Sousuke the teacher, Haru the student, both have feelings for one another.
I haven't seen any teacher student souharu so I thought I'd make a little one.
I'm sure this could have been a series but I gotta finish the other off first xD

Sousuke sat, legs perched on his new mahogany desk he bought himself as a treat. He was flicking through a magazine Rin had insisted he'd read.

"Yamazaki-sensei?"

Sousuke glanced up to find almost twenty heads folded over, pens scribbling away. Exams. The most relaxing time for Sousuke. He enjoyed them, watching the kids squirm in their seats. Sousuke wasn't a bad teacher, no, he was pretty good, if he could brag. He wanted all his students to succeed but something about seeing them unnerved knew that they were still eager to learn.

The boy who had called him was an average boy. Average in height, dull eyes and dark hair. He was always asking questions, stupid or not. Sousuke sighed internally, placing his magazine lightly onto his desk and headed quietly to the student who was waving his hand frantically in the air.

"Yes?"

"What's the answer to this question?"

Sousuke heard the snicker from his neighbour and gave him a stern look. "Concentrate on your own exam."

Sousuke turned back to the dull boy and whispered as politely as possible. "I can't tell you the answer. It's an exam. Just write what you think it is."

"What if it's wrong?"

"You won't know till you write it down."

The boy looked hard at the paper before he grinned and glanced sparkled eyed at his sensei.

"Thank you Yamazaki-sensei."

"You're welcome."

Sousuke pinched his brow when the boy began to scribble his answer. He felt himself being stared at and glanced to the window where ocean blue met his own. Haruka Nanase. That boy was unusual. He didn't speak unless spoken to, even then it was no more than a few words at a time. He kept to himself, gazing out the window, head in hand, off in another world.

Haruka quickly averted his eyes back to his paper, pen scrawling in the neat handwriting Sousuke loved to read. It flowed like a river, the words almost flowing like waves. Elegant just like the boy. His slender fingers, lean build and the memorising ocean like eyes had Sousuke trying to calm himself down. Yes, he was attracted to one of his students. He would never pursue, he knew the rules, that, and he was twenty years his senior. But there was something about the pure desire on an eighteen-year-old that made Sousuke feel younger. It was wrong of course and slightly disturbing he was sure. The thought of Haruka finding out had Sousuke turning back to his desk and slumping down, face hidden behind the stupid swimming magazine.

The bell rang and the students left, handing in their exams as they went. Haruka was the last to leave, placing his paper on top, leaving his hand there to linger. Sousuke glanced up and caught his thoughts before they began to travel to places they shouldn't.

"Nanase, you can leave."

The boy watched him for a few moments before nodding once and headed off, glancing over his shoulder to find Sousuke watching him. Haruka let a small smirk appear and that had Sousuke's eyes widening in shock before he turned back to deal with the exam papers. Haruka turned the corner but popped his head around to sneak a look at his teacher. The man had his head in his hands, almost embarrassed.

Haru enjoy it when his teacher was self-conscious, the red flush that would always make its way to the tip of his ears. His narrowed teal eyes stood out more, mortification shining in them. Haruka could stare into those intense eyes all day. His eyes widened slightly, oh no. He was attracted to his teacher. Well, he supposed he had known for a while now but didn't want to accept it. It was common for students to crush on their teachers, several girls from his classes weren't afraid to show it. With Haru it was a different story, he kept to himself, feelings were concealed through a facade. But those feelings of affection would seep through when no one was looking. Haruka would watch the man furrow his brow when his classmate would ask him a stupid question and smile in amusement as he would answer with sarcasm only he could hear. Whenever their eyes connected Haruka would immediately turn away, not wanting to betray what was clear on his face. Infatuation.

As Haru watched Yamazaki lean back in his chair, brow furrowed, showing his age, Haruka couldn't help but bite his lip. Yamazaki was fit, that Haru knew. He'd had accidently stumbled upon him shirtless when Rin, his swim coach, had called him back from swim practice. He hadn't thought much of it at the time but when he had gone home, he craved to know what his skin felt like under his fingers. The man before him stretched, his shirt tightening against his body, a hand threaded through his thick hair, causing Haruka to itch in a surge of lust. Haru wasn't one to act on his emotions but desire had always been one that he just couldn't control. The freestyle swimmer entered the room, closing the door before him. Yamazaki glanced his way and rose a brow in confusion.

"Nanase, how can I help?"

Haru didn't answer, he stopped in front of the man, causing him to twirl his chair to face him. His legs were apart, giving Haruka a clear view. Sousuke was looking at him in curiosity, a certain curiosity that had Haruka leaning in.

"Are you okay? Nana-" Sousuke was cut off as a set of lips firmly covered his own. Haru broke away, they were barely inches apart, gazing into the others eyes. Haru could see the conflict Sousuke was in, he wanted it, that Haru knew, but it wasn't right. Sousuke flickered from Haru's eyes to his perfect nose to his plump lips, before he rolled his eyes. "Ah, fuck it."

Haru was taken by surprise as he was pulled forwards onto Sousuke's lap. Haruka let Sousuke take the lead as he had almost zero experience at this kind of thing. He let out a sigh as Sousuke's hands made their way under his shirt. Haru didn't know how he ended up with his back on the desk, with Sousuke bearing over him but he wasn't complaining. The exams fluttered to the floor along with Rin's swimming magazine.

"You're not very responsible for a sensei, you know."

"I'll pick them up later," Sousuke smirked. "Don't ruin the moment."

They made out for a few minutes, Haruka fumbling with Sousuke's shirt buttons. He'd managed to undo them, pushing it aside, planting his hands firmly on the older man's tight stomach. His palms warmed to an incredible heat, his fingers lightly grazed the man's abs. This was everything Haruka thought and more. The real thing had Haru hitching his breath, memorising every dip and curve. Sousuke nibbled on the boy's neck, enjoying the feel of his hands on his body.

"Yo, Sou!"

The door swung open and two sets of eyes stared into red. Rin stood, a grin from ear to ear, shaking a piece of paper. His eyes landed on a scene he'd rather not have witnessed and quickly turned back, closing the door behind him.

Haruka and Sousuke glanced at one another and Sousuke seemed to huff in laughter.

"Shouldn't you go after him?" Haru rose a brow at Sousuke's smile.

"Nah, he won't say anything until we talk. Plus," Sousuke placed a kiss on Haru's jaw, running a hand down the boy's leg. "I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment."