The day had come to a close as the school classes ended. The students had gone about their business, either going home or heading to their respective after-school club meetings. In classroom 14B, the one such student was busy putting his things away and ensuring the desks were in their proper places. The class president had given him this task, even though it was her responsibility for the day. Anyo could easily have been the worst class president in history, but he kept this to himself.
The door to the classroom slid open and he looked up to see another student smiling at him. Kenji Hayatori was in the same homeroom as he was, although he had the ego of someone two years to his senior. Kenji gave him a short wave and entered the room, letting the door slide shut behind him.
“Kon’nichiwa, Otiti-san. Anyo-Sama left you with her work again?”
Otiri sighed softly before replying. “Kon’nichiwa, Kenji-san. Anyo-Sama designated me for cleanup so she could focus on her judo club meeting.” He smiled at Kenji. “I am almost done, though.”
Kenji let a “tsk” escape his lips as he leaned against the teacher’s desk, his arms folded over his chest. “Gomen, Otiri-san, but it’s not really fair, you know.”
Otiri shrugged and returned to his own desk, picking up his bag and heading for the door. Kenji stood up and got between him and the doorway.
“Hai, Kenji-san? Did you need something,” Otiri looked up at the towering student, feeling a nerve twitch at the smug grin on Kenji’s face.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Otiri-san?”
“No, I do not think so,” Otiri frowned at him.
Kenji leaned down and narrowed his eyes, his grin still plastered across his lips. “You forgot to ask for permission to leave, Otiri-san.”
Otiri sighed and looked up at Kenji, a scowl growing across his face. This wasn’t anything new, apparently being Kenji’s favorite joke to play. “Kenji-san, I do not need to ask permission from you to leave the classroom. Gomen, but I must ask you to step aside.”
Kenji’s eyes narrowed and for a moment it looked as if things were about to get physical, but instead Kenji threw his head back and started to laugh before ruffling Otiri’s black hair and stepping aside. “You’re too much, Otiri, thinking you could take someone bigger than you!”
Otiri rolled his eyes and stepped out of the classroom, waiting for the blonde student to follow him out so he could lock the door. As luck just so happened, Anyo-Sama was coming down the hallway. Kenji quickly left and Otiri handed her the key to the classroom before leaving. He made no mention of the fact that she appeared to be blushing heavily, no doubt from the judo meeting, although the less he knew the happier he was. He had no interest in judo, frankly, so he couldn’t care less about who touched- or punched- what.
It wasn’t long before he was out of the school and walking home, his bag slung across his back as he glanced up at the orange-red sky. His apartment wasn’t that far off, but his mind was tired, making the trip seem like it took forever. Kenji-san wasn’t a bad student, but his habits tended to wear thin after a while. And, of course, the odds were that he’d show up unexpectedly once more before night fell.
True to his prediction, no more than 30-minutes past the point that he walked through his apartment door, slipped his shoes off and started preparing his dinner did he hear a knock from the door. He wanted to roll his eyes but refrained and answered the door. Kenji-san was leaning against the wall opposite of the doorway, a smile on his lips but no-where near the same egotistical smile he wore earlier.
“Kon’nichiwa, Otiri-chan,” Kenji greeted him, his normal bravado absent.
“Kon’nichiwa, Kenji-kun,” Otiri nodded, standing to the side and waving Kenji in. “I was just about to make dinner.”
“Oh, gomen, I can come back later if you want, Otiri-chan.”
Otiri shook his head. “There will be enough for the two of us, but since you’re here,” Otiri took Kenji’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen and handed him the wooden spoon. “You can cook for us tonight. After all, you’ve been taking classes in home economics, yes?”
Kenji looked at the spoon and then at Otiri. “Well, yes, but shou-”
“Wonderful. I’m sure you’ll make it extra delicious,” and with that Otiri turned and left the kitchen, leaving Kenji to give the cooking pot a distrustful look before stirring the broth that Otiri had let simmer.
Kenji was an odd one, Otiri had to admit. Brash and boastful in school, meek and hesitant out of school. It was odder still that he chose Otiri to hang out with, but this was an argument he had long since abandoned. He certainly wasn’t one to complain, considering the benefits Kenji brought.
Otiri entered the kitchen again and grabbed a tea kettle from the cabinet as Kenji cooked. Kenji jerked when he felt Otiri’s hand brush over his rump although Otiri feigned innocence when Kenji glanced at him. Otiri looked at Kenji and asked if everything was ok.
“H-hai, Otiri-Chan. Everything is fine.”
“Good,” Otiri smiled as he set the kettle on the stove and turned the burner on before giving Kenji’s rump another affectionate touch, although Kenji didn’t jerk this time.
The dinner of stir-fry beef and black tea had been delicious. Kenji had certainly made long strides in his culinary skills, although he still refused to admit it. It wasn’t surprising, given the façade he had put up at school, although it was a façade that Otiri quickly quashed when they were in private.
Otiri excused himself as Kenji started to put their bowls away and headed into the bedroom. He undid his tie and started to unbutton his school shirt before working his undershirt up over his head. He felt warm hands slide around his belly as he was temporarily blinded, noticing the sound of Kenji’s breath behind him.
“You have such soft skin, Otiri-chan,” Kenji breathed as he pulled Otiri back against his chest. “It feels so good to touch.”
Otiri sighed and shucked his shirt off before grabbing Kenji’s wrists. “Kenji-Kun, you know how to address me properly.”
“Good, now take it off,” Otiri let go of Kenji’s wrists and turned around, facing the tall blonde.
Kenji looked unsure before Otiri reached up and started to unbutton his shirt for him. He stared perfectly still as Oriti pulled his school shirt and undershirt off, revealing the clean, white skin underneath. He ran a hand over Kenji’s chest, his palm rolling over his nipple, electing a sharp gasp from Kenji.
“Kenji-kun, tell me what you want.”
Kenji shook his head slightly.
Otiri frowned and looked up at Kenji.
“I want you, Kenji-sama.”
Otiri smiled and pushed Kenji back, letting him fall onto the bed. Kenji looked up as Otiri crawled over his lap and sat down on his belly, leaning down and looking into his Uke’s eyes.
“You’re so predictable, Kenji-kun,” Otiri whispered as he held Kenji’s wrists over his head.
Kenji made no move to resist. “You make me this way, Otiri-sama.”
Otiri smiled and let his lips fall across Kenji’s.
Outside, a cicada chirped as the two kissed in Otiri’s bedroom.