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It was expected that coffee shops were busy in the morning. The peak hours between 7 and 9 am filled with people grabbing their morning coffee and perhaps a pastry or two before heading off to start the day at their respective job. What was not expected, however, was how busy the coffee shop was on your way home. As soon as you opened the door to your usual haunt, you were buffeted by a cacophony of voices and noises. A brief look around the place showed that every single table and chair was occupied by someone, the café almost busier than it is in the morning. You shook your head in astonishment, resigning yourself lining up for a takeaway coffee and cake instead of being able to sit and relax in the café.
It disappointed you more than you would like to let on, your face screwing up into a disgruntled pout. The entire train ride home and the subsequent walk to the café you had been looking forward to sitting down and enjoying the certain ambiance the quirky little café possessed. It had been a rough day at work, your boss making your life more difficult than usual, as if the problems they were having at home were suddenly your issue too.
Luckily, the line moved fast, and you were at the front in no time, the person at the counter startling you out of your thoughts by asking for your order.
“Just your strongest, sweetest, and most over the top drink, please. With extra whipped cream. Oh, and a piece of your devil’s food cake with extra rainbow sprinkles, please.
“Rough day?”
“You can say that.”
“Well then I’ll be sure to get some more rainbow sprinkles from the back to put on both your cake and drink, you deserve it.”
With a profuse thank you and an extra five dollar note slipped into the tip jar at the register, you moved over to the pickup counter to wait for your order. You took your phone out of your purse, mindlessly scrolling through your feed when you hear a loud exclamation from one of the other patrons. You looked up to see a group of three men having an intense conversation. You weren’t sure what was being said, their voices lost to the noise of the café, but whatever it was had the one on the right covering his face in annoyance, exclaiming loudly that he didn’t understand why he was friends with the other two.
One of his friends looked embarrassed when he realised that his group had the attention of a few of the other patrons while the other laughed loudly at his friend’s pain, clapping him on the back almost violently. The man whose head was in his hands slid them up his face and through his short black hair, sitting up properly and brushing the hand off his back. The man isn’t fazed by his friend’s dismissal of his comforting gesture, finding his friend’s actions amusing proceeding to mock his friend by overexaggerating his movements as he runs his own fingers through his short, fluffy grey hair, twisting this way and that, making silly faces as he does so. It caused not only you to laugh but their other friend as well, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he bends his head forward allowing his face to be obscured by his long, brown hair.
You heard your order called for collection, turning your attention from the group of men who had started squabbling amongst themselves yet again, heading up to the counter to collect your sugar high in a cup. You picked up the cup that was piled high with whipped cream and sprinkles in one hand and the paper bag that contained the cake in the other.
You head to the exit as you admired the way the rainbow sprinkles decorated your drink, excited to dig in when you got home. You were too busy, however, so caught up in your drink that you hadn’t noticed the group of guys who had caused a ruckus before had gotten up from their seats and were leaving the café.
It was a symphony of mishaps and chaos.
If only you had been paying attention to where you were walking, if only the man in front of you hadn’t decided that that was a good moment for him to karate chop his friend’s side in retaliation for his self-depreciating words and if only you two hadn’t been standing so close to one another, this all could have been avoided.
But, alas, that was how your chips had fallen that night, into an unfavourable formation, and both you and your sweet treats were to pay for it.
The moment the man’s hand had swung backwards to gain momentum to achieve maximum impact into his friend’s side it had met the bottom of your cup, throwing both the cup and the entirety of its contents into your face and down over your clothes.
All you could do was stand there and stare as the white shirt and cream coat you were wearing slowly darkened in colour as your drink stained the fabric, the now wet garments beginning to stick to your body. Your face hadn’t gotten away unscathed either, you could feel whipped cream slowly sliding down your face, the rainbow sprinkles that once adorned your drink now falling to the floor as your body heat melted the cream.
The rest of the café had stopped to stare at you, all conversations ceasing the moment your coffee cup clattered noisily to the floor, all of them watching your bad day get infinitely worse.
You finally tore your eyes from the floor to see the man with grey hair staring at you with wide eyes, shocked at the chaos he had managed to cause in a short amount of time. His friends seemed no better, eyes flicking between the two of you, not quite sure what had happened to cause such a mess in the café as it all occurred behind them, but the raised elbow and knife hand strike position the man in front of you took was telling enough.
His antics had caused you to lose your afternoon treat.
“I am so sorry.”
The man looked genuinely upset at what had transpired but you couldn’t bring yourself to reply, you could feel your throat closing up and tears filling your eyes, threatening to spill over your cheeks. You started taking deeper breaths in an attempt to calm down and stop yourself from crying in the middle of the coffee shop while covered head to toe in whipped cream and sprinkles, almost hyperventilating as you struggled to get in enough air. Your day was already difficult enough, this was just the cherry on top.
You felt warm hands land on your shoulders, grabbing your attention and causing you to look deeply into the concerned brown eyes across from you.
“Hey, did you hear me? Can I buy you another? It’s the least I can do after I spilt your drink all over you.”
Honestly, a new drink at this stranger’s expense would have been amazing, but with you drenched head to toe in the sugary beverage just made you want to go home, so you shook you head at him, trying your best to step around him and head out of the café. You didn’t get far, the man catching you by your wrist and turning you back to face him.
“Please, at least let me get you a jacket or something. I can’t in good conscious let a pretty lady like you head out into the city looking like that knowing I caused it.”
“Oh, so now we’ve moved onto sweet talk, have we?”
“May as well keep the theme going, no? A sweet lady covered in a sweet drink most definitely deserves to be sweet talked.”
“Nice try. Just let me go to my apartment and eat my probably soggy devil’s food cake and cry off the horrible day I’ve had. Which you also managed to somehow make worse! So well done on that.”
“At least let me pay for your dry cleaning. That coat looks very expensive.”
“Listen, it was an accident. A stupid one that could have been avoided if you weren’t intent on being so stupid with your friends but a mistake, nonetheless. Just leave it be, there is no need to pay me back.”
“But I want to,” the man whined, almost pouting childishly as he continued to not get his way.
“Why are you so desperate to make it up to me?”
“Because even though I’m grateful that this little mishap led me to meeting you it doesn’t leave a great first impression, and I want you to think very, very highly of me.”
You blushed at his words, a deep red flush spreading quickly from your cheeks to the tip of your ears. You had never gotten much attention in the romantic department so to be on the receiving end of this stranger’s blatant flirting was overwhelming for you.
“I- I… Me?”
“Yes, you, now come on, my work is nearby, and I always have spare coats and sweatshirts there in case the weather changes on me. See, I would make a fantastic boyfriend, always so prepared. So, let us go.”
“Go?”
“Yeah! C’mon live a little, Sprinkles, it’s time to get out of here,” the man replies easily, swiping a few rainbow sprinkles that had still valiantly clung to your cheek and popping them in his mouth.
“That was gross.”
“Too early in the relationship? Maybe I should tone it down a little.”
“Relationship? I don’t even know your name?!”
But the man wasn’t listening, he was already pushing past his friends who had blocked the exit to the café during your entire interaction, staring dumbfoundedly at the scene that had unfolded before them, shocked at their friend’s audacity.
“See yah round Daichi and Asahi, I have to take Sprinkles here out on the town. Don’t wait up for me”
“We don’t even live together Koushi.”
“Yeah! Plus, you were supposed to see me off to Tokyo.”
“Oh, don’t be such a whiny baby Asahi. You know Daichi and I are your best friends and you’re going to miss us in two weeks, and we’ll see you again soon.”
“You’re always so blunt with your words, you know I like it better when you say things in a nicer tone.”
The man with black hair moved over to his brunette friend, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him before whispering to him, “Don’t worry I’ll see you off to Tokyo, let’s go.”
“And now you’re treating me like a child, Daichi! Its one extreme to the next with you guys.”
“Well at least you never know what to expect when you’re hanging out with us, huh Asahi?” Daichi replied, pushing his friend towards the door Koushi was holding open.
Both the men walked out, Daichi turning around just before he exited the store.
“Good luck with Suga here. He seems so lovely and gentle but its all a ploy. Don’t trust him.”
“Oh, shut it you,” Suga replies, forcefully pushing him out of the café.
He reached out for your hand, grabbing you by the wrist again to pull you out of the store and into the street. You two started a brisk pace down the busy streets and for that you were grateful, the fewer people who saw you in your stained clothes, the better. The two of you took twists and turns down streets you’d never seen before, you were glad Koushi knew where he was going because you were lost.
Throughout the entire journey the two of you didn’t speak, you were too lost in trying to keep up with the man leading you through the streets and in the feeling of his warm hand enveloping your wrist. It wasn’t until you two finally stopped at a crosswalk at a large intersection you were finally able to speak while you waited for the traffic lights.
“So, Suga huh? At least someone was polite enough to tell me your name.”
“Ahh yes, of course how rude of me. Sugawara Koushi at your service.”
“Very nice to meet you Sugawara. It’s good to know the name of the man who kidnapped me for interviews with the police later.”
“Please, call me Koushi, I anticipate us having that kind of relationship.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself. I just threatened to call the police.”
“Yeah, but my buddy Daichi back there is a police officer in this precinct, and he’s lost without me. I’d be out in no time simply because he misses me.”
“You and your friends seem awfully co-dependent. I mean that Asahi comes down from Tokyo often just to visit you two?”
“Yeah, he’s just like that. Scary looking outside, soft and anxious inside. It’s cute. But do you really want to know about him when I’m right here, Sprinkles?”
“I don’t even get a name?”
“I think Sprinkles is fitting. Sweet name for a sweet lady.”
“There you go again with the sweet talk.”
“Can’t help it when you’re around.”
“I feel like you say that to all the girls.”
“You’re right you got me. I do this at least once a week and Daichi and Asahi are my accomplices. We wait for unsuspecting women who have had a bad day and have bought a slice of honestly one of the most delicious Devil’s Food cakes known to mankind and set up a whole operation so I can steal it off them. I do it to so many women I can’t keep their names straight, so I call them all Sprinkles.”
When he finished talking did you only realise that the brown paper bag that contained your slice of cake was missing and had been for a while, Koushi having stolen it when he grabbed your wrist to walk you out of the café.
“Hey! That’s not fair! Give it back!”
“What kind of a cake thief would I be if I gave into the demands of my victims,” he replied with a smirk, opening the bag, and grabbing the cake out.
The traffic lights finally indicated it was time for you to cross the road and Koushi started ahead of you, stuffing his face with your cake as he walked.
“Hey! Can I at least have some?”
“No can do,” came the reply from Koushi’s chocolate covered mouth, “Like I said, I’m a thief with no remorse.”
You sadly watch as he finished the remainder of your cake before tossing the paper bag into a passing trash can before turning and flashing you a smile. It would have been endearing had his teeth not had chocolate frosting and sprinkles still stuck between them.
“You’re gross.”
“Hey! That’s not much of a compliment.”
“Wasn’t aiming for it to be.”
“But everything you say to me should be complimentary, I mean have you seen me?”
“Yeh, I have. I’d probably put you at a solid seven out of ten on the attractiveness scale, maybe a six now that you’ve stolen and eaten my entire piece of cake.”
“Hey! That’s rude of you, Sprinkles.”
“Yeah, well so is stealing my cake, you thief. Now how much longer to your work, I could have gone home by now and started washing all this stuff off of me, you said it was close by?”
“We’re here!” Koushi exclaimed, pointing your attention towards the elementary school in front of you.
“You’re a teacher?”
“Yep! Didn’t expect that from me?”
“Not really, no.”
“Yeah, well you’ve only known me for a short while and gotten the surface Suga, once you get to know me,” Koushi began, sliding behind you to place his hands on your arms to restrain you slightly, before leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I think you’ll find that I am quite skilled at instilling discipline when necessary.”
The whispered words sent a shiver of arousal down your spine, your heart speeding up and a cold sweat breaking on the skin of your upper back. You’re not entirely sure if that was Koushi’s intention or if he was still just messing with you, but you were most definitely interested in whatever discipline he was bringing to the table.
“W-well then, I uh, yep. I totally get it now. Can totally picture you as a teacher.”
He moved away from you to open the heavy door to the school, a playful smile on his face.
“Oh? Are you picturing me in front of a class of rambunctious eight year old’s or are you picturing me half naked at the front of the classroom teaching just you while I tell you how good of a girl you’re being for Sensei?”
His words had you choking on the air you attempted to fill your lungs with, coughing and spluttering unattractively on the front steps of an elementary school as the boldest man you had ever met stood holding the door open to the building.
“Was that too much, Sprinkles? Didn’t realise you were such a dirty talk light weight. Just wait to see what I have in store for you later, that was tame in comparison.”
“I don’t think I’m mentally prepared to find out.”
Yet you followed him into the building anyway, always a few steps behind as he led you past classroom after classroom. He suddenly came to a stop, almost causing you to run into his back.
“Here we are, my classroom! I have some sweatshirts in my storeroom that I can loan you. I’ll grab them and leave you in here to get changed.”
You entered the classroom, taking in the plethora of rainbow coloured papers that decorated the walls and hung from the ceiling haphazardly. Apparently Koushi was a huge fan of art class and proud of everything his students produced.
“Here we are,” Koushi said, returning to your side, “I’ll leave you to get changed, but be sure to leave your blouse and coat in my storeroom. I’ll swing by the dry cleaners on my way home tomorrow to get it cleaned and return it to you.”
“Don’t worry about it, I will do it myself.”
“No, no, Sprinkles. I want to do it. That way, if returning my sweatshirt isn’t enough incentive, having to get your clothes back from me will definitely entice you enough to come see me again.”
“Oh, worried your charm isn’t enough to keep me coming back for more.”
“Oh, no, I know my charm is more than enough. I just think the coffee shop incident was scarring and the trauma of losing both your drink and your cake in one fell swoop is enough to keep you confined to your house for the next ten years.”
“You’re ridiculous, you know? And I did not lose my cake, you stole it, you thief! Don’t think I’ve either forgotten or forgiven you.”
“Honestly, you let it be stolen. You need to keep a better eye on things.”
“Just get out of here and let me get changed so I can finally go home.”
“You wound me, Sprinkles. You wound me.”
Koushi left the classroom, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding bang that echoed eerily throughout the empty elementary school. You shook your head and peeled off your jacket and blouse, both of which were stuck to your skin from how wet they still were. You looked down at your bra-clad torso, lamenting just how sticky your skin still was. It had you wishing that you had some disinfectant wipes on handy to wipe yourself down with.
You went to put on the cream sweatshirt Koushi had given you, realising belatedly that your bra was still soaked through with the drink and that it might seep into the light coloured shirt and stain it. You didn’t want any more clothes to become victim to the café incident, so you made the decision to remove your bra and you stuck it in your purse.
Your cheeks burned red as you stood in the middle of Koushi’s classroom completely topless. He wasn’t even in the room with you but yet you felt so lewd as you stood there. You revelled in the feeling, the thought of what image would greet Koushi if he decided to re-enter the classroom at that exact moment: you stood topless in the middle of his classroom, your skin bathed in the lowlight streaming through the large windows, only the silhouette of your shoulders and breasts visible, giving him a taste of everything he was craving.
But unfortunately, just the knowledge that you would be braless underneath the sweatshirt he gave you would have to be enough for tonight. You slipped the garment over your head, smoothing the fabric out over your body, hoping that it was baggy enough to disguise the fact you had nothing on underneath. When you finished straightening the sweater out you noticed a logo on it.
“Why is there a foot on his sweatshirt? What kind of a logo is this?” you asked yourself, heading to the storeroom to put your stained clothes in there like he asked.
You thought it was cute that he wanted to see you again and that he had more than one plan to get you on that second date. He didn’t need any of them though, you were already smitten with this enigma of a man and were more than interested in a second date, but you weren’t going to let him know that.
As soon as you closed the door to the storeroom the door to the classroom was thrown open, Koushi striding through and making a beeline straight to you.
“Hey! What’s with the rush? I might have still been shirtless!”
“Who cares,” was all that Koushi said before he pressed you up against the storeroom door, kissing you squarely on the lips.
You never knew what was coming next with this man, he was such a whirlwind of emotions, and it had your freezing up in his hold as your brain processed exactly what was going on. It took you a little bit too long to reciprocate the kiss for Koushi’s liking, the man pressing into you harder and lifting his knee so it rested in between your legs, not far from the apex of your thighs. That was enough to spur you into action, finally properly melding your lips to his and kissing him back passionately. He tasted like the chocolate cake he had stolen from you earlier, the cloying sweetness still on his tongue, so you licked further into his mouth in an attempt to get a taste of what you lost. Koushi gave as good as he got, however, keeping you on your toes as he ran his fingers through your hair, down your back, and over your sides. You never knew where his hands would end up next.
Moving them up and under the sweatshirt he gave you, however, was not what you expected. His hands splayed boldly over the skin of your lower back, his fingers fanning out and spanning across its entire width, making you feel oh so small in his grasp. The slight chill of his fingers pressed against the warmth of your skin causes you to gasp, breaking the kiss to have you both panting heavily into the small space between you both.
“Who care’s huh?” you whisper to Koushi, not wanting to break the tension that still hung heavily between you.
“Why would I mind if I got a glimpse of the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, topless? Silly of me isn’t it.”
“I guess.”
“But honestly, seeing you in my old volleyball sweatshirt was so much hotter than I anticipated, I couldn’t go another moment without your lips on mine.”
“You really are great at this sweet talk thing.”
“Oh, you think I’m sweet talking you, huh? I guess I’m going to have to change gears.”
That was all it took to have Koushi’s lips on yours again, except this time he held you by your waist, pushing you down onto the knee that was slotted between your legs to apply a delicious pleasure to your clothed pussy. It felt amazing and you wanted more, and you made that known by moaning into Koushi’s mouth and trying to ride his thigh. His tight grip on your hips made that impossible though, Koushi using the leverage he had to slowly grind you against his knee at his pace. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every movement, your juices starting to stick your panties to your lower lips and making them uncomfortable to be in.
Koushi moved away from your lips and down your neck, freeing your mouth and allowing you to moan freely into the classroom as he laid hickeys across your neck. The sensations were overwhelming, you wanted to touch Koushi all over and be as close to him as possible, but you couldn’t think straight in order to actually execute any of that, so you held onto the back of his neck tightly to ground you as you enjoyed the ride he took you on.
Once he was happy with the pace of your grinding, he moved his hands from your hips and back under his sweatshirt, this time sliding up your stomach and ribs to cup the underside of your tits. He used the pads of his thumbs to brush the sensitive peak of your nipples before pinching them between his forefinger and thumb causing you to cry out loudly.
“That’s right baby, scream for me,” he said into the skin of your neck between kisses.
You could feel just how much Koushi was enjoying himself, the heat from his hard cock radiating through the seat of his jeans and into your leg as he ground it into your thigh for some relief. You decided to help him out a little, sliding open the zip of his jeans and fishing him out of his briefs. Koushi let out a satisfied sigh at that, bucking into your hand and spreading a line of precum across the meat of your palm. You begin to jerk him as he continues to grind his thigh into you, but you’re stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist.
“Don’t want to finish this too soon, babe. Want to at least get inside you,” he says.
He decided that enough was enough and stepped away from you, pulling you over to his desk by your wrist. He pushes you down to lie face down over his desk, head hanging off the other side precariously. He spreads your legs with his foot and bends down to strip you of your pants and panties. He took is time pulling the lacy garment down your legs, marvelling at the sight of your juices soaking through the fabric and the long strings of arousal that connected your pussy to your panties until ultimately, they snapped under the tension.
“God, you’re so wet for me, Sprinkles,” he groans, “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Hurry up already then.”
“You taking anything or are we going to start our family tonight?”
“I have an IUD, just fuck me, please.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Koushi didn’t waste his time stripping either of you anymore, guiding the head of his cock through your lips to coat his cock in your arousal, bumping your clit on each pass and sending pleasure zinging down your spine. He may be impatient to be inside of you, but Koushi still took his time stretching you out on his cock, sliding into you slowly as you spread around his cock. It took him a while to bottom out but when he did you both let out filthy moans, the feeling almost too overwhelming for you both.
“Can I move, baby. Please tell me I can, it feels so damn good inside of you, I need to move.”
You feel your pussy squeeze involuntarily at his words, gushing around him as his praise turns you on. You’re unable to reply to his question properly, just whining into the table and nodding your agreement. He starts to pump in and out of you at an easy pace, taking it slowly as to get you two used to one another.
“Such a dirty girl I have hanging off my cock. She has a cute little praise kink, huh? You know I was joking about Sugawara-sensei calling you a good little girl for every question you got right but I think you’re into that, aren’t you?”
You had no idea how he was able to talk to you as he fucked you into his desk, all you could do was let out breathy, high pitched moans every time the thrust into you.
“Come on baby, answer Sensei. Are we a dirty little girl with a praise kink?”
“Y-yes! I am!”
“Yes, I am, what?”
“A dirty-y girl!” you replied.
In response Koushi fucked your harder, drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock was inside of your and thrusting back in with all his power. It had you chocking on every inhale, each stroke hitting your g-spot head on and each one hurtling you closer and closer to orgasm.
“That’s not the right answer, baby. Come on, answer Sensei properly.”
“Yes. I. Am. A. Dirty. Girl! With. A. Praise. Kiiiink!” you replied between thrusts.
“That’s still not the right answer, baby. Sensei is going to have to punish you.”
He pulled out, ruining whatever orgasm he was building you up to and having your pussy clench around nothing. You whined in disappointment as he moved away to his chalkboard and returned with his wooden meter ruler.
“Wh-what are you going to do with that?”
“Sensei is going to teach you a lesson. Now, you want me to stop tell me red, okay? Otherwise, I’m going to do as I please. Understand.”
“Yes, Koushi.”
“Excellent, now,” he swung the ruler in an arc, hitting the side of your ass with a resounding thwack, “first lesson, always refer to me as Sugawara-sensei. Got it?”
You nodded meekly in reply, the mark he just gave you still smarting in pain.
“I’m going to need a verbal response. Next time I don’t get it, I’m going to spank you again. So once again, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sugawara-sensei.”
“Excellent. Now, let’s have fun, shall we?”
With two quick flicks of his wrist, Koushi left marks in the centre of both your ass cheeks and before you have time to process it, his cock is sliding back into you and his thighs are pressing against the new marks, causing them to sting in both pleasure and pain.
“How’s that, Sprinkles?”
“Feels good, Sugawara-sensei.”
“Excellent.”
Koushi started back up again, leaning over you and delivering powerful thrusts. He laid the metre ruler next to you on the desk as a warning of what was to come if you were to misbehave. Each thrust had his skin meeting the marks he left on your ass causing pain to mix with pleasure as he fucked you senseless over his desk. He didn’t use the metre ruler again, realising how difficult it would be to use on you while he was balls deep inside of you, instead opting to spank you a few more times with the palm of his hand. It had you screaming for him, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock as you quickly approached orgasm for the second time that night.
“Sugawara-sen-nsei! I’m going to come!” you exclaimed, not wanting to come before you had your teacher’s permission.
“Oh, does my naughty little girl want to come?”
“Yes, Sugawara-sensei!”
“Well then, seeing as you’ve been such a good little girl for me, you can come. Go ahead, come on my cock so I can feel you squeezing so beautifully around me.”
That was all it took to throw you over the edge and into an orgasm. You screamed his name as you fell, clenching tightly around him as you finished, your cum absolutely drenching his cock. He wasn’t too far behind you, thrusting deep into your heat a few more times before burying himself deep inside you as he painted your insides white with his cum, your name on his lips. He thrusted into you a few more times to milk his balls which caused you to whine in overstimulation.
Once he had fully softened within your walls, he laid a soft kiss on your cheek and brushed back his hair as he stood up and unsheathed himself from you. The two of you winced at the cold air that suddenly surrounded your exposed genitals. Koushi went to redress you but as he bent over, he found himself face to face with your cream filled cunt, both his cum and yours dripping lewdly from your hole and down your thighs.
“What a sight,” he whistled lowly, committing the image to memory before rubbing his hands across your ass cheeks soothingly. He then pulled up your pants and panties, redressing you.
He then searched for his pants before putting them on, and pulling you up, off the desk and into his arms.
“You were wonderful, sweetheart.”
“You too, Koushi.”
He placed a kiss on your forehead before nuzzling gently into your cheek. The two of you remained like that for a while, just entwined in each other’s arms and whispering sweet nothings to one another as you rested before journeying on the long trek back to your apartment.
“So, about that second date…” you began.
“Don’t tell me you’re already cancelling it?”
“No, no. Nothing of the sort.”
“What, then?”
“Well, I was hoping we could make it a third as well. I’ve heard it takes longer to dry clean coats versus blouses and I am quite fond of that coat, so you’d have to see me twice.”
“Longer huh? I’ve never heard that.”
“Oh yeah, it’s totally a thing. Definitely takes longer.”
“Okay, that’s fine. A third date it is.”
“Okay cool… And I mean if you want to dry clean my socks that’s like another two dates, you know. One sock per date?”
“Oh, two socks too much for you to handle on a date?”
“Yeah, especially when you’re involved.”
“Now look who’s sweet talking me, Sprinkles!”
“I learn from the best, now come on. Time to walk me home, Sugawara-sensei.”
“Hey! Do not be calling me that while in public. That sex was the hottest I’ve ever had, and I do not want to get hard in public reminiscing.”
With a laugh, the both of you locked up the school and headed towards your apartment hand in hand, the two of you chatting the entire way, ending what was a horrible day, on a fantastic note.