The Taste of Weirdo's

If I was a creep, what would I taste like?

"Hmmm, weird. Is that answer alright, Sakurai?"

I froze, still holding my cock in my left hand as the green haired boy locked eyes with me. "I-I ah," I started to say. With a claim face he causally walked past me. Opening his locker which was right beside mines.

Holy crap, this kids in middle school? He's gotta be almost 6 feet tall! He's in uniform so he can't be a teacher- and why didn't he freak out?!

This guy's weird!

He bent down to dig in his locker. "So, are you gonna put that away or not?" he asked keeping his eyes down as he collected his clothes. "Ah- r-right," I mutter pulling my gym shorts back on.

I was quick to grab my gym shirt as I bent down beside him, he grabbed my wrist before I could clean up my mess. "Here," he said giving me a rag. "It'll be inconvenient if you dirty your clothes," he stated plainly.

THIS GUY'S WEIRD!

I nervously nodded my head, taking the rag and cleaning up the sticky cum which covered Tsukasa's locker. I need to get away from this guy, he gives me the creeps. I wanna run home and never come to school, ever again!

"I knew you were a little off, but I didn't expect you to jack off on your own locker. I guess you really are a narcissist, Tsukasa," The boy stated painfully.

Tsukasa? He thinks I'm Tsukasa?!

Before I could object, I stopped myself- it's better if he thinks I'm Tsukasa! He'd think I was sick to be jerking off on my brother's locker! But… I guess I was.

I swallowed hard.

It'd be troublesome if he went around telling everyone I like to cum on my brothers' stuff. "Did you ditch because you were bored." He asked. I jolted nervously; freezing as he looked over to me- his face is so close. Damn it, I have to act like Tsukasa!

Amane: *Looks away* "I didn't feel like running, too much work."

Sakurai: "Really? I'd have thought someone with so much energy would need to burn it off someone."

Amane: "I just wasn't in the mood today."

Sakurai: "I can see that,"

I looked over to him, wait; how does he know Tsukasa? Come to think of it, I've never seen him in school before. Lost in thought, I didn't realize I was staring at him.

He looked over at me, "Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No, I was just… N-Nothing," I muttered looking away.

"I'll be leaving now," I huffed standing up. "Wait," he called as I walked away. Damnit, what now?! I slowly turned around, trying to not to be suspicious.

"You for got your uniform shirt, and you're still wearing gym shorts," He stated. I flushed red, "Right!" I muttered grabbing my stuff. "Good bye!" I huffed walking out.

All alone in the locker room, Sakurai sighed.

Pulling out a uniform pin from his pocket, "In the end, I could bring myself to give it back to you," he sighed to himself. He placed Tsukasa's pin back into his pocket.

Standing up, he figured he return the idem another day.

The green haired boy came upon a small puddle of cum I had missed. Bending down to inspect it, he running his finger across the cold, sticky cream.

Lifting it up to his face, he smelled it; then sticking his tongue out to lick his finger clean. "So this is what you taste like, Tsukasa,

Creator's Note:

This chapter was short but the next few are longer.

Me: *Reads Deku comment an burst out laughing*

Bakugou: "DEKUUUUUUUUUUUUUU You Bastard!*

Also me: O.O "Oh shit" Now I kinda want to do a My Hero Fanfict but I know I don't have the time! *Cries*

P.s:

It's ok, I'm not stressed (Thanks for worrying tho); I just suck at time management! This Updates you for Oyaoya- Wait... Is that a Haikyuu reference?! Oya? Oya oya Oya!