Author's Note: Hello! And welcome to my first fic in the Nagatoro fandom!

If you don't know me, I'm Doc Brown. I've been writing fanfic off and on for nearly 20 years, mostly for Ranma and My Hero Academia. I usually write in or post cannon, and my stories are largely explicit.

If you know who I am, thanks for coming with me while I try another fandom! I've been itching to spread out a bit, and have ideas for other anime dying to come out. I hope you enjoy this one!

"So what do you think, Senpai?" Nagatoro asked her boyfriend. "My tan lines are disappearing, huh?"

Hachiouji blushed deep red. On the screen of his tablet, Nagatoro had removed her T-shirt, and sat there grinning at him in nothing but a sports bra. As she'd pointed out, the skin on her arms was getting paler now that they were deeper into October and swim team practices had gone indoors. "Y-yeah," he managed after a moment. His hand went up to his face to adjust the glasses he no longer wore. "I always liked your tan, though."

Now it was Nagatoro's turn to blush, though her grin widened. "Is that so?" She drawled. "Then I guess I'll go to the tanning booths with Sakura-chan after all. Do you like the one piece lines? Or would you prefer a bikini?"

Hachiouji swallowed hard. "O-o-one piece. It's kind of your signature."

Nagatoro cackled at him. "I can't believe you're still blushing so hard! You're not even a virgin any more!"

Memories of the two of them together, their limbs tangled as they made love the night before he left for school all those months ago flitted through his vision. He crossed his legs, uncomfortably trying to cover his growing erection. A trickle of blood escaped his nose. "Y-yeah, well… It has been a long time since then…"

Nagatoro sobered slightly, though her teasing smile remained. She nodded. "It's been hard for me too," she admitted.

They'd worked hard to make this long distance relationship work while he was away at university. They talked every day; texting, calling, and video chat. The video calls were her favorite because it allowed her to flirt more openly with him, to show off for him, and to watch him squirm.

But it just wasn't the same as being able to do it in person. Both of them were too busy to make the long trip by train to visit the other, even for a weekend. Nagatoro was concentrating on her Judo again, trying for a scholarship to a university in the same city as him. She was even starting to talk about following in her rival's footsteps and trying out for the Olympics.

Hachiouji had a heavy workload for a first year student. His school was a lot more competitive than he'd expected, though he was maintaining a high ranking in his class. He wasn't first, but he was proud that his hard work kept him in the top ten percent.

Even if they had made time for a trip, it wasn't as if one of them had somewhere private they could go to together. He had three roommates all sleeping in the same dorm room, and she lived at home with the rest of her family. The night alone they'd had together before he left was only made possible by her siblings taking their parents out for dinner, winking slyly to their blushing sister as they went out the door. There was no guarantee they'd get the same opportunity.

Nagatoro's expression changed back to happy. "But you're coming home for Christmas and New Year's, right? That's only two months away!"

"Yeah! It'll be great to see everyone again."

Nagatoro's smile turned wicked. "Everyone?"

Hachiouji rolled his eyes. "You most of all, of course."

She chuckled. "And don't you forget it." She leaned in closer to the camera, lowering her voice a little. "Hey, you wanna sneak a peek at the Christmas present I got you?"

Hachiouji frowned. Normally he'd object to being spoiled two months early, but he was curious where she was going with this. "Um… sure," he said, lowering his own voice.

Nagatoro quickly looked over her shoulder at the door to her room, before she turned back to the camera, and lifted her sports bra up to her chin.

If the reminder of their last night together made his nose start to bleed, her showing herself to him opened the floodgates. He could hear her cackling through the tablet as he dove for some tissues to stem the flow. "Every time!" she laughed.

Hachiouji seethed slightly. He was about to tell her off for teasing him again, when he noticed something glimmering on the screen. "Wait… did you..?"

Nagatoro squeezed her modest sized breasts together with her arms, emphasizing them on camera. Her nipples each had a silver bar through them, capped with smooth balls. "Do you like them? I got them done a couple of weeks ago! They're still a little tender, but Yoshi said that they should be all healed and ready for you to play with them over Christmas break."

Hachiouji had to dive for the tissues again, drawing more giggles from his girlfriend.

He grumbled to himself, swearing revenge. He was about to whip out his dick on camera to try to get a rise out of her, when the door to his dorm room opened, and one of his roommates walked in. Nagatoro heard the door open and quickly covered herself, a blush dusting her cheeks.

Hachiouji sighed. "Hey, I think I'd better go," he said softly. "I should work on my portrait for class. I'll call you tomorrow?

Nagatoro leaned forward, her eyes a little misty. "Same time as tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm free."

She blew him a kiss. "Then good night, Senpai. I love you."

Hachiouji smiled at her. "Good night, Hayase," he replied. "Love you too." The connection cut, and he turned off his device, tossing it onto the table next to his bed with a sigh. Gods, he missed her. He'd had no idea just how hard this was going to be. She'd been practically glued to his side for two years in high school, and her presence was very much missed. Hell, he even missed the way she'd whack on him with her arms whenever she thought he was being perverted...

He looked down at himself, a massive tent in his pants. Well, she wouldn't be wrong about that now. He'd have to go take care of it, or he'd be uncomfortable all night.

He stood up from his bunk, went to the closet and grabbed his robe. "I'm going to go grab a shower," he called aloud to his roommate. With four guys living together in one dorm, the shower was the only place he could get enough privacy to jerk off.

"You sure do bathe often," his roommate replied. "You sweat a lot or something?"

Hachiouji let out a strangled noise in embarrassment. "S-something like that," he stuttered, before rushing out of the dorm room, and down the hall to the communal showers.

Hachiouji yawned as he worked on his project for his still life class in his dorm room. If he was going to get this done on time, he was going to have to stay up late again today. Nagatoro had been getting bolder with her teasing ever since their video call a week ago, sending him naughty pictures practically every day by email; one was of her holding up her school uniform skirt, showing she was wearing sexy panties underneath. Another was of her flexing her arms and back muscles in the mirror, with no top on to interfere with the view. A third was her in the bath, her new ornaments hidden just below the water line and a lewd smile on her face…

She knew what these were doing to him. She had to know, or else she wouldn't be sending them! Every night he had to go have another "shower" after she sent him another email. Every night when they did a video call, she started with a cat-like grin on her face, and asked if he liked the pictures she sent. Every night, he had a hard time concentrating on his art because he had images of his half naked girlfriend flitting through his head.

He tried to ask her to stop sending them, but she just pouted. "Don't you like having sexy pictures of your girlfriend on your phone, Senpai?"

He liked it too much! That was the problem…

The door opened and two of his roommates walked in, already deep in conversation. They paused briefly to nod at him, then continued on as if he weren't there. "Gods, Hibiki-sensei's class is impossible!" one of them complained. Hachiouji's ears perked up; he was in the same class. "I totally bombed the midterm."

"That's because you spend too much time on your computer gaming and looking at porn, and not enough time working on your projects like Naoto-kun, here," teased the other.

The first rolled his eyes, then sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right," he admitted. "I'm still not used to doing my homework without my parents yelling at me about it."

"You know what you should do?" Here he switched to English: "No Nut November."

"Dude, I got into art so I wouldn't have to learn English…."

"It's an Internet thing," he said, chuckling. "It means for the month of November, you don't look at porn, you don't jerk off, and you don't have sex. It's supposed to help clear your mind or something. Quit your vices cold turkey."

"Well, the 'no sex' part is easy enough," he muttered. Hachiouji was the only one of his roommates who had a girlfriend. "But seriously, no jerking off? For a month? I don't think I've gone a day without jerking at least once since I figured out how to do it!"

"Gross dude! I didn't need to know that!"

Neither did Hachiouji. His bunk was underneath the serial jerker…

"Anyway, you need to do it," he continued. "I heard from one of the older students that Hibiki-sensei's winter project is worth, like, half of our grade, so you'd better turn in a good one."

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I'll find some kind of blocking software for my phone."

Hachiouji put his pencil down, sitting back on his stool. His own grade wasn't where he wanted it to be in Hibiki-sensei's class, though he wasn't in trouble of failing like his roommate. Maybe he should try this "No Nut November" thing.

But what to tell Nagatoro..?

Wait a minute. Nagatoro sent her pictures by email rather than text, because while she enjoyed teasing him, she didn't want him to open a message from her in front of anyone else by accident. They'd learned that the hard way when he was out drinking with friends one night, and had been just drunk enough to click on a text message notification from her without thinking about it.

If he just didn't look at her emails that had pictures in them, she'd never know! When she asked about them, he could just stutter and mumble and she'd think he was just too embarrassed. She'd probably still tease him on video calls, but he could deal with that. With a little will power, he could make this work!

He checked his calendar on the wall. Two days until November. He could start now, get ahead on the final project, and be able to relax for most of December rather than rushing to finish. It was perfect!

His phone chimed, and he picked it up. Oh. A new email.

From Nagatoro.

He glanced at his roommates who were watching TV, ignoring him completely.

He opened the attachment. Nagatoro stared out at him in a ready pose wearing her judo gi. Only her belt wasn't done up, and she wasn't wearing a T-shirt underneath like most women did when they participated in martial arts out of modesty.

Or a sports bra.

He could see one of the piercings she'd teased him with the other day through the open front of her gi.

He swallowed hard. Well… November didn't start for two days after all…

Nagatoro hummed a little tune to herself as she crossed off "November 4" on her calendar. She had a video call scheduled with her boyfriend in a little while, and she was excited to see his reaction to the pictures she'd emailed him last night. Gamo-chan had suggested that she borrow some of her boxing gear, and do a set of pictures where she was shadow boxing.

Of course, she "forgot" to wear a sports bra with the rest of the outfit. Hey, if guys could participate in the sport topless, then women should be able to too!

She only wished she could have seen the look on his face when he opened her email!

Oh well. He was surely going to still be blushing when she called him in a few minutes!

Her tablet chimed a jaunty tune at her. Oop! He was early! She danced over to her desk, set the tablet on its stand, and accepted the connection. "Hi Senpai!" she said cheerily.

Hachiouji smiled at her through the screen. "Hello Hayase. How are you doing?"

Hmm, that wasn't exactly the reaction she was expecting. Where was the flustered stuttering and yelling about her sending him a topless picture? Maybe she should have sent the email today after all; he'd had too much time to recover! Well, no matter. She'd just have to remind him about the picture.

She grinned shark-like at him. "Oh, not too bad. Judo Club was canceled, so I was helping Gamo-chan with her boxing this afternoon."

Hachiouji nodded. "Oh? Does she have a match coming up?"

Nagatoro's face fell, and she blinked in confusion. "Uh…" Why wasn't he reacting? "Yeah, this weekend."

"Well, wish her luck for me!"

"R-right…" What the hell was going on?

"Hey, wanna see what I'm working on for my landscape project?"

Nagatoro nodded, and Hachiouji started explaining the class and where he went to get inspiration for his painting and blah blah blah. Nagatoro listened to him, but inside her mind was racing. Why the hell wasn't he a mushy embarrassed heap? Had he finally gotten used to her body? Maybe she should have taken Yoshi's advice and kept the piercings a surprise after all. She'd been showing her tits off to him too much!

"Anyway, that's why I decided to paint this picture." Hachiouji blushed a little, but it was just a dusting on his cheeks rather than the full blown tomato head she was hoping for. "What do you think?"

Nagatoro put on a genuine smile. "It sounds like it should look amazing! Your art always does."

Now his whole face turned red. "Thanks, Hayase."

They talked for nearly an hour, before Nagatoro yawned so big her jaw hurt. "Sorry," she said sleepily. "I had an early morning."

Hachiouji chuckled. "I understand. I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright?

She smiled at him. "Sounds good. Love you, Senpai!"

"Love you too, Hayase." He broke the connection.

Nagatoro stretched her arms over her head, yawning again. Gods, she missed him…

She suddenly froze, her arms over her head. Wait a minute! She forgot to ask him about the picture again!

She snapped her fingers in frustration. Her opportunity window would be closed by the time they spoke tomorrow. She'd have to come up with another idea for a picture, and this time send it the same day they had a video call scheduled.

She climbed into bed, and snuggled under her covers. She smiled to herself. She knew exactly what kind of picture to send him…

Hachiouji smiled as the screen on his tablet went dark. His plan was working! He had a great conversation with Nagatoro, and she didn't drive him crazy with lust! He still had about an hour before he needed to get ready for bed, plenty of time to work on his assignments!

Sure, he sometimes got erections at weird times like a thirteen-year-old, but at least he could ignore them. The upside was that his concentration was through the roof! He might even finish his assignment early! Maybe he should keep going through December!

…Well… up until he visited home that is. He was looking forward to unwrapping his present from his girlfriend…

He looked down at his crotch. Dammit! Ruined it! Ok, think of baseball. What was the infield fly rule again?

Gamo grumbled as Nagatoro handed her a camera. "Why do I have to be involved in your kinky foreplay with your boyfriend?" she complained.

Nagatoro hissed at her like a cat. "It's not foreplay, it's teasing! Just like we used to do when he was around all the time."

"I don't remember needing to stare at your cooter when we teased him before," Gamo muttered.

Nagatoro was sure that her newest idea for a picture to send to Hachiouji would get the reaction she wanted out of him. One of the first times she modeled for him, the pose he'd selected was of her doing a high kick. She was going to recreate that picture for him, but this time she wouldn't be wearing any shorts or panties under her skirt.

Nagatoro rolled her eyes. "I tried to do it with a stand and a timer, but I couldn't get the right angle myself. I need someone to take the picture so it's lined up right."

Gamo groaned. "But why your junk?"

"I've flashed my tits at him too much lately," Nagatoro admitted. "He's not reacting the same way he used to."

Gamo perked up, never one to pass up a chance to tease her friend. "Oh? Are you too small for him?" she asked, lewdly pushing up her own bust into Nagatoro's face for emphasis.

Nagatoro growled, pushing her away. "No, I've just been too excited to show off my new piercings to him, so he's gotten used to them, that's all!"

Gamo stuck her tongue out at her. "We told you to keep those a secret until he came home for Christmas."

"A-ny-way…" Nagatoro shouted over her. "He's only seen my pussy once, and it was dark so he didn't get a good look. I'm sure to get a rise out of him if he sees it again."

Gamo fiddled with the camera, frowning. "I still don't understand why I have to do it." She grumbled. "Sakura or Yoshi would have been on board…"

"Sakura had a date," Nagatoro replied.

"At least one of us is getting laid…" Gamo said under her breath.

"And Yoshi's sick," Nagatoro continued as if she hadn't been interrupted. She sighed. "Look, you're the only other person I trust to help me with this. Do this for me, and I'll put in a good word with Taiga for you."

Gamo smiled triumphantly. "That's not as good a carrot as you think," she drawled. "He and I have been on three dates this month! He just wants to take it slow until I graduate in the spring."

Nagatoro growled. She didn't know that Gamo and her older brother had gotten so close. "Look, just help me out, will ya? I'll owe you a big favor."

Gamo's smile turned devilish. "A favor, you say?"

Nagatoro gulped. She knew she was probably going to regret this. "Y-yeah."

Gamo held up the camera to her eye. "Well, let's get this over with then. One pussy pic, coming up!"

Hachiouji stared at the notification of a new email from his girlfriend. The subject line was merely two emojis:

There was an attachment.

He knew that meant she sent more pictures, and it was pretty obvious that she was showing more than just a peek at her chest this time…

He started breathing hard. His heart beat harder, and the hand holding the phone began to shake, and he dug the finger of his other hand into his thigh.

It took all of his willpower to archive the email, rather than open it. He'd set up a box for her mail to go into so that he could look at her pictures later, but he still had to move them there himself. He probably should set up an auto sort in his inbox to put all of her emails in there, but it might not be a good idea to set something like that and then miss that she sent an email in the first place if she asked about it.

He took a deep breath in through his nose, letting it out through his mouth. He shut his eyes, listening to the sound of his breathing. Meditating. He was more than his base desires. He was not the pervert she always accused him of being…

Well, not all the time at least…

He jumped, startled, when the phone in his hand began to ring. It was Nagatoro, and she was requesting a video call. Shit! He had to calm down or he'd never hear the end of it! He took another deep breath, before accepting the call. "H-hello Hayase. H-how are you?"

Nagatoro grinned manically. "So what did you think about my high kick?"

Well, that answered the question about what kind of picture she sent. That should make faking it easier. "Yeah! It was great!" he said. "Just like that painting I did of you, right?"

Nagatoro's eye twitched. "Y-yeah," she said. "I mean… Not just like it, though."

"O-of course! You were wearing shorts under your skirt the last time."

Nagatoro looked at him flatly. "Dude, you can see my downstairs and everything."

That got a reaction out of him, but something was still off…

Ohshit…

Nagatoro leaned in close to the camera. "Your roommates aren't home, right?" she whispered frantically. "Nobody heard me say that, right?"

Hachiouji waved his hands around in denial. "No! I promise. They all have a late class on Thursdays. That's why I schedule our calls for this time every week.

She sighed in relief, leaning back again. "Whew! I didn't want a repeat of the Texting Incident.

Hachiouji's mind raced. He needed to get her off the topic of the pictures! "H-how's your judo going?"

Nagatoro blinked at the sudden switch in the conversation. "It's going well," she said. "I've got a meet in two weeks that some scouts from the national team are going to be watching. They want to see both Orihara and I one more time before they make a decision about who will go to the Asian Games next summer."

"All right! I'm sure you'll do amazing. Do you think Orihara will get that rematch she so desperately wants?"

Nagatoro grinned widely. "She can try, but she's not going to beat me again."

The conversation went on from there for a while, alternatingly telling each other everything and talking about nothing like their calls usually went. Finally they had to hang up when Hachiouji's roommates returned from their class, signing off with "I love yous" as normal. The guys made kissy noises at Hachiouji, teasing him about their usual sign off, but he'd long learned that they were just jealous that he had someone to say that to who wasn't his mother.

He sighed contentedly, and lay back in his bed. Things were going great! He was enjoying school and getting good grades, he had girlfriend he loved, and he was pretty sure she was planning to rock his world when he came home in four weeks. Everything was coming up Hachiouji!

Nagatoro flopped onto her pillow, her scream of frustration muffled by her bedding. How did he do it? He should be a quivering mass of hormones after that photo set! Yeah, he was kinda blushy about it, but it was no more than when she used to tease him about the manga he used to draw for being too derivative.

She grit her teeth and thought hard. She supposed he wasn't a virgin any more, but the day after they'd done it he'd been a mess all day! So had she, to be fair…

She just had to think of something to get him…

A shiver rushed down her spine as the idea hit her. Her face split into a wide grin. Oh, he was going to absolutely die. But she'd need some help to get set up…