For those of you reading this for the first time, just skip this paragraph! Okay, so I'm changing the direction of this story! Originally it was titled "Don't Flirt With The Waiter" but now that is just going to be the first chapter, and each chapter is going to focus on different pairings with the other ones laced in and out. For those of you who were hoping it would be all MidoTaka- don't fret! That is my number one ship and there will most likely be bits of it in every chapter no matter what, haha.

This contains: uke!Midorima, voyeurism, Akamido, and Akafuri. Un-beta'd. Enjoy!

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Takao would be lying straight through his teeth if he said he hadn't thoroughly enjoyed seeing the same flabbergasted look on "Midorima-sensei's" face when he waltzed into the gym for basketball practice as he had earlier that day when they'd locked eyes in the classroom.

For the most part, the boy felt like he was on cloud nine. He had completely resolved himself to never see that hunk of a man again- but there he was, standing in front of him all 195 centimeters of sculpted, tsundere wet dream. If that weren't enough, the flushed grimaces the man made every time they met eyes was enough to make Takao's heart melt onto the floor- I mean, come on, could he make it any more tempting to tease him? At this rate, Midorima-sensei was practically begging for it- and Takao could feel his skin light up thinking of all the ways he could rile the green-haired man up.

As he sauntered over to his new teacher, who was standing cross armed against the gym wall in a terribly rigid posture, Takao allowed his mind to wander for just a moment: yes, most of him was absolutely over ridden with joy. But there was a small part of him that was also nervous- the part of him that ached dangerously. The part of him that could feel their fates intertwining hopelessly to some indiscriminate end, maybe happy….maybe sad-

Well, there was no time to think about that now. Not when his target was visibly squirming against the wall every footstep he made closer.

"Miiidoorima-senseiiii~" Takao mused, voice like silk. He pushed out a hip, using one hand to adjust the head band that held his dark locks away from his forehead. "What's this? Are you following me?"

"Tsk!"

The man averted his gaze, swallowing nervously. "Of course not. I'm here because I was asked to help out with practices, that's all."

Takao edged even closer, making a show of bending over to scoop up a stray basketball off the floor. He couldn't see Midorima-sensei's face, but he did catch sight of his feet doing a nervous shuffle. He fought off a snicker, straightening and rolling the ball between his fingers.

"I look forward to learning from you, sensei!" he cooed, and when the green haired man finally glanced to look at him in the face again, he gave a quick lick of his lips.

That made him nearly jump and (if even possible) he straightened his back even more. In a hushed, low voice he whispered. "I didn't realize exactly how young you were…"

It wasn't an apology- but at the same time that seemed to be what Midorima-sensei was trying to make it. Takao snickered- he would indulge him this once, since the topic was sensitive and he was already so terribly tense.

"I couldn't have asked for anything better," he whispered back, tone sincere. "No regrets on my part, Midorima-sensei! So don't you go regretting it either!" He knew he was speaking too familiarly, but he could also tell that he was going to get away with it- this fact just excited him more.

"There's no point regretting something that already happened, nanodayo." Despite the cool words and strange addition, Takao saw his shoulders finally relax a bit. He adjusted his glasses and continued in a deep voice. "Don't go thinking I'll be any easier on you in class because of what happened."

Takao raised an eyebrow, laughing. "What? I thought you'd at least round a few numbers for your favorite student! Just kidding!"

Midorima-sensei didn't laugh but that was okay, the nervous twitch of his lip into a straight line was cute a reaction enough.

He clicked his tongue again and then plucked the basketball from Takao's hands.

"You better start warming up like everyone else- I don't feel like seeing Seijuro lose his temper today." As if to punctuate the order, he lifted up graceful arms and launched the ball into the air. It soared, arching high and fast until it sunk, nothing but air through the metal hoop.

The metal hoop on the complete other side of the gym.

Midorima-sensei didn't even turn around to see his reaction- just kept on walking to the other side of the gym, where some of the other players were standing there gawking at the shot he'd just made.

Takao felt that tinge of danger rise up in him again- oh he was getting in deep, there was no escaping it.

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Kouki fumbled through his bag. He emptied his jacket pockets. His pants pockets. His wallet.

He repeated this.

And then repeated this again.

Finally he resolved that it must have dropped out in his locker. His hands shook, but he took a nice long breath. There was no hurry. He'd just go back to locker room and retrieve it. By now, everyone was probably gone from practice anyways so he wouldn't even have to explain himself.

He fidgeted, stuffing his belongings back into their rightful places and setting a brisk pace back towards the school gym.

Actually, there was a little bit of a hurry.

Kouki knew himself well enough- if he didn't find that sheet of paper and call the number on it he might never get the guts to do it again. He sighed into the side of his mouth, walking even quicker.

His heart beat sped up just thinking about it. But this was the moment he'd been waiting for- after working extremely hard he'd raised his grades and become second string on the basketball team. And so finally she- she being his one and only crush since they were in middle school- had given him her number. He could still hear her words ringing in his head.

"Don't be stupid and wait forever though. Call me tonight."

Kouki mentally kicked himself, sighing. He could be on the phone with her right now if he hadn't lost the sheet of paper.

But…certainly it was in his locker. Certainly.

Probably.

He was practically running as he reentered the school building and rounded a corner, heading into the locker rooms. He started to shrug off his jacket and set his stuff down but he stopped abruptly in the short hallway before he stepped out in the open area of the locker room.

What was that…noise?

He shook and took cautionary steps. Still hidden in the alley way, he could make out the sound of a voices between the strange muffled noises.

"S-stop…Seijuro."

That was…was that his new teacher's voice? Midorima-sensei's?

"Mmmm…do I have to?" That voice was much more recognizable- undeniably his basketball coach and not to mention principal of the school Akashi-sensei. Akashi continued. "Walking in on you wrapping your fingers in the locker room…it feels just like the old times." He heard the smack of loud kissing- oh. That's what those noises were.

Wait.

T-that's what those noises are…!?

Kouki shrunk further away, unsure of what to do. He didn't want get caught spying on them- lord knows he didn't want to spy on them at all! But…but he needed that number! He clenched sweaty fists at his sides. If he left and came back later, the school would be locked up…

"I admit…it's a bit" Midorima's voice caught mid-sentence- Kouki didn't even want to know what elicited it. "…nostalgic. But still…I'm not in the mood."

He heard a dissatisfied grunt and then louder kissing noises than before. "That kid Takao seems to have taken a liking to you, Shintarou."

Kouki shivered- he didn't not need to be hearing this. Nope.

But- what was he going to do? He needed to make a decision.

"I…" this time Midorima's voice didn't just catch- he flat out moaned, low and steady. Kouki heard what sounded like bodies and cloth shifting. "Hng…I think he's trying to get under my skin, that's all…now could you pleas-"

"You know better than that," Akashi's voice rung in response, followed by a slurping sound. "I can tell there is something more going on there. What, did you fuck him in a gay bar somewhere?"

Midorima stammered nervously in response. More clothes could be heard shuffling around.

"Though I can't imagine you topping anyone, Shintarou," Akashi whispered- unfortunately it was still legible to Kouki's burning ears. "Not when I've seen your crying face underneath me so many times."

That was it.

Noooope.

Kouki needed to go. He would just try to creep around until he saw them leaving and then maybe slip in before the janitor came by to lock it. Yeah, that's what he would do.

But there was no way in hell he was staying there another minute. He took a few soft steps, backing away.

"Come here."

Kouki was just barely to the door when he saw movement. The two men were making their way to the corner of the open area, where the little hallway leading up to it was visible. He ducked, thanking god that the hallway light was off. His heart was pounding in his chest.

He tried not to look- he didn't want to look after all. But somehow, there he was, crouching in the shadows, eyes locked on two mostly naked men making out ferociously with each other.

White hands reached up a tall spine, determined to leave indents in the skin with the pressure of his finger tips. Midorima sighed- almost dejectedly- and kissed back, lifting up his hands and resting them on the small of Akashi's back cautiously.

"I've missed this," Akashi mumbled between sloppy kisses. After a few seconds of silence he stood on his tip toes and tugged Midorima's face harder into his. He hissed. "Say it back, Shintarou."

Kouki shivered at the order- affected himself even when hidden by the authority in Akashi's voice. It was terrifying, abrasive and yet once an order left the red-head's mouth it almost seemed as if any other suggestion wouldn't even be valid. Kouki shook, eager to escape- but even more eager to not get caught.

"I've missed this, too," came Midorima's voice, seeped into a wet sigh. Akashi hummed at the response, obviously pleased. He moved skillful hands- almost too quickly to even fathom a human being could- to latch onto Midorima's hips and spin him around. The taller man grunted, but obeyed with only the slightest hint of hesitation, bending over and resting his forearms on the lockers against the wall opposite of the door. Akashi turned towards that wall as well, he hands circling over Midorima's ass and- thank god Akashi's own ass now blocked Kouki's view of whatever it was Akashi did next that caused his new teacher to let out a full, load moan.

Oh god, oh god.

This was it- they now both had their backs to him. If he was very quiet, he could slip out the door. Kouki took a soundless, short breath and inched closer to the handle on his knees. He was about to wrap a clammy palm around it when a sharp movement caught his eye.

He froze- but then immediately relaxed. Neither of them had turned around- no- Akashi had just moved raised his arm up sharply, holding something in his hands.

Something white in his hands.

Kouki's eyes widened in disbelief. No way. No way no way.

There between the man's white fingers was exactly what Kouki had come to the locker for. And the second his brain registered that- sharp red eyes turned and looked at him directly in the eye.

It took every bit of power Kouki had not to scream- but he managed to say silent, though his heart beat pounded loud enough to give him away.

Akashi didn't let go of their gaze. He held it.

He stared right back at Kouki for what felt like centuries. Even as he pulled out slick fingers from Midorima's ass. Even as he held the man steady and told him to be patient. Even as he ripped open a condom from his pocket with his teeth, hiked down his pants and put it on ceremoniously.

He stared at him the whole time, managing to maneuver around without dropping the slip of white paper with a number written on it with curly letters, with straight lips. It wasn't until Akashi was sinking his cock balls deep into a sweaty, moaning Midorima that he smiled wickedly and then nodded at Kouki.

Kouki was frozen in his place, unable to do much more than shiver in utter embarrassment and fear. And the nod he had just gotten- it was not just a nod. It was an order. How Akashi-sensei managed to do it he wasn't sure- but in that one head gesture he was telling Kouki not to move.

No- not 'not to move.' It was more like 'don't you dare fucking move.'

Oh fuck what had he gotten himself into.

So Kouki sat there and watched, wide eyed and almost in a daze from shock. He felt desensitized from seeing the back of Akashi's ass slam forward into Midorima after a bit- but the sounds he was hearing were nothing he could get used to. Cries and moans from a grown man, nearly shaking the floor with their depth. The sweaty slap of their skin together. The muffled words- some curses, some praises. The sounds burned into Kouki's ears. His stomach dropped. He wanted to leave so badly- but he couldn't. He just sat there and watched his teacher get his ass fucked by his principal.

He was literally watching his teacher get his ass fucked by his principal and his principal knew he was there.

What had he done in a past life to earn him such bad luck?

Just when Kouki was starting to think it would never end, he heard Midorima and Akashi both take in sharp breaths and then quiver around each other. He would never forget what it looked like watching white sperm splash across the locker room floor beneath them.

Only then did Akashi give him a second nod- one that clearly meant go. Kouki wasn't sure where he mustered the courage to move from – though he suspected it was completely adrenalin at that point- but next thing he knew he'd slipped out of the door as quietly as he could. Once in the hall way, he clutched onto his bag and ran all the way home.

I'm not getting a girlfriend anytime soon, am I?

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked this!

This story is going to be my first attempt really at writing something meant to be utterly light-hearted. Though I think I failed near the end of this chapter haha oh well

More to come! Midorima and Akashi aren't the only adults working at this gay ass school! hahaha