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the sound of blaring music fills the entire room, Naoya is at a party. Dozens of lights fill the space, a headache if anything. He's of course in the middle of the mob of people doing what people do at parties. The stench of alcohol and weed burns his nostrils. While getting white girl drunk was his speciality, but today was different, his girl had broken up with him and he was totally hammered. Slobber leaking from his mouth, he was moving like it was his last day on earth, trying to forget today even though it was his fault. He had been cheating on her with multiple different women.
This shit isn't working.
It was indeed working but it wasn't enough for him. It wasn't much of the break-up that was taking that toll on him, his dad was on his back to raise his grades or else he would take away his allowance. His first thought was to call him a bitch but that wouldn't do much for him, later proven when he got slapped from his ex when he called her one. Eventually, once he's had enough of dancing he migrates to the other room. Lines of white powder along the pool table tempted him. After a long drag it was instant, his body was floating and the weight on him had lifted, only when the next day came around he would regret it.
After the party he went back to his dorm, his steps being all out of place but slowly getting there. When he finally got there, a sock was on the handle, it was tied weirdly not how he usually ties it, and the sounds of squelching coming from the room. Ah shit. A moment of thinking passed and he decided to go in anyways. What's the worst thing that could happen? My roommate wouldn't care anyways. Worst case scenario, I'm stuck listening which wouldn't be too bad. With the turn of the knob he entered the room, smelling of heavy liquor and strong cologne. Only when he saw the scene his mouth was left open.
Instead of seeing the girl he expected, his roommate was with another dude. What the fuck. Surprised, he quickly left, tripping on himself on the way out. He ran quick, only when he got to the lobby did he stop. He expected to be disgusted, mad, or anything really. He leaned against the closest wall and out of breath, his heart basically jumping out of his body and his face, even more red than what it was before. Trying to get the image out of head but he couldn't, the more he thought about it, the more flustered he got. Maybe it was just a masculine looking lady? No!? He was the one taking it!? Before long he passed out on the ground and blacks out.
After he wakes up to a security guard nudging his shoulder. "You're not allowed to sleep here." Naoya takes his phone out. The time is 4:09 am, it's only been 2 hours? "Hello? Can you hear me?" The security lady was shaking her hand in front of his face. He gets up, slouched, and shoves her to the side with his shoulder. "Yes I can hear you.". Even though it's only been 2 hours since he was wasted, the hangover was already showing up. A pounding headache was the only thing he could think of, that was until her got back to his dorm, the sock was gone but the image of his bro getting pounded was still in his head. Taking in a deep breath he opened the door and saw that his roommate was blacked out on his bed, still naked showing all of his business. He threw a pillow from off the ground on top of the other so he wouldn't have to look at his junk. He then fell on his own bed trying to go to bed.
When the next day came around he quickly checked his phone, 1:32 pm. Oh shit. Even though he's failing, his father would kill him if he figured out that he was skipping his classes. After he got a change of clothes on he was already 45 minutes late by the time he was out the door. On his way to class, he could not focus at all. After the scene from the night before all he could pay attention to were the butts from other dudes. Whether it was in jeans or dress pants, he was truly embarrassed.
When Naoya had finally gotten to his class, the sound of the door slamming open echoed throughout the room and all the eyes scattered across were directed towards him. Specifically, the professor had been looking at him. No, staring. His gaze, becoming increasingly more piercing after each second passed. "I see, a late student. Zen in Naoya was it? Please take a seat and see me after class." He said my name wrong. It was Professor Nanami, the most punctual teacher on campus. He was wearing a white button up shirt that was a tad small, a deep red tie that could choke him to death, and grey dress pants that made him look like an actual politician. Whereas on the other side, Naoya was in whatever dirty Tee-shirt was on the ground and old sweats that made him sag a bit, showing off his Calvin Klein undergarments. flushed with red he found the farthest seat in the back.
Even though there were only 30 minutes left in class, those 30 minutes felt like 100 years. From looking at the clock and his phone every 10 seconds, Professor Nanami had noticed, "Ahem, are you running late for something mister Zen in?" All eyes were on him once again, as if the professor were toying with him. "No? Then please pay attention, this will be on the exam." As if those last few words were a life line, all of the students had pulled out their notebooks and started writing down what was on the board.
After being called out by the teacher, he tried to stop glancing at his phone, instead he was trying to pay attention to something at least in the vicinity of Mr. Nanami.
Oh no.
The white button up was not doing him justice, or maybe too much justice. It was tight around the chest area so whenever he adjusted his shoulders, his pecs would protrude, and you would be able to see almost all of it. When he turned around, his belt tugged tightly around his waist, shaping his ass just perfectly. Tight and Muscled... Fuck. Naoya was hard.
After class ended, he tried to escape stealthily, especially since his little guy was prodded up, but also since he did not want to have that conversation with him.
Trying to blend in the crowd, Nanami called his name. "Where are you going? We still needed to have our chat." Naoya froze. Slowly turning back, and reluctantly stepping towards him. He used his small bag to cover his crotch and by the time he knew it, he was inches away from him. Surprised, he quickly stepped back, embarrassed. "You were late, that's not an occurrence for you." The older one sighed. "However, that's not why I wanted to talk with you."
"What did you want to talk about?" Nervous, he was swaying from left to right and fiddling with the rim of his backpack. "Your grades... If you keep up like this until the end of the semester, you will fail." A shiver of fear ran up his back. "What." The bag caught the other man's eyes. "But you're in luck mister Zen in, I provide extra lessons to students like you..." The bag now annoyed the professor. "Could you hold your bag properly? Sorry but it is indeed distracting." A visible lump went down Naoya's throat. He shuffled the bag to the side hoping he wouldn't notice. "Aren't you a little old for that?" Naoya's breath hitched. "Excuse me?" The professor narrowed his eyebrows but brushed it aside. "Never mind." Curious, he decided to test the waters. He rolled his shoulders making sure to stretch his shirt a bit. A swift move of the bag went back to covering the treasures. Nanami got the hint. "Even though I am not quite allowed to do this, for you I will figure something out. I can grant you some private tutoring lessons." Even though the younger one didn't usually listen to the older one, private lessons could be of some use to him. "Really? You can do that?" Excited to have a chance to not get a beating he would definitely take up that offer. "I worked with your father back in the day, I know how he can be." He grabbed a notepad and wrote something down. "Come to my studio on Saturday, I can help you mister Zen in." That's not my name. "It's pronounced Zenin, not Zen-in."
"Pardon?"
Naoya let out a sigh "It's Zenin, get it you old bat-" Shit. "Sorry it's pronounced Zenin. But I will have to take that offer." Before Nanami could process what he said, the younger one was gone.
"Old bat huh?" Can't wait.