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The blackboard chalk ledge was digging into Nino's back.
"Ow," he hissed, and the complaint was largely ignored- he should have at least positioned himself better, considering he'd known what he was walking into. His paper hadn't been terrible at all; in fact, he'd gotten a B-. It was probably a higher grade than the actual work had deserved- especially considering that he'd typed it up in a half hour before class had started- but he wasn't about to mention that he was getting favored when there were fingers working their way beneath the waistband of his pants.
"Conference in ten minutes," Sensei breathed against his neck. "Gotta be there."
Nino looked up at the clock, which conveniently gave Sensei enough room to start sucking on his neck. He hoped the man wasn't going to leave marks- his collar wasn't high enough to cover them. He pushed at Sensei's shoulders a bit to get him to shift, and the man did- to his ear, to the sensitive skin trailing his jaw. "Okay."
It came out as kind of a half-groan, half-gasp, which was in and of itself just a bit embarrassing, but made infinitely worse when long fingers closed around his length. Jesus. He had to leave the classroom in ten minutes, and unless Sensei worked fast, there was definitely no way he was going to be able to waltz out.
"Sensei," he breathed, and then the man claimed his mouth again, hand curling all the way around his cock, and Nino thought wildly that he had a pretty good shot at making the deadline.
--
He took up the habit of smoking on the roof after class, to waste time until the rest of the teachers left and he could slip back down to Sensei's office. He was finishing up his last one when Sensei actually found him up there, and Nino didn't turn around, flicking the butt off the side.
"Have to head home early, tonight," Sensei said. Nino didn't have to see him to know how he was standing- hands shoved in his pockets, trying to look like he didn't care. He obviously did. His presence behind Nino's seated form was proof enough.
"Are you going to leave her?"
There wasn't a response. The moments of silence that ticked by were exactly the answer Nino had been expecting- the same reply he'd gotten the last ten times he'd asked the exact same question. It wasn't going to change; the more he asked, the more he realized that. And deep down, somewhere, he knew what that meant. He just couldn't fully believe it yet.
He kicked a bit at the railing. It hurt, but he laughed anyway. "Fuck you."
"Don't do this," Sensei sighed.
"Little late for that now," Nino snapped.
He expected something, but there was just another period of quiet, and the figure nearer the door moved until Sensei was standing directly behind him. Nino leaned back a little, shoulders settling against the man's legs.
"Should just go with you," Nino mumbled. Sensei's wife would get the shock of her life. But they couldn't go to his place, and they couldn't go to Nino's, either- what would Nino tell his mother? Hi, mom, school was fine, this is my teacher, just ignore any moans you hear coming from my bedroom, thanks.
Sensei made a noise that sounded like a mirthless chuckle had gotten caught in his throat. "We're going to get caught here, sometime."
"So get a hotel room," Nino said, irritably. He pulled out the box of cigarettes again; he was going to need another one if this was the direction the afternoon was heading in.
Then there were hands on his shoulders, kneading the muscles there. He hissed a little, but didn't light the cigarette, letting the man continue what he was doing- it felt good.
"You're too tense," Sensei murmured, and Nino swatted at his head. "C'mon. I can be a little late- I'll get a room."
Nino shoved the cigarette box back in his pocket, and stood up to follow.
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The sheets weren't even that high count- not like it made much difference when they were twisted around in his hands, coiled between his fingers. It gave him something to hold onto, at least, when he was struggling to keep himself up on all fours.
He could only hear his own ragged breathing, and the sound of Sensei's hips smacking into his ass. "Don't go home tonight," Nino groaned.
He got a garbled hiss in response, and a harder thrust that made him wince slightly. But he wasn't done, and he wasn't giving up- he had enough on the line. He was sick of playing second, and he was going to make damn sure the situation changed in his favor.
"Don't go home," he repeated, and clenched as tightly as he could. He was rewarded with a breathy moan. "Leave her."
"Yes," Sensei hissed, and then, "God, yes, yes, I will-"
It was the best orgasm he'd had in a very long time.
--
Sensei- or, Matsuoka, as Nino had been instructed to call him, despite the fact that he never, ever had- was late. He was supposed to be there a half an hour ago. Nino checked his watch again- more than half an hour ago. He had the bus tickets in his hand, and it was going to leave soon, and Sensei wasn't there.
And Nino was finally beginning to realize in the pit of his stomach what he'd known all along, what he'd known and simply not accepted because it wasn't the answer that he wanted.
Sensei wasn't coming.
As far as Nino could tell, he had three options. He could get on the bus alone and just go, just leave- but what would he do on his own? He could go to Sensei's house and beat the door down, but in the long run, that wasn't going to do him much good either.
Nino's hands were shaking around the bag he'd packed. His third option was starting to formulate in his mind, wriggling around his thoughts. He'd been promised- for fuck's sake, Sensei had promised him. He'd leave her, he'd leave it all behind. And there Nino was, standing alone in a bus station at ass-o-clock at night, feeling like a damn fool.
He took the last train home, shoved the still-packed duffel under his bed, and went to school the next day as if nothing had happened.
--
Sensei didn't look at him during class. His gaze carefully went in any other direction but Nino's, settling on the students around him and the curtains banging gently against the window. Nino had expected this- it made his plan easier. He was a good actor, but he didn't want the man to be getting any ideas.
He waited until the rest of the students had filed out, and then approached Sensei at his desk. The man was trying his best to look busy, but Nino knew him better than that. He knew the curve of his waist and the slope of his shoulders by heart.
"So, I guess you got busy last night," he started.
Sensei was shuffling some papers. "Look, Ninomiya, we need to-"
"Yeah, we need to talk," Nino said. "But we aren't going to. I dropped out. Today was my last day of high school."
That stopped him. Sensei looked up, confusion written all over his face. Maybe he was going to say something- but Nino wasn't going to give him the chance.
"It's been rad," Nino continued, "but I'm going to be a director. I have big dreams, and you'll only hold me back. I'm going to save up and move to America."
He paused, running his hands through the back of his hair, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. "I thought about telling your wife, but I figured maybe she should hear that from you. Which she will, I can only assume, because she'll be interested to know why it was you got fired today."
He was already walking backwards slowly when he heard the rap of knuckles against the door to the classroom. Sensei's face had gone very white, mouth slightly slack.
"Mm," Nino said. "I had a talk with the principal this morning."
His back hit the windows that connected to the door, and he paused, saluting a little in Sensei's direction. "I gave him some great details. I believe that's him, waiting with your termination papers."
He didn't really feel disappointed as he left the school grounds. He didn't really feel anything, but he knew that someday, eventually, he'd keenly feel the knife that was still twisting in his back.
--
He got a job at a department store in the electronics section the next day. It wasn't games, but it was close enough, and he could walk to the game store on his breaks to check out the new shipments.
And when he saved up enough money, he was moving to America.