it started with a triple and it will end with a triple.
Wataru strides up to Mizusawa.
"Oi, Mizusawa!" He shouts as he approaches. "Nippori arranged for me to speak to you." He says, using more of an inside voice.
"You're late."
Just because he knows my secret, he thinks he can get cheeky to me!? If I didn't care about being kicked off the team, I'd have slapped the smirk off his face!
"Ah. Pokei-chan's told me all about you?"
"What on earth are you talking about?!"
"My best student, and now that you've come to learn from me, you also may call me Mizusawa-sensei. "
I am sick to death of people talking down to me just because they think they know more! He glares threateningly, fingers twitching as he does everything in his power to prevent his hand from balling into a fist.
"I'm kidding." He lies, sensing danger.
"You better be." He relaxes. "How many students do you have?"
"Two, including you."
That means he calls Nippori... He aggressively throws his bag on the ground, then grabs Mizusawa's collar and shoves him into the back of the bike sheds.
"Why do you call my Nippori 'Pokei-chan'?"
Oh~ He's so, possessive! That would be hot, but I can't say I've ever been into the manly type... I'd worry too if I were him, though, Nippori is something else…
"I thought you were talking about a girl." He tightens his grip. "He doesn't like being judged based on his looks." He butts heads against him. Grinding his forehead in and panting more loudly. "You better not be one of the people that took the mick out of him!"
What a kind and considerate top... I should be more like him. This protectiveness is cute. Mizusawa is unfazed and enjoys the thrill of being manhandled. He spontaneously hugs Wataru.
I can't believe he thinks this is the time to touch me!... Wataru is confused. The only reason he's not bleeding right now is because I promised Yuta and Nippori... I knew this would make people think I'm soft. He manages to come to terms with the fact that in this confrontation, he is simply not threatening.
"You really care about him, don't you?"
"Of course I do, what do you take me for?"
"You're only trying to look after him, I get it. This is a cruel world we live in." He pats his back.
"You can say that again. I wish I could change it, so that he doesn't have to be a victim."
"That's how he feels about his sisters. He's stronger than he looks, you know?"
"I know, we fought on the weekend."
"Not like that, on the inside. Ok, now that we agree..." He squeezes tighter, confident that he has tamed Wataru's Green eyed monster. "... Why don't we be friends?"
The gentle timid animal lover Tanaka had just watched that, tentatively preparing himself to step in if things looked problematical. He now has questions, (Would Endo try to beat me up if I confessed to him? Why was he so angry? That looked like murderous rage... How did he stay so calm? Mizusawa's so brave... How did he know he would accept the hug?) so he leaves. Understanding his own feelings, he assumes what's about to happen isn't fit for his eyes and he goes after the only other gay couple he knows.
"You can stop hugging me now, we're only friends remember." They press their backs to the bike shed and slump to the ground.
"Got it, I went off on one for a second. I feel like we're being watched, for some reason."
"I can't see anyone, if I could I wouldn't be about to say what I am."
"Do you need me to explain sex?"
"Pretty much... I've got the gist of it but some parts seem a bit complicated."
"Are you scared you might hurt him, because he's so sensitive?"
"Something like that... How d'ya know anyway?"
"He told me."
"That I was worried or that he's sensitive?"
I never told him I was worried... He seemed so sure of himself but the buttplug was tiny.
"He actually told me his explanation was rubbish and I guessed he was sensitive from his reaction to the buttplug."
"What!? You didn't put it in did you!?💢"
"No, no, no, that would be weird! I could just see that he'd been crying after it was in."
"How long ago was this?"
"At least a month ago, I can't think back, he's made a lot of progress since then."
"Can I stop that from happening again?"
"Oh no, the first time always hurts."
"See, I'm not that interested in trying this. I can't stand the thought of hurting him and then there are all these other rules to follow. I just know I'm going to get it wrong."
"It's not a test and you don't have to if you don't want to, the time will come when you will."
"If you say so."
"It has been a while since he first asked me to explain and he's only just come to you."
"Ok, since there's no hurry can we have these lessons in installments, I need my lunch. Oh yeah and I've got a question."
"Ask away."
"This was a batsu and I'm kind of ashamed to ask you, but what do you call it when you get 'that feeling'?" Mizusawa chuckles inwardly. Wataru springs to his feet as if preparing to fight primitively sticking out his chest, in challenge. Mizusawa mimics him in mockery, then surprisingly, pulls him in, for another hug.
"I'm not playing with you." He warns, really being tested by Mizusawa's humour.
"Me neither, I was challenging you, to a hug. And the word is Iku*."
"Thanks, smell you later." He pushes him away and leaves.
Authors note
*Iku directly translates to go, but in English, we would say cum.
