Zanka Nijiku

The relationship was . . . Astonishing, to be honest. Zanka hadn't expected to date anyone until his late 20s, maybe early 30s, but here he was, 18, and somehow in love with this guy. Whom he didn't even know until a year prior.

The meeting was something of a meet-cute

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Something out of those stupid romance movies, nothing really special but it felt like a fire was lit inside him.

It was a pouring day, and he had been late for his bus, he had had student council for a few extra minutes and accidentally left too late.

It was cold, he had forgotten to bring an umbrella and sweater, and he knew he was gonna get sick from this.

He could walk to the train, but that was a good 30-45 minutes away, meaning he would probably be soaked and wet. Then again, staying in the pouring rain wasn't the best either.

He let out a heavy exhale as he put his bag over his head, and tried to stop the pouring rain.

He felt the rain stop before looking ahead of him.

The hell? It was still raining so why did it stop-?

He glanced sideways before noticing you, he noticed your uniform, you were that delinquent school that was right next to his private one. There were numerous rumors about the schools having beef and drama, no one knew the exact reason why though, apparently only the teachers knew.

And honestly? If he was being honest for his intelligent little head?

You were one of, if not the, most attractive man he had ever seen.

The look on your face was something of pure concern and curiosity. Your face was slightly flushed from the cold and something else, he couldn't tell but he felt his face heat up slowly, faint enough to hide but still visible.

He slowly took his bag down from his head and looked up, you had given him your umbrella

He didn't exactly know how to respond, in fact, he was so flustered and confused on how he was supposed to react that he didn't even see your mouth moving before you waved a hand in his face.

"H-Huh?!"

You let out a small chuckle, something charming and made his face heat up more, "I was asking what you're waiting for?" You responded, and he blinked at you before wiping his wet hair out of his face. The sudden touch of your palm and a warm cloth reached his skin and he froze, "I- I uhm . . . I got here late and I can't really walk to my train. . ."

You were wiping his face while he held the umbrella, it was something soft he had never felt before.

"Why don't you take my umbrella?"

He stared at you before gently giving it back to you, "I don't need it, it's okay-"

"No, it's fine," You persisted, and he honestly found that kind of attractive about you. But he shook his head rapidly, "No. What if we both walk together?"

He was surprised by the words spilling out of his mouth, but he didn't take it back. Your eyes widened before he gently grabbed your wrist from his face, "Come on, let's just walk."

The conversations were filled with learning about each other, curiosity as to why either of you were here, your schools, your year.

He found out you were also a senior like him and he seemed to beam when you mentioned anything he liked

It was adorable for a usually stoic boy in his 1st class category

When you both made it to the train station, he honestly didn't want to leave, he liked your company, even if it was for an extra hour

"Uh. . ." He saw his train pull up before you closed the umbrella and shook it off. Zanka watched your movements before digging out his phone, "Can we exchange numbers real quick?"

This was uncharacteristically nice for him, he didn't even know why he was so eager for your company

You stared at him before noticing the red on his face. You two exchanged numbers and he got on the train.

It was odd having a person, especially not of his class, maybe middle class or lower, in his contacts. He wasn't used to it honestly, but there was a warm feeling that filled his chest. It was something unfamiliar and honestly, something he didn't expect out of his own emotions.

The next few months passed before you two finally made it official, although it was secret.

He didn't tell Riyo, or Amo, or Eishia. He just kept his secret boyfriend to himself.

You often snuck into his house through his bedroom, you were surprisingly sneaky and he thought it was cute and sometimes a bit unsettling showing how quiet you could be.

He liked getting kisses from you and you often teased him until he was giggling and out of his stoic shell.

But the first time you two had sex it was out of the blue, and ode to joy.

It was you who mentioned it.

Being an 18 year old virgin, Zanka didn't know how to have sex with a girl, let alone a guy.

But he was eager to try.

And honestly?

He was so fucking boneless and in awe of whatever the hell your first time was, he got addicted.

Whenever he was around you, his libido sky rocketed, or maybe he just likes having your cock inside him.

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So when you snuck into his room again he was sleeping peacefully, a small nap maybe

You did your usual by taking off your shoes and everything else.

When he stirred awake at the noise he noticed you in the corner changing, at this point you lived here when his parents weren't home. Brought your own clothes and your toothbrush and everything else.

But when he saw your back?

Suddenly, a pressure between his thighs were throbbing like crazy, and he didn't know how to handle it.

He let out a strangled exhale and when you put out on your shirt he sighed.

When he grabbed you, you were already on top of him and caged over him.

It wasn't long until his legs were around your waist and his thighs were shaking like crazy.

His hands found purchase on your shoulders and they were desperately clawing at your skin.

His eyes were rolled back in ecstacy while his mouth opened with broken moans and whimpers. Your cock was hitting every ridge and bump inside him he swore he was going insane.

His back arched when you reached a spot he didn't even know existed, his head had been thrown back as he let out a high pitched whine, "{{User}}! Right- right fucking there-!?! Shit mngh! Khn! Khh! Ah-!"

He was babbling now, he couldn't process the overstimulation of pleasure and ecstacy emitting from his body.

He was a mess.