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Men's bathrooms at high schools are always disgusting. If you were to walk into one right now, there would be a good chance that it absolutely stank of smoke, the sinks would be overfilled, there would be no toilet paper, and there would be piss in front of the urinals from guys who either got a bit overzealous shaking it off or were so exhausted from class that they missed the urinal completely. In short, people only ever go into the men's bathroom at high schools if they really, really need to.
And that's exactly where Leon Kuwata was. Arguably, he didn't need to be - he had just left his lesson to grab a cigarette somewhere that was hidden. Kuwata was sure that he was the sole reason for this disgusting bathroom smelling of cigarette smoke. He had picked up smoking just a few months before; it was a nasty habit, sure, but it took his mind off of the stress that was trying to start a music career when his school wanted him to do the complete opposite and continue to pursue baseball. Kuwata definitively knew that if he were to be caught smoking, he would likely be kicked out of Hope's Peak Academy as it would completely fuck with his health, and subsequently his ability to play baseball. Yet despite how bad it was for him, he just couldn't seem to stop.
Kuwata hoisted himself up onto the row of sinks, narrowly avoiding a suspicious looking stain as he slammed open a window at the top of the wall. He took the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and watched as a few fell onto the side of the sink and tumbled to the floor.
"Shit..." he mumbled under his breath, hopping off of the sink and bending down to pick them up.
And that's when he saw it.
Bending down, Kuwata could see under the bathroom doors which were slightly elevated from the piss-ridden floor. And under one of these stall doors, were a pair of definitely not men's shoes. At first, Kuwata thought that it may have been Fujisaki in there, and that he may have finally come to terms with the fact that he should definitely be using the men's room. However, Fujisaki's skirt was... poofy. And the skirt that Kuwata had been staring at for an uncomfortably long time was definitely not a poofy skirt. It was long, dipping slightly into the piss pool next to the toilet that this person was sat on.
Kuwata furrowed his eyebrows, picking up the few cigarettes that he had dropped and pushing them back into their pack. He approached the stall door with apprehension and knocked on it. "Hey. I think you have the wrong bathroom. This is the men's."
"Wh.. how did you... W-Were you looking under the stall door, you creep?!" came a shaky, definitely female, voice from behind the door. In fact, the voice was so definitely female that Kuwata even knew who it was.
"Eh? Toko?" Kuwata asked, pulling his hand away from the stall. "The hell are you doing in the men's room?"
"I-I.. didn't KNOW it was the men's room, okay?! Just.. j-just leave me alone!!!" responded the voice from behind the door. Kuwata could hear shifting from behind it and the door jolted forward a little, as if Fukawa were leaning on it.
Kuwata rolled his eyes, moving away from the stall door and back to the sinks. Fukawa being in there didn't change anything, and Kuwata could afford to care less about whatever she was doing in the first place. He removed one cigarette from the pack, laying the rest on the side of the sink. He removed his lighter from his other pocket, flicking it a few times until a bright flame shot up from the sparks. Lighting the cigarette and putting it to his lips, Kuwata took a deep inhale. He turned his head towards the window a little and exhaled, trying (and failing) to aim the smoke out of the window as to not stink up the bathroom.
It was merely a few more drags of the cigarette until the stall door swung open. Fukawa stood there, her eyes red behind her glasses and her face blotchy as if she had been crying. Her hair wasn't in its usual braids - she had taken the braids out and her hair, thick with grease, had somewhat stayed in its braided form, but just untangled, leaving her hair messy and twisted. She stomped over to him, shaking a piece of toilet paper off of her shoe, and stood in front of him. Kuwata pressed his lips down on his cigarette and spoke through the smoke leaving his mouth, "What?"
Before Kuwata could say anything else, the cigarette was snatched from his mouth with two fingers and placed between Fukawa's thin lips. She took a VERY long, deep inhale before pulling the cigarette out from between her lips with force, coughing and spluttering before she even got the opportunity to exhale.
Kuwata quickly snatched back his cigarette, putting it out on the edge of the sink and making sure to wipe the end of it with his sleeve. "The hell was that?! You can't just do that!!! The fuck did you inhale like a 50 year old chainsmoker for?! I swear you've never even smoked, the fuck just happened?" came the tirade of confused questions from Kuwata.
Fukawa was doubled over, still coughing onto the floor. A mix of phlegm and spit landed on the floor in front of her as she finished her coughing fit, reluctantly looking back up at Kuwata as she wiped her mouth with her hand. "N-No. I haven't. I just like how it smells."
"You can't just fuckin' do that! You just took my shit! You could've ASKED or something!" Kuwata continued to shout.
Fukawa placed a hand over his mouth, pushing him backwards with force as she did so. "Shut up, idiot!!! I-I don't want someone coming in here and.. seeing me like this b-because you're screaming..." she responded, hushing her voice down to a slight whisper.
Pulling her hand down away from his mouth and wiping it, Kuwata hushed his voice as well, speaking through gritted teeth, "Don't touch me - you just wiped your mouth with that."
He squared up, sighing. "What are you even doing in here, huh? Get the wrong bathroom or something?"
"I was in a rush." she replied bluntly, turning away and taking her glasses off. She turned on a tap, letting the water run for a bit before letting it pool in her hands and splashing it onto her blotchy face.
Kuwata idled for a few seconds. "Is there any point in me asking what's wrong or-"
"No. I'm just upset. Leave it." she responded, turning off the tap and breathing a sigh of relief. She looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, before looking back down into the sink. She looked defeated.
"...You can have the rest of my cigarette." Kuwata added, pushing it over towards her with two fingers. "I don't want it."
"W-What, you don't want it because I touched it?! Is that it?!" Fukawa replied, shooting a glare over at Kuwata.
"Just take the cigarette okay?!" Kuwata shouted, before looking over towards the door and then back at Fukawa, hushing his voice back to a whisper. "I'm trying to be nice here."
Reluctantly, Fukawa took the cigarette from Kuwata, putting it between her lips again. "Light it." she said, muffled as she hadn't stopped gripping onto the cigarette.
Kuwata took out his lighter and reached over to her, cupping a hand close to the cigarette and lighting it. "Exhale towards the window, okay? And don't do whatever that was before when you inhaled like that..."
Fukawa took a quick inhale, then faced up towards the window and exhaled the smoke out of it. After a few puffs and a few stray coughs, the two started to hear commotion from outside of the bathroom. Footsteps from outside sounded as if they were approaching the bathroom as two distinct voices echoed through the halls outside. Fukawa's eyes darted around like a deer in headlights before finally making contact with Kuwata's, as if she wanted to ask what to do but wasn't going to let her guard down around him like that. Kuwata's head swung around in different directions, before finally landing on the stall that Fukawa had been hiding in. He pushed Fukawa over to the stall, pushing his was in after her and slamming the door behind him. Fukawa sat on the shut toilet lid as Kuwata stood in front of her, their bodies packed tightly together within the dingy bathroom stall.
As soon as they made it into the stall, the door to the men's bathrooms swung open, and two sets of footsteps entered before the sound of the door closing echoed. The first voice that the pair heard was their classmate Mondo Oowada. The man had rested his hands on the edge of a sink and was kicking his foot on the floor, ranting to the person who had entered the bathroom with him. "I'm just so fucking done with his shit, y'know?"
"I know you are but that doesn't give you a reason to try and hit him! You're better than that, bro! Eugh, I smell smoke..." The second voice was clearly Kiyotaka Ishimaru. "Has somebody been smoking in here?!"
Kuwata's expression of apprehension grew. He looked down at Fukawa, motioning around with his eyes. Fukawa raised an eyebrow, and pulled his face close to hers, whispering in his ear, "J-Just whisper to me. They're loud anyway."
He cupped his hands around her ear and responded, "If Ishimaru knocks on this door you're fucked. He will probably be able to see both sets of our feet in the reflection on the mirror. You need to move."
"Move where?!" Fukawa whisper-shouted back, before Kuwata pressed his hand over her mouth.
Ishimaru scanned the sets of toilet stalls, looking for one which was occupied, and quickly found it. He knocked a few times on the stall door. "Excuse me in there? Have you been smoking in here?"
"...No." came Kuwata's voice from behind the door. His apprehension to answer may have been from the fact that he was a terrible liar, or it may have been from the fact that he had to shift around to a position where he was now sitting on the toilet, and Fukawa was sitting in his lap, straddling him with her legs for dear life.
"I don't believe you." Ishimaru responded, tapping his foor.
"Bro, just leave him alone, okay? Do you wanna miss any more class?" Oowada asked, followed by an internal sigh of relief from both people packed inside of the bathroom stall.
Ishimaru paused for a few seconds, before replying, "You're right. But I won't be forgetting about this." His footsteps reached the door before he turned around and asked, "Are you not coming?"
"I'll be a few minutes. Cooling off. You know how it is, bro." came the reply from Oowada. Fukawa buried her face into Kuwata's shirt in frustration, putting the whole weight of her body into his. His body tensed up a little.
The sound of Ishimaru opening and closing the door to leave filled the bathroom. Then, came the sound of Oowada's footsteps towards the stall that the two were in. Then, a heavy knock on the door.
"So. Who's in there with you?" Oowada asked.
Kuwata paused. Fukawa's eyes widened.
"...Nobody."
"You're such a bad liar, dude, just tell me who you're fuckin' and I'll leave ya to it. I saw two pairs of feet in there through the mirror earlier, dumbass. You're just lucky Taka was too busy sniffing the air." Oowada half-laughed, his hand reaching the top of the stall door as he rattled it. "Is it Maizono?"
"No dude just fuck off!" Kuwata snapped, reaching out towards the stall door to bang on it and bat Oowada's hand away. As he shifted towards, Fukawa felt the unmistakable pressure of something poking against her crotch through the trousers of the man she was sat on. Her face contorted into an expression of confusion and slight disgust. However, her legs could only tighten around Kuwata as she fought to stay on his lap as he shifted around. That's when Kuwata noticed it too. He stopped moving to fight Oowada away, moving backwards and trying to shift the feeling of his semi-hard dick away from Fukawa's crotch, in turn only making it more obvious what was going on.
"I can just look over the stall door, you realise that, right? You realise I'm tall? A lot fuckin' taller than you?" As soon as he said that, Kuwata spotted the unmistakable sight of Oowada's hair poking over the top of the stall door. Not only his hair, but his eyes. And they widened.
He immediately stepped back, raising his hands in the air as he did so. Maybe he was shocked to see Fukawa, maybe he was just kidding about the 'seeing two pairs of feet' thing. Either way, he backed off. "Well. I'll leave you two to it."
And with that, Oowada left the bathroom. The only people remaining were Fukawa and Kuwata, in silence horrifically embarrassed.
The first one to kill the silence was Fukawa. "This t-turn you on, does it? Me sitting on your lap in a f-fucking gross bathroom."
"Nononono hang on, you were rubbing on my dick! What, you want my body to just NOT respond to that?!" Kuwata replied defensively, throwing his hands up.
"I was 'rubbing on your dick'?! You were the one shifting around!" she yelled back, pushing his arms against his chest to keep him away from her.
Kuwata rolled his eyes. "Yeah for YOUR sake to stop us from being caught looking like we're about to fuck or something!!!"
"It's your f-f-fault we look like this!!!"
"It's your fault for going into the wrong damn bathroom!!!"
"It's your f-fucking--! I.. UGH!!!" Fukawa grabbed onto her hair, gripping it tightly, then grabbed Kuwata by his shirt, pulling her close to him. She stifled for a few seconds, locking eyes with the confused man, then pulled him into a kiss. The kiss wasn't long, necessarily. It wasn't good either. Kuwata wasn't exactly doing anything and Fukawa's bottom lip was shaking. But it was definitely a kiss.
She pulled away from his rather quickly, adjusting her glasses and biting her lip, looking away. Kuwata sat back in stunned silence.
"...What did you do that for?!" he exclaimed, his eyes darting around like a deer in headlights.
Fukawa stumbled over her words, trying to come up with some kind of logic behind it. "I-I... Look you have a b-bone and I. I just. I j-just kissed you, okay?! It isn't a big DEAL, I kissed you and that's it so.. d-don't tell anyone or-"
"No because now I feel like a fucking idiot." Kuwata interrupted.
"...Hah?" was the only response given.
"I feel like an idiot, that kiss was fucking terrible. I can kiss better than that." he grumbled, looking away. He clearly cared more about his ego than the kiss in the first place.
Fukawa gripped onto her hair with one hand and pointed a shaky finger at Kuwata with the other. "Y-You just want to kiss me again so you can get something out of it... So you can f-fuck me or something..."
Kuwata's eyes scanned Fukawa's body. He looked at the way that her legs were shaking a little as they gripped his sides, and the way that her fingers twirled her hair when she gripped it. As his eyes scanned up to her face, he felt his dick throb in his underwear, pressed underneath her crotch still. "Yeah. You're totally right, that's exactly what I wanted to do."
Fukawa closed her eyes, ungripping her hair and placing a hand on his shoulder. "This is weird. Y-You realise this is weird, right?"
"Do you not want to?" he asked her.
"No, I do want to, that's the issue. That's why it's j-just... weird." she replied, her hand tracing up to his face. She decreased the space between them, pressing her chest into his and kissing him again.
Quickly, Kuwata's hands shifted onto Fukawa's sides as he grinded his crotch into hers. He was the first to make an attempt to shove his tongue into her mouth, which Fukawa quickly accepted, scowling a little as she felt his tongue pass between her lips. Kuwata's hands left her sides as he reached towards his zipper. Fukawa pulled away, removing her legs from around him and stepping onto the floor.
"W-What?! Already?!" she asked, gesturing to his zipper.
Kuwata put his hands up, "What?! I can't feel anything through this stupid trousers!"
"So you're not going to do anything else. J-Just straight into it. You aren't even.. L-LOOKING at my boobs or anything?" she yelled, folding her arms over her chest.
"I'll look at your boobs, calm down, take your shirt off." Kuwata grumbled, still undoing his zipper and shifting his trousers down slightly, letting his boxers expose.
"Heh. You can't undo a b-bra?" she smirked, reaching her arms behind her and unhooking her bra as she dragged it out from under her shirt and threw it onto the bathroom floor.
"Sure I can I just... didn't want to. Can we just get back to it, okay?!" he yelled back. He pulled his trousers fully off and hung them up over the side of the stall as Fukawa unbuttoned her shirt.
Fukawa dropped onto her knees, positioning herself in front of Kuwata and looking up at him, still sat on the toilet. He looked away, "And you talked about me going straight into it..."
Fukawa shot a glare at him and gripped his thigh as if to silently tell him to shut up. She ran a hand over his boxers as he felt his dick throb again against the warm embrace of her hand. She traced shapes over it - really, it was just foreplay to mentally psych herself up for what was coming next, but either way it was enjoyable for Kuwata.
In one swift movement, she tugged his boxers down, leaving his dick exposed. His half-boner twitched under her touch as she grasped it with one hand, making brief eye contact wit him before looking away. She slowly moved her thumb up and down his shaft as his body trembled under her touch. Kuwata pursed his lips, not letting a sound escape from his mouth as she gripped his dick a little tighter and began to move her hand a little faster. He felt himself get harder with every stroke, catching glimpses of Fukawa's chest every now and then as she took soft breaths with her face inches away from his dick.
Fukawa's lips approached Kuwata's cock, hovering slightly over it as she opened her mouth. She looked up at him, and he looked back. Both of them had a quick moment of apprehension. Clarity, even. Fukawa was kneeling on piss-covered bathroom floor with her classmate's dick mere centimetres away from her tongue, and Kuwata had just received and handjob from a girl who he barely even talks to, sat on a toilet. Before Kuwata could even mention how odd the whole situation was, he was overcome with a feeling of pleasure as the head of his cock was taken into Fukawa's mouth.
She was apprehensive at first, her mouth closing around his dick and sucking lightly on the head, looking up at his face to see glimpses of pleasure for approval to continue. Kuwata moved a hand down to her head and she tensed up, preparing for him to lift her head and tell her to stop or that she was doing it poorly, but instead received a hand on the back of her head, pushing it further down his pulsing cock.
Fukawa continued to suck, twisting her tongue around his dick as she licked it. Kuwata moved his other hand to her head, gripping onto her hair just to have something to hold on to. His teeth gritted as he tried to prevent moans from escaping his mouth. Fukawa moved a hand down to her underwear, parting her legs and rubbing her crotch as she continued to suck Kuwata's dick. She moaned softly onto him, closing her eyes.
As soon as Fukawa closed her eyes, it was as if a switch flipped in her head. She went from apprehensive and struggled licking to vigorously bobbing her head up and down, struggling to reach the bottom of his dick merely due to gag reflex, but trying to anyway. Kuwata kept his hands gripped to her hair, groaning softly under his breath with every movement that Fukawa made beneath him. She removed her mouth, holding the throbbing cock in one hand in order to jack him off as she licked it, letting her spit run down his shaft and smear across her face.
Fukawa stood up, opening her eyes a little and then looking away again. She struggled for a second to take off her underwear, but was able to and threw them to the tiled floor as she did with her bra. She then positioned herself on Kuwata in the same position that they had been hiding in - her legs wrapped around his waist and his dick beneath her. She hovered for a minute above it as she stared down, then closed her eyes and placed a hand on Kuwata's face, slowly slipping his dick inside of her and yetting out a quiet yelp as she did so.
Kuwata pressed his lips to hers, moving one hand to his chest and grabbing her left boob within his hand aggressively. Fukawa's movements when riding him where slow and shaking at first, she moved up and down on his dick in slow jolts, moaning softly as she did so. Slowly but surely, she picked up the pace. Kuwata started to thrust his hips lightly, though it wasn't really doing much when Fukawa was already moving so vigorously on top of him, practically burying his dick inside of her.
The bathroom door opened.
The mood had been killed instantly. The two of them were now painfully aware of who they were, what they were doing, and the fact that they were in a piss-covered men's bathroom. Fukawa stayed in place on top of Kuwata, feeling his dick still throbbing inside of her as she shifted around uncomfortably.
The unknown person entered the bathroom and sighed at the disgusting sight of the place, then stood at the urinals to unzip his fly. Yeah, they definitely weren't getting back into it now. The sound of a guy pissing was echoing throughout the bathroom. Hell, Kuwata could evek feel himself getting softer inside of Fukawa?
The man at the urinals began to hum as he zipped his fly back up and walked to the sinks. Fukawa's eyes widened. It was the unmistakable sound of Byakuya Togami's voice.
Fukawa shook a little. Then, she closed her eyes, and started to move her hips up and down slightly.
Kuwata felt his body tense up. They had only been fucking for a few minutes, but he was already extremely close when Togami walked in, and now Fukawa was riding him again. He slammed a hand over his mouth, closing his eyes and and letting himself melt back into the mood. The humming and sound of a tap was drowned out by the feeling of pure pleasure as Fukawa picked up the pace of her riding him.
Neither of them cared about the noise of their wet thighs slapping together as Fukawa reached down to her crotch, rubbing her clit as Kuwata began to move his hips and thrust into her again. He pulled her body into his, picking her up as he got off of the toilet seat, still inside her. He pushed her back against the wall of the stall next to theirs and her legs tightened around him as he thrust into her repeatedly, shaking the stall door and the wall of the stall next to him. Fukawa couldn't hide her moans anymore, becoming louder and louder with each thrust into her.
He attempted to pull out of her to cum, but she wrapped his legs around him and pulled him closer. The force of her legs around him pushed him to finish, groaning loudly as he buried his face in the nape of her neck. He gave a few more pathetic thrusts before pulling out of her and letting her drop to drop to floor as he leant back against the wall behind him.
Between heavy breaths he muttered, "You... you're on birth control right?"
Fukawa nodded, adjusting her glasses and buttoning her shirt up again. Kuwata let out a sigh of relief, rubbing his temples. "You scared the shit out of me, dude..."
"D-Dude?!" Fukawa exclaimed in response, looking up at him from the floor.
"Also is your alter gonna kill me now that we've fucked orrrr?" Kuwata asked, pulling his boxers up and grabbing his trousers off of the stall door.
"W-Why are you acting so.. so c-casual?! Like you d-do this every day..." she asked, gathering her clothes up and wiping her mouth, redressing herself with the clothes which were now wet from the bathroom floor.
Kuwata shrugged and zipped his zipper, adjusting his hair and shirt again.
"Also... Syo only kills men that she f-finds attractive." Fukawa responded with a smirk, which was following by a fair few defensive grumbled from Kuwata.
Following the defensive mumbles, Kuwata continued, "We should do this again, y'know."
Fukawa paused for a few moments, looking down at the floor and running her fingers through her hair. She thought about it for a second. "Sure. Why not."
Kuwata grinned. With both of them now dressed, he unlocked the stall door to exit and...
...came face to face with Byakuya Togami.
Now that he thought about it, Kuwata remembered that he never actually heard Togami LEAVE the bathroom after entering it.
Togami's blue eyes shifted between looking at Fukawa and looking at Kuwata, scowling. He was holding out the pack of cigarettes that Kuwata had left out on the side of the sink with two fingers, keeping it outstretched in front of him as if it were the most disgusting thing in the world.
"You left these in here. I thought that I would wait until you're done so you don't leave them behind." Togami explained, dropping the pack of cigarettes into Kuwata's hands. He then turned to Fukawa, nodded quietly, turned around, and left with a disgusted look on his face.
The pair just stood there in silence.
Kuwata handed Fukawa a cigarette.