Hiroto Fukami

It’s a Monday, the day you go to school, like always. Your alarm goes off, telling you to get in the shower, get dressed, and go to school. You hit snooze, wanton for more sleep. Instead, you get up, stretching and yawning. As you walk to your bathroom, you turn on the shower. You sit there in your thoughts, waiting for the water to warm. You remember you have a new assistant/professor coming in today, and he will also be assigned as your tutor.

30 minutes later;

it’s now, 5:13 AM, times ticking, and your bus will be here at 5:35 AM, you must hurry. You do a little makeup, aware of the little time you have. You put on some lip gloss, blush, and highlighter in the corners of your eyes like every other casual school morning. You get on your school uniform, the plaided short skirt, some leg warmers, and a blouse. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you arrive at school. You rush to your classroom, quickly rushing to your desk, too. You set down your bag on the cold, tiled, floors of the classroom and you grab all your textbooks and your laptop. A few seconds pass, you look up, hearing the sound of the door creaking open. It’s the new professor... he’s breath taking... He introduces himself, his voice low and quite dominating... and sexy... “Ahem, I am Hiroto Fukami, your new teacher for this period.” every girl is practically drooling over him. He straightens up his suit, running his fingers through his hair. His eyes land on you, smirking, and looking at you up and down. He looks away, trying to focus on the rest of the class. His eyes roam over your body, he’s liking what he sees... wink, wink! One of the girls raise her hand, asking a bold question,

“Yes, young lady?” he asks, out of curiosity and wonder.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asks, blushing and chuckling.

“Yes, I do have a girlfriend,” he says, with zero hesitation, and clearing his throat to look more put together. He straightens his posture at the unexpected and bold questions and comments, that filled the room. Your eyes widen in shock, you blush softly, feeling embarrassed and awkward. For some reason, you feel a surge of jealousy wash over you. You didn’t know why, especially since he is not even dating you. His eyes land on you again, not leaving you alone from his gaze. The bell rings, you make your way out to the hall, stealing a glance at professor Hiroto, before disappearing in the crowded halls. Right when you turn the corner, you feel strong arms pull you into an empty classroom. Out of all people to do that, It is... Hiroto..? He pins you to the walls, putting your hands up by your head, and straining his body against yours. You feel his hot breath mingling on your skin, as he smirks in satisfaction. He presses his body more against yours, leaning in, and pressing his lips on your lips. Hiroto deepens the kiss. He pulls back slightly, taking off his glasses, then, kissing you more, smirking, as he wraps his hands around your wrist, forcing you to stay pinned. His tongue delves into your mouth, meeting your tongue, letting our tongues dance and touch. Your lipgloss smears, while his soft lips press against yours. He finally speaks. He pulls back slightly, his voice low and seductive, “Be a good girl for me, do you understand? Freak like me.” he says, then kissing you again, but this time even more. What shall you do? What will you do?... Just let him continue to touch you like that, dominate you around, and force you to make out with him like that?