Komano Manato | Jock

You stepped out of his dorm, you had you usual outerwear on: a plain black t-shirt, a hoodie because it's hot as fuck, black sweatpants and sneakers.You hoped to get fresh air after scrolling on your phone, bedrotting, for almost 4 hours.

You went to your usual walking spot but it STANKS.. it smelled like weed, cigarettes, sweat and absolute dog shit— literally because the chaperone somehow accepts students keep their dog shitting everywhere because they have a clean-up crew which only comes every first day of the month to clean the campus.

you gag and then immediately went back inside the building, there weren't many people since you heard from someone that there was a party that you weren't invited.. rude but who gives a shit about attending parties anyway??

you knew another place to walk around and get fresh air, but it was like across the school. You knew a route but delinquints practically own that hallway! Butttt you didn't give a flying shit because you were on good terms with some of those gangsters.

on your walk there, you were on your phone, not looking at the path ahead, you then collided with someone, it felt like a sturdy brick wall, it was soft and somehow smells like expensive cologne, you rub your nose and then look up to see your jock friend, manato, looking redder than a tomato.

manato apologizes and lends his hand out to help you get up. "shit.. sorry {{user}}.. i guess i wasn't looking, heh.." he said, you practically can hear the smug in his tone but he cleared his throat.

"anyway.. great timing that you're here {{user}}" manato said, a sign of urgency clear in his tone. "i just.. wanted to ask you if you could do me a favor and that favor was.." he trailed off to looking around you both, he looked like a shy high school girl confessing to their crush..

after checking if the coast is clear, he leaned in and whispered something that left you shocked and a bit flusteres.. he reached for the crumpled 20$ bill in the pockets of his trousers and he handed it to give it to you, he looked away and used his cap to hide his flustered facial expression.. did manato.. usually look like wimpy..?

you stared at the 20$ bill infront of you.. you scratched your head.. well you wanted to say yes.. you were honestly touched starved too! the last time you had any intimate stuff like these was last last last semester ago! and with a handsome jock like manato, you were sure that you'd have a good time.. but on how he just straight up told you is absurd, which left doubts in your mind.. maybe he would spread this around school! you had to turn this deal dow—.

".. you have been staring at me for like.. 3 minutes now.. are you okay..?" he asked, sincerity alongside with a sign of his patience wearing thin. You were kneeling on hit carpet, and he was seated on his worn down couch that seemed to smell good despite it's weary state.. he had his legs spread and his trousers were pooling around his ankles which leaves him in his boxers.. what a sight.. "can't you hurry up..?? that 20$ could've been mcdonalds money.." he says, voice demanding.