It has been like this from the beginning. So fuckin' cliché.
The first time they meet, Ace is late for class and crashes into his new teacher knocking both of them to the floor. Naturally the freckled boy lands on top nose to nose with Marco a blush of embarrassment staining his cheeks.
Very cliché, isn't it?
But it just has to get worse, because he has to become infuriated with the blonde-haired male. It even goes so far that he gets so distracted in Marco's lessons that his grades drop into unknown depths. The end of the story is: Ace needs tutoring (not that he was ever good at physics, but as long as the blonde is teaching this class paying attention is impossible). And who consents to help the boy?
Marco.
Nobody objects the idea of a teacher tutoring a student, though it is uncommon.
They also have to end up alone in a deserted school in the evening and Marco has to drive Ace home (He is after all his teacher and it is his duty to care for his students).
Both know that something changes that day, when Marco grabs the boy's arm for reason he can't name and pulls him back so that Ace is laying halfway in his lap.
It's a tense moment, before Ace flees out if the car and Marco's reach, still something clicks inside their heads (or maybe just in Marco's, because Ace has been aware of his own crush for far too long).
What follows is a time of denial- mostly on the teacher's side, because they are merely that. Teacher and student. What the feel is wrong.
Even though they do not stop the tutoring lessons telling themselves that their feelings would be discovered, if they did.
It doesn't really come as a surprise, when Ace steps after several weeks and simply kisses Marco. Neither does the desperateness of the kiss nor the boy's attempt to flee. The blonde, though, is faster and within seconds Ace's finds himself pressed against the wall a hot mouth on his.
Their second kiss, too, is desperate but also passionate and full of need.
Their denial has driven both men to their breaking point. For a second time freezes, as they stare at each other with desire-hooded eyes. Everything that follows goes by in a rush (neither will be able to tell you afterwards how they ended up in Marco's flat, in Marco's bed…), nevertheless it feels right.
It takes some time to come out to their friends, but when they do, the only thing they have to face is genuine happiness. Luffy plainly hugs both thanking Marco for making his beloved 'Oni-sans' so happy, Thatch all the while keeps teasing his blonde friend about this 'cliché romance' and everybody else is as accepting of them as human possible,
In the end it really is a modern fairytale and cliché and sappy and what else you can think of…
They don't care.
They're in love and that is all that matters.
Hey… I didn't write anything for this collection for a very long time…
Anyway here is the new chapter and I hope, you'll like it ;)
If anybody has any explicit wishes, he may name them! I am happy to get ideas for future drabbles or One-shots! :D