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TobiSaku
Teacher/Student AU
M
NSFW
Sad girl
I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Tokyo Medical University
Tsunade glared at her apprentice, "what is wrong with you today?"
The med student looked up from the fake cadaver, scalpel in hand, "sorry, Shisou — I just haven't been feeling well lately."
More like mortally embarrassed.
After admitting her biggest secret, Sakura couldn't bring herself to go to his class for a week — perfect attendance be damned. Her teacher frowned, it was Friday again — nearly a week since she told Tobirama-sensei that she loved him.
Why?!
Each night it kept her up burrowing into her blankets, wondering why she would do that? He looked so vulnerable — she knew he was worried about his job, about what he might have said or done the other night when he was drunk, but she wanted him to understand that she wouldn't do that to him.
"Sakura!" Tsunade snapped — Sakura glanced up, the hard edge in Tsunade's voice served as a reminder of how badly she was distracted, "we're done for today. I think you need to go home and rest, and you better go to class on Monday — understood?"
The threat was enough to send a chill down her spine.
xox
Tokyo Medical University
Dormitory
Karin shoved past her shoulder with a hard sneer, pushing up her glasses with her middle finger, "seriously? Could you move — I have a date tonight," the redhead announced proudly.
It wasn't in Sakura to pry into other people's lives, especially someone as rude as her roommate, but curiosity perked her attention, "really? Who's the lucky guy?"
Karin missed her sarcasm, because she sat on the opposite end of her bed brushing her long red hair, suddenly gushing, "his name is Suigetsu. He's tall and kind of an asshole, but he's cute."
For the first time since arriving at this school, Sakura felt a tinge of a bond with another student, "how did you meet him?"
Karin mulled over the question, "some mutual friends. He doesn't go to the university, but I got introduced by my best friend Juugo." A delighted smile played on her roommate's face, and Sakura briefly wondered if she looked like that when she thought of her sensei.
As the redhead left, before she exited the door — she glanced at Sakura on the bed with a tidal wave of books surrounding her and pursed her lips, guilt consuming her, "do you want to go shopping tomorrow?"
In near disbelief at the proposition, the pinkette lifted her head after a few seconds to process the invitation and smiled brightly, "yeah, that would be fun."
xox
Historia Cafe
Instead of staying in her dorm for another weekend night — Sakura decided to study at a nearby cafe, on cloud nine after Karin's invitation, she almost forgot about her confession. Maybe this would be a turning point for her in this big city with even bigger personalities than her.
She wanted to call Ino and tell her everything that happened, but on a Friday night back in their town she was probably out at a party or on one of her many dates she dedicated her weekend to, and although Sakura never cared for parties — the nostalgia for her friends hurt.
Nose deep in her anatomy textbook for Tobirama-sensei's class, she failed to notice the familiar figure walk inside the small cafe and order a coffee.
Particularly, a white-haired male with his laptop bag and a stack of exams to grade.
It wasn't until she felt a commanding presence beside her that Sakura slowly glanced up the tall male body and landed on the overtly and unfairly handsome face of her sensei.
"Ah-!"
"I see you're catching up on all the work you missed this week," he eyed her textbook, and with an obscure blush she hesitantly laughed.
"Sorry, Sen—"
"Don't apologize." He paused for a moment, only to motion to her seat, "do you mind if I sit?"
Sakura could feel the nervousness creep in, knowing that not only had she avoided his class because of her confession, but she didn't want the humiliation of him lecturing her as to why it's wrong to skip class.
The immaturity she displayed ran circles in her mind, and she didn't want to be even more mortified by her behavior.
She knew wholeheartedly that she fell in love with a married man. It would never happen, and part of her thought it would fade with time.
With a small nod of her head, she glanced around — this cafe was normally empty, save for a few people working on their laptops, completely unaware of the two people sitting in the corner.
"Do you come to this cafe often?" he asked her after the waiter showed up and set his coffee down on his side of the table with a friendly smile.
Sakura nervously sipped her tea, "sort of, I like it because it's quiet — and they have really good tea."
He bristled, and being the observant person she was — she could clearly see he was going to mention it, and to save herself from embarrassment — she cut him off, "I want to apologize, Tobirama-sensei. I shouldn't have told you my feelings the other night. I just wanted you to understand that I would never do anything to get you in trouble, but I never meant to put you into an uncomfortable position due to my—"
"Sakura."
I'm rambling, aren't I?
"Yes?" she peeped, cheeks as pink as her hair.
He laughed, soft yet deep and in a way that made her heart flutter.
"What did I say about apologizing? You shouldn't need to apologize for how you feel, and I don't want you skipping out on your classes. You're smarter than that." Somehow, he held the stern rigidness in his voice that she was accustomed to, but tinted with a tenderness that melted her.
Confusion came first, and Sakura set down her pencil, "you're not mad?"
He smirked, "no, it's endearing. But you know I'm married."
She flushed, and as a reminder his wedding band winked at her when he took another drink, "I know."
"You're also my student."
"Yes, Sensei."
He leaned forward, coffee in hand, "I shouldn't have led you on," he finally admitted.
Sakura sighed, "you didn't. I…This started a long time ago." She kept her hands folded in her lap, and subconsciously played with the hem of her skirt.
"Why?" he kept his eyes trained on her, and Sakura had never felt penetrated by a gaze before — but he smoldered her with his presence.
She couldn't grasp the correct words, "…first it started with how you taught us, and how you seemed to really care about your students. Your eyes used to light up during your lectures…And I was attracted to that, I guess. Plus…." Kami, she couldn't say it.
"Plus?"
Why is he doing this to me?
"Plus…You're handsome," she uttered the words quickly, hoping she spoke fast enough so that he didn't hear her. She swore she could feel her cheeks match the color of her hair.
Her sensei moved his leg, and briefly their knees touched — eliciting the smallest gasp from the student. He watched her evenly, gauging her reaction. She pulled her eyes away, unsure if this was a scolding or not.
He didn't move his knee, allowing them to touch — her heart was going to explode out of her chest any minute, in turn she pinched her pink lip between her teeth.
"Sakura," he breathed deeply, keeping his attention trained on her damnable habit, "what did I tell you about biting your lip the other night when I took you home?"
For a brief second she could sense it, the forecast of his need — how his voice thickened and everything about him was solely focused on her.
She clenched her thighs to socket the sinful thought and dared to keep their gazes level, "…what about it?"
"Unless you want me stop you myself, don't tempt me by biting your lip," his husky voice built a warmth between her legs, and she immediately pursed her lips — breaking the spell between them.
"Sen—"
"You can call me Tobirama outside of class."
Sakura gulped, unsure how to handle this.
"Ok, Tobirama," she tested the informality of his name on her lips gingerly. The syllables glided off of her tongue. It felt…Nice.
"Morever," he concluded, dissuading them from the deter of temptation, "I'm concerned with your grades. You failed your last exam."
The student blanched, — failed?!
"How?" she begged for an answer, "I studied that material — that's impossible."
It enamored him to know that she could break free of her shy chains when it revolved around her grades, with a slight smirk and laugh, he pulled out her exam, "I'm kidding. I thought it would be interesting to see how you'd react — turns out I was right."
He set it in front of her, and the familiar 100% written at the top allowed her to breathe again.
Except now, she glared at him, gently nicking his shin with her foot, "that wasn't funny!"
Her Sensei paused to take another sip of his coffee, beaming at her frustration, "not for you."
She wanted to burst, unappreciative to be the source of his amusement, but found the light tone in his demeanor similar to the man that first started teaching her. For once, other than the other night at her shishou's home, he seemed…Relieved.
"Good to know my anguish is funny to you," she grumbled politely, but brought her sleeve to cover her face as she stifled a small laugh, finding herself giggling of all things - body trying to reign her laughter.
Then they're both laughing, teacher and student that shouldn't find the other so humorous are beside themselves, and her leg is innocently moving against his.
Somewhere deep within her, she wanted to pull the happiness out of him.
In the time of arriving to Tokyo, his smile lightened her days.
"Sakura," he distracted her by the brush of her leg with his own.
Blinking curiously at him, she stammered for a response, "yes?"'
"You're beautiful when you smile," he complimented, earning him the small squeak and tilt of her lips that causes her face to glow.
He should leave.
She should leave.
They stay.
Sakura glanced away, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Sensei…" she murmured out of habit, "…don't say such embarrassing things."
The male paused, "why not?" he breathed lowly, wanting something — but unsure himself of what it was.
She looked at him from across the table, confused by his attention when he made it abundantly clear in the beginning that he was married. It pained her, but she was a selfish girl and enjoyed his presence, "…because it isn't fair."
The question of what hung in the air.
In response, his handsome face glinted with curiosity, "what if we made it fair?"
Wha..?
Her cheeks burn, and the innuendo is nearly lost on her, "…how?" she wonders.
The line they're dangerously close to touching is drawn, each dipping their toes in the water to test what they're comfortable with.
In the time of this conversation, both individuals leaned close to each other —attention transfixed, bodies magnetically inching to touch, "let me show you," he murmurs heavily, the scarlet color of his eyes glides over the expanse of her cheeks, noting the freckles peppered across her nose — roseatte lips parted in fascination, and the smooth dip of her neck.
He's crossed the line like a man scorned.
Still, in the time that she left his vehicle — this young woman took over his daily grievances.
And for some reason, he's becoming a feeble addict to her smile that glitters when she laughs.
Sakura is in a daze.
With their legs touching, and his eyes consuming her — this is playing like a dream.
It's too much.
She could kiss him right now.
He's tempting her, knowing how much she loves him.
As a reminder, she flicks her gaze to his wedding band — proudly displayed for the world that he belongs to his wife. It pains her, and it sickens her to know that she's that kind of girl. One that would be willing to kiss a married man, or even thinks about kissing a married man with children.
"But…" she breathes softly, unsure how to voice her concern.
Could I?
It terrifies her.
Abruptly, Sakura begins to gather her things, disgusted with herself, "I have to go, Sen…Tobirama," she gushes quickly, moving as if her hands were burning to collect her homework and stuff it into her bag.
He doesn't say anything, but sits back in his seat — digesting what just transpired.
Before he can get a word in, Sakura is almost bolting away, books hugged to her chest, but it's his hand on her wrist that stops her, "—you were right," he admits with finality, "…it hurts when you love someone that doesn't love you back."
The clear memory of his wife admitting it ruined something within him, his perspective on what love and loyalty means hazardously skewed.
The young girl looks down at the man sitting that she came to admire from afar…His eyes forlorn and trained on table in front of him, Sakura can't help but think of how sad he looks.
For a moment, she sees a broken man.
And it kills her to see him like this.
Ever the savior as she is in her dreams, she gently loosens her wrist from his grasp. Instead of letting their contact fall, Sakura glides her hand to grip his own, lacing their fingers together to give him a reassuring squeeze, causing the grown man to look up at her. Both disregarded the strangers within the cafe, torn in the fragility of what they were inching towards.
"You told me that the other night, and I can't help but think that you also make me happy, Sensei. Without knowing it-" she pauses, struggling to keep her composure, hiding herself behind her pink bangs, "you're my motivation."
The softness in her voice is miles away compared to the shrill, clipped tones of his wife — and Tobirama smooths his thumb over the back of her hand, lost in her doe-eyed innocence, "then I want you to keep smiling—"
As expected, his words light up her pretty face.
"—For me."
xox
Tokyo Medical University
Dormitory
For the first time in a long time, Sakura wakes up with a smile on her face.
Nearly jumping out of bed to get ready for her day with Karin — she falters for a second when she notices the lack of a body on the adjacent bed across the room.
'She must have spent the night with that guy or something,' she wonders vaguely — deciding not to worry for now.
After her shower, she brushes out her mid-length silvery locks, deciding to braid her hair down the length of her back. Having mulled over an outfit choice for half of yesterday, Sakura slips on a red sweater and a black skirt, the sweater hugging the light curves of her body and the skirt accentuated her long legs — complimented by black thigh highs and the ribbon in her hair that Ino gifted to her.
Happy with her appearance — Sakura grabs her phone to see if Karin called, but as expected — nothing.
So she waits.
Boredom gets the best of her and she cleans the dorm.
And the bathroom.
And it's when the sun is hanging high in the mid-day sky and she's reorganizing her book collection that Sakura decides to call her roommate.
Only to be pushed to voicemail, leaving Sakura with a small frown.
-Hey, are we still on for today?
Sakura grips her cellphone after sending the text, sighing to herself — slowly seeing the writing on the wall.
"She ditched me," she murmurs sadly to herself in the empty expanse of their dorm room.
Another hour later when she hasn't received a text back — Sakura gives up and decides to start studying.
That night, when she should be out with friends — she's already finished with her assignments for the next week, and even finished memorizing four of the chapters that her shishou assigned her for their next session.
Right as the burn of her eyes starts to numb her studying, Karin bursts through the door with a large grin on her face — eyes glossed over as her hand is laced with a random boy's with breathtaking violet eyes.
Upon seeing her, Karin stops, using the wall to steady herself, "oh, you're here," she sneers, pushing up her glasses with her free hand.
Sakura turns to face the duo, understanding now why she was ditched, "what happened to you?"
The redhead waves her off, "I lost track of time and forgot — we can go some other day."
"Is that why you ignored my phone calls too?" she snaps, the edge in her voice sparking something within her fiery roommate.
"What are you? My mom? I can choose to not answer your stupid phone calls if I want. I didn't want to hang out with you, it's that simple," Karin shoots back, tugging the silvery-haired male inside with her.
"—I'm going to need you to leave," Karin snarks once more, earning her a sharp snort from Sakura.
"Yeah, right."
"Leave!" she yells.
Sakura debates internally for a millisecond before the random male starts pulling away, "hey, we can go back to my place?" he suggests mutually, trying to deter the fight between the two girls.
"No," the redhead snaps, "she can leave! She's just mad I didn't hang out with her today."
There's a strange silence that emits from Sakura as she sinks into herself, already exhausting most of her courage to fight back. Tears threaten to surface from the exchange, "what did I ever do to you…?" Sakura pans, voice shaky — trying to channel Ino's strength.
"Ugh, are you really going to cry about this?" Karin calls out, leading the male with her to drop her hand.
"You don't have to be such a bitch, Karin," the male looks past her and glances at Sakura, a small, apologetic frown on his lips before turning his back.
"Wait! You're leaving?" she questions, hands forcefully fisted at her sides.
"Yeah, I don't want to be apart of this. I'm out," he finishes, shrugging her off as she grips his shoulder, equally annoyed with her behavior.
Once he leaves and Karin chases after him — Sakura brushes away the few stray that roll down her cheeks, but the loud screeching of her roommate startles her when she returns, "what the hell is your problem!"
The door slams, and the pinkette jumps at the sudden commotion.
"Why couldn't you just leave!" Karin nearly screams at her, "you're always so annoying!"
Sakura stands, hands weakly gripped into the material of her shirt, "why are you so mean to me?" she questions, not understanding why she was always treated so horribly by people.
"Because you're weird!" she screeches, "you're quiet and awkward and nobody likes you! I got stuck with you and your ugly country accent! The only thing you're good for is copying homework off of! Nobody wants to hang out with the scrawny small town girl, ok? I felt sorry for you yesterday, that's it!" Karin emptied the distance in their dorm and pushes her back into her seat, and Sakura nearly tumbles but catches herself on the desk.
At this, Sakura loses her voice.
"God, you're so ugly too it's no wonder you freak out whenever I bring a guy around because I know you're just jealous that no guy ever wants anything to do with you," she finishes, her chest heaving from the shoveling of truth.
Tears freely roll down flushed cheeks.
Caged in herself, the flood of memories of her childhood rush in — leaving her paralyzed to try and fight back.
Why?
Say something!
Say something!
All she can do is shake, her insecurities puublically tossed into the air, voiced by her roommate. These same thoughts that strangled the energy from her now stared at her, laughing at her because it's the truth.
Karin snorts, fixing her glasses — a goading smirk proudly displayed on her face, arms crossed defensively over her chest, "and you can't even defend yourself. You're so pathetic I almost feel bad for you."
A small, choked sob escapes the young girl before she leaves, quickly grabbing a coat and her cell phone before disappearing — the scent of alcohol permeating the air around her roommate. At the intrusion of fresh air at the back of the dormitory, Sakura brings her hand to her mouth to silence the sobs that quake her slender form.
Eyes burning, she sits herself against a wall, crouched and steadying herself to breathe, shoulders involuntarily shaking from the ordeal.
With cold fingers, she calls her best friend.
Trying to reign her crying, Ino picks up on the final ring, "Sakuraaaaa!" Ino squeals happily over the phone, "I was gonna call you earlier but oh my — I have so much to tell you, Forehead!"
A small window of relief allows the pinkette to calm down, but instead of noticing her quivering voice, Ino starts rambling, "Sai and I got together! Isn't that so crazy? I know I used to say he was weird or whatever, but he's a really good fu—"
The phone gets pulled, and in the background Sakura can hear the party — the multitude of voices, the music, and loud cheering of familiar faces that she would probably be seeing right now if she decided to stay home instead leave everyone for this stupid city.
"Sorry, Sakura — it's Sai. Ino is really drunk right now, she almost dropped her phone. I'll let her know to call you tomorrow." After another profuse apology, and before Sakura can get a word in, he hangs up.
Leaving her alone with her thoughts and tear stained face.
Ino and Sai…?
Truthfully, she saw that coming before they graduated.
Sai was a good guy, but Ino didn't want a steady boyfriend at the time.
It brings a jolt of happiness to Sakura, and she wipes away more of her budding tears, sniffling away the harsh words of her roommate.
The sharp pain stabbing through her chest is still suffocating.
Quickly, she dials Naruto's number.
All she needs is to hear his familiar raspy voice.
Closing her eyes, she prays that he answers — he would know what to say, he always cheered her up, even noticing the step in her gait if she was upset over something.
Except it goes to voicemail.
She lets the phone drop to her lap, giving up.
A few dreadful minutes alter, it lights up with a text message notification.
-Sorry i didn't answer sakura-chan. I'm watching a movie with Hinata.
It stuns her into complacency to gaze her eyes over the message.
Another minute later -
-Is everything ok?
Once the shock is registered, a rueful smile graces her lips, happy for both of her friends finding someone they could be with.
Hinata loved Naruto since they were kids, so it only makes sense.
Still — on the day she was packing her bags to leave for Tokyo, she couldn't help but remember the way that Naruto begged her to stay, tears in both of their eyes as they said goodbye to each other, the promise of a future on their lips.
Neither of them acted on it.
They chose to keep their friendship.
Why does this hurt so much?
-I'm ok, just wanted to say hi — call me when you can.
As expected, she doesn't receive a text back.
In the dropping temperatures of the night, it's close to midnight when Sakura works up the energy to go back to her dorm, resigned to staying quiet and hoping they just avoid each other. In the silence of their dorm, Karin is gone — probably to stay the night with that boy she brought earlier.
Crawling her tired limbs into bed, she doesn't cry — but replays the harsh words in a vicious cycle that Karin thwarted over her, and the countless times her personality was castrated at the hands of the kids she grew up with.
Sleep scarcely comes.
xox
Tokyo Medical University
I want you to keep smiling — for me.
The cafe seems like a distant place compared to the last couple of days she had. Not wanting to bother her friends back at home, Sakura kept to herself — hoping either Ino or Naruto would take the initiative to call her, but was left sorely disappointed.
Either way, she gears herself for class — excited for the opportunity to see her sensei again.
Her heart drums blood to her normally cool limbs, fluttering excitement in her energetic journey to class.
At least she had one thing to look forward to.
Entering the quiet classroom and taking her usual seat in the back, there are a couple of whispers from the neighboring students. Sakura glances at them hesitantly, wondering why they were suddenly giggling and looking away from her. They whisper behind her back, continuting their laughing - and she can't do anything but try and ignore them, shading herself from them with her hair.
Karin must have said something, she groans internally — wondering what lies were perpetuating themselves around her now.
Slightly sinking into her seat, it's rare to not see Tobirama's familiar mop of white hair with him sitting at his desk, reading either the paper or a book waiting for their class to gather. In fact, it's even more odd that the auditorium is filling up and he's still not here.
Sakura thrums her fingers impatiently against the desk, glancing at the clock every few minutes — until it's ten past and some students already decided to take this opportunity to leave.
Another five minutes and he bursts through the door at the front of the class, tie in disarray and large, dark bags from lack of sleep accentuating his handsome face. She sits up in her seat to get a better look at him, but he glosses over his student's faces and apologizes.
"Sorry for being late, today I want everyone to get into groups after the lecture to study for the exam later this week, got it?" his sturdy voice is raspy, as if he were recovering from a cold. Quietly, Sakura wonders what could have possibly happened to make him look like this.
Selfishly, she hopes that he looks in her direction — but the lecture follows without so much as a spare glance towards her.
As always, the invisibility of her presence is pushed back onto her.
I wonder if he's ok...
Throughout the lecture, Sakura notices the small cues in his demeanor.
The slow way he explains the material.
The sharp annoyance with the people trying to text on their phone.
"Why don't you get out of my classroom if you're going to be on the phone," he quips darkly at one of the boys in the front. The boy rolls his eyes and rudely grabs his stuff, parading out of the classroom and sneering at their moody sensei.
It entices a wave of murmurs.
Tobirama rubs his temple, deciding to gather himself before continuing, "break off into groups, that's enough for today."
And then he's leaving through the front of the classroom to go to his office, shoulders tense as his phone begins to ring.
A frown mars her lips, wanting to help him.
Avoiding the groups that have already sectioned her off to be alone, each group engrossed in their conversations — void of actually talking about the material, Sakura escapes the suffocating room through the back, rounding her steps through the halls to reach the back room that leads to his office.
"What the fuck is your problem?" she hears him hiss into his phone once she reaches the large door.
Quietly, the petite woman presses herself against the door.
"You can't just do that! I have work!"
Should I knock?
She waits, the sound of him pacing back and forth in the room scares her.
This is a bad idea.
"What do you want from me, Mei? I'm trying to make this fucking work!" his voice is raising, loud and booming — concealed by the loud chatter of his classroom two rooms over. Sakura debates internally, not wanting to step in on such a private conversation.
"Leave Toneri out of this! And you better not take him with you again or I swear to god I'll call the cops!"
Steeling herself, it's in this moment that Sakura gently opens the door and lets herself in, peaking her head into the room.
He doesn't notice at first, but the brash yelling through his cellphone chills the room as she steps in, gaze tracing over his angry form.
It's the slow click of the door closing that shakes him out of his conversation. Flippantly turning in her direction, about to berate whoever stepped into the room — but stops short when he notices his concerned student staring at him, brows etched in worry.
Sakura pulls at the pleats of her skirt, immediately regretting her decision to intrude on him.
"Listen, I have to—" he tries to break away from argument, but a final yell from his wife into the phone forces him to wrench it away from his ear.
"-Mei?"
The dial tone is the last malleable piece of her sensei.
He chucks the phone at the wall, the ferocity of his anger sourced in his throw.
"Shit," he growls.
The phone falls to the floor, screen shattered and in several pieces.
A small dent is left in the wall, and Sakura stays rooted to her spot.
Tears lift to her eyes.
Empathy shared for a man she doesn't truly know.
He runs a tense hand through his unruly hair, the stability of his mind is quickly shattering — broken like his marriage, and it's almost funny how far he's allowed this to run away from him.
Sakura traces blurry eyes over his face, the same face that lit up during their lectures — the same face that wanted clarity, the same face that smiled so easily at her. Yet here in his office, she sees a tired, weary man on the verge of losing the essence of who he was.
She can't stand it.
Clearing the gap between them, the young girl runs toward the man she's inevitably fallen so deeply for and wraps her arms around him, stuffing her face into his shirt, "please stop," she whimpers.
Slim fingers feebly grip onto the material of his shirt. It's a sad attempt to calm him down. She knows this.
Her proximity stuns Tobirama, because he doesn't move at first. It takes him time to adjust to the young woman clinging to him, and somewhere in him there's the voice of rationality telling him to stop her, but she's so soft and the scent of her subtle lavender shampoo is enough to secure him.
Quietly, long seconds roll by like thunderous clouds — shaking the foundation of their budding relationship.
Eventually, he stops the fight.
His shoulders ease in their tensity and he grips her and wraps his arms around her, inviting her shoulder to help carry his burden. Large, safe arms circle their way around her petite body, his hand losing itself in the thickness of her hair — and soon he's drawing her incredibly close.
There, in the silence of his office — they share their first embrace.
She inhales his intoxicating scent, cinnamon and earth.
It's so comforting and real.
A strong hand draws her head back, allowing them to look through the window pane of their existence.
Unbid tears still well in her eyes, and a sad frown tugs at his lips, guilt eating at him for being the cause of her tears.
"Why are you crying for me?" he asks in a grounded whisper.
Sakura closes her eyes, and the tears skim across her cheeks, "…because I love you."
It's the simplicity of her statement, and the sweet conviction of her words that causes him to kiss her.
A soft yet entirely haunting kiss that burns slowly in the pits of their souls.
Tobirama pulls her closer, their bodies flush together.
Their lips are igniting a flame.
Tender at first, it begins to consume them.
It causes goosebumps to graze her skin, and she nips at his lower lip, clenching his shirt in her hands. A low, husky hum vibrates from his chest and soon it's not enough. No, no — they need more.
He pushes his tongue into her mouth, exploring her cavern and Sakura loses herself in this moment, her body electric with his touch. She mewls gently into his mouth, and he's suffocating her but she's scraping her tongue against his, pulling away to bite his lower lip, earning her a smoldering gaze. More, more. The severity of his fight has him breaking, cracks in his frayed logic are only perpetuated as his young student curves her body to his, tempting him further.
It's still not enough.
Habitually, she bites her lip.
She tugs on her pouty lower lip and cerise eyes are transfixed.
Soon enough he's descended on his student again, addicted to her responsive body and the slight arch in her back, his hands move - capturing either side of her sweet face and he starts walking them back to his desk.
There's a classroom full of students that could curiously come to his office, but those thoughts are adrift as Sakura sits herself on his desk, moaning into his mouth.
Inhibitions forgone, the weight of their actions is nothing compared to the heat between them.
The stir of his cock pools in his loins.
Sakura wraps her arms delicately around his neck, lips bruised from their searing kiss, legs parted to reveal her white panties beneath her black skirt — stockings hugging her toned, creamy thighs.
Exposed for him, the dampness collecting on her underwear and heady whimpers as he kisses her is enough to make him spiral.
He could fuck her right now.
The thought of pulling her panties to the side and taking everything from her to satisfy them is enough to test his willpower. But he can't do that to her. He could, and it would temporarily satisfy the pain of what they wanted to cover, but he couldn't use her like that. Tobirama didn't want to see the glistening sparkle of her eye ruined because of his selfish actions.
So he pulls away.
Cold air touches her skin when he pulls away, panting and running his hand over his mouth — disbelief perpetuating his normally rigid face. Sakura reaches forward, gripping the sleeve of his shirt "I—"
Sakura can't find the words to explain what just happened.
They don't speak, and he sees the fear of rejection clear in her expression.
Terrified he might run from her, shaming them both for their actions.
To ease them both, and avoid looking at the inviting young woman in front of him, he closes the distance once more to place a kiss atop of her delicate pink head, lulling her into another close embrace.
It's the rising commotion in the neighboring classroom that douses them with reality.
Neither want to leave, isolated in a room where two adults understand one another.
Except, they don't.
They would never understand eachother, and Tobirama knows this. She's nineteen, his student, and the ramnfiications for his family if they were to get caught would get him fired. Still, he can't bring himself to pull away from her.
He doesn't want to pull away from her.
"Sensei, you're thinking too much, I can almost hear you, " she says softly, studying his face flickering with varied emotions. How is she so in tune with his thoughts? How can she be so calm in the face of what they just did?
He can't say anything, but looks down at his pretty student who holds a world of admiration in her eyes.
It's her smile that calms him.
She leans forward to kiss him again, soft and light and lingering. Like embers in a waning fire pit, entrancing those that take the time to watch the gleaming ash.
Tobirama can't help but notice how she tastes of honey, her lips hauntingly addictive.
A loud knock startles the duo, reverberating off of his office walls. Sakura squeaks in surprise, breaking off their kiss. Quickly closing her legs and fixing her hair, nearly jumping off the desk as her sensei fumbles to fix his shirt
They're both flush and she nearly runs to grab her forgotten school bag, body quivering from the intensity of their first kiss.
"Come in," his voice booms from behind the desk, having resigned himself to sitting and looking over papers, leaving Sakura gasping for breath.
In a sweeping motion, perhaps the most beautiful woman Sakura ever laid eyes on entered his office. Devastatingly bright cobalt-green eyes stare intently at Tobirama situated at his desk, her hair is long — tumbling in stylized waves over a large bust and thin waist, cinched together by her dress.
It's in her fascination of admiring this woman that she turns to Sakura, a faux, sickeningly sweet smile on her face, "oh — you must be a student of my husband's," she recognizes.
"I'm Mei Terumi."
Even her voice sounds gorgeous.
His scent still on her, and the young medical student freezes - stuck in disbelief that she's meeting his wife.
Author's Note:
As I mentioned before, this will be a fast paced story.
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