Disclaimer: I don't own Gokusen.
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Her smell never left his shirt even after he returned home from Okinawa to wash it. The sweet scent still clung to the button-up top no matter how many times it went through the cycle.
Sawada Shin hadn't truly regretted anything in his life until this point. Not only did the raven hair anomaly haunt his thoughts now he couldn't her her aroma out of his senses. It was hard enough having to be with her at school, but away from the damn place she was still everywhere he went.
Flopping on the bed with a hefty sigh, he held the jacket up and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply. Flowers with an undertone of plums. Unconsciously, his hand slowly traveled down his abdomen and slipped into his pants.
His eyes closed at the point. Being seventeen, his body should have already been use to this; however, he was never that big into the female species. Most grated his nerves with their "kya, kya!" in their high pitched squeals that could make a pane of glass shatter. But she was different...
In his imagination, her nimble fingers wrapped around his erection and her fist pumped slowly, then faster. Her skin was as soft as velvet. He could feel her hot breath on his clammy skin, lips trailing on his bare chest sending shivers throughout his body. He felt the tension building inside before his body went rigid and he erupted violently.
"Yamaguchi."
He fell asleep with that shirt on his face and thoughts on his indescribable, sexy teacher.