Frustrations
Chapter Two
"Goddamnit." Shinki cursed when Kawaki got around him to make a basket as they played a game on their favorite court in the park.
It was a place they'd played since they were kids, and they always had a good group to split into teams. They had even more now that they'd met other players in college and they had a lot of fun, every day after school this was where they were, shooting hoops.
"You're too slow." Kawaki laughed as he caught the ball thrown back to him by Iwabe. They'd been at it for a few hours, so it was time to call it a day. "You need to work on that."
"Shut up." Shinki rolled his eyes and threw his hand up as he walked away and Kawaki turned to Iwabe.
"You heading home now?" Kawaki asked as they left the court together after telling everyone else goodbye.
"Yeah, those games wore me out. I'm ready to shower, eat and crash." Iwabe said as he stretched his arms.
"Me too. I need my rest to put up with my little spitfire tomorrow."
Iwabe snorted and shoved Kawaki in his arm. "Shit man, you're still trying to fuck Mr. Uzumaki?"
"I'm working on it." Kawaki confirmed and Iwabe shook his head.
"You're crazy as hell. He's our professor, he's never going to give it up."
"That's what you think. He wants me." Kawaki knew it. Boruto could put up a front and try to fight it endlessly, but Kawaki would break him and then he'd fuck him into submission and make him his. "He's something… I can't get his ass out of my head."
"Well it doesn't show when you play at least." Iwabe sighed. "Just keep it that way."
That wouldn't be a problem, nothing got in the way of Kawaki's love of basketball. But he was fine letting Boruto cloud his mind when anything else was involved.
He was always excited when morning came and Kawaki woke up much earlier than necessary to get ready for school and arrive early so he would have time with his professor in private. He'd learned where Boruto parked, but found that he'd already gone inside when he arrived. It was too bad and Kawaki checked the time, fearful he was running later than intended, but it wasn't that. He was still early.
Kawaki wasted no time in getting to class, grinning from ear to ear the instant he opened the door and found Boruto sitting at his desk, going through some papers. He walked over briskly and dropped his bag as he did every morning, propping his ass on his desk.
"Morning, baby. I missed you." Kawaki greeted him warmly.
"Mr. Uzumaki. And I saw you yesterday." Boruto said as he continued to grade the last pop quiz. "You're in a really good mood today." He observed.
"Of course. I'm excited to see you, and you're extra cute this morning." Kawaki mused as he reached out and ran his fingers through Boruto's hair.
Boruto leaned back, tapping Kawaki's hand with his pen. "Oh no you don't, I'm not falling for that again. Keep your hands to yourself or else."
"Or else what?" Kawaki blinked at him, looking impossibly innocent.
"Or else I'm taking points off this quiz out of spite." Boruto told him, not caring if it was childish. He was grasping at straws here.
"I'll take that punishment gladly, baby. Give me a zero." Kawaki smiled and ran the tip of his forefinger down Boruto's throat and into his collar.
Boruto swatted his hand and narrowed his gaze. "Stop that. I'm trying to work."
"Not my fault you weren't prepared for me. You should have been finished and waiting." Kawaki huffed, grabbing hold of Boruto's shirt at his chest and pulling him close. "This is my time."
"I don't think so." Boruto scoffed and tapped his pen on Kawaki's hand again. "Let go. I have papers to grade."
"You can get back to it, when I'm done with you." Kawaki assured him as he released his shirt in favor of splaying his hand across his chest and rubbing his way down.
Boruto sat back quickly, as if he was burned. "This is sexual harassment, you know."
"Not if you like it. You can lie and say you don't, but I'm not stupid, baby. Your body speaks volumes." He hummed as he ghosted his fingers over a hardened bud.
He was bolder than ever and Boruto just couldn't believe it. "What part of no don't you understand?" He asked and wrapped his arms around himself protectively.
"Goddamn you're so fucking cute." Kawaki groaned. "Let me take you out. Come on, baby. You'll love every second of it."
It was clear Kawaki wasn't going to give up any time soon and Boruto seriously needed some leverage. "Take me out . . . you want a date?"
"Yeah, haven't I been trying to get one for weeks?"
Boruto's mind raced. "That you have . . . if I were to go on this date, would you promise to stop assaulting me in the classroom?"
"You're so hard to resist, but I can promise to try." Kawaki said, not sure if he'd be able to hold back or not.
"Don't try, do . . . and you'll have yourself a deal." Anything to try and get some equal footing again.
Kawaki took a moment to think it over. "Fine, but my date, my way. No complaining."
"Fine." Boruto said back. "But if you try to force me into your house, I'm leaving."
"What… what are you saying? You don't want to fuck after the date?"
Boruto shook his head, Kawaki was a piece of work alright. "I'm agreeing to a date, not giving in."
Kawaki's eyes narrowed on his prize and he licked his lips before responding. "Do you really think if I get you on a date away from this school that I'm not going to fuck you? Because I will and you won't want to leave me afterwards."
"If you take me on a date you better be on your best behavior." Boruto warned, getting worked up. "If you so much as point that thing at me, I'll kick your ass." He added and then slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes widening. Shit.
"Ooh, you're getting even cuter. You'll kill me at this rate, baby." Kawaki beamed. "You make me want to take you out and be a good boy… but if I don't fuck you, I'm definitely not going to be sated during all these mornings with you."
"Then find someone else to take the edge off. I don't sleep with my students, end of story." Boruto said, regaining his composure. "Just let it go, Kawaki. I'm not interested in messing around and certainly not with some kid who's eager for a quicky."
"Do I look like a goddamn kid to you?" Kawaki ground out before he could stop himself. The insult really hit him in the worst possible way, even from Boruto. Or no… especially from him. The professor just had no idea who he was dealing with.
"You're acting like one." Boruto stated and crossed his arms.
Kawaki closed his eyes and pulled in a breath, but he couldn't calm himself. He was too frustrated and starting to believe he may be unable to break this blonde after all. He couldn't think clearly when anger was clouding his mind, so he stood and grabbed his bag, leaving the classroom without another word. Boruto let out his own breath when the door closed and ran a hand through his hair. It wasn't pretty, but hopefully that was the end of it. Kawaki would give up and stop driving him crazy.
Because he needed it, Kawaki skipped each of his classes for that day and took the time to calm himself down. Boruto was older than him, and he was frustrated from dealing with Kawaki's antics so it made sense that he would end up insulting him. They weren't in high school though and Kawaki was twenty-one years old. He was also twice the size of Boruto and he wasn't going to stand for being called a kid. The next day, Kawaki went to school, but he skipped Boruto's class just to give himself a little more time.
After school, Kawaki went home and changed into his basketball shorts and a tank top, playing for half the time he usually played because he had to go do some shopping as much as he dreaded it. After begrudgingly telling the guys bye, Kawaki drove himself into town and went to the supermarket where he usually did most of his essential shopping.
He was hot, frustrated beyond relief and got pissed every time somebody ogled him, but he ignored them to the best of his ability as he moved through the store to get the things he needed. When he suddenly heard the sound of a familiar voice down an aisle, it was as if his annoyance washed away in an instant and his lips pulled apart in a smirk. Boruto.
"No, no way in hell." Boruto chuckled at the stuffed frog Himawari was holding.
"Come on, it's super cute!" She giggled, making the toy do a little dance.
Boruto laughed again and held up his own stuffed animal, a very charming panda. "This is cute. That is just plain tacky. I mean look at this face, it deserves the world."
"And Mr. Frogington doesn't?" The younger Uzumaki countered. "Why won't you let him join your collection? He needs love and affection!"
"If you love him so much then get him, it's apparent you're already attached." Boruto smiled. "Giving him a name and all."
This was a whole new side of his professor and Kawaki was even more entranced than he'd ever been. How this guy could keep getting cuter, he didn't know… but he did.
"Alright, I will." Himawari proclaimed, sticking up her nose smugly. "And you can get that everyday panda. Traitor. Dad would be disappointed in you."
"My panda is a beautiful soft ball of goodness. Your frog's got nothing on little oreo." Boruto insisted and his sister gasped in fake offense before they both started laughing again.
"There's only one beautiful soft ball of goodness here. And he's blonde." Kawaki said as he walked up behind them, unable to contain his amusement.
Boruto stood frozen in place, not daring to look over his shoulder and shot his sister an S.O.S. This could not be happening, not him of all people. Why did it have to be his troublesome student?
"You look . . . familiar." Himawari said and studied Kawaki's face. "I know! I've seen you around campus! Oh wait, are you in my brother's class?"
"I am." Kawaki nodded as he walked past Boruto to smile down at his sister. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "and I'm trying to make him mine."
"Hey, don't you go pulling your moves on her." Boruto quickly interjected, but frowned when his sister suddenly looked at him with sparkles in her eyes. "Uh . . . Himawari?"
"You have my support." She nodded, giving Kawaki a thumbs up. What the fuck?
"Thanks, sis." Kawaki grinned and ruffled her hair affectionately before turning to Boruto. "Now, baby… didn't I tell you I only had moves for you?" He asked as he took a step closer to him.
Boruto was not prepared for this turn of events and he held little oreo closer for support. "Don't start getting any ideas, Kawaki. What do you want?"
"Oh, you already know." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around the blonde, pulling him against his body in a strong embrace. "I've been missing you."
Kawaki was back to normal . . . and Boruto was fucked. "Knock it off." He said, nervously glancing at his sister. She would never let him live this down.
"You know I can't help it." Kawaki murmured as he rubbed his cheek against Boruto's, marveling at how soft his skin was.
"Eeeee, Boruto has a boyfriend!" Himawari squealed.
Boruto glared at her. "I do not! Kawaki, seriously. We're in the middle of a shopping center."
"So are you suggesting we get out of here?" He grinned, lips purposely brushing across the blonde's ear.
Himawari took it upon herself to make the situation worse. "Oh, I can take a hint. Don't worry, I'll pay for our stuffed animals and go hang out with my friends." She said and swiped the panda from Boruto, turning on her heel.
"Little oreo!" Boruto protested before he could think better of it, heart breaking at the sight of his own sister kidnapping his panda.
"Aw, baby. Pick another one to hold until you get him back and I'll buy it for you." Kawaki suggested though he made no move to release Boruto.
His professor blushed, embarrassed. "Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not, I mean it. I'll buy you any that you want, even more than one." Kawaki promised and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before pulling back. "Go ahead, pick any you want."
"You're such a bastard." Boruto scowled, his reputation long gone. " . . . And I want that one . . . not that it means anything." He mumbled, pointing to the tiny pink cat.
Kawaki smiled as he reached on the shelf and grabbed it, handing it right over to Boruto. "That's the only one?"
Boruto refused to look at Kawaki's face, attention on the cat. " . . . Maybe the fox too . . ."
Kawaki looked around until he spotted a red fox with large ears and he grabbed it. "This one?" He asked as he held it towards Boruto.
The blonde took it and played with its ears, wondering how he was ever going to recover. "Don't even think about telling anyone about this."
"I wouldn't dream of it. When you're this cute, it's only for my enjoyment." Kawaki said as he raised his hand to run his thumb across Boruto's cheek. "Do you want more?"
"This is enough." Boruto told him, deciding to block this from his memory later.
"Okay, baby." Kawaki wrapped his arm around him and pulled him along to where he left his cart. He didn't have everything he came for, but he had most of it—enough to get him by for now. "Did you need anything else?"
Boruto had only given in because his weakness for stuffed animals was impossible to resist. There was no way he was about to go mooching off his student. "I'm fine."
The two of them checked out and then Kawaki led Boruto to his car. The sight of him clinging to the stuffed animals warmed him all over and it was only then that he realized just how soft he was for this guy. He loaded the car and then opened the passenger side door for Boruto, gesturing for him to get in.
Boruto eyed him carefully—there had already been enough kidnappings today. "What are you planning? I'm not getting in your car."
"I'm not planning anything. Just gonna see how things go." Kawaki shrugged. "But I'll make you a promise."
Boruto was doubtful, but Kawaki did keep his word. "What promise?"
"I won't fuck you. No matter how badly I want to."
Of all things, the blonde hadn't expected that and he sure as hell wasn't going to let that promise go to waste. " . . . Alright, I'll go with you."
"Then hop in." Kawaki smiled excitedly and Boruto stared at him as he got inside the car.
Kawaki walked around and got in, starting the car right away. He buckled his seatbelt and got on the road before letting his eyes drift over to his date. How lucky was he?
"Don't freak out, but we're going to my place."
Boruto tensed, but Kawaki had given his word. He could trust that at least, right? "Are we dropping off the things you bought?"
"I thought we could have a home date, it's more private. I do have to take my shit home, but I also have to shower because I was just on the court not even an hour ago and I'm disgusting."
"Your words, not mine." Boruto grinned cheekily.
"Aw, does that mean you disagree then?" Kawaki grinned as well, forcing his eyes to remain on the road, even though it wasn't easy.
"You wish."
"Ouch." Kawaki whispered, laying a hand over his heart, but nothing could kill the excitement he felt at having Boruto by his side.
The ride to his home was only fifteen minutes and he carried his bags up the walkway, having his key at the ready to unlock the door. Once they walked inside, Kawaki carried his things to the kitchen, having to put away the milk and orange juice he bought, but left the other things on the counter since they didn't need to be refrigerated.
"Make yourself at home, I'll be quick in the shower."
"Thanks for having me." Boruto responded. Despite the situation, he did have manners and he was twenty seven for crying out loud. He wasn't that petty.
"I'm glad you're here." Kawaki told him in a soft tone and then dashed out of the kitchen.
Ten minutes was all it took for Kawaki's shower. He was in a rush to get back to his date, but it was the weekend so he didn't really see the need to rush anything. Maybe he'd get even luckier and be able to keep Boruto all night long. Though that was definitely wishful thinking.
Boruto was sitting on the couch, his two new pets resting in the armchair next to each other when Kawaki padded into the living room dressed in nothing more than a pair of black basketball shorts. Boruto did a double take, not sure if what he saw was real or he was daydreaming. Was this Kawaki's plan? To seduce him? Blue eyes trailing over that sculpted body, he could admit it was a good plan. Damn him.
"Are you a picky eater? I was planning to cook lasagna, but I can do something else if you don't like it."
"That's . . . actually my favorite." Boruto confessed, deeming the information harmless.
"Great." Kawaki beamed. "I'll get it started then, you want anything to drink?"
Boruto hummed in thought. "I'll just have whatever you're having."
"Kay baby." Kawaki cheerfully left him to go into the kitchen.
"Mr. Uzumak-nevermind." Boruto sighed, a smile appearing on his face. Why does he even bother?
It didn't take long for Kawaki to get the lasagna in the oven and once he did, he fixed Boruto and himself a mixed drink, with his personal favorite white liquor that he mixed with orange juice. He was confident Boruto would like the drink and he didn't make it too strong, not wanting his professor to think he was trying to get him drunk and take advantage of him, because he wasn't. Kawaki was a man of his word and he wouldn't be breaking his promise even if he died keeping it.
When Kawaki walked back into the living room, Boruto was flipping through the channels on the TV, having grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped himself in it. He really just kept getting cuter. Kawaki joined him on the couch, sitting right in the middle to be close to him and offered him one of the drinks.
"Hope you like it."
Boruto didn't miss his seating choice, but decided to let it slide. He took the glass from Kawaki and swirled it around before taking a sip. "Mm. It's good."
"Good." Kawaki sighed happily and leaned back to have a taste of his own. It was good and refreshing. "I'm glad you don't seem too down about our expected date." He said as he rested his arm behind Boruto on the back of the couch.
"Does that mean you're going to keep your distance in the classroom?" Boruto teased and then added, "You also skipped my class. I'm extremely offended."
"So was I, but we're not gonna discuss that." Kawaki mumbled, sulking a bit at the memory.
Boruto laughed and sipped some more from his glass. "Shame."
"Hey." Kawaki nearly pouted. "Don't be mean on our first date."
"Okay, okay. I'll play nice." Boruto relented, realizing that it did mean something to Kawaki. It was easy to see how happy his student was.
"Thank you." Kawaki smiled and let his fingers play with the ends of Boruto's hair. "You look really nice today. But… you look nice everyday really."
Kawaki was really something else, forever with the flattery, but it was getting harder for Boruto to tell if it was the playboy in him or if Kawaki actually meant it. "You said you went to the court today. Did you have fun?"
"I did. There's nothing I love more than basketball. Though I left early today to do that shopping and I'm damn glad I did." Taking a break was a blessing, as long as he had this blonde to spend time with.
"That reminds me . . . just how much did you hear back there?" Boruto asked, needing to assess the damage.
"I don't remember much aside from how fucking cute you are." Kawaki admitted before having a swallow of his drink, his fingers still playing with Boruto's hair.
The damage was indeed great. "I'm not . . . that wasn't . . . forget the whole thing."
"I won't be able to do that… but I can pretend I forgot, for you. Anything you want, baby."
Was it just Boruto, or was something different about Kawaki? He couldnt put his finger on it. Maybe he was changing tactics or changing his angle, but something was definitely different.
"You know I'm not easily swayed and yet you keep using pretty words." Boruto observed. "Why?"
"Because a pretty guy like you deserves pretty words." Kawaki answered easily. "I don't know… you got me fucked up and I can't contain myself. I don't understand it either."
Interesting. "Well, I'll drink to that."
"Cheers." Kawaki drank along with him, feeling giddy.
Boruto chose a movie for them to watch and they sat around, only speaking about the move for a while. Kawaki continued to play lazily with those soft blonde locks he liked so much and didn't stop until they'd both finished their drinks. Kawaki begrudgingly pulled his hand away and stood.
"I need to check the food. You want another drink?" He asked as he grabbed the empty glass. "I can make it with less alcohol."
"It's fine, I can take the same." Boruto told him, practically one with the couch at this point.
"You sure, baby? Have you eaten?" Kawaki asked worriedly, not wanting him to end up drunk or sick.
"I might be small, but I can hold my liquor better than a sailor." He assured Kawaki. "And I had a light lunch with my sister."
"Okay… dinner should be ready soon anyway."
Kawaki returned to the kitchen, checked the lasagna and added the breadsticks into the oven. The timer was set for twelve minutes and it took one of those to fix the drinks. He made his way back to the couch, eager for ten minutes of closeness before he had to get the food out. Boruto accepted his drink with a half smile and Kawaki sat even closer than before, his arm resting around Boruto's slim frame instead of on the back of the couch.
The last thing Boruto wanted to do was encourage Kawaki, but he was having a nice evening with him and so far he had been a gentlemen. Boruto figured he deserved some form of a reward and leaned against Kawaki's firm chest. If he got to be surrounded by muscle in the process then well, it was a win win.
Kawaki was pleased at the move, feeling certain Boruto was warming up to him at least a little bit. He was a challenge and the battle was still in the midst, but eventually Kawaki would have his way with him. He would make him his in every way possible and make his professor so crazy about him, he wouldn't be able to imagine being without him.
The timer went off far too soon for his liking and Kawaki reluctantly pulled himself away from Boruto to get up. "Do you want to eat in here and watch TV or sit at the table?"
The practical side of him knew the table would be better, but at the moment Boruto didn't give a fuck. "Here."
"Alright. Wait here." Kawaki said, leaving his half full drink on the coffee table to go into the kitchen.
Everything looked perfect and he made quick work of fixing their plates and grabbing them napkins and forks as well. He had definitely worked up an appetite and the two of them started eating right away, though Boruto wasn't wolfing his down as quickly as Kawaki was. He'd always been a quick eater and he could eat a lot, but he didn't want to get up for seconds. He set his empty plate on the coffee table and picked up his drink, downing in it a few seconds. He felt good and happy, elated and still unable to believe he really had Boruto in his house.
"Taste okay?" Kawaki asked, curious since he hadn't made a single comment.
"Better than okay." Boruto said, smiling again. "I might steal some from you for tomorrow."
"Really? Okay." Kawaki chuckled, happy that he liked it enough to want to take some home. "I'll go ahead and put some aside for you and fix myself another drink."
"Thank you." Boruto said and then added, "With this, I'll forgive you for skipping my class."
"Ah, sorry about that. Don't hold it against me." Kawaki laughed almost nervously, quickly excusing himself to get back into the kitchen.
Leaving his glass on the counter, Kawaki grabbed a tupperware bowl out of a cabinet and filled it with lasagna for Boruto. He placed it in the fridge and then fixed himself another drink, it would be his last since he'd have to drive Boruto home sometime. Kawaki was already dreading it.
It really was impossible for him to understand the way he was so intensely drawn to Boruto, but it was his reality. Kawaki has never been so caught up on anyone before—but he'd never had to chase anyone either. Boruto was different, he was by far the cutest guy Kawaki had even laid eyes on and he didn't bat a single eye at any of his advances. But no matter how hard he fought it, Kawaki was still confident that somewhere inside of that adorable blonde—he wanted him too.
In retrospect, Kawaki understood why Boruto would fight him. He was his professor, Kawaki was his student. Boruto probably thought involving himself with him was scandalous and didn't want his image ruined. Kawaki didn't want that, he didn't want to cause any problems for Boruto, but he wasn't going to be able to stop wanting him. It just wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to give up.
Kawaki made his way back into the living room and sat next to Boruto once again, his arm wrapping around him without a single thought, greedily pulling him back against his body. He really wanted to keep his professor forever, just for himself. Kawaki just didn't see anything wrong with that.
Boruto was being generous in the physical contact department, but he was enjoying it as much as Kawaki was. Being held by strong arms made him want to melt, but he couldn't get too comfortable. Things would go back to the way they should be once they were back on campus. However, a large part of him wanted to soak up as much as he could before then. He couldn't remember the last time he let go and basked in the attention of another man. Even the stuffed animals was a spoiled treatment he very rarely received.
"You did well today." Boruto praised as he rested his head back against Kawaki's shoulder. "It was a good date."
"I'm glad you agree." Kawaki hummed, finding it extremely difficult to hold himself back, even though he made that promise. Just because he said he wouldn't fuck him, didn't mean he didn't want to do other things… but he had himself on a tight leash at the moment. "I really don't want it to end." He said honestly as he stared at his drink before having a sip.
"You know what they say, all good things must come to an end." Boruto sighed and tilted his head a bit so he could look into grey orbs. "Might as well get your fill now." Kawaki should revel in it while he could.
"Fuck, you're right." Kawaki said and quickly set his glass on the coffee table to take Boruto into both arms instead. He pulled him into his lap, cradled his face with a large hand and kissed him before he could do anything to prevent it.
Boruto was left dumbstruck, but quickly realized how his words came across. It sounded like he had told Kawaki to go for it, but he had really meant savor the moment. It didn't matter much now when he was kissed so softly. His hands had come up to push Kawaki away, but ended up clutching his broad shoulders as the kiss grew deeper. Boruto barely had the time to process the change in angle of Kawaki's head before a tongue entered his mouth. Soft easily escalated to rough, the professor was swept away. He could do nothing but hold on while Kawaki claimed his lips for his own, tasting every inch he had to offer. It was way more than Boruto was prepared for and he was soon desperately gasping for air.
"W-wait," The blonde breathed, turning his head.
Kawaki ignored him, fingers digging into Boruto's hair as he forced his head back towards him and tilted it to his liking. His lips effortlessly worked Boruto's apart and he eagerly slipped his tongue into his mouth again, teasing his own with a desperate hunger that just couldn't be satisfied. Kawaki held him in place with a firm grip on his hair with one hand and let the other slide down to his throat, feeling how rapidly his pulse was beating. He tasted so good, those lips were so soft. Kawaki wanted more.
It wasn't because Boruto didn't want it that he couldn't kiss back, he was at a loss and had melted against Kawaki who had no trouble having his way with his mouth. He knew for a fact that Boruto would be soft all over and it was just too easy to envision all of him, to imagine just how good it would feel to slide his hands all over that petite body.
Kawaki was already hard and aching because of him, too easily aroused by Boruto and he didn't bother to hide it. However, when Boruto squirmed on his lap and caused his ass to grind against his erection, Kawaki broke the kiss to instead take Boruto's bottom lip between his teeth as he groaned. He had a promise to keep… but damn.
Boruto was having his own trouble reminding himself why they couldn't do this. This boy-fuck, this man was one of his students. He was . . . he was so damn hot. Why couldn't he have met him at a club instead of his classroom? Why wasn't he born six years sooner so Boruto could take the dick currently pressed against his ass and- . . . shit, he was getting carried away. He shouldn't allow his thoughts to travel down this path, it was a one way fucking street.
Boruto trailed one hand down Kawaki's hard chest and brought the other on up to press his thumb to Kawaki's lips. "Stop getting me worked up."
Kawaki grinned at that and nipped the thumb at his lips. "That should be what I'm saying."
"I can feel that for myself." Boruto muttered, taking one last look at that godly physique before he got off of Kawaki's lap. "Stealing kisses, cooking food and buying gifts. You certainly know how to treat a man." He smiled, not wanting to scold Kawaki too much tonight. He really did have a good time. "But it can't be this man."
"We'll see about that."
Kawaki would consider this a step in the right direction and as much as he wished he could keep his Professor with him, he was the one who brought up taking him home and did so without complaint. He was happy with their time together and certain Boruto was too. Maybe now he wouldn't give him so much trouble.