"Eijun-kun, calm down. It's not that bad." Haruichi takes a peek at Sawamura's Potions test. "Oh, wow." He slaps a hand to his mouth, accidentally saying that out loud.
"I heard that!" Sawamura can't blame him though. Looking at his own grade made him so nauseous he had to put his head down on the desk, his skin starting to feel cold and clammy.
"It'll be fine, Eijun-kun, don't worry about it." Haruichi persists in his consoling. "It's one only bad test, right?"
"..."
"You haven't gotten grades like this before, have you?!"
"I can't help it! I've never been any good at Potions." He isn't really good in any of his classes, minus Care of Magical Creatures (animals liked him he didn't know why).
"You know what will happen if you keep failing." The words are like a knife in Sawamura's heart.
Because he knows exactly what will happen if he keeps on tanking, as his professor so maliciously reminded him. If his grades dropped to a certain level, he'd be put on academic probation. Academic probation meant no extracurricular activities. No extracurricular activites meant…
"No Quidditch!" he wails. He puts his head back down in distress.
Furuya, however, perks up a bit. "Maybe you shouldn't worry about your grades so much."
The color comes back to Sawamura's face. "Like I'd let you get any more playing time than you already have!" He clenches his fist. "I'm not getting kicked off the Quidditch team. No way in hell!"
"Keep your voice down, Sawamura. The whole school can hear you." A voice says from the doorway.
They all turn around and see Miyuki walking in with a grin on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Sawamura asks in a rude tone. If Miyuki was going to be an asshole, he wasn't in the mood.
"Aw, what with that mean look?" Miyuki says, pretending to be hurt. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"No, seriously, what are you doing here?" Again, Sawamura really wasn't in the mood.
Miyuki, confused by Sawamura's lack of reaction, shoves his hands into his pockets. "You were the one who said I 'wouldn't have a sense of romance even if I was hit with a love potion'." He looks away. "So I came to walk with you to lunch."
Sawamura looks up at him, surprised. "Really?"
"Really."
That softens Sawamura up a bit. He wasn't lying when he said that, Miyuki isn't the most romantic person he's ever met. He knows that this whole relationship thing is new for the both of them so he cuts Miyuki some slack, but sometimes he can be downright insensitive. The fact that Miyuki would go out of his way to walk him to lunch, even though his class is on the other side of the castle...it's really sweet.
Yeah, he knows he has low standards.
Regardless, it makes Sawamura lighten up a little bit. He shyly smiles at Miyuki, and Miyuki smiles back.
"Can we go to lunch now?" Furuya loudly turns and asks Haruichi.
"Furuya-kun." Haruichi chastises softly. But he also understands what Furuya's getting at. Ever since Miyuki and Sawamura started dating their tension only got worse, not better.
"Eijun-kun, we're gonna head to lunch. Are you gonna be okay?"
Sawamura nodded. "I'll be fine, you guys go ahead."
"Are you dying or something?" Miyuki said after they left.
"Pretty much." Sawamura grumbles. "I failed another Potions test. If I fail another one, they'll kick me off the team!"
"Calm down, Sawamura. I'm sure it's not that bad." Miyuki grabs his test and looks at it. "Jeez, how are you not already on academic probation if you're getting these kind of grades?"
Sawamura snatches the test back. "I think I'll walk to lunch myself!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Miyuki chuckles. "If you're bombing Potions, why didn't you tell me?"
"You?"
"I can help you. Unlike you, I get top marks in all my classes."
Thinking about it, it doesn't sound like a bad idea. "You'd tutor me?"
Miyuki shrugs. "Sure, I don't mind."
"Okay." Sawamura nods his head, warming up to the idea. "Okay, yeah. Let's do it!"
"Alright. Now can we please go to lunch? I'm starving." He starts walking to the door, but not before Sawamura grabs his hand.
"Yeah, me too. I hope Furuya didn't eat everything already." Sawamura tugs him down the hallway.
Miyuki stares at their hands and smiles.
"Alright, I'm ready to learn!" Sawamura bursts into the empty classroom, hands filled with textbooks from the library.
Miyuki laughs. "At least you're eager." He's seated at the back of the classroom, also with textbooks stacked on the desks.
Sawamura starts to walk towards him, but stops when Miyuki puts a hand up.
"I forgot to mention, I have one condition." He could recognize that evil glint in Miyuki's eyes anywhere and instantly gulps.
"What is it?" he asks cautiously.
"You have to call me 'Sensei'."
Sawamura's reaction was instantaneous. "What?! No way, you perv!" He stomped over and plopped himself down in the seat next to Miyuki. "As if I'd ever say that!"
"What an overreaction. All you need to do is smile and say, 'Help me with this problem, Sensei!'"
Sawamura shudders. "Disgusting."
Miyuki rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. Let's get started."
For the first hour, they cover a lot of ground. Knowing Miyuki, he didn't actually expect him to take this seriously. But no, Miyuki is a firm yet gentle teacher. He answers all of Sawamura's questions and gives some practice quizzes to see what he needs help on.
"All the Prefects get roped into doing community service, so I ended up tutoring people for free."
"Huh, I didn't know that." Sawamura said, trying to figure out one of the tougher problems.
"Yeah, I try to do it as little as possible. I'd do it more if I could get paid, but that 'not in the spirit of service' or whatever."
"Surprise, Miyuki is more selfish than I thought."
"Instead of wasting your energy on sarcasm, why don't you finish up? I am timing you, you know."
"Huh?"
It's strictly educational and Sawamura can feel himself understanding Potions a little bit more.
Then the second hour happens.
It's really out of nowhere. He's finishing some of the makeup work his Potions professor told him to do, when he gets stuck on one of the problems. It's one Miyuki already explained to him how to do twice, and he didn't want to ask him again. So he tries to figure it out for himself, but his mind starts to wander. His eyes travel away from his paper, and eventually they land on Miyuki.
He peers at Miyuki's profile. Miyuki's doing his own homework, mouth almost pouting as he works. Sawamura traces the line of his jaw, down to his neck and back up to his face. He doesn't realize he's staring until Miyuki notices it and speaks up.
"Sawamura? Is something wrong?"
He can feel his face warm up and prays that it isn't too obvious. "It's nothing. I spaced out for a second, that's all." He quickly turns back to homework and tries to focus, despite being able to feel Miyuki's gaze.
What's up with him? Miyuki thinks. He wonders if maybe that was Sawamura way of asking for help. But if he wanted help, why didn't he just ask? He's about to ask him this, when he notices how pink Sawamura looks. Even the tips of his ears are red. Is he embarrassed about something? Then he puts it together—the staring, the blushing, the way he's squirming the longer Miyuki looks at him—and he chokes back a laugh. Seems like Sawamura needs assistance with something other than schoolwork.
"Do you need help with that problem, Sawamura?" Miyuki offered. He lets his voice drop to a low timbre.
Sawamura jumps, not expecting Miyuki to sound so, well, sexy. "N—Nope, everything's fine."
"Don't be shy. I'm here to tutor you, remember?" Miyuki looks at his paper. "I told you if you use salamander blood you're going to have to reduce the number of mushrooms you use…"
He can hear Miyuki talking to him, but for some reason he can't pay attention to the words. All he can focus on is the slow rhythm of Miyuki's voice, the way their arms press against each other when Miyuki points something out on his paper, and how close they are, to the point where he can feel Miyuki's breath brush across his face. Sawamura turns to tell him something, maybe to back up, but then he notices how their faces are just inches apart. He glances at Miyuki's lips. He's only able to catch a quick, imperceptible smirk before Miyuki closes the distance—
Or at least tries to. Before he can, Sawamura has a textbook pressed against Miyuki's face.
"Uh, Sawamura?"
Sawamura's head is turned away and he's blushing adorably and Miyuki really, really wants to kiss him. "Mind moving this book so I can kiss you?"
"We shouldn't," Sawamura's still not looking at him. "It's really important I pass this class. I can't get distracted now."
"We've been working hard for an hour. We can take a little break." He moves around the book to reach Sawamura, but to no avail.
"I know you. Hell, I know myself. If we start making out, I'm not gonna want to do anything else!"
Sawamura realizes he's made a mistake when Miyuki's eyes flash. "Wait, no, that's not what I meant!"
"I saw the way you were looking at me," Miyuki says heatedly. "And this is the first time we've been completely alone in a while. Why don't we take advantage of it?"
He can feel his resolve slipping. "Miyuki, we shouldn't." he says weakly.
Miyuki, the unfair bastard that he is, leaned in again. "You don't want to?"
He thinks about it. The way he sees it he as two options: he can save his grade, his Quidditch career, his entire livelihood, or he can let go for one second.
The textbook slips out of his fingers as he grabs the front of Miyuki's shirt to haul him in. Miyuki freezes for a second, before cupping the back of Sawamura's neck and bringing him closer. He nibbles Sawamura's bottom lip to get him to open his mouth, immediately sliding his tongue in once Sawamura does.
At this point, Sawamura has lost the ability to think. Miyuki's got him cornered between the wall and his body, his hands are knotted in Miyuki's hair, and the only thought crosses Sawamura's mind is, This feels really good. He can't stop now even if he wanted to. And he really doesn't want to. Miyuki is right, they haven't been truly alone in a while. Dating in Hogwarts isn't easy in the slightest. Between classes and Quidditch and the always watching eyes of his classmates , even Hogsmeade dates weren't good enough anymore. Can't he enjoy this space of privacy, just for a little bit?
Miyuki makes that decision for him. He pulls back, only slightly, to catch his breath. Then he slips off Sawamura's red and gold tie and unbuttons his shirt a little. Without hesitating, he starts kissing up Sawamura's neck.
"Miyuki," he groans. The groan turns into a moan once Miyuki starts nipping under his jaw. He focuses on a patch of skin and sucks hard.
Whenever they do stuff like this, Sawamura is easily reminded about how much more experience Miyuki has over him. He's had boyfriends and girlfriends and has probably done tons of stuff like this. Meanwhile, Miyuki was his first kiss, his first make out session, his first everything. (Well, not everything). It made Sawamura feel a little insecure sometimes. So he decides to do something daring too.
Daring for him, at least. He steels himself and slips shaking hands underneath Miyuki's shirt. He feels up Miyuki's stomach. Wow, he's more built than I thought, Sawamura thinks as he brushes Miyuki's abs. Sawamura moves to his back, feeling every dip and curve. When Miyuki bites down again, Sawamura digs his nails into his skin.
"Yeah," Miyuki grunts. Sawamura doesn't know what makes him do it, but he turns his head to look at Miyuki.
He's breathing heavy and his eyes are glazed over, but the lust and arousal he sees reflected in Miyuki's gaze is what really makes him shiver. Embarrassingly enough, he feels himself start to harden.
He knows Miyuki can tell, too. He pulls away suddenly and grips his shoulders tightly, and Sawamura feels like he's going to die of shame.
Then Miyuki says, "Sawamura, can I—"
He never gets to hear the end of that sentence because Miyuki's interrupted by a loud shierk.
They both spring away from each other like they've been electrocuted.
There's a teacher staring at them with a mix of disbelief and anger. "What are the two of you doing?"
They are so, so screwed.
"I can't believe I got double the detention, just because 'I'm a Prefect and should know better'!" Miyuki complains as they're walking back to the dorms. "I should protest to the Headmaster."
Sawamura is still numb. He keeps repeating, "She saw my…"
Miyuki rolls his eyes. "I don't think she saw your boner, Sawamura."
He stops dead in his tracks. "I didn't have a—I wasn't—" He looks at the ground. "Shut up."
Miyuki smiles, completely free of guilt. "She definitely saw your hickeys."
"Shut up!" He buries his face in his hands. "I'm so embarrassed I could die! Aren't you?"
"No. Why should I be? What's wrong with me kissing my boyfriend?" He wraps an arm around Sawamura's waist and moves him closer. "Especially when he looks so hot when I do it."
Sawamura flushes. "Don't think you can sweet-talk your way out of this one!" But secretly, it makes him feel better.
"Next week, we should meet somewhere else. I'll use a locking spell, so we'll be okay."
"Next week?" Sawamura repeats back, confused.
"Yeah, next week. We never finished your tutoring session." Miyuki squeezes his hip as he says that.
That almost makes him melt. Almost. Then he tries to think back on everything he learned about Potions today and the only thing he can remember is Miyuki's damp breath on his neck.
He pushes off Miyuki's arm. "I'm never letting you tutor me again!"
"Sawamura, you can't be serious."
Sawamura starts to storm off, but before he does he says, "We can still meet up somewhere alone, if you want."
Miyuki takes a second to process Sawamura's words, then laughs loudly. "You're such a romantic."