your answers if you win and i'll have a source of entertainment in this boring class, okay? see, this is a win win situation for the both of us." dazai shrugged, feigning innocence but when you nodded, he couldn't help but smirk devilishly.

devilishly in the sense that when you turned your head to look at him and you saw him staring down at you, the smirk on his face made you shiver as it made you realize how powerless you are against him and his intellect.

"the one to give up first loses." is all he said, didn't bother to explain the rules as he thought it would be better to show you how the game is played. because something about the fact of having you trust him without knowing what he has in store for you is addicting and pleasurable. to have you trust him blindly makes him feel giddy.

dazai picked a gummy from the packet and after a glance to the front to make sure no one is looking as you two are still in a classroom, he places the gummy on his collarbone before grinning at you.

"eat it." he mumbled. you widened your eyes for how is this man sane when he is asking to play this game which could be seen as nothing but sexual in a classroom full of students? doesn't matter if you two are situated at the very back of the class and the taller students sitting infront are towering and hiding you two barely.

"you must be joking." you muttered but all dazai did was shake his head, a cocky grin on his face.

"i can assure you that i am really not joking right now. what, you scared?" dazai teased and if possible, the cockiness dripping from his grin only increased as he looked down at you from his position.

you scoffed as you raised your eyebrows at him, you quickly looked at the front to make sure no one is looking before you leaned towards his neck. dazai snickered, the way you anxiously made sure no one would look behind was too adorable for his heart to not squeeze in fondness. he hooked his finger under his collar before pulling on it to make his collarbone and skin more visible and available for you.

you gulped as you leaned near the gummy and parted your lips which came in contact with his skin and dazai shuddered at the feeling. even though the touch was barely felt, it still has an effect on dazai who closed his eyes when he felt your lips press against his skin more as you gently bit on the gummy, leaning back with the gummy between your teeth had given you the opportunity to look at the way dazai's chest slightly heaved up and down and the furrow of his eyebrows.

as he opened his eyes and tilted his head with a smirk, you ate the gummy while taking another one from the packet and looking down your body as you tried to think of a spot which would get him just as flustered as you but then you pause, sparing a glance at the man who continued to watch you contemplate with a mocking pout on his face and you wonder, is it possible to make the dazai osamu flustured?

with a defeated sigh, you place the gummy on top of your thigh high in such a way that half of the gummy laid on your bare thigh skin and the other half on your sock.

you did not, even in your dreams, ever expect the man who could walk and have the trail of footsteps he left be crystallized and worshipped, to bite his bottom lip while a slight and and faint blush leaves its stamp on his cheeks.

"if you keep on staring, the lecture will be over soon." you taunt but in a playful fashion due to not being able to sit still under his intense and trance like gaze and dazai knew his actions and their effects on you.

"what a tease." he muttered as he extended his hand to pinch your thigh while leaning down leisurely and as his tongue passed his lips to swipe the gummy off your thigh, his hand slipped between your thighs to grab a handful of your flesh and squeeze it -- all just to elicit a very faint whimper from you which would reach only his ears.

"you really shouldn't be the one to utter that." you mumble, clearing your throat as you pull the gummy from his lips and twisted it between your fingers before you toss it in your mouth, covering your mouth with the back of your palm as you looked at the front just in time as the professor looked back and he, upon seeing dazai stare at you while biting his lip as he tried to restrain a smile from spreading onto his lips, shook his head.

it's not like he can actually correct the behavior of the brunette who comes from a family under whose feet money and people alike falls.

money speaks volumes to the public more than education ever did after all.

"what are you so scared for?" dazai began as he proped his elbow on the desk and leaned on it, staring at you with an obnoxiously attractive and smug grin but when you do not look nor speak to him in fear of getting caught by the professor, dazai puffs his cheeks a bit before he picks another gummy from the packet.

he shoved the packet into his pocket before he leaned forwards, a grin comparable to a mischievous child on his face as he drops the gummy between your breasts and he leans in to immediately scoop it between his teeth as well as moving his hand to grip your thigh again.

the reaction elicited was one dazai would remember and smile over for days for how could he not when you jumped slightly in your seat when you felt the gummy dropping on your chest and immediately feeling his breath on your skin, the way you looked down at the back of his head with widened eyes when you felt him lick a strip towards the gummy, you felt your legs clenching had it not been for the hand of his which is holding your one thigh and not letting it squeeze against the other -- for dazai needed to know what his limitations laid.

but what he did not know is there are no limitations you hold when it comes to dazai for how could you when your free leg crossed over the one dazai was holding so that he has no choice but to sit for the entirety of the lecture with his hand between your legs.

dazai raised his slender fingers to hook around and pull down on your top, he nibbled the top of your breast where the gummy laid before picking it up between his teeth and as he sat straight, the cocky smirk he showed wasn't meant for you but for the professor who was discreetly looking at you two and curling his fingers into fists, what a bad influence you are dazai.

"don't try to ignore me, you are breaking my heart and making me loose faith in romance." dazai scoffed playfully, faux sadness on the pout he displayed and you looked at him with the same playfulness he carried as you mockingly pouted too.

"why aren't you dead yet?" you teased and watched as the man let out a small and breathy whine, taking advantage of this playful and comfortable mood between you two to get even closer, laying his head on your shoulder and tilting his head to brush his lips against your neck which made you shudder.

"if sir catches us and if i get in trouble, i will make sure you pay for it." your warning is nothing but a joke and he knows it but even if it wasn't, it wouldn't have been much of a problem for he knows what words to use to make you go all shy and giggly.

"you won't get in trouble sugar. i'll make sure of it. but it's amusing how you are scared of sir catching us rather than focusing on the fact that a guy is extremely close to you to do whatever he wants to." dazai breathed out and watches how after his breath hitting your skin makes it a tourist destination for goosebumps.

in response, you squeeze his hand (still sandwiched between your thigh he is gripping and the back of the other one) hardly but it only makes him hum as he parted his lips to let his tongue out and moisten his plush, bottom lip.

"not afraid?" dazai whispers. you shake your head as your eyes fall on him and you smile.

"you don't give me a reason to be." you whisper out as it felt right to be quiet in such a vulnerable moment shared and when you looked into his eyes, how were you supposed to look away from this man who makes everything so breathtakingly beautiful whenever he is doing it?

"good, let's keep it that way." dazai mumbled yet his eyes fell on your lips and you knew he shared the same thoughts, desperation and feelings with you. you knew you aren't the only one feeling suffocated from not being able to just lean forwards and capture his lips in a kiss.

dazai's lithe fingers slipped into his pockets and into the gummy packet from which he picked one and raised it towards your lips, your eyes shakily followed as you tried not to make your unstable respiration visible but when has something ever been hidden from the man who is the master of hiding?

your lips part as dazai gently pushed half of the gummy into your mouth and when you tried to look to the front to make sure if anyone had turned to look at you two, you found your movements restricted by the man whose hand came to grab your jaw while the other (still sandwiched between your thighs) squeezed your thigh.

you let out a confused hum and to hear more noises leaving the temple of your mouth for dazai to worship is his wish as a human bounded by his desires, to have the maiden kiss his feet after he fulfills her wish is his desire as the devil, lulling you into him. so why won't he do what he did when his hand which was grabbing your jaw pulled you forwards and he tilted his head a bit to take the other half of the gummy between his teeth.

his hand immediately left your jaw to grab both of your hands and place it on his crotch, pushing them down onto it and letting you feel as his cock hardens a bit under your palms. the intensity of the situation making your eyes close shut.

a breathy whimper leaves your lips and it makes dazai hiss as he presses your palms harder onto his crotch and as a result, you squeeze his hand tighter between your thighs in an attempt to cross your legs and not feel how his actions are affecting your cunt and hormones.

"dazai osamu." the name called in a very cold and strict tone is what made you to immediately pull back. much to dazai's displeasure as he made sure to keep your hands still above his crotch and with a bored gaze, turned to look at the professor.

"yes sir, how may i help you?" his voice is overcoated with sugar and sickening honey as he blinks innocently yet the grin on his face just makes it clear how 'innocent' he actually is. dazai stares into the professor's eyes, not shying away from making direct eye contact.

you, on the other hand, gulp when you notice most of the class turning their heads to look back at you and you just hope they don't find this position weird or suspect anything as dazai refuses to leave your hands, instead, he guides your hands to squeeze his dick and your breath almost hitched at the small and barely audible whine he let out. does money make one so brave or does he truly have, like he claimed, a trick up his sleeve which makes him one step superior to the professor?

you try to appear normal and not flustured but how can you when the constant movements of the man's hand makes your own to squeeze down on his cock and the way his thighs jerk or he lets out short intake of breaths meant to show how much pleasure he is gaining from all this is constantly reaching you, so, how can you appear normal?

"please do stay back after class and let's have a small tea party." the professor speaks sarcastically and his words weren't meant for you, you knew yet still your ears burned in shame when the class snickered or straight up giggled but so did dazai.

dazai giggled sweetly, pretending to be flattered and shy as he replied back, "my my, is this a date between us two sir?"

you look down to try to muffle the snicker that was to leave your lips at the humorous words of the man and the sight of you being affected by his words like he hoped to, made dazai's heart fuzzy and and his cocky smile to widen.

so it really isn't much of a surprise when dazai is seen happily making his way to the professor's office, behind said authority figure, but what is surprising is you walking alongside dazai. you aren't in trouble and your professor made that much clear when he told you he had a departmental meeting to attend and wouldn't trust dazai in his office alone. as a fairly well performing student and sometimes making small talks and jokes with the professor, he thought you will make a good choice (also considering that you are one of the few people the troublemaker seems to get along with) to be the one to supervise over dazai and said troublemaker was overly ecstatic too with the professor's choice.

however, you weren't. not even in the slightest to be asked to stay back after lectures and you made it known to the joyful troublemaker next to you by walking with slumped shoulders and furrowed eyebrows which said troublemaker found adorable.

but he couldn't have you sulking, can he?

so dazai takes a step closer to you and at the same time wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer, your eyes widening in surprise; flattered, and it made his heart flutter when you let out an almost inaudible gasp as you feel his fingers teasingly lift the hem of your skirt, dazai almost giggled but to stop himself from doing so and risking the professor looking back at you two, he tilted his head down to nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck and then he smiled, in your shade.

"you don't look pleased. am i that displeasing for you to look so bothered?" his words were provocation and he knew you didn't know of so and this is why he continued on with this act when you furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him ; you shook your head as you felt panick begin from your toes and raise towards your lower abdomen, you looked down at his hand on the side of your thigh as it played with the hem of your skirt and when the panick reached till your chest, you grabbed his hand and clasped it tightly as you looked at him, eyes wild in panick.

panick of loosing this tension created and of things going back to the way they were because you really can not tolerate going back to being casual deskmates after playing such a dangerous game which had desire and self control as its two rules.

dazai felt the ends of his lips curl up into a satisfied grin when he stared right into your eyes and watched you bringing his hand towards your mouth -- towards your lips specifically and he practically leaned on his toes when he felt the faintest touch of your lips on his hand before you pulled his hand more near and bit the skin of the backside of his palm.

dazai, in return, bit his lip as he looked away with a smile and when you freed his hand from your grip, he looked down at the pink skin and teeth mark left by you and smirked.

he leaned his head on your shoulder again and this is when you mumbled , "someone was being all cocky and saying they wouldn't let me get in trouble. what happened to that?"

dazai snickered quietly at the teasing tone and hummed, tilting his head up to slightly lick your jaw before he whispered against it, "isn't trouble worth it if it's with me?"

when you do not reply but only look at him with a cocked eyebrow, dazai puffed out his cheeks yet again to let his displeasure be known as now he sulked, yet unlike him, you didn't try to make any efforts in making him feel better.

"i hope you don't hold me asking you to stay here after lectures against me --" your professor began and you immediately separated from dazai, nodding at the man and the way you took a step forwards to listen to your professor better had dazai poking his inner cheek with his tongue, not liking it at all.

for when the devil sees one fearing his own kind more than him, he feels humiliated, challenged.

dazai osamu never liked feeling second to someone else but he stays put and doesn't do anything except glare at your back and if only you could turn your head to look at the ferocious glare he has, maybe you would drop on your knees right there and then and maybe he knew it too and this is why he continued to glare at you yet a cocky smirk slowly crept to his lips like a snake slithering towards its unsuspecting prey.

"i will be back in thirty minutes or before, please keep an eye on that troublemaker and i'll make sure to give you extra credit for this." your professor promised and who were you to refuse?

the maiden found shelter in the priest and his vows yet a shelter is different from a home.

a home.

dazai.

no one else.

. . . is it understood?

maybe it was your naivety to not notice or find anything wrong with dazai's unusual quietness as you two entered the professor's office.

or maybe you knew it damn well and still decided to go for it because the maiden grew greedy and wanted more, to make a deal with the devil.

dazai's sharp eyes followed when you sat on the leather chair next to him and he watched your eyes scanning over the office before you hummed, impressed.

yet he also watched the stack of papers on the professor's desk which caught your attention and how you immediately approached it while saying something along the lines of, "these must be the class test papers. do you want to see your paper too?"

"not really, go ahead." dazai muttered lowly and he felt his finger twitch when you only hummed. is his voice not seductive? why are you being so nonchalant?

did you ever wonder why the devil approached the pure maiden? maybe it is the devil that got seduced and not the other way around and maybe this is why the devil wanted to make a deal with the maiden so he could keep her all for himself.

you leaned down a bit on the desk as you searched for your paper among the many others and found it after a great deal of effort being used and this made you a bit tired to have to go through all the different papers to find your's and then arrange them back in the pile. you looked down at your paper with a slight excitement mixed with a slight anxiety but when your eyes fell on your mark, you raised your eyebrows in awe.

not bad. most of your answers were correct but they weren't what you were interested in, you were more interested in seeing the ones you got wrong and so to make yourself more comfortable, you leaned on the desk.

dazai gritted his teeth and looked away when he saw your breasts being squished between the glossed wooden table and your body and slowly, oh so slowly, his eyes trailed to your lower body to see your skirt riding up (due to leaning and practically laying on the table).

dazai stared long enough to make out the colour of your panties and if he stared a bit more, he could make out the outline of your cunt and he did. for if he hadn't, then he wouldn't have seen the wet patch on it and gotten the courage to do what he did next.

dazai knew it was too weird for you to not have any effect because of his flirting but now that it is clear you were only putting on an act of nonchalance to hide your obvious reaction to him, he felt his deflating ego rising from the bottom to take lead of him again.

like an eagle, he stood up from the chair he was sitting on to approach you and made his presence very obvious to you. your breath refused to leave your windpipe when you could easily make out dazai's crotch pressing against your ass, his legs on your's and when he leaned down, you could feel his chest against your waist.

your hands holding your quiz paper shook slightly and he smirked upon seeing so as he raised one hand to run it down your back.

"show it to me, sugar." dazai muttered lowly against your ear and lord, oh lord, the gravel tone he spoke in made you want to beg him to take you at the very moment but self restraint is a humorous thing and it won't let you submit till it broke in half.

you do not reply but lick your lips which suddenly got really dry, shakily raising your hands to let him have a clear view of your paper and you looked down, staring at the desk you are inappropriately laying on.

"next page," dazai ordered when the first page showed no incorrect answers and when you failed to listen to him, he gently pinched the back of your thigh which made you to slightly jerk forwards at the unexpected action yet what followed it was his crotch being pressed against your ass.

you whimpered at the touch as the more he pressed his crotch against you, the more you felt the wet patch of your panties rubbing against your wet folds.

"hey, i asked you to do something so why won't you? wasn't i clear?" he hissed down next to your ear and you wondered why is he so worked up?

but how would you know when your forehead is pressed against the desk and your forehead is all sweaty? how would you know how his eyes didn't even glance up to see you pathetically trying to turn the page with shaky fingers and failing.

"what are you even gonna do after seeing it? you don't look even a bit interested in it." you try to speak but your voice comes out as a whine which makes dazai close his eyes. he hummed, moving his hips back before he pushed his crotch against you again to elicit the sound from you one more time. he felt as if didn't hear it right, didn't savour it right the first time.

"what are you --" you mumble when he humped against you again but soon found yourself missing the touch and rhythmic thrust when he stopped and the way his hard on cock could be felt between your ass cheeks.

"-- no, please don't stop." you begged softly and with such fragility that it was evident how your arousal and attraction towards the man behind you is playing with your mind. but when the man only snickered, refusing to move and fulfill your wishes, you took matters into your own hands and pushed your ass against his crotch.

as he hissed, you were made very aware of the hard and clothed dick pushing your skirt and panties between your folds and it made you let out another needy whine

you hide your face against your arms, forehead pressed on the desk after dazai grabbed the paper from your hands and carelessly tossed it on the stack of other papers ; he humped against you again and released a deep breathy sigh.

"ah . . . fuck, fuck, fuck." dazai cursed lowly under his breath as each curse was accompanied by a thrust which left him breathless, his throat felt dry while your legs felt hot and so did your core. you had to spread your legs for him but you didn't find the energy to do so and neither did dazai who has no greater urge then to rip your skirt off but all he could do at the hands of the one who now has him in captivity, is to let out whimpers and curses as he pathetically dry humped against you.

why he felt at such a loss of energy could be explained with great simplicity, really. he felt so because he is in a great state of euphoria, more then what his body and heart could handle and so he feels overwhelmed.

"please, please let me -- ahh, please? fuck, gotta fuck you. need to feel your preety pussy sucking me in, please let me sugar. please." needily he whined as he leaned down even more to bury his face against your neck and whisper against it. his pleas were answered with you grinding against him as short breaths, gasps and whines were all that left the castle of your mouth and through your lips.

though he isn't dazai if he doesn't turn the odds to his favors soon.

"let me fuck you? gotta fuck you. maybe then you'll realise what you did wrong." he rapsed but as if it's a secret between you both, you and dazai knew he wasn't referring to the quiz paper but to something else which was revealed with his next action.

and it seemed like he wanted a verbal answer for your nod had no effect on him and didn't push him to go through with his next course of actions.

dazai's lithe fingers found access under your skirt and he ran the back of his index finger along the plush of your ass while he whispered, "why don't you cling to me instead of that old professor sugar?"

his voice was between a whine and a growl and it only made you to grip the edge of the table at the tone he spoke in only made you aware of your own needy state.

"come on, you know i'm better than he could ever be, right?" dazai whined against your neck and to get a response from you other than the short breaths you let out, he nibbled at your skin while at the same time, in perfect coordination, his hands moved towards the waistband of your panties as he pulled it and stopped, eyes looking down at the table you are squished on with wrath,

"gonna fuck you on this table yeah? old hag needs to know he isn't better than me," dazai tilted his head up towards your ear as he whispered out, "and definitely not a better choice for you." he licked your earshell.

the movement of his crotch rutting against your ass stopped as he moved a bit back only to smile arrogantly when you whined out loud, hooking your ankle around his in a pathetic and quick attempt to stop him from taking a step back.

"please . . ." you opened your eyes and leaned up to look back at him, sweat drops forming on your forehead and lips almost swollen from how hard you were biting down on it, ". . . fuck me. put your hands all over me dammit!" you whined, irritated at the lose of touch.

"yeah? why should i?" dazai raised his eyebrows as he stared down at you for a few seconds before he crumbled, his arrogance being bullied around by his arousal and he found himself leaning forwards to grab your breast, squeezing it harshly as a demand for a response.

". . . please, please? fuck, please, i just need to -- you can't do this to me after riling me up so much . . . hah, seriously? fuck. stop looking at me like that." you mumbled because your arousal froze when you stared at his brown pupils, the ones bearing many secrets and plans, many fortunes and tragedies and how on earth can even lust bow down to admire someone's beauty?

the way his hair sticked to his sweaty forehead and he stared at you with an obnoxiously arrogant smirk yet the pink dust spreading onto his cheeks gave it away how he, with an overbearing beauty, is affected by his hormones and feelings and emotions and lust and why aren't you playing along with him so he could just fuck you?

no. he don't want to just fuck you. when the one who never had anything handed to him with love finds someone he wants to invest his love in, no matter in which shape or form it is in, he won't be satisfied with normality.

he will torture you and himself till he gets what he wants.

for who do you think he is? isn't he the one who walks so even the demi-gods and goddesses can admire and feel envious for feeling threatened and admiration for a mere mortal whose ecstacy comes from being in situations where his heart accelerates and he is hanging on the thin line between life and death.

"why should i when this is how you look at me during lectues?" dazai breathed out and his raspy tone could ascend you to the deepest pits of pleasure and then push you to the cliff of greed and desperation for more. dazai who still has your breast between his fingers, squeezed it as he glared down at you, "always looking at me so prettily and giving that old hag more of a chance to pick on me --"

he leaned a bit towards you as he extended his other hand to twirl your hair strand, "-- do you do it on purpose? knowing i won't focus on shit?" dazai muttered lowly, voice seductive and smooth like honey flowing through a honey comb and luring a man towards its, hiding its danger behind its tempting look.

"that's not my problem." you scoff yet the arrogance laying in your eyes at the sudden fact is not something he will let go so easily.

dazai pulled on your hair to pull you closer before he peppered small kisses along the curve of your jaw, you felt his lips extremely close to your own but before you could feel even the lightest touch of his lips on your own -- he moved back.

"then you being a needy mess isn't my problem as well." he squeezed your breast again before leaving it but before he could pull his hand back to himself, you grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand towards your breasts again. he could feel your legs shaking as you looked at him with a slight frown, desperate to do anything to please him so he could do so in return. this chance won't be coming again and so it should not be wasted at all.

dazai's hand grabbed the flesh of your breast, continuing to squeeze it and with each squeeze, the next one got prominently rougher and harder while he stared into your eyes. something about the sweatbeads on your forehead, bottom lip being sucked in as you pursed your lips and bit them and the especially tempting,  pure and desperate flashing in your eyes had his breath increasing greatly.

and a few and very dragged out seconds, dazai lets out a shaky and frustrated breath before his hands left your breast and hair strand to grab the curve of your body and turned you around so you were once again facing the table. dazai leaned forwards to hide his face against your neck while one of his hands left their initial position to slither down towards under your skirt to your ass.

"you are being such a brat. why are you being a brat? can't you just be good for me sugar? let me fuck you like a good girl?" he whined out and as his frustrations grew by the way he seemed to torture only himself by teasing you, dazai gently bit your neck and you hissed out at the sudden action but with each second passing, the intensity and force in his bites increased till he was biting you hard enough to leave his teeth marks.

you shuddered a bit when you felt his index finger drag down your ass till it reached the waistband of your panties, his cold fingers provided an oddly addicting sensation but it soon disappeared when he pulled your panties down and let them pool by your ankle. and he impatiently grinned against you again, this time, however, the only thing separating his clothed cock from your bare ass is your skirt.

his sneaky hands found a path between his quick and continuous humping to pull your skirt up to your waist. he stared down at your ass with a hungry stare and he would've loved to go on his knees and just have a taste had it not been you fueling his sexual frustration and neediness with the way your whimpers and soft whines only accelerates his frustration further and his frustration pours the spotlight on the growing arousal he needs to get relieved of now or else he won't be able to feel the same pleasure he could feel at this moment if he tried to pleasure himself later, he knew.

"fuck, be a good girl already sugar so I can just fuck you already." dazai whined loudly, pulling down at the sleeve of your top to move his lips against your shoulder to plant a soft kiss before he parted his lips to let his teeth sink into your shoulder, biting it hard. you yelped.

was this not your breaking point with the way his teeth teased you and brought you pain yet the humping against your naked ass brought you pleasure? the heat from his body behind your's and the slight shake of his body with each whine and whimper he released only made you break further. and you did.

your head was buried between your arms on the desk as you loudly begged, "please please please -- ah, i need you, I want you, please!" you raised your voice in sexual frustration.

the man behind you who played a dangerous game by playing with your and his lust finally felt satisfied and hence why he was quick to unbuckle his belt with the flick of his hand down the buckle of the belt.

you raised your head and looked over your shoulder, licking your lips as you began to rub your thigh together and watched him pull his belt out and as much as dazai enjoyed watching the fat of your ass move with your leg movements, he could not let you pleasure yourself -- not when he is there.

he raised his knee to push it between your thighs and to stop your movements and you pouted again, as you stared at him but he had no mercy as he took his belt and leaned forwards to wrap it around your stomach and pull it along your back, tying it and gripping the leftover part in his palm.

you saw him pull down his zipper with haste before he pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. he used the belt he tied around your waist and stomach as a controlled of sorts, jerking it to tell you to look forwards and he leaned in, placing his hand on the edge of the desk and next to your hips.

with the other hand, he grabbed his cock and stroked and pumped it thrice (you knew cause your eyes refused to leave him and devour in the sight of him), he guided the tip wet with precum towards your inner thigh and rubbed it against it twice.

"'i'm sorry! sorry! sorry! please dazai, don't be like that. fuck me! fuck me!" you whined out loud and dazai snickered at the way you were so fucked up by his teasing that you didn't even realize you were apologizing to please him when the situation isn't even asking for it. he could feel his cock twitch at your willingness to please and flatter him.

"yeah? you are? not gonna be a brat now, are we?" dazai taunted but at the moment even his taunts are so sexy to hear so you comply, nodding.

"yeah, i'll be good. promise, dazai! for real!" you whine again as you feel him increase the pace of rubbing his tip against your inner thigh. dazai hummed as he spreaded your cheek with one hand and grabbed his cock again, pushing it against your inner labia to collect some of your juices to guarantee a smooth entrance for him and mostly you.

"yeah? but sugar don't you realize where we are right now? what if sir walks in?" dazai smirked as he raised his eyes to stare at you staring at him with wide eyes and a pout as you shook your head quickly, arching your back and trying to push your ass against his crotch but he stopped you by pulling at the belt again.

"we will be quick! trust me, please? i will go mad if you don't touch me right now." your whines, the more he heard, the more he desired to hear more.

dazai fauxed hesitance as he looked at you with faux uncertainty but you knew of the act he is putting on immediately as his actions heavily contrasted his words ; he slowly pushed only the tip of his dick inside your hole.

"i mean i'm up for it sugar but what if we get caught? you'll get in trouble too." he teased, mocked your patience even when he saw how transparent his lack of care for getting himself or you in trouble is, he has the sources to get out of trouble anyway so why would he be afraid?

he warned but then why is the danger himself lurking closer to your breasts before slithering upwards towards your neck as if poison spreading through your veins?

but then again has temptation and lust ever been less dangerous than actual poison? one who kills you physically or one who messes with you mentally and emotionally and then physically?.

temptation has always been the devil's strong weapon, his pride and his charm.

"but didn't --" oh the man whose fingertips spreads temptation and adulterous thoughts into your head, why would you not even let the girl infront of you, bending for you, to complete her sentence?

rudely thrusting into you to break a moan out of your vocal chord is what he did and hiding your face in your arms is what you did.

"were you saying something sugar?" dazai smirked, you know he did cause it was evident with the edge of arrogance in his words but you took advantage of not being able to look at his face to speak up or else you would've surely stuttered and stumbled on your own words.

"for someone claiming they won't let me get in trouble, you are awfully going back on your own words a lot of tim -- dazai!" you yelp out his name but surely you'll wonder later if your words weren't what dazai seemed as interesting for he intrupted you everytime with a thrust.

but this one had you screaming out his name ; bare and skin to skin, warmth and wetness, clamping down and penetrating were all simulations you two felt at once.

"yeah? welllll," he dragged on, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue before he jerked the belt and pushed on your back to make it into a perfect arch and began thrusting at a rapid pace after dragging out his teasing for too long and he rasped out in between, "guess i gotta keep my word. can't go back on them now, right sugar?"

dazai asked but when he didn't get any reply other then filthy moans from you, he tutted in what seemed like faux disappointment though its hard to hear his voice over your pleasure filled one.

his hand went down to graze and grab your knee before he pushed it up on the desk, leaning his head near your neck again to whimper against it while pounding into you.

his cock penetrated in and out of your walls before but this new position had given him an opening to graze the tip against the one spot which made your b shiver upon it being disturbed but once you didn't feel the head of his cock grazing against the spot as he pulled back (before thrusting in again just two seconds later), you found yourself missing it and so, you tried to meet his thrusts ; you moved your hips back at the same time as he thrusted forwards. a breathy moan left you as you digged your nails on your elbows (due to having your arms folded on top of the desk).

"fine, if you won't answer me then make sure to scream my name out as loud as you can." he muttered in between whimpers and whines, he could feel sweat drops dripping down his back and forehead, the way your walls sucked his dick in as if promising to not settle for anything other then drowning it. this is what lead to his quick thrusts as he wanted to feel the feeling again and soon.

the desk began to move with each movement and if only you were conscious and rational enough to worry about the stack of quiz papers falling down, you would've raised your head to look at it and would also be curious to look back and that's when you could've seen the hand holding onto the belt around your waist and how tightly he was holding the ends. hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

your eyes barely stay open as you feel dazai tug you closer using the belt around your waist and you probably heard him take a step forwards as well but you aren't sure when his hand reached down towards your core to push against your inner thigh, making you spread your legs a bit more.

your eyes close and you rely on your other senses as your hardened nipples find pleasure in the friction created by your clothed breasts moving against the desk with every thrust dazai makes.

over your own pleasure filled voice, it is hard to hear anything else but due to the close proximity and dazai's lips moving against your skin, you felt and somewhat barely heard his whimpers and unstable intakes of breaths.

the hand on your inner thigh slithered upwards when he felt his balls tightening and your walls clamping around him even tighter to the point the man felt his knees growing weak.

dazai let out a shuddering breath as he leaned his chest against your back, squeezing you against him and the desk as his fingers traced around your wet outer labia.

"dazai!" a scream ripped through your throat when you felt it clearly ; the way his cock hitted your g-spot. your scream made him caress your outer labia using a bit of force, your back arched and dazai's lips peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder, pulling down on your top sleeve using his teeth to continue marking your shoulder with his bite marks.

dazai's eyes rolled back as your walls squeezed him tighter with each hard thrust to your g-spot and he stopped pushing and tracing your outer labia. he raised his hand and head to look at the glossy coating on his fingers and with a smirk, he brought his finger near his lips before smearing your juice all over his lips and licking it.

a high pitched moan left his lips as he tilted his head back at the way he is teasing himself. closing his eyes to hear the erotic sound of his dick slamming in and out of your wet cunt, his balls hitting against your ass with each slam and your moans and whines -- this all pushed him over the edge more but he wasn't satisfied with this much and wanted more so, dazai traced his hand along his chest before raising it towards his neck and slightly choking himself.

he raised his head to look at your fucked out stare and still arched back, a very faint red blush began to spread on his cheeks as his eyes narrowed. curling his toes and digging his nails in the base of his shoes to obtain any kind of stability, he began to move even faster and you chocked on your moans.

"can't really let you cum here sugar. you'll ruin the professor's desk." dazai smirked and relished when your breath hitched and you shook your head, loudly begging.

"no! please no! don't be so mean to me dazai!"

"but i am only being considerate of our professor sugar." dazai snickered and you had to bite down on your lip before you parted them to speak out again,

"w-what a mean guy! you don't even kiss me but say all kinds of romantic things! you go around teasing me but when i try to do the same, you act like a fucking virgin. i make you loose focus in class? yeah as if --" you stop to moan as he licked a spot on your neck before sucking on it,

"-- what about you and your sneaky touches? always teasing me! making me so worked up and hot. and now when you are finally fucking me, you deny me of my orgasm!" you squeal when dazai pulled hard on the belt and all the while, his thrusts never once lost their velocity.

"you wanna kiss me sugar? i am a mean guy tho." dazai teased and squeezed his neck a little harder, moaning lowly at the pleasure surging through his body.

"yeah." you moan out as you decide you can't reply with a witty remark as you feel the knot of pleasure being pulled in two directions ; one by dazai's dick and the other by the rubbing of your squeezed breasts against the desk.

"soon. yeah? gonna kiss you really soon and really good." dazai uttered a promise and once again dropped his face against your neck, abandoning the belt to wrap both of his arms around your waist and under your stomach to lift your ass up a bit for even more easy access as he panted.

one thrust to your g-spot had sparkles flying inside your entire body. your knot of pleasure was reaching its limit as he pulled at it even more.

the other thrust made him gasp as your walls squeezed down hard onto him.

the third thrust made the desk to inch forward, rocking it and along with it you felt the friction hitting your hardened yet clothed nipple and it spreaded a very raw ounce of pleasure behind your chest and towards your back, making it arch.

the knot grew weaker and weaker and was barely holding on.

the last thrust was followed by him whimpering out your name and your knees went weak, you would've fallen on your knees if it weren't for him holding you up.

the knot broke and cum flowed down his dick making it hard for him to thrust in and out without his dick slipping out and so he stopped to allow you both to catch your breaths.

". . . can i kiss you now?" dazai slowly mumbled when he felt you calming down from your high and a hiss left your lips when he pulled his still hard dick out of your hole.

you chuckle breathlessly, "lord, you are unbelievable."

yet you still try to support yourself on your arms before realizing dazai still has his arms wrapped around you and so he lifted you before turning you around.

your back hits the desk, cum dripping down your thigh yet your focus is on his still hard dick even when dazai cupped your jaw in his palm and raised it to capture your lips in his, your eyes immediately shut close yet your hands travel down to grab his dick, stroking it once using your index finger as if to feel it.

this had dazai gasp against your lips. you wrap your hands around his dick before beginning to pump it and dazai shows his appreciation to your action by moving his hips as well, thrusting into your hands.

you part your lips when you feel him part his but you are taken by a pleasant surprise when instead of letting his tongue explore your mouth, he tilts his head in such an angle that he can nibble on the side of your bottom lip as well as move his lips below your bottom lip.

your grip on his cock tightened when you sense his thrusts become faster yet you still remain unaware of how dazai's eyes are opened and boring holes into the ones of the one on the door who is flabbergasted, shocked ; the professor.

dazai winked at the professor before tilting his head up to capture your lips in a kiss again, mouth parting open and shamelessly moaning into your mouth when your last pump made his cum to shoot out and stain your hands with it.

dazai's arms wrap around your waist again, close to your waist as he makes sure your skirt is covering your bare ass before reaching towards your cunt to swipe some of it on the pad of his index finger and pulling his hand up to show it to the professor.

you feel dazai's lip attack your upper lip, kissing and sucking it before kissing you again, saliva mixing with your's and a filthy wet sound being produced which he is sure the professor heard.

you pull back from the kiss, panting as dazai used his other hand to push your head against his shoulder, mouthing the words with a mocking and cocky smirk to the man whose presence you are unaware of,

"tissues," he mouthed and when the professor began to glare at him again, about to shout, dazai looked down at you again before leaning in to kiss you again.

[sukunasun]

I hope this ask finds you well! I simply MUST tell you about my latest Nanami fantasy. Feel free to ignore lol

So I've been obsessed with your Professor Nanami thoughts, I've always had little fantasies about him like that, but recently I thought of a combination between your Professor Nanami and the BEAUTIFUL chubby fem reader x Nanami fic you wrote.

I hate to take up your time but I simply must indulge in the thought. I imagine Professor Nanami, tall and awkward, stern and often seen as rude, falling madly infatiated with the new chubby biology professor that has joined his same university. They rarely cross paths, but when they do, he feels like a lovesick fool watching her go across the courtyard swiftly, shifting through documents, barely paying attention to the world around her. He wants to talk to her, woo her, pick at her brain and hear her ramble about her passion for her teaching subject. He wishes he still had that passion for teaching, wasn't dulled by the lack of interest in his students (Itadori is one of the few who brings his passion back every time he receives an update email).

But like I said, he's awkward, and he's a die hard romantic so he wishes they had a kind of "meet cute" encounter where she drops her papers and he helps pick them up, introducing himself, inviting her out to coffee. He feels silly when he imagines all the scenarios he could officially meet her, get her name from her own mouth instead of the university faculty index online. He just wants a chance to know her, learn about her, see her as more than a bubbly professor who is way out of his league.

Of course his thoughts don't stay pure. He often thinks of her late at night, in his office or his bed, finishing paperwork and imagining her taking his fountain pen away, coaxing him to relax with a neck massage, pressing her breasts into the back of his head. He imagines taking her on his desk, or a fancy hotel after a romantic dinner, something hot and wild or passionate and soothing. It's the only way he can get off nowadays, thinking about her in all the ways he wishes he could.

Maybe Geto and Gojo encourage him to get out of his comfort zone and ask her on a date. Maybe they do have a meet cute encounter and fall in love instantly. Maybe he's too timid around her and continues to pine in silence. Regardless, just the thought of her makes his stomach flip in the most delicious way, and he doesn't think he'll ever be able to recover.

Alrighty, I'm all done lol. Thank you for your time and I hope you have the loveliest day. Your writing is always fantastic and inspires me endlessly, so I hope you're doing well 💕

thank you so much for sharing your thoughts! i loved loved loved reading this !! i'm so happy he's gotten so much appreciation, im sure he'd find it all very overwhelming and unnecessary, but it'll encourage him to give himself a chance for once.

because nanami's more than his semblance and stature. they say he's an awkward, rude man who's out to make his student's social lives just as non-existent. as. yuuji puts it, "he added an extra assignment for the week, now i have to cancel my date, i'm gonna be alone forever!"

and kusakabe snorts when you bring him up. "nanami kento? that guy only cares about work, he doesn't talk to women let alone go on dates,"

"must be one of those aloof and stoic types—" higuruma is at least observational in his judgement "—i don't know of his preferences, but in terms of dating...he'd likely be attracted to someone similar." he shrugs from behind his desk, stacks of files and paperwork piled high. his words could mean anything but higuruma rarely makes vague, blanket statements. never the kind to shy away from specifics and specific connotations.

thinking about it now. you and nanami would be equals in regards to intelligence. a pair of smart and capable people leading their fields. although when it comes to appearances, two people couldn't be more different. where he is tall and muscular, with thick forearms and a chest sturdy as a brick wall, you are rounded and curvy beneath your lab coat.

still, the general consensus on his not-so-friendly disposition wasn't enough to dissuade you, there's always a possibility he'd be kind as he is smart. the thought of running into professor nanami was a situation most unprepared for. what does one do when faced with the most unattainable man on campus. his accolades and accomplishments aside, it is clear he isn't pursuing a relationship. at least not in the way he's pursued knowledge and truth all this while.

it has never been more difficult to cross paths given that STEM and econs buildings were a distance apart. there hadn't been an overlap in students or staff meetings or social circles either, as if he were on a totally different side of the world. sometimes you notice him and it makes your heart flutter. a rare sighting of the creature of your affections standing by the window of his office but turning away the second he sees you, pulling the curtains shut. other times, he sits by the bench near the park, leg crossed over his knee as he balances papers on his thigh. even when deep into grading papers, he senses your presence walking by and leaves in an instant. his feet moving at a brisk pace, carrying an old messenger bag with him. as if he's doing it all on purpose, going out of his way to avoid you.

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after nanami's dashed and made it to the safety of his office, he's left peeking through the small sliver of light from his curtains, watching you sigh and take a seat where he'd been.

"maah...he's staring again," gojo's voice is a grating sound to nanami's ears. always a mocking, teasing lilt heard from behind him. he's about to stop them from entering because they're always meddling at the wrong time but feels the weight of gojo's arm slinging over his shoulder. ah. too late.

geto laughs right in his face before shaking his head and tutting, "our kouhai hasn't learned a thing!"

"i don't know what you're talking about," nanami makes his defense. looking down at his loafers, they're all scuffed from years of wear, but he likes that the leather has darkened, the soles are still intact, and it has taken shape to his feet perfectly. kinda like how his two seniors are just as familiar. always circling and hovering around him, ready to strike with a jab or a hard truth. gojo and geto are terrible at subtlety as they are at being his wingmen.

"still wallowing?" gojo hums, his index finger coming up to nanami's cheek and poking the skin incessantly. "by the way you should really start using a toner—"

"stop it—" nanami swats his hand away, clicking his teeth "—i'm not wallowing." he sounds so juvenile like this, only with these two does he lose all reputation. turning back into that annoyed and moody teen with acne and a fringe, cooped up in a library and getting addicted to caffeine.

geto snorts, "you've made it your whole identity, 'woe is me, i'm so awkward and ugly and no one will ever put up with me'," he believes nanami's become attached to self-pity and judging by how well he's able to twist the knife with people, nanami isn't adamant on refuting his claim.

instead, he scoffs, "i never said i was ugly—" that he knows is an overstatement, but picking out the 'wrong' thing, the flaw in geto's argument helps to deflect from the unflattering truth. no one will ever put up with me. and geto knows nanami's swerving around because he gives him an unimpressed look, 'that's beside the point,' he'd say.

nanami tries to explain, "—it's always best to be honest and fair when making judgements of oneself." if that were the case, he'd remind himself of all the times he's chickened out of speaking to you. choosing to hide in the dark of his office to calm his beating heart at being caught red-handed or dashing away when you found him grading papers outside. 'coward' says the voice in his head. he ignores it for now.

"aw man he's being self-deprecating again, guru-chan do something!" satoru sighs, shaking his head as if disappointed, then hugs nanami. not a full teddy bear hug, but he squeezes nanami a centimetre closer with his slung arm, and it feels the same as being lit on fire. uncomfortable and definitely not helpful for the situation he's in right now.

suguru saves him at least by pushing satoru's arm away. "c'mon 'ken, you've been pining over her for months, what do you have to lose?" he counters and nanami doesn't know if he's more scared of being denied what he wants most or having to lose it all. weighing out the risks comes naturally to him but backing it up with indefatigable proof is unfortunately not a power he hones.

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you're having lunch with higuruma today. just lunch. a meal shared between two colleagues and nothing more—

—is what nanami tells himself when he spots the two of you by the newly opened cafe near campus. the scene is so picturesque as if taken from a painting. you sit by a window, sunlight pouring in and across your features, beaming rays of light decorating you in gold and amber. he's picked a few cues from the man opposite you, one being that whatever's going on between you two is beyond platonic intent.

which he can't fault the lawyer for. no man would pass up the opportunity for something more. who wouldn't fall within the first second of laying eyes on you? the way nanami did. he remembers your shiny hair blowing in the wind when rushing to and from lecture halls, the soft plumpness of your cheeks rising with every smile, a torch of passion lit in your eyes when hearing you talk about research. with interest and a warm, almost fond curiosity.

this is to say that nanami isn't innocent in his own intentions with you. berating himself is part of romance too. 'she's not a prize to be won. she's a woman. brilliant and beautiful,' he thinks it'll be easier to succumb to his insecurities, tell himself he's unworthy, but all he feels is a twisted guilt. the same guilt that curls and winds up his spine, clutching at his chest, pooling in his stomach as he watches the higuruma move across the table to caress a finger over your cheek. seemingly to brush away what little crumbs have peppered there.

nanami clenches his fist so hard his knuckles turn white and a vein bulges. so it's like that. he hates jumping to conclusions. it's uncharacteristic for him to make accusations and form baseless hypotheses. but why. why such a feeling. all because this man has acquired your favour? who is he to have earned the luxury of touching you so freely? when nanami wants and has wanted for more than a brush of skin or a friendly introduction, for longer than a meal or seasons passed. torturously, achingly counting seconds to gaining, no, receiving that privilege. as entitled, he isn't exempt from possession. and how human too. the unfeeling and detached nanami learns he's capable of wanting something for himself.

he watches for your reaction, but when you don't push higuruma away and thank him instead, nanami believes he's lost all his appetite. pasta left untouched until clear skies turn as grey and gloomy as his mood for the rest of the day.

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he's in a rush tonight. no—a rut sounds more fitting.

after he's failed half his class on their weekly assignment and dealt with the pushback, he's about ready to explode from the stress. nothing seems to be going right. an unappetizing lunch, a disinterested batch of students, and he's three days behind schedule on that journal article. staring at his three-monitor setup and coming up blank on his daily writing. he can't seem to force his fingers to tap away at the keys, but they reach toward the whiskey bottle with ease.

nanami's a big believer in moderation but'll bend his rules again as he resigns himself to the guilty pleasures of fantasy and fleeting missives. he pours himself a glass, then another, and by the time he downs the fourth, his cheeks pink and heat up. clouding his mind and buzzing all over his skin soothingly. the alcohol is not nearly enough for him to pass out drunk, but it does release some tension in his muscles.

all the nerves and irritation slip away as he reaches straight for his trousers, unbuckling himself free with a one-handed manoeuvre. he's been jerking off every night now, grown accustomed to routine, it doesn't take long for him to leak through his boxers the moment he closes his eyes shut and thinks of you. his hard dick springs free and his balls ache for release. he tugs on them and groans when the sensation throbs up his shaft. the skin hot and glistening from his precum dribbling down. twitching head begging for heat, pressure, and suction.

he's got an array of scenes to choose from. making love after a long day. making love on your wedding night. making love in general. nanami loves a soft woman, and no one knows what he's really like when in private. strict professor by day, introverted and nerdy, who most believe is still a virgin. it's only here that he doesn't fumble and fidget with nerves. tonight he feels no remorse for imaging the way his cock looks slapping against your cheek, making you gag on it as you slobber drool and his mess down your chin. nanami almost feels bad, might curse himself for picturing a sweetheart like you on your knees, his fist wrapped around your hair so tight while you look up at him, eager to please.

used to picturing slow, sensuous kisses and even slower thrusts into you, he now opts for something dirtier to dismiss the scene he saw earlier today. 'you're jealous' the thought whispers through the fog and this time, he can't ignore it.

he fists his shaft hoping to imitate the feeling of your wet heat cling to him like a vice. he curls around you just as tightly. his cock fitting snugly, almost too big to take within your depths. you'll tell him just as much because he likes the praise. academic success has done little for his vanity, but hearing your sighing lamentations, sobbing ovations on his sheer size would make him feel just that bit better about himself.

but forget his self-esteem, this is purely for your pleasure. he wouldn't want you feeling anything but full and split open on his dick. he's tall and broad and has come a long way since he was lanky and swimming in his slacks. has an idea of just how much weight, how much pressure is befitting to trap you beneath him. don't be fooled by his quiet demeanor, nanami is always down to give you a good time. setting those prescription glasses to the side and gets to work. laying you back and propped comfortably, curves cushioned by pillows. with legs spread and a view to die for, nanami gets himself into position and eats you out like a meal to be savoured. taking his time, making you edge, urged only by your cries and moans.

he wouldn't mind if you caged him in, legs putting him in a headlock, but he prefers to have you spread-eagled and bucking for more. clit so sensitive as he nibbles and sucks on it, gently at first, like he's testing the waters, picking up cues and filing them away for future reference. he loves to learn and he's quick at it too. getting so good at it he's able to have you trembling and twitching for hours, coming undone with just his mouth and nothing more.

he pumps his fist and moans shamelessly because he's allowed this one thing. here in private, he lets out groans and grunts held under crumbling restraint, rambling on, "mine, mine, mine..." his legs spread, and his thighs clench when he's close to his climax. imagining the sounds you'd make, light and airy, deep and guttural, moaning his name and screaming for more. the beautiful professor below him taking every inch that slips past the channel of his slippery, rough fingers.

wet and heated, the head of his cock bobs and his thumb presses down right at the sensitive tip while his other hand grips the base tightly with sweet pressure, just like how you'd clench down on him. "i didn't think you'd feel so good 'ken," he hears it in your voice and it makes him smile just a little. call it arrogance but he knows he'll pleasure you just right. his beautiful professor looking shocked and surprised that he's no longer a man who cowers and runs away but one who takes what he wants instead.

his cheeks get hot and so do his ears, clenching his eyes shut and immersing himself fully. tipping his head back and cursing, "fuck—" he grits out desperate and dying to bounce you atop him, coiled around you like a snake, he'd love the weight, the feel, so soft, so full.

tongue going dry with every heaving breath, nanami sees a view of your face twisting in pleasure, gasping and shaking all over. your pretty lips gaping in a perfect o-shape as your eyes roll back and your fingernails rake down his chiselled back, just to hold on, just to ride out the immense wave of pleasure. shlick. shlick. shlick. he mimics thrusting into you on the comedown before he spills into his hand. white painting his skin and most of his office floor.

he sits back and sighs, his cock still leaking cum and he thinks he hates himself. still, it's only when he instinctively reaches for the neatly folded handkerchiefs in another drawer does he begin to contemplate his situation. "i'm done for..."

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when the long-awaited, much-anticipated 'meet-cute' happens, it doesn't go as he'd imagined. "professor nanami! we've never actually met so i thought i'd say hi," you put on your best smile, pushing your glasses up and hoping they hide the uncertainty in your expression. you squeeze a clammy hand on your skirt to soak up as much of the moisture before holding it out. only to have him stare at you questioningly in return.

the worse part isn't the skeptical expression, or the way his eyebrows furrow, or the way his lips grow thin, as if he's confused as to why you're speaking to him. like he wouldn't waste an introduction on you of all people. this is the downside of having a crush, the inevitable letdown and rejection you feel when realizing nanami might know you exist, but he doesn't acknowledge your existence.

you've been told you're quite the personality, cute, bubbly, approachable. so why the hell won't he just talk to you! it's not like you did anything wrong and you hate being made to feel stupid. you're a professor in your own right, and he's just staring like you were less than. not even worth a hello. so you laugh it off, "well, see you!" turning around and berating yourself for even trying. this man was just as they said—detached and cold fucking hearted.

"w-wait!" his hand reaches out to catch your arm. the sudden lunge almost toppling him over and falling atop you. "forgive me, it seems i was stunned." he swallows.

"stunned?" you ask, suddenly curious.

with his eyes blinking behind his glasses, nanami moves to push them back from slipping down that bridge of his nose. he looks so endearing, it instantly makes you smile. "yes, well, you...you're talking. to me." he lets you go after his hand has overstayed it's welcome around your bicep, pulling back towards the front of his sweater, brushing it off for nonexistent lint. (of course not, nanami would be the kind to steam and brush it clean after every wash)

"that is true yes," you reply, eyes crinkling at the berth of your smile, wide enough, bright enough, infectious in nature. so much so he gives you one in return. just the smallest tilt of his own lips. in a second his face goes from night to day. almost like the clouds that part then, crepuscular rays shining upon his golden hair and lashes.

after a few seconds, he seems to have calmed, but his heartbeat hammers the same, you know this because his face turns pink. "i'd like to...talk to you." he says, and you take him up on that request.

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

I’ve heard what jobs you think that Hermione and Harry would be good at. I was wondering what job you think would be a good fit for Ron.

Anonymous asked:

I saw you just did Hermoine’s career and I really love the idea of her being a journalist! I was wondering what you think would be a well, better, career for the rest of the Golden Trio? We know JKR made Harry Head Auror, a choice that I very much disagree with. I personally like the idea of him being a professional quidditch player or the DADA professor a lot more. And for Ron, I believe he also became a high ranking Auror…? Correct me if I’m wrong. I was just wondering what you’d think their better career choices would be!

Talked about Harry here & here.

Talked about Hermione here & here.

So, let's talk about Ron:

I actually like Ron in a ministry position more than either Harry or Hermione. Ron is the member of the trio best suited to work within the system. He is good with people, familiar with how the world works, fine with bending the rules and the corruption here and there, and has the mindset to be able to work within it and make the best of it. He is also the most balanced member of the trio and the one I'd trust the most as minister (kinda discussed here), especially if we give him a few more years to grow into his own.

In semi-canon (because nothing outside of the books is fully canon to me, and the epilogue does not mention their professions), Ron became an Auror with Harry, then, 2 years later, stepped down to join George in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Now, I don't think this is as antithetical to Ron's character as Harry and Hermione's future jobs are.

(For context, Hermione is not Minister material, she is best suited to work in a position that allows her more leeway to bring the change she wants + she isn't a diplomat, she's a "my way or the highway" type of person. Harry, while charismatic, isn't much for working as part of a team. Even within the Golden Trio, he does a lot on his own as he hates asking for help and risking others. This would be even worse if he needs to work with authority and bureaucracy — specifically authority and bureaucracy of a corrupt system he dislikes and disrespects)

I can't say I'm a huge fan of Auror!Ron, since this isn't something he was ever passionate about or interested in. Harry wanted to be an Auror because it's the only thing an adult he respected (at the time at least. He didn't know it was Barty) told him he'd be good at, which is so rare for Harry (in my headcanon, Harry is an Auror program dropout, because it makes sense he'd start as an Auror). Ron doesn't have the same connection to DADA nor the same sense of responsibility Harry does, so it makes even less sense for him. I can see him decide to go to Auror training with Harry, as it's something none of his brothers did, but I do like that he doesn't stay there. I mean, if he does, he'd still keep getting compared to Harry, which I am trying to avoid.

My ideal job for Ron would position him somewhere he won't be compared to Harry or any of his brothers, because that's what he really wants. And if he goes to work in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Ron is literally stepping into Fred's shoes. So, I don't like that, thematically for Ron, even though, character-wise, as a character who cares about his family a lot, it makes sense.

So, in my personal headcanon, Harry would quit being an Auror to become a professor, and Hermione would honestly be a brilliant journalist (a headcanon I adopted from a different anon, but it fits her so well and would be a fun parallel with Rita). But Ron is someone I'm a bit more vague on since I can see him in multiple careers.

Currently, the top career on my mind for Ron is a Healer, maybe — it'll set him apart from his other siblings and Harry, he has the grades for it, he can keep his cool under pressure, he likes helping people, and he's good at cheering people up when things are bleak with humor. I think Ron could be a good Healer if he chooses to pursue it. The only big downside for me is that it doesn't lean into Ron's strategic nature (which becoming head-Auror or another ministry position could). And I can't see him inventing new cures or potions, that's not Ron — but he'd be good at actually caring for people and using the healing spells/potions at his disposal creatively when needed.

Plus, Ron's wand (his own, baught post-CoS) is willow and unicorn hair, and according to Pottermore, willow wands are particularly suited for healing magic:

Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.

(Source)

So, yeah, Healer Ron is my favorite idea at the moment. If anyone has other ideas for Ron, I'd love to hear them because I really do struggle with him more, since he doesn't have a specific field he is good at/passionate about like Harry or Neville, nor does he have Hermione's spesific convictions.

[gis3lla]

teacher, teacher!

what type of teachers would haikyuu characters be? (Karasuno Ver.)

Hinata Shoyo - gym teacher, middle school

he is the type of teacher to make you run 5 laps at 7 in the morning argue with the wall.

really likes his job and is passionate about it, man takes it SERIOUSLY. (maybe a little too seriously sometimes..)

he's a pretty fun teacher, changes up the lesson sometimes to make it more enjoyable

understands the kids a lot

i think he bonds better with middle schoolers as high schoolers are a bit too mature but elementary school kids aren't able to keep up.

likability: 7/10. (the kids sometimes thinks he is a bit too much, but once you get to know him more he's a really fun teacher)

Tsukishima Kei - Honors Literature teacher, high school

oh man. bad news.

he is that one teacher that assigns so much work, but also is nice in a mean way.. but then again his entire routine and existence runs on caffeine since he doesn't ever sleep.

he is the type of teacher to assign homework every single day, keep the kids on track, but he is really good at his job as he teaches really well.

i think his students like him as a person, but not as a teacher. he's kind of mean when he's in a bad mood.

insanely fast grader. argue with a wall. this man has no life outside of his job.

likability: 5/10. (most of his students don't open up to him because of his humor and his rigorous coursework, but the ones that do find him a nice teacher. honestly I think if it wasn't for him getting fired he would be a lil mean on purpose)

Sugawara Koushi - Preschool teacher, preschool

are you kidding me right now? this man was born to be an adult figure for children

pure angel I swear

the sweetest teacher ever.

the kids love him and he is very patient with his students

loves to host fun parties for his class, and takes class on fun field trips

never raises his voice, and gets the kids to listen most of the time.

parents, children, staff, everyone loves him, he's a pleasant, neat and kind person to be around.

likability: 10/10 (who doesn't like him is the real question)

Yamaguchi Tadashi - engineering teacher, college

honestly I'm not too sure about yamaguchi's subject.

he gives me history teacher vibes, but then again I half expect him to whip out 5 different languages and somehow has 4 degrees as if he's living too many different lives.

well anyways, if he was an engineering teacher, I believe that he would engage with his students a lot.

he cares about his students, and there is a level of respect, but he isn't close close with anyone (like they don't really make small talk and stuff like that)

i am a firm believer he is a SLOW grader.

likability: 7/10 (no one really dislikes him for any reason, but it's not like he is the favorite either so..)

Daichi Sawamura - History teacher, middle school

now this man screams history teacher

specifically history teacher, wears fancy shirts + ties, and has a wife and 3 kids type history teacher

but he is a very fun teacher, hear me out.

he would be the type of teacher to make all of the boring units fun by incorporating acting, watching fun documentaries, and making fun projects

assigns work every single day, even if it isn't a lot.

he would definitely change up the plans if the class seems boring, he really cares about his students.

he is strict at times, but most of the kids like him and don't misbehave, so no one really has a problem with him.. (he's terrifying when he's mad D:)

likability: 9/10 (idk I feel like he's very likable but that one point might be deducted for strictness)

Chikira Ennoshita - algebra teacher, high school

have any of you guys have that one teacher that looks like they want to quit their job? well that's him.

honestly he wanted to be a math professor at some college, but he somehow ended up at the high school

he would teach all levels to be honest

very good teacher, explains things very well, but looks like he hates his life half the time because he's tired

he just assigns work, and if the class finishes early he just lets them do whatever they want..

likability: 8.5/10 (no one hates him because no one causes trouble and he's a good teacher but he seems cold all the time)

Asahi Azumane - orchestra teacher, high school

this man is a saint, the nicest and calmest teacher out of everyone

he is so patient and he rarely gets mad, he is very gentle (no one ever heard him raise his voice at a student before..)

genuinely loves his job, and grades only on effort

rarely assigns tests, but occasionally does

makes the class a very fun environment

many kids look up to him and admire his patience

really good at finding nice pieces

likeability: 11/10. no questions or comments needed.

Tanaka Ryunosuke - band teacher, middle school

honestly he is just cool

he would have a very cool band, and anyone taking his class is considered cool

prioritizes having fun over learning, but his class still gets a lot done

i feel like he would either play with the drums or the electric guitar

he would very vibe with every single kid, even if they are rude to him

likability: 10/10 (honestly I don't have much to say about him other than he's cool because he is..)

Kageyama Tobio - geometry teacher, high school

did you ever have that one teacher that seems like they never know what they were doing? that's him

don't get me wrong, he's trying his best, but he just needs a little bit of guidance

he would be a relatively new teacher too.

he would hold a lot of after school study sessions to be honest

doesn't know what to do, but will give or help get help for his students

a lot of kids like him because of his hard work ethics (and his pretty face)

likability: 8.5/10 (people like him, but maybe not that much)

Nishinoya Yuu - Chemistry teacher, high school

do I ever see him studying chemistry? absolutely not. I don't even think he would be a good teacher.. (no offense I love this man)

but if he did, he would definitely teach a very fun subject like chemistry.

he would assign a lot of crazy projects and encourage his students to be creative and run fun experiments/labs often

honestly a very slow grader, but he is not strict at all

often gives pity points to students..

it's like impossible to fail his class at this point

likability: 9/10 (some kids don't take him that seriously but he is a pretty popular teacher)

Kiyoko Shimizu - AP literature teacher, high school/college

honestly this baddie only teaches the smart kids

she doesn't tolerate any mischievous in her class

the type to just send the kid to the principal's office after a few warnings (miss girl doesn't tolerate or have patience)

she is a very stern and serious teacher, so a lot of kids are intimidated by her, but she loves her students a lot.

the students that do have her do very well in her class, and they are the very smart nerdy kids

she's a quick grader, and a very good teacher

she is the type of teacher that can explain very complicated things insanely well

constant quizzes/Exams/essays/projects in her class

tsukishima kei but make it x100 worse

likability: 5/10 (she is either a hit or a miss, you either like her or you don't, no in-between)

note: hi guys!! I just thought I'd do something fun and different! here are my top 3 teacher choices for Karasuno:

1st: Daichi Sawamura - honestly I love history teachers. all of mine were really fun and sweet, and I feel like Daichi is a very people's person.

2nd: Sugawara Koushi - he's very sweet, next!

3rd: Nishinoya Yuu - honestly I love science, and he is such an energetic person, so that makes it super fun!

thank you all for the support!! Have an amazing day/night <3

[thegreatgatslin]

I: MADAME BOVARY

✦ TAGS/CW: sheher/afab!reader, why are they both emotionally constipated ✦ WC: 611

                               ✦ MA MEILLEURE ENNEMIE ✦                                           RIN ITOSHI X READER

this is stupid.

he’s not even sure why he agreed to show up. probably because the department chair, anri teieri, raised an eyebrow at him when he tried to excuse himself. “community building,” she said, like he was some kind of antisocial recluse who needed to be gently reintegrated into the human experience.

he’s perfectly integrated. he just doesn’t like parties.

and this? professors anonymously giving each other books like it’s some kind of intellectual secret santa? embarrassing. it turns literature into a parlor game. to everyone else, those uncultured swine who can’t appreciate good literature, it’s just another late afternoon in the university reading room for the annual faculty book exchange. 

when in reality it's all ridiculous tradition. artificial warmth. too many paper cups and fake smiles.

rin doesn’t expect anything interesting when he picks up the package with his name on it. the wrapping is plain, no personality. probably a textbook someone had lying around. he tears the paper slowly, mechanically.

and then stops.

an older english translation of madame bovary - 1949, first edition. he recognizes the cover before he even finishes unwrapping it. it’s the same edition she used to carry around, battered and underlined within an inch of its life. pages dog-eared, margins full of her infuriating commentary in red ink. half literary analysis, half war crimes.

there’s only one line written on the inside cover. fresh red ink.

you still misunderstand her.

no name, but rin doesn’t need one. no one else would be this petty. or this specific. or this bold. his stomach tightens anyway.

he closes the book carefully, his expression flat. but behind the stillness, his mind is already spiraling - back to that damn seminar they were both in, back to the night she kissed him like it was a dare. back to the fight in the library two days later when she told him he didn’t understand passion, or people, or love.

back to the morning after, when he woke up too early, too sober, and too terrified of how badly he’d wanted it to mean something.

he told himself she didn’t care. that if it had meant anything to her, she would’ve said something. but she never did. neither of them did. that was the deal, unspoken as it was.

so why now?

he takes the book with him to the drinks table, ignoring the polite nods from other faculty, and grabs a glass of red, even though he hates how sweet the university always buys their wine.

he doesn’t look around. doesn’t scan the room to find her because he doesn’t need to. he already knows she’s watching.

he takes a slow sip, then speaks without looking her way.

“you never did admit you were wrong about her.”

there’s a beat. her voice comes coolly, clipped and immediate.

“and you never understood her to begin with.”

of course. same voice. same bite. same refusal to let him have the last word.

some things never change.

“you’re still as arrogant as ever.”

she doesn’t hesitate. “and you’re still as incapable of admitting you enjoyed being challenged.”

that strikes closer than he’d like. he doesn’t show it. just taps the book against his thigh, eyes finally cutting toward her. her expression is maddeningly unreadable. she’s always been better at hiding than he is.

he studies her for a second longer than he should, then mutters, more to himself than to her:

“you kept it all these years.”

he doesn’t mean the book, and he knows she knows that, too. he takes another sip of wine, wishing it was stronger. 

you still misunderstand her.

this whole thing is stupid.

and now he’s thinking about her again.

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[moonstruckmoony]

MCtober2024 - Introduce your MC!

I'm well aware I'm one week behind but this is literally the earliest I could finish this.. (moony crawling from the depths of irl problems) lol better late than never right? I'll try my best to catch up! · · ─────── ·❄ ❅ ❆· ─────── · · Winter Blackstone A 6th-year Ravenclaw, Winter Blackstone is quite the name at Hogwarts—mainly because she enrolled very late, took down a troll on her first day (as one does), and is known to mysteriously disappear between classes. Where to? Only Merlin knows. She’s also credited with helping stop Ranrok’s plans, though how big of a role she played remains a bit of a mystery to the students.

Winter’s mother, a Slytherin and skilled Curse-Breaker, tragically passed away when Winter was just 9 years old. Her father, though a Squib, is deeply knowledgeable about the wizarding world and has ensured Winter never felt out of place when it came to magic.

FAVORITE / HATED SUBJECTS? Winter’s top subjects are Potions, Ancient Runes, and Magical Theory—no surprises there for a curious Ravenclaw. But if you ask her about Arithmancy? That’s where you’ll hear a groan. While the concept and the theory behind it intrigues her, she absolutely avoids anything to do with numbers.

“I’m already so late to the world of magic, and now I’ve got to deal with numbers too? No, thank you!” she’s often heard saying. Yet, despite her complaints, Ominis constantly reminds her that she’s never scored a P, D, or T in Arithmancy—something he can’t say about his Potions work.

Her favorite professors? None other than Dinah Hecat, Aesop Sharp, and of course, the late Eleazar Fig.

SCHOOL CLUB Because of her late admission, Winter has little time for clubs—though she makes an exception for Crossed Wands. It’s the perfect way for her to sharpen her dueling skills, and she relishes every moment. PETS Winter has two cherished companions: Khione, her Barn Owl, and Snowball, her playful white golden retriever. Snowball was a gift from her father when she was 11, meant to lift her spirits after she didn’t receive her Hogwarts letter, leading her to believe she was a Squib. Little did she know, her letter would come at age 15, changing everything. Thanks to Professor Fig, she was given a nab-sack to sneak Snowball to Hogwarts, keeping him close even in her busy schedule. After a bit of help from Sirona at the Three Broomsticks following the troll attack, Snowball found a cozy spot to stay while Winter was in class. But when Professor Weasley introduced her to the Room of Requirement—well, Snowball ended up with a far more magical home within Hogwarts! Naturally, that little secret is kept under wraps. HOBBIES Winter has a passion for cooking, especially dishes from all around the world. As a child, she traveled extensively with her mother due to her mother’s unique Curse-Breaking work. Everywhere they went, Winter was enchanted by the local cuisine, jotting down recipes and experimenting when she got home. Now, in Hogwarts, she often recreates dishes like baozi, frikadeller, paella, oyakodon, and to Amit’s delight—Indian curry.

She frequently invites her friends to the Room of Requirement for her culinary experiments and is always on the lookout for rare ingredients. Thanks to her mother’s connections scattered in different parts of the world, Winter manages to have specific ingredients occasionally sent to her via owl.

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EVENTS

kinktober [in the process of being made]

the Christmas chronicles [in the making]

BUCKY BARNES

SERIES

[delayed] enemies to lovers - Bucky Barnes and Emily's relationship is shattered by Bucky's infidelity. After therapy sessions, a sexual encounter, and the unexpected death of Emily's father, they reconcile.

Impossible Spindle - Dr. Yn Riley loses her job and is abandoned by Atlas. She meets James in Portland, but their relationship is shattered. Upon accepting a part-time professor position, they rekindle their attraction, but secrets from James's past complicate their relationship.

ONESHOTS

☆ bathed in desire - Y/N and Bucky embark on a passionate honeymoon in a quaint countryside town. Their first night is filled with intense desire and exploration as they discover each other's bodies in a luxurious setting. The story captures the raw emotions and physical intimacy of their newfound love.

☆ the stripper next door - YN, a curious young woman, becomes infatuated with mysterious stripper Bucky, leading to a passionate encounter, unexpected pregnancy, and Bucky's commitment to their family.

☆ in between the sheets - Bucky and YN, while making a bed, bond over Bucky's adventurous spirit and piercing gaze. Bucky's gaze reveals YN's perfect body, and their bond is a testament to their love and commitment.

DRABBLES

snowy nights - Bucky and YN enjoyed a romantic comedy on a cold winter evening, surrounded by love that made even the strongest storm feel like a distant memory.

bad day - Y/N, pregnant with Bucky's baby, is overwhelmed by the thought of motherhood. Bucky comforts her, assures her they will overcome challenges, and provides hope for the future.

NATASHA ROMANOFF

SERIES

☆ dirty sheets - yn ( your name ) struggling financially, finds financial stability in a high-class strip club. She accepts a job, earning more than at a bar, and develops a passionate relationship with Natasha.

ONESHOTS

☆ a night of pure passion and pleasure - Natasha and her wife, yn, enjoyed a romantic comedy. Natasha suggested yn was neglected, and she cumped her breasts. Yn became wild, and Natasha sucked and licked her clit, causing her to explode.

☆ daring desires - The team at Tony Stark's penthouse plays a game with Natasha, revealing deep secrets. Yn, introverted, shares her wildest mission experience. Natasha kisses Yn, leaving a sense of vulnerability and belonging.

☆ healing touch - In a quiet apartment, Natasha brings comfort and warmth, hugs, and offers to help with daily tasks. She comforts and reassures, and you kiss her, leaving a trail of kisses.

DRABBLES

the garden centre -Lily, a passionate plant lover, buys a beautiful fern from a garden center despite her strong-willed wife's objections, feeling happy and confident they will make a great home for it.

valentines day - Natasha receives love coupons from her wife, Yn, on Valentine's Day, fostering a deeper connection and extending their love through practical assistance and heartfelt gestures.

Imagine Us in Heaven - Natasha and YN celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary in their backyard, surrounded by colorful balloons, cake, and great-grandkids. They shared memories, stories, and cherished each moment together.

WANDA MAXIMOFF

SERIES

☆ the girl I love from mars - Sophie, a young woman, finds herself in a romantic triangle with Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Despite their contrasting love philosophies, Sophie chooses Wanda, a decision that carries significant emotional weight, highlighting the strength of female relationships.

ONESHOTS

☆ workout buddies - Wanda and YN, fitness enthusiasts, admire each other's graceful movements and hypnotic effect on the treadmill. They share passionate kisses, squirms, and moans, and their skin slapping together fills the compound.

DRABBLES

chocolate chip cookies - Sarah bakes chocolate chip cookies for her girlfriend, Wanda, fostering a strong connection through shared warmth, cuddles, and a memorable experience filled with love and smell.

mommy's little girl - On graduation day, you feel like an adult, despite your past struggles, thanks to your mom's support, you manage to pursue your dreams.

black lace - Wanda and Yn attend a Sabrina Carpenter concert, feeling exhilarated and connected. The night ends with a memorable McDonald's trip, showcasing the power of shared joy.

marry me? - Lizzie and yn, childhood friends, enjoyed playful banter and jokes. After a tough day, they went shopping together, and Lizzie proposed marriage for life. Their friendship deepened, focusing on support and companionship.

WWE UNIVERSE

SERIES

☆ lovers to strangers to lovers [dean Ambrose] - Dean Ambrose and Yn, two WWE wrestlers, end their relationship in 2019 and rekindle it in 2024. Despite announcing their reunion, they face challenges in maintaining their relationship, balancing personal lives with professional wrestling, and navigating their careers.

ONESHOTS

☆ celebrating a win [dean Ambrose / Jon moxley] - After Wrestlemania 40, Y/N reflects on her triumph and the return of her lover, Jonathan Good. Their emotional reunion, despite the chaos, highlights their enduring bond.

☆ mafia boss [Seth Rollins] - Yn, a daughter of a powerful mafia family, is kidnapped by Colby, the son of their rivals, the Lopez family. Their unconventional relationship challenges expectations, exploring consent, power, and danger.

☆ a birthday to remember [Seth Rollins] - Yn's birthday party is in full swing, but her heart yearns for her late partner, Colby. As the night unfolds, his arrival ignites a passionate reunion, promising an unforgettable celebration.

DRABBLES

secret love fling [Seth Rollins] - Seth Rollins invited you to support him on Monday Night Raw, despite wanting to keep your relationship quiet. you went anyways, you bumped into a few of his friends and you passed yourself off as Seths best friend, you cheered the loudest for him.

telling the public [Seth Rollins] - Seth Rollins and reader, two wrestlers, kept their romance a secret, but after a passionate match, they revealed their love, sparking a surge in merchandise sales and social media following, making them tag team champions.

RHEA RIPLEY

SERIES

lovesong masterlist - Rhea and Yn, a married couple, struggle with endometriosis, preventing her from carrying a child. They use a sperm donor and carry their first child, Lilly Jane Ripley. Five years later, Yn carries their second child, Austin Lee Ripley, despite significant pain. The story highlights their emotional journey, resilience, and the strength of their relationship despite medical and societal obstacles.

ONESHOTS

☆ feel better now? [rhea ripley] Rhea, injured after a brutal match, finds solace in Yn's tender care. As they navigate physical and emotional pain, Yn's love becomes Rhea's healing force, culminating in a deeply intimate moment of connection and comfort.

DRABBLES

supporting my wife - Yn, a passionate woman, watched her wife Rhea Ripley enter the ring, despite intense competition. Despite losing a match, Yn remained supportive, wishing Rhea continued success.

the family she always wanted - Rhea and YN, passionate parents, had a baby via surrogacy, named Lily. Despite complications, they cherished Lily's birth, celebrating her life together, building memories of love and courage.

celebrating Lilly's 5th birthday - Rhea and Yn celebrated Lilly's fifth birthday, reflecting on the journey and the importance of using a surrogate. They found treasures and celebrated Lilly's intelligence, feeling proud and grateful.

thank you for waiting - Rhea Ripley attended WWE headquarters for upcoming WrestleMania match, feeling pride and pressure. After the meeting, she celebrated with her friend, preparing for the world's recognition of her talent.

MISCELLANIOUS

ONESHOTS

DRABBLES

request by anon :) [stu macher] - Yn visits Stu after a heartbroken breakup, feeling comforted and safe. Their friendship lifts her sadness, proving that even on the worst days, having a friend like Stu makes everything better.

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Hi! I’ve been following your journey on here for years and just wanted to thank you for being so open and transparent.

I’ve recently started looking into grad school with the intention of eventually becoming a therapist. I’m not sure if I want to go the LCMC or LCSW route and was wondering if you could talk about why you choose the latter and some key things you believe one should consider now that you’ve graduated and have experience in the field.

my background is varied and I have a B.A in Media (very liberal arts education) and most of my work experience has been in non-profits if that is relevant at all.

thank you in advance and wishing you happy holidays 💗

Hello!

Personally, I view the LCSW as being the most versatile form of clinical mental health licensure and affords you a lot of opportunity in a wide variety of fields. I am someone who always wants the freedom to go in any direction I choose, I hate the feeling of being boxed in. One day, I may want to teach in academia, work in forensics, in the medical field, or in school settings. I may want to be a director or open a private practice. I can do all of this and more with an LCSW and it’s not to say it is impossible with others, but it is certainly easier.

Advice for pursuing an LCSW

Consider an LMSW program that fits your values and the core values of the social work profession. I would not recommend social work if you are not passionate about social justice as that is a core tenet of the field. Research the professors listed on their web page, ask specific questions at any informational events you might attend (many have them on Zoom for prospective students), and think about where you see yourself in the field so you can receive the ultimate assistance on that path.

Play an active role in finding your internships, even if you’re in a program that matches you to an internship. Be sure to discuss what it is you’re specifically wanting to gain from your internship, I even had placements in mind and I got matched to those.

Develop rapport with your instructors and professors! This is advice I give to anyone, but I think it is especially useful for social work. Your professors are social workers and this is a relationship building profession. I’ve gotten into so many rooms that I may not have had I not taken the time to develop relationships with my faculty. I became a graduate assistant for the free tuition but honestly the opportunity to work closely with faculty was just as beneficial. I learned so much.

Social workers on TikTok are becoming so vocal and there are tons of great resources on there if you haven’t checked already!

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──★ ˙ ̟🐇 Clause four: never fall in love with your rival

Chapter 1: Yunjin's betrayal

wc: 8.8k

If Choi Soobin didn’t exist, Yn would be the top of the class, and a lot less stressed. That’s her fantasy, something that lives rent free in her head every time she imagines what paradise feels like. 

But unfortunately, what happens in her imagination stays in her imagination. He did exist. And right now, he was sitting two rows away with a smug little smirk on his face while her presentation ended in applause.

Yn didn’t notice him at first, she was focused on the fact that she delivered her assignment and felt a big relief. She’d spent a month doing a deep dive into how popular culture, specifically Korean, contributes to diplomacy through soft power –she knew it was good, it had theory, structure and even color-coded citations. 

It was perfect. 

When the clapping stopped, Professor Kim adjusted his glasses and laced his fingers, nodding at her with a smile. “Great job, Miss. I can tell you did exhaustive research on Korean culture. The structure of your work is polished and connects well to International Relations theory. Your explanation of soft power was also very clear. Does anyone have a question or a comment?”

Of course it was.

The class went silent for a few seconds after someone raised his hand. Yn sighted. Of course it was Soobin, it’s always him and his desire to ruin everything. 

“Actually, sir, i have a lot of things i’d like to point out,” Soobin said, his eyes scanning his notes like he was preparing to deliver a TED Talk. “I think it’s a bit reductive to frame the Korean Wave as a soft power success story without framing the structural economic strategy behind it,” he said, flipping casually through his notes–he didn’t write anything though. “The government invested millions, it was a coordinated strategy, that’s more neoliberal policy than soft power.”

Soobin smirked, already happy, and titled his head slightly like he was trying to sound curious instead of smug. “Also, your work seems more like a celebration than a research. And don't get me wrong, I love K-pop. But how do you actually separate your personal enthusiasm from academic interpretation? This seems biased.”

Yn clenched her jaw. She knew Soobin, or that’s what she thought. He’s intelligent (but she is smarter), and very ambitious (though not as much as she is). She should’ve known that he’d do something like that just to mess with her. But she didn’t, and now she finds herself in this position. 

It is embarrassing to make a mistake in front of a room full of people. She hates failing, more than anything. But this isn’t that.

He’s not going to win this.

“Thank you for your input, Soobin.” Yn replied, sugar coated. “I think it’s ironic coming from someone who once quoted a K-drama in a policy paper. But since we are doing this, if you’d been listening, you’d know I did address the government investment. Please, strategic funding is related to diplomatic impact.”

Silence. “And when it comes to what you call ‘personal biases’ admiration doesn’t call analysis, it motivates it. I addressed 47 sources, all of them were clear, cited, and I made sure to ground every claim in data. That’s it, things work better when you're passionate about it.”

Soobin leaned back, arms crossed. “Okay. But can we really call it soft power if it’s just state-sponsored branding? Isn’t that manufactured influence? And if you already love K-pop so much, how can I– we trust you’re not filtering everything through that lens?”

“Everything is manufactured, Soobin. Soft power might sound sweet. It’s attractive, but don’t forget that’s how we make people do what we want.” She was dying inside, but her smile was shining in place. “Also, if you’re asking whether I'm capable of critical thought, then maybe you weren’t listening. As usual.”

He was about to fight back, until professor Kim cleared his throat. “All right. Very thoughtful exchange. Let’s save the rest for office hours.”

“Soobin, that was really disrespectful,” Yeonjun said, frowning as they were walking towards the cafeteria to get lunch. Beomgyu was beside them, quiet but clearly listening. “You two spent too much time talking, we could use that time to talk about real issues. Even Professor Kim looked done with you.”

“If he was so bothered, he would stop us.” Soobin muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Besides, that’s not important. The real issue is that I was trying to embarrass her but I failed. And she knows it.”

Beomgyu blinked, surprised. “So you admit you lost?”

Soobin ignored him, and continued. “And what about professor Kim? Of course he’s going to back her, she works with him. That’s the only reason he thinks her presentation is good. It is politics. Like professor Min.”

Kim Namjoon is one of the most respected academics in the International Relations field–the academic superstar that every IR student worshipped. The one who picked her, and he hadn’t even made the final shortlist. He spent two months in denial before Professor Min offered him the TA position out of nowhere, and ever since there, the scoreboard between them only got worse. Ridiculous. 

“You literally studied her topic just to take her down, “Yeonjun muttered, “That’s not academic, that’s obsession. You know she has feelings too, right?”

“Who’s side are you on?” Soobin stopped and looked at his friend, face tight with anger. 

Losing an argument in front of a class was humiliating, but not having his friends back him up? That’s even worse, and Soobin was pretty convinced Yeonjun was only saying this because he’d started dating Yn’s friend. 

His life was a mess. He was really expecting them to break up soon. Yeonjun is a busy guy, and it wouldn’t take long before his schedule ruined everything. But even then, all Soobin could think about was how Yn reacted to the news.

Was she angry too? Was she okay with it? Did this mean they were supposed to get along now?

No, that would never happen. 

He couldn’t care less about her.

“This ain’t about taking sides, Soobin!” he raised his voice. “I’m your friend, which is why I’m telling you that today you were gross. You’re the top student in our year, everyone knows that. But every time Yn’s involved, you act like your IQ drops twenty points.” Yeonjun paused, then poked Soobin in the chest. “So let me put it in terms you’ll actually listen to: if you keep feeding this rivalry, it stops being strategic. She’s running the show.”

Soobin opened his mouth, then closed it. No smug reply, no comeback.

“He has a point,” Beomgyu finally spoke and they continued walking. “You competing with her makes you look like you doubt your own skills. But honestly, if you’d team up? Unstoppable.”

Yeonjun smirked. “I still say it’s unresolved sexual tension.”

“Yeah, right,” Beomgyu answered and they both laughed, Soobin rolled his eyes.

“You’re only saying that because of that stupid op-ed.” He replied, mad. “I’d rather cut my damn dick off than think of her that way.” 

They stepped into the cafeteria, Soobin spotted Hueningkai and Arin already eating, waving them over. He and Beomgyu headed straight to the table, but Yeonjun slipped away quietly. He was having lunch with his girlfriend today.

He was nervous. Even though they’d been dating for a month, they’d only made it official two weeks ago, and this was his first time meeting her friends. Yunjin had joined his group a few times and it seemed to fit in effortlessly, but for him, this was new. Part of him believed they’d like him, he was sociable, charming and likeable. But he wasn’t sure if Yn–her best friend–would be thrilled about this.

When he told Soobin he might unconsciously like Yn, he meant it. He knew Soobin was competitive, and that his need to be the best was wrapped up in wanting to please his parents and keep his scholarship. But over time, the line between academic drive and obsession with Yn began to blur.

He talked about her all the time. And even though he’d never admitted it, Yeonjun knew his friend schemed ways to outdo her. Soobin never missed a class, even when he was sick–not because he loved lectures, but because the thought of Yn doing better than him made his blood boil.

And it wasn’t one-sided. Yunjin had told him how obsessed Yn was with beating Soobin, how every Soobin-related detail made her freak out. But unlike Yeonjun, she didn’t think her friend had a crush, she claimed it was something to distract herself from home stuff–that antagonising him was her daily entertainment– but he wasn’t buying it. 

When he reached the table where his girlfriend and her friends were sitting, Yn was nowhere in sight.

“Hey” he said, sliding into his seat. “Hello, guys. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Hi, Yeonjun. I’m Chaewon” she greeted him with a smile, “I can’t believe I'm finally meeting the mysterious guy Yunjin’s dating, it’s like I'm meeting a celebrity.”

The couple laughed, exchanging a warm look.  

“You know” Yunjin added, “I didn’t want to tell you guys earlier because Yn hates anything that surrounds Soobin, and I was afraid of how she’d react.” She sighed, “But well, it’s now or never.”

“Yeah,” Yeonjun agreed. “Soobin didn’t take it well either but…” he paused. “Even though I think he’s being a little childish, he still managed to talk to Yunjin. He’ll have to deal with it.” 

“You guys are brave,” Eunchae remarked, eyes widening slightly. “I’d be terrified in your position. Yn can be really scary when she’s angry…” she glanced around, brow furrowing. “Where is she, by the way?”

Chaweon glanced at her phone, scrolling briefly before announcing, “Group chat says she’s out getting lunch.”

And that’s exactly what she was doing, getting lunch at a campus side-spot that Tik Tok swore served the best tteokbokki in town. 

Her phone buzzed while she was waiting, it was a message from her older brother, one she wished she’d never opened. Yn sighed and shut her eyes, exhausted. Her  younger brother was failing school again, and somehow, their mother was mad at her instead of him. 

Apparently, it was Yn’s fault. 

After all, she was the smartest, so it was her job to make sure Woonhak didn’t mess up. Yn didn’t want that role, she already tried so hard to meet her mom’s expectations. But no matter what she did, her mother only praised her brothers. Especially Woonhak who barely tried.

Even though she knew it wasn’t his fault, Yn couldn’t stop the resentment from building. Her mother expected the world from her and applauded the minimum from her sons. She tried to understand her mother, really tried, but she praised every action men did and Yn couldn’t compete with that.

“Excuse me,” a voice cut through her thoughts. “The line is moving forward.” 

Yn sighted. That voice, it was impossible to not recognize. “First, you ruin my assignment. Now you’re getting on my fucking way? Are you that obsessed with me?”

“I’m sorry, Miss ‘The World Revolves Around Me,’” Soobin replied, clearly irritated. “Maybe if you weren’t so self-absorbed you’d notice the line moving.” 

How did they always end up in the same place, at the same time, no matter what? It was his first time eating out in three months. He wasn’t the type to eat outside, not when he had to prioritize helping his family. So the fact that she was here too, stepping into his path yet again, was the last thing he needed.

“I was going to move eventually,” she snapped. “Do me a favor and get out of my way.” She paused, then added with a dismissive flick of her wrist, “you know what? I don’t even have time to fight with you right now. You’re not that important.”

It was her turn to order, so she turned away and ordered her food to go, planning to eat with her friends. Soobin did the same. They pretend the other didn’t exist and failed miserably. Both were seething.

Their order came out at the same time, and they bolted toward the exit, as if whoever reached the door first won something. Even walking out had turned into a competition.

Soobin got there first. He slowed his pace, glanced back, and smirked. “What? Can’t even be the first one out the door?”

“It’s not my fault you’re so fucking tall,” she muttered angry, walking beside him “You’re like a powerful country blaming a small one for not having the same resources.”

“So… you’re admitting I’m better than you,” he said with a smug grin.

“Don’t smile,” she shot back. “I would never say that, so don’t lie to yourself, cause I could write a whole essay on why I'm better than you.”

“You’d fail anyway. I’m better than you.” he laughed, Yn couldn’t find him funny. “Did  you see yourself in IR class? If professor Kim wasn’t your boss I’m pretty sure you’d have scored a zero.”

“Are you really dragging professor Kim just because you weren't good enough to work with him?” she scoffed. She wasn’t even offended, being the TA to the country’s top academic was enough validation, and she knew how much it got under Soobin’s skin. “What? You think you’re better than a man with a PhD from Harvard? He chose me for a reason.”

Soobin looked at her with resentment. “Sure, he’s a great academic. But I’m pretty sure he lacks judgment. Ask professor Min, I bet he’d agree.”

Professor Min Yoongi was another powerhouse in the IR field, known almost as widely as Professor Kim. The two were famous for their academic friendship and joint publications. They were brilliant in different ways. Min focused on security and geopolitics, while Kim specialized in diplomacy and foreign policy.

Which was ironic, considering those were the exact same interest Soobin and Yn shared. It was almost as if they were unintentionally mimicking their mentors.

Even funnier? The professors knew about their rivalry. And they talked about it privately. Often. Wise as they were academically, they were just as sharp emotionally–and perceptive enough to ship them. Of course, neither Soobin nor Yn would ever imagine that those two serious men were secretly rooting for them to fall in love.

“Is that your card? You couldn’t get Kim’s TA position, so now you’re using the fact that you’re Min’s TA as an excuse?” she smirked. 

“Hey, he’s great too,” he snapped. “You know what?, we shouldn’t be talking about them, both are amazing.” 

Yn rolled her eyes the minute he said that, he was clearly jealous. 

“Anyway, you’ll see my presentation soon,” he said. “And trust me, it’ll make yours look like a last-minute Google Slides disaster.”

“Whatever.” Yn muttered, rolling her eyes again. “What’s yours even about, by the way?”

“Oh,” he smiled. “Easy. It’s about how middle powers leverage soft power, specifically how Korea’s approach differs from a global hegemon like the US.  I'm comparing the two.”

Her frown deepened. “Soobin you’re literally copying my work.”

“No I'm not,” Soobin defended himself. “Yours is different. Yeah, we’re both covering pop-culture, but that doesn’t mean it’s the same. You focused on Korea, which has a strong cultural export strategy. I’m focusing on that too, but I’m comparing it to the US, which is a global powerhouse in that field. One’s a major power and the other is a middle power. It’s not rocket science, they work differently.”

“Maybe you should switch to Germany's public diplomacy,” she suggested dryly. “Or japanese pop-culture, you like anime, don’t ya? It would be more original. Just a thought.”

“Why? Because you’ve got a monopoly on Korean soft power now? I’m literally Korean.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “But that’s not the point. Germany has a lot of sources of public diplomacy: education, science, cultural institutes. It’s genuinely interesting. And if you like pop culture, well, Japan has been using anime in diplomacy for decades now.”

A beat of silence. Their glares locked like crossed swords. 

“No.”

“Okay,” she said, exhaling. “I just wanted to help you because I’m a great student. But don’t expect me to not destroy your presentation and humiliate you like you did to me today.”

Soobin smirked, and Yn asked herself how it is possible for him to do that every single time. “Oh, please. I was just being a great student.”

She rolled her eyes with a tiny scoff escaping before she could stop it. “I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you right now.”

“Tragic, isn’t it?” he replied, lips twitching. “You must be desperate.”

Her eyes found his. It was weird. “It’s not like we ain’t walking in the same direction. I think it’s just boredom.”

“Right.” He muttered, something in his voice had changed. 

Was lighter.

There was a beat of silence, almost amusing, almost civil. It felt like a brief détente in their endless cold war.

She was right, they were talking. 

They haven’t talked since then.

Suddenly, he remembered everything.

And of course, the détente couldn’t last.

“I’m better than you because I went to that European Studies seminar the other day, and you didn’t,” he chimed, way too pleased with himself. 

Damn, he was right. The Oxford-hosted event had been all over campus for weeks, and she missed it. She hadn’t even had a real excuse. It stung.

But she wasn’t going down that easily.

“Oh wow, I'm really impressed, Soobin,” she said, sickly sweet. “You are doing really well, you should keep it up and maybe tomorrow you’ll work at the UN.” 

She paused.

“Oh wait. Been there, done that.” 

Bam. That was rough. 

She was talking about her internship at the United Nations, that two week program in New York. For him, those had been two of the worst weeks of his academic life, and not because she left, but because she bragged about it for months. And yes, he felt jealous, but deep down, he told himself it didn’t count. Not really.

“Right,” he scoffed. “Easy to say when daddy makes a few calls. Classic nepobaby behaviour. Have you ever done something on your own?”

Her blood boiled.

“Careful,” she snapped. “You don’t know a thing about my family. But it’s cute that you assume, just because you can’t imagine someone succeeding without needing a handout, and because you’ll never get the chance.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Please. You walk around like campus royalty. God forbid someone tells you you’re not special.”

“And you walk around like you’re owed something just because you breathe,” she shot back. “News flash: doing the bare minimum with a superiority complex doesn’t make you impressive, it makes you exhausting.”

A beat. They stared at each other. 

People walked around them. The wind blew. Somewhere, a bird chirped. Dramatically.

But the world was invisible to them.

“Anyway,” she muttered, stepping forward. “I’ll leave you to your fantasies. I’m meeting with people who actually like me.”

“Do they know you’re this full of yourself?”

“Do yours know you’re obsessed with me?” she said without turning back.

He watched her quicken her pace, and before she could walk away completely, he couldn't stop himself from asking,

“What do you think about our friends dating?”

“What?” she turned, narrowing her eyes. 

“My dear friend Yeonjun is dating your best friend Yunjin. A whole month now. You didn’t know?” he asked, confused. “And I thought you two told each other everything.”

Her heart spiked.

It all made sense now. Yunjin never said his name, never showed his face. The stories she posted about their dates, faceless photos, just food, their shoes, their shapes.

How could she? 

Yn didn’t know which part stung more:

That Yunjin had kept it from her, 

That she was dating Soobin’s best friend,

Or that Soobin was the one telling her.

The first one. Definitely the first one.

“That’s pathetic.”

Soobin raised a brow, but she didn’t let him speak. 

“You think telling me would hurt me?” she asked. “It doesn’t, I just feel sorry for her.”

Then, without waiting for him to reply, she turned and walked –with her chin high and a steady pace– toward the cafeteria. 

Because Soobin is a liar, right? 

There’s no way that could be true, she would never hide something that important to her. They are best friends for a reason. She’s the person Yn trusts the most. Her partner in crime, the girl she runs to deep philosophical debates and celebrity gossip alike. They tell each other everything and no matter what, they always get each other's backs. 

So no, there was no chance Soobin was right. Not this time, not ever. And she knows him. Just as a state wields every source in a war, Soobin uses whatever he can to get under her skin.

It 's common sense. 

Until is not. 

Her eyes scanned the cafeteria the minute she got into, and she couldn’t believe what was before her eyes. Chaewon, Eunchae and Yunjin, were beside Yeonjun—sat in the stop that was supposed to be hers. They were laughing, like nothing in the world was wrong. 

She began walking toward them. Her food container hit the table louder than it should have as she sat down without a word.

She regretted it the minute it happened. 

“Hey,” she greeted with a confused look on her face. 

Yunjin turned, brightening. “Oh! There you are. We—

“Is it true? Are you seriously dating him?”

The table went quiet. 

Yeonjun froze mid-bite and Yunjin's face fell. “I… I was going to tell you.”

“When?” Yn asked, voice tight. “After the wedding?”

“That’s not fair–

“I can’t believe you kept this from me,” Yn interrupted, her voice was tight. “I should be happy, but it’s frightening that the person who claims to trust me the most would hide something so important from me.”

“Excuse me,” Yeonjun leaned in, showing genuine curiosity. “How did you find out?”

Yn sighted, completely jaded by the situation. It was humbling. “Soobin told me.”

Silence. 

It was uncomfortable to watch. Yn stared at her best friend with a glimpse of betrayal, while the others shifted awkwardly, guilt written plainly on their faces. 

“You know you could have just told me, right? even a meme wouldn’t be too harmful than finding out from him. I wouldn’t be mad about that but I feel… I don't know, betrayed. Maybe.”

Yunjin opened her mouth to respond, but she didn’t get the chance. Not when Soobin came in and bragged, “See? Told ya.” 

And with that, he sat beside her, unable to content his excitement, like this was just a game and she was the one losing it.

The truth was, they both used their rivalry as a form of internal gratification. They’d never admitted, but there was a certain satisfaction in outdoing each other. 

Everyone knew it was a competition over everything, even the smallest things. But nothing had ever come close to what was happening now. This was the first time they’d exchanged so many words in the last two years.

They’d always tried to one-up each other academically, but that had never been enough to draw real blood. To truly hurt them.

So this? 

This was different

And Yn wasn’t going to let him have it.

“Do you ever shut up? You act like this is your moment when no one even invited you here.”

He raised his eyebrows, still grinning. “Can you blame me?”

Yn looked at him like the sound of his voice physically pained her. “You’re so desperate to be relevant it’s pathetic.” She leaned in, close enough so he could be the only one who heard her whisper, “congratulations on being the biggest loser in the room.”

He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch.

“Big words,” he said, voice low, “from someone who didn’t even notice her best friend dating her sworn enemy’s best friend.” 

He smirked and tilted his head. “That’s embarrassing don’t you think?” 

“It’s embarrassing to think this is some sort of winning,” she snapped back. “Some of us have a life, but congrats on being the gossip girl, Soobin. Finally something you can actually win.”

“And you’re not special, Yn.”

“I might not be,” she replied, “but you’re obsessed with me, and jealous because you’ll never have what I do.”

He laughed. “You mean rich parents and an inflated ego?”

“Sure,” she muttered. “And internships. And awards. And actual talent. But I bet you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“You know what your real talent is?” His tone was sharp. “Performing. You pretend you’re the perfect student with your little papers and smug interventions, but the truth is, you’ve built your whole life like a state builds its strategy–clean, curated, cold.”

“And you know what your problem is?” she leaned in, her voice was still low, but cutting. “You’ve built yours on arrogance and mediocrity. You think you’re smarter than everyone else when you’re just… loud. You’re all theory and no instinct.”

He frowned, arms crossed. “Yes, but you’re all drama and no depth.”

“No, I’m all wins,” she shot back. “You hate me because I’m better than you and it drives you insane.”

He scoffed, leaning back like he was watching fireworks. “Better? You operate like a declining hegemon, too busy projecting soft power to realize your foundations are rotting.”

Yn’s smile didn’t falter. “That’s rich coming from someone whose entire personality is reactive.” She leaned closer, her voice dropping. “You don’t lead, Soobin. You retaliate.”

His jaw clenched. She kept going, “This is not diplomacy, Soobin. This is desperation.”

“Oh, am I desperate?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one who walked in here like you were staging a UN emergency session.”

“I walked in because I have integrity,” she said, “unlike you, who weaponizes everything at his disposal just to feel in control. You’re basically realist theory in human form. Cynical, self-serving, and obsessed with zero-sum outcomes.”

That one visibly shook him. He tried to play it off with a slow, mocking nod, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

“And yet,” he replied, “you’re still here. Still talking to me. Looks like even the constructivist in you know I matter.”

For a second, he didn’t continue. Just stared at her like he was watching something heavy behind his eyes. Then, with a venom too casual to match his words, he dropped it.

“Maybe that’s why Yunjin didn’t tell you. I bet she’s tired of pretending you’re a flawless genius, just like everyone.”

It hit her like a missile strike, even though she covered her emotions really well, it still hurts.

“Seriously, Yn. You act like you have everything figured out but you’re not even capable of seeing what's in front of you. You think you can manipulate everyone,” he kept going, “always playing the perfect one, but you’re not. You’re fake.”

“Say that again,” Yn said through gritted teeth, her voice shaken. Not with fear, but rage.

He leaned towards her, again. “Fake,” he repeated, low and slow.

They were close –really close– with eyes full of rage and the fragility of a bomb. As if anything that was coming next would be the explosion of a bomb that could end any war.

And then, something reminded them where they actually were. At the cafeteria, with Yn’s friends and Yeonjun. 

“Are guys going to kiss?” Eunchae genuinely asked.

She frowned. The only kiss I'll give to him is an uppercut on his stupid face, Yn wished she’d replied.

“I don’t get what everyone sees in you.” She muttered.

“That makes two of us.” He replied.

And with that, Yn stood up, picked up her container, and walked out the cafeteria. Her chin was up, but her emotions were… strange.

What just happened?

There was a flicker in her eyes. Not weakness, but there was something dangerously close, two unshed tears were begging to fall but she refused to let them. 

She hoped no one noticed she was about to cry.

Yet she knew he was close enough to notice it.

Soobin didn’t move, the incense in his body blurred when she left. They had a long conversation on their way to the cafeteria, and something that felt like a huge… fight.

He started.

He was still trapped in his mind and the situation he calls Yn. 

“Are you proud of yourself?” Yeonjun's voice cut through the silence like a blade.

Soobin blinked, he came back to reality, while Yeonjun leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, disappointment radiating off of him. “Because if this is what you wanted, congrats. You just humiliate someone in front of her closest friends.”

Soobin avoided his gaze; he felt ashamed, still processing the things he had just said, and to whom he’d said them. “She started it.”

“What 's wrong with you?” Chaewon finally spoke, it wasn’t rage in her tone, but discomfort.

Yn’s friends, specially Yunjin, were restraining their desires to stop whatever was going on between her and Soobin. None of them raised their voices.

They all wanted to stop them. But when the fight started, no one knew what to do. They tried with a few calls, glances, one or two firm “guys, stop,” but both were too far gone. Trapped in a tunnel where no one else existed, where everything else disappeared.

But now it is over. And it had left an ugly feeling behind.

It was strange. He’d just realized how much he hated how everything shifted when it came to her. As if peace of mind wasn’t possible when she was near. His mood always soured the second she came to his mind. And he knew he was mean, too. 

But the strangest part was seeing Yn almost cry. That made him wonder if she actually had feelings.

The girl who’s stubborn, heartless, cold… and never cried.

Soobin regretted the way he acted. He’d behaved like a child just because she said it was surprising that they were talking. And that comment reminded him of everything.

Then his phone buzzed.

He got the job.

Yn wanted to be alone, the sadness was melting deep inside of her heart, to a point it was uncomfortable.

She couldn’t quite name the reason. Logically, being this sad over what could be called a friend’s betrayal felt childish. But Yunjin wasn’t any friend, and that’s what stung her the most. Not the situation itself, but the thought that the person she trusted the most didn’t consider her important enough to tell her something so special.

Then there was her mother. Going home meant facing a woman who sees Woonhak getting a tutor as nothing but a personal failure, one she’d balance on Yn. And even if it wasn’ t her fault, it hurts.

And then, there was Soobin. Too much to unravel.

She didn’t want to talk to anyone. Home was out of the question, facing her mother –who casually had spent the whole day there– wasn’t an option. Neither was staying on campus. 

She needed to do the one thing she knew how to do better than anyone else: study

As she walked to her car, the sky began to cloud over and the temperature slowly dropped, as if the weather itself was pulling a blanket into her mood. She sighed, and twenty minutes later, she arrived at a small café she’d discovered a few weeks ago. 

The café was a quiet haven from the chaos of the outside world and inside of her mind, wrapped in the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of low conversations around her. It was warm, the golden lights pooled from hanging lamps, casting gentle shadows over wooden tables scattered with notebooks, half-empty mugs, and pens left uncapped in deep thoughts. The environment felt comforting, it was full of students sitting curled up in their chairs, everyone lost on their books, with headphones in, and their eyes hyper fixating on their textbooks. But what made her happier was the wave to earth song playing in the background, it felt like a hug

This place feels like home, she thought as she opened her favorite International Relations’ book. Her upcoming assignment was an essay on a book of her choice. The task was to highlight its strongest arguments and their weaknesses, apply the theory to a current international issue, analyze the case, and provide policy recommendations. 

It was enough work to avoid her emotions.

Yn took a sip of her coffee and looked at the time, almost an hour had passed in the blink of an eye. She looked over her notes, and then decided to check on her phone for a moment. But the second she opened her bag, Yunjin’s favourite book slipped out and landed on her lap.

Yn picked it up and returned to her bag with a quiet sigh. It felt like the universe was trying to tell her that she doesn’t have to avoid things. 

Then, when she finally unlocked her phone, she saw Yunjin's name on her screen. There were a few messages, she wanted to talk. Also apologies, explanations, and a reminder that she loved her. 

Sight. Yn felt terrible, she hated to make her friends worry about her. It wasn’t Yunjin’s fault, she can’t date whoever she wants and Yn will never judge her for it. 

She took a deep breath before typing back, saying that she wasn’t mad, no need to apologize. That she understood the hesitation, but it still hurt. It made her feel like Yunjin didn’t trust her.

And that was it stung the most: the idea of her best friend believing she wouldn’t be safe with the truth.

She ended the message by saying of course they should talk, and that she loved her too.

The minute she sent that, a realization came to her mind. 

Yn didn’t want Yunjin to think that Soobin was the only thing on her mind—but he was a big part of the equation. She couldn’t be mad at Yunjin; they were best friends, soulmates even. And yes, she felt deeply betrayed, but she wasn’t stupid. It was obvious that Yunjin had been afraid of her reaction. She understood… she always did, but it was still a little disappointing that her best friend would be afraid of her.

But how was she supposed to feel anything except betrayed when the first time she heard about it was from Soobin? Not from Yunjin. Not with a smile or a secret spilled over coffee. But from him.

And it wasn’t even the fact that she found out, it was how. Like a joke. Like he was doing her a favor. Of course she’d be mad.

Yeonjun wasn’t the problem, he was in fact, a nice guy. Yes, he was part of the Student Council, the leader of the dance team, he is known for being extremely kind and sociable, and he also has a band. He did so many things that it honestly made her wonder where he even found the time.

He wasn’t a bad person, he just got bad friends that behave like shit. And Yeonjun had said himself he didn’t support that. So maybe, just maybe, he is friends with Soobin because he had no choice back then.

So she made a decision. 

She will be friends with Yeonjun, knowing exactly what that would do to Soobin. And she’ll win no matter what. 

It was the perfect plan. Maybe a little childish, maybe a little stupid but she wasn’t able to think that way. In her mind, this was the best strategy. Yn felt like a country carefully plotting a move to increase its power, and establishing diplomatic relations with Yeonjun was, strictly speaking, a tactical maneuver.

Soobin couldn’t keep the news to himself, he wanted to share this with the person he loved the most: his mother. So, he decided to head to the nursing home where she worked. It wasn’t unusual for him to go there, he liked helping her, and spending time with older people never seemed like a bad idea. They were wise, they adored Soobin, and they always gave him good advice. And he just couldn’t say no to a bit of wisdom.

That’s how he ran into Mr. Han, a former Korean diplomat who now spent his days reading old policy papers and watching the news on mute. Mr. Han was Soobin’s number one fan, he saw real potential in him. And Soobin admired the man just as much, hoping to become like him someday.

To Soobin, Mr. Han was both an accidental therapist and a grandfather figure. He trusted him completely, believing every word the old man said, which was why he told him almost everything. 

Even though he loved and trusted his parents, he couldn’t bring himself to tell them about Yn. Maybe they suspected he had an enemy because Beomgyu had accidentally let it slip once, and the guys were always teasing him about her in front of them. But with everything else going on, and all the problems they already have in their lives, Soobin didn’t want to bother them with something… this childish. 

But Mr. Han? He knew everything about Yn. 

The old man was a big fan of Soobin’s life. As a retired diplomat who spent his days checking the news, this story felt like a K-drama. It was so funny to watch Soobin come up with strategies to “beat the enemy,” like some master policy maker.

After a brief celebration with her mother and a little bit of helping her to clean the space, Soobin sat at the rocking chair beside Mr. Han, who was casually reading a book until the youngest appeared. 

“You look like something’s weighing on you,” the eldest claimed while putting the book on his lap, “what happened boy? you got the job but you don’t look quite happy.”

Soobin leaned back the chair, with eyes briefly flickering the floor as the memory of his altercation with Yn crossed his mind. He was ashamed to tell his mentor about this. 

He sighed. “Yeah, I'm happy… but before that, I had a fight with Yn. It was… weird.”

The man’s gaze sharpened, catching the frustration in the boy’s tone. “Tell me what happened. What exactly did you say?”

“Her best friend is dating Yeonjun and I was the one who told her, she didn’t know.” Soobin exhaled, rubbing his temple. “I don’t even know how it escalated or why we ended up arguing. At one point, I called her fake.”

Mr. Han studied him carefully. And even though Soobin could never fully tell what the wise old man was thinking, he appreciated that about him. He was embarrassed by what had happened, but also deeply grateful for Mr. Han’s presence. He never judged him, he could tell whenever Soobin was messing up, but never in a judgemental way. 

“You’re very passionate about this. What exactly is it about her that bothers you, Soobin?”

Soobin exhaled through his nose with irritation seeping into his voice. “She always tries to be at the top of everything, like she’s playing this game of international relations where she’s the leading power. You know, like the hegemon in the system. She thinks everything’s under her control, but it’s all a facade. She acts like she’s the only one who gets it, the only one who matters. She is arrogant and I hate it. It’s so frustrating.”

Mr. Han raised an eyebrow, his voice was calm but full of knowledge. “So, you see her as a rival, then?”

His jaw clenched. “She’s not a rival but an obstacle. She undermines everything I do, always acting superior, like I’m a pawn in her geopolitical board. And I’m tired of her, I can’t stand how she always gets in my way, like everything is a game she has already won, scheming strategies like it’s nothing.” A muscle twitched near his eye. “But I won’t let her have this, not anymore.”

“I see.” The old man tilted his head slightly with a wry smile forming on his lips. “You think she’s trying to outmaneuver you. You feel like she’s undermining your position in this… strategic competition.” He pauses. “But is she really doing that? Or are you inventing a villain to justify your own insecurities?”

“What?” Soobin’s eyes flashed with a mix of confusion and frustration. “No. I’m not insecure, I just can’t let someone like her think she can walk all over me and step up on me like I was a weak state in the international system. I  can’t show weakness, I can’t lose this.”

Mr. Han chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Maybe what you’re feeling is more about how she challenges you. You're not just mad at her because of her actions, Soobin. You’re angry because she’s forcing you to question your own beliefs, your own position and she makes you realize that people can lose sometimes. And that’s uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

“She’s evil,” the younger replied. “But…”

Soobin’s silence hung heavy in the room as he tried to process the older man’s words. He wasn’t able to admit that there was a part of him that was unsure. Was Mr. Han right? Was he just frustrated because Yn shaken his sense of control and made him doubt his own place in the world every time she wins?

He knew people had to lose. It’s statistically impossible to win every war. 

But her? She didn't deserve it.

Perfect grades. Perfect life. A father at the UN. Money that could’ve erased his parents’ debts with a single swipe of her credit card. He hated her for that–and sometimes, he even thought that teachers went easy on her because they knew who her dad was.

Who’d risk failing a girl with that kind of prestige?

But him? He had to make more efforts to succeed in life. He needed to be the top student to keep his scholarship, losing wasn’t a pleasure he could afford. He had to be the best.

He felt like he crawled through life while she waltzed through it as if on a gilded escalator.

He envied her for that. Even a single piece of her clothing could solve all his parent’s problems.

“Maybe you’re right, I do envy her,” he admitted, the truth sitting ugly in his mouth. “She has everything I don’t, she threatens me and I can’t stand it,” he crossed his arms, looking out the window that overlooked the backyard.

Mr. Han looked at him patiently, like he was waiting for Soobin to conclude his thoughts.

“Maybe I’m insecure.” Soobin continued. “Today, we talked for the first time in two years and it was weird. Part of me felt like it was easy, but then I remembered and I panicked. What can I do about this?” his voice grew quieter, as if searching for answers in the depths of his mind. “I can’t just let her be better than me. I can’t let her undermine me in front of everyone.”

The old man nodded, leaning back in his chair. “You have to decide whether you want to be the bigger person in this situation or continue playing this game of domination and rivalry. Because if you keep treating her like a rival to be defeated, you’ll only end up in a prolonged conflict with no resolution.” He took a deep breath. “Maybe you should confront your insecurities first, and realize that losing doesn’t make you weak. So tell me, what do you want to achieve with this?”

Soobin hesitated. For the first time, he understood why he acted like he did. It was an obsession covered with hatred. “I don’t know. I just want to win.”

Mr. Han nodded slowly, fully understanding the boy’s turmoil. “That’s the problem. You’re seeing this as a zero-sum game, but sometimes, winning isn’t about being the best. Sometimes it’s about knowing when to step back, when to negotiate, to avoid escalating conflict.”

Soobin didn’t reply immediately, his thoughts whirling as he tried to understand. His friends were always encouraging him to stop this competition but he wouldn’t acknowledge it until Mr Han explained this with IR terms. Soobin was used to thinking in terms of power dynamics, diplomacy, international relations, and strategic alliances. 

But this… this was different. It was personal. And as much as he hated to admit it, Mr. Han's words were making him reconsider the way he saw himself.

And his value as a person. Could it be that it didn’t depend on his academic success?

“Alright, Mr. Han,” Soobin said quietly, hesitating. “Maybe I need to rethink my strategy. I’ll try not to escalate things with her, but I can't promise I won’t respond to any of her attacks. And… I’ll try to fix my insecurities.”

The man gave him a knowing smile, nodding. Soobin thought he always knew something else, like he could predict the future or something. “Insecurities aren’t things you just fix, Soobin. They’re parts of you that you need to acknowledge and embrace. If you try to fix them, you’ll never understand them, but if you work on them, you’ll become conscious of who you are.”

He looked the youngest straight in the eyes. “And about that girl… sometimes the best move is to wait and see what the other player does. In diplomacy, patience is often the most powerful tool.”

Soobin leaned back in his chair. His thoughts about Yn were still racing but he felt… incredibly calm, as if he had taken a heavy backpack off his back.

And he also felt grateful for being loved by his family, friends, and Mr. Han, whom Soobin considered his chosen grandfather. 

“Thank you Mr. Han.” Soobin said before he stood up, brushing invisible lint off his pants. His phone had just buzzed. His mother was calling.

“You’re welcome kid.” Mr. Han replied with a warm smile. “I know your parents always have your back, but if you ever need anything, I’ll be here. There’s a lot of people who love you. You are already loved, Soobin.”

Soobin offered him a grateful nod before heading towards the lobby. He spotted his mother standing near the entrance, and something in her posture made his stomach twist. Her eyes were red, brimming with tears. 

“Mom?” he asked, stepping closer, his voice full of concern. “What 's wrong? What happened?”

She took a shaky breath, barely managing to get the words out. “Your dad’s in the hospital. He… he had a car accident.”

The minute Yn got out of her car, her chest tightened.

She was afraid of her mother.

Everything had changed when her dad left for New York when she was seventeen. Her mother had grown harsher, sharper. And things only got worse when her older brother left two years later.

Jungkook didn’t really abandon her, but it felt like that. He had been the only other adult in the house, and the one who stood up to their mother to protect her. And when he left? Her life changed completely. She had to adjust to a new routine, a new life, where the only person looking out for her was... herself.

She stepped into her house, took off her shoes and slipped on her slippers, pretending to be ready for whatever sharp words were waiting for her.

The house was big enough that you could walk around without bumping into anyone–it is not like there’s too many people living in it anyway–but her mother was right there in the living room, arms crossed like she’d been waiting.

The room was silent, but the air was thick with tension.

Yn tried as much as possible to not be seen, but it was impossible. Her mother always had eyes in the back of her head.

 “Where were you?” 

Yn froze for a second, fingers tightening the strap of her bag. She took a shallow breath, forcing herself to stay calm. 

There was no concern in her voice, only coldness, accusation.

“I was at uni and then I went to a café to study… I have an essay due Monday.” Yn answered flatly with her eyes fixed on her slippers.

Her mother scoffed, crossing her arms tightly. “Of course. Off being selfish again.” 

She stood from the armchair, posture rigid. “You should’ve been watching over your brother, but you weren’t. And now he’s failing at school. So badly that I had to hire a tutor! Do you even care what people will say? What a shame”

Yn flinched at the words. Her grip on her bag tightened. She finally looked up, the anger rising in his chest before she could stop it. “He’s sixteen, not five.”

“This explains why he’s failing two classes!” her mother snapped. “You were supposed to help him. Keep him focused. But you are too busy playing adult, running around god knows where.”

“I was studying!” Yn shouted angrily, then her fear came rushing back. She realized she had raised her voice–to her mother– and her voice cracked. “I’m not his mother… tha-that’s your job.” She whispered, on the edge of breaking.

But she wasn’t going to give in too easily. She’s not the type of person who shows weakness.

“Mom…” Woonhak whisper came from behind her. He had been hiding, but now he stepped into view.

Her mother softened instantly. “Woonhak, you’re not to blame, honey. Go to your room, I’m speaking with your sister.”

The teen nodded silently and left. Yn watched him leave without even looking at her. That hurt more than it should have.

“Do you know how much damage you’ve done to your brother?” her mother asked.

Yn didn’t answer. 

“Of course not. You’re so selfish. You think the world revolves around you, Yn. Well, it doesn't. One day you’ll realize what a bad person you are, and I won’t be here.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to hold herself together. “Mom… I really was studying, I… I got a top score on t my oral presentation today and–”

“What, you want me to throw a party?” she laughed. “You want me to be proud of you for doing what you’re supposed to do?” 

“I don’t know what I was even expecting from you.” Yn whispered, feeling the last bit of hope leave her body.

Without another word, she turned and walked away, feeling her mother’s gaze burning into her back.

As she reached the hallway, she saw Woonhak standing there, his eyes wide with guilt. He opened his mouth, maybe to speak, but Yn didn’t stop. She kept her head down and walked faster toward her room. 

Once inside, she slammed the dorm behind her and collapsed against it, sliding to the floor. Her breath hitched. Tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to stop them –really tried– but maybe it was better this way.

For the first time that day, she felt safe enough to be vulnerable. It had been a weird, awful day. She had almost cried in public, twice.

She reached for her phone and dialed her dad’s number. Her heart sank. She stared at the screen, willing her dad to pick up. But he didn’t, of course he didn’t. He was always too busy. 

She tried calling Jungkook next, but the ringing just kept going. “Come on,” she whispered under her breath. “Someone… please, anyone.”

But no one picked up.

She was alone at this big house. Her mother’s words replayed in the back of her head. 

And the worst part? She couldn’t argue it. 

Maybe her mom was right, and maybe it was all her fault.

Yn curled her knees up to her chest, her phone still clutched in her hand. There was a soft knock on her door, followed by the sound of Woonhak’s voice from the other side. 

“Yn… I didn’t mean to–”

“I don’t want to talk,” she snapped, her voice hoarse. “Just… just go away.”

There was silence for a moment before she heard his soft footsteps retreat down the hallway. That didn’t make her feel better. 

Her relationship with her mother had wrecked her relationship with her brother. They barely talked. She didn’t want to help him with school or anything else. Every time she saw his face, she thought of their mom. 

She felt rejected. 

Her dad and Jungkook left for work and yes, she loved them, but she also felt abandoned. 

Yn sat there for what felt like hours, the silence was deafening. She had no idea how to stop her emotions. She even ran out of tears.

With a glance at her desk–books, notes, essays piled up like an endless mountain, she stood up. It was always there, waiting. And suddenly, that felt comforting.

She grabbed her laptop and began to write. Her mind shifted to the only thing that ever made sense: school.

Because the world wouldn’t stop spinning, and if she didn’t keep up, she’d be swallowed whole.

A few minutes later, her phone buzzed. Niki had spammed her with messages, she smiled.

Oh.

What?

author's note: hiii i know i said i’d upload this on june 15th and it’s already been a week since then, i’m sorry 😭 i was proofreading it, and literally two days before posting, i realized i didn’t like how it was turning out, so i ended up rewriting almost everything ☠️

but here it is now!! i hope you like it 🫶🏻 thank you for being patient

glossary:

soft power: the ability a country has to make others do what it wants without using force. instead, it wins people by being attractive. like, its values, culture, or ideas are so appealing that others just want to be on its side. people learning korean because they’re into kpop is a great example of this. zero-sum game: a situation in which one person’s gain is inherently another’s loss. in this case, is soobin thinking yn’s success means his failure

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