Shiroyama Yuu was used to a lot of attention. His friends and colleagues often told him it was because of his looks, but he didn't believe that. In his opinion, what drew people in was more their curiosity for what he was capable of doing - the talent he had with his fingers, his gentle and expert handling of stringed instruments. Others always found it incredibly romantic, and being someone who played emotionally didn't help either. And perhaps the way he poured his feelings out through sound and beat translated in the way he taught as a music professor in one of Tokushima's lesser known universities as well, so that people found themselves attracted to him and what he did. It was an amazing thing, sharing his love of music to those who were really interested, but otherwise it was just inconvenient sometimes, because people wouldn't leave him alone for the silliest reasons, like liking him for having such nice brown eyes that pierced through an audience's soul whenever he was found playing his favorite acoustic guitar. 

 

Which was the case, more often than not.

 

"I'd love to talk more, but I have papers to peruse and check."

 

Yuu tried to be as patient as possible as he said this to the group of young women still flocking around his desk in the music room after class, maintaining the smile on his face although it was already a bit forced. He had no problems with idle chatter from them about pointless things, but not for thirty minutes. This had to end, and if these students weren't going to conclude this mindless conversation anytime soon, then he was going to have to dismiss them by force and as politely as possible.

 

"I'll see you next week?"

 

Thankfully, the ladies got the cue and bid them goodbye, taking about ten more minutes of his time before they finally left to the thud of the closing door. Sighing, Yuu shook his head with a wry smile, finally getting started on the essays regarding musical theory that he had assigned as a special project for a few pupils who were on the brink of failing this semester. Hopefully, there wasn't going to be any more distractions...

 

However, it seemed like among those young admirers, there was this only one student who was completely different from the rest with one obvious reason separating them: he was a male, with wavy, shoulder-length brunette hair and a natural innocent-like baby face that could be used for some particular purposes he didn’t need to mention. Because of those said features, just like his music professor, he had his own fans as well even if he was just a freshman.

 

But he didn’t want their attention. He wanted it from the one and only Shiroyama Yuu.

 

With no word, a gentle and somewhat sly smile and a hand, he waved at the group of girls leaving the class before returning his gaze at the handsome sensei. His other hand propped his chin on the desk while bending over it slightly, totally going unnoticed by the older man who was sitting beside him with those papers Yutaka simply regarded as trash displayed before him.

 

Of course he had been there for no other reason to just watch his hot sensei working, ohhh, and what a sight to be seen.

 

But once his eyes suddenly caught his own name written on the top corner of the first page of his essay, Yutaka made soft grunting sound in displeasure. He knew by then he’d also be seeing a lot of red colored crossings, arrows and big, BIG, question marks on almost every available space.

 

“Nawh, sensei,” he suddenly moaned, startling the professor by his voice that so suddenly broke the silence the latter had allowed himself to sink into that he jumped in his seat, his red pen flying across the wooden desk, which Yutaka gladly helped him picking it up afterwards. Nonetheless, the male student kept on talking, now bending over the desk across from his sensei, cheeks puffed and flattened to let loose a frustrated breath. “I had been wrecking my brain for that one.”

 

Looking up abruptly, Yuu found that he wasn't quite alone just yet - there was still a student with him, seated behind him on one of the many armchairs that littered the room. This pupil's face was familiar, part of the group of girls he'd just dismissed, but it was only now that Yuu realized this was no girl. He was looking at a young man who looked like the exact kind of boy you took home to your mother.

 

"Holy- you startled me!"

 

Yutaka giggled quietly to himself behind his hand. His sensei was so cute! He didn’t even feel the slightest guilt of startling the other just now, but apologized anyway since he didn’t want to ask for more troubles than he already had.

 

Clutching a hand to his chest, Yuu watched as said student picked up his pen and approached him, prompting him to move back a bit. His essay? Raising a brow, Yuu looked down at the name on the work he was reading.

 

Uke Yutaka.

 

"What-why are you still here?" he asked, just a little bit annoyed but more because of being caught off-guard. Taking his red pen, he tapped the end of it on the paper before him. "And this is yours?"

 

“Hmm? Me?” His eyebrows perked, looking – or rather, distractedly staring – down the strong veined hand holding the red pen before he curled his lip in distaste, reluctantly nodding his head just a bit in dismissal. “Y…eah.” As much as he thought of his work as something disposable, he however still cared about it anyway, especially when music was his favorite subject, and because of the fact that this one hot guy was teaching it, it received the most attention from him than others did.

 

Or truth to be told, the professor was the only one receiving most of his attention, rather than the subject itself for almost the whole god damn semester—as dangerous and risky as it sounded, hence, his essay Professor Yuu had already started checking on really , and that’s one of the few…trash.

 

“Well.” Straightening himself from the desk with thumbs now hooking in the front pockets of his jeans, he said, “I’m just here to watch you.” As if doing so when his sensei was teaching in front of the class for every single period wasn’t enough. Damn, it was never enough to be exact.

 

Humming, he meandered along the wooden structure before reaching his professor, almost completely closing the distance between them, bold as he always was in his pace, determined even, which also made him different from the girls aside from gender, and he wanted to prove that. And now was the time. Despite how many failed attempts he’d had before, he was going to make sure this time was different. Hell, he admitted that Professor Yuu had been the only guy conquering his mind the second he made his first step in the class and had his eyes on him earlier this semester, leaving no room for good-looking boys of the same age as him or even the ones who were a few years his senior.

 

Taking hold of the already-loosened necktie snaking around right underneath his sensei’s folded collar, Yutaka jerked his chin forward as he pulled the fabric, drawing Yuu’s face close to his as he propped his chin with one arm against the surface of the desk near to the edge while leaning in slightly and giving his beautiful and blinding smile with a slow tilt of his head, his dark bangs falling gently into his left eye. “You know,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip at the sight of the full lips of Yuu sensei’s. “I’m just one of the many fans that you have. And sensei,” he leaned in closer from the desk and used his unoccupied hand to grip one of the arm rests of the chair his raven-head sensei was sitting on, trapping him as he moved to the side a bit, “I want you to have me. In every, possible ing way that I’ve always visualized.” He curled the tie a little, almost sounding like he was begging, “Please sensei, I know you can’t resist me, just like others.” 

 

Yuu knew where this was going, he just did. This wasn't the first time, after all, that someone had approached Yuu to express their "interest" in him. This Yutaka though... he didn't look like the type at all. He had such a naive-seeming aura to him, childish almost, and that adorable dimple that made its appearance as he smiled and giggled made him all the more sweet-looking. He wasn't though, obviously.

 

Yuu ignored the part of him that got excited at the thought of an innocent student of his surprising him with naughty little things while calling him sensei, holding his breath and not bothering to talk as he waited for everything to unfold. Yuu did make a move eventually, and staring up at the young man begging above him, he looked him in the eye and allowed a tense silence to hang between them for a while. And then, when it was too much, he yanked his tie away, giving the other a stern look before turning away and going back to his work, shaking his head slightly all the while. 

 

"I'm your teacher, so no. Go home, Yutaka."

 

Yutaka had expected the reaction anyway so he wasn’t surprised in the slightest and just turned his head sideways, looking away with a sigh — though not a defeated one. “But why should I go home, sensei?” His sweet pleading eyes returned to meet his stern-looking professor’s. “It’s still early. Don’t you think so?” Pouting, he made another daring move to press the same hand on the hard clothed chest, the other one working to unfasten the first few buttons of the raven’s shirt, revealing the lip-biting collarbone and smooth, mouth-watering pale skin. Yutaka suddenly had a hard time trying to steady himself as he pressed his thighs together at the sight. And God what a sight. The shock didn’t last long though as he forced himself to look back up at his sensei with a somewhat triumphant smile. “And you don’t have a class after this. Why don’t we spend some time together, yeah?”

 

Though, as he said that, something in the back of his mind suddenly rang him of a more  important thing he should have been doing. But he just couldn’t figure out what was it…ah what the hell was it really? What could possibly be more important than spending the time with his y professor anyway? Ah, push that away!

 

But the familiar broken voice - so so familiar, no doubt -yelling his name as the door burst open finally made him remember of the more likely important matter and he had to close his eyes as he in breath, biting his lip in annoyance as he let the lousy loud voice pierce through his ears. “Kaiiiiii—oh.” A pause. “Oh, dude, I’m soooo sorry.” And a giggle. “But we have work. Ya know?”

 

“Yeah I know.” I just ing remembered. And Yutaka still wouldn’t face his friend, who was on the verge to burst out laughing.

 

“I texted you early in the morning that—“

 

“Yeah I know,” he repeated, cutting in. He was more exasperated now and reluctantly he retracted both hands as he whirled to glare at the smiling intruder and walk away from his victim to take his abandoned bag somewhere in the corner of the class. Fine, his sensei was safe for today. There was still tomorrow, and the day after…and the next …

 

“Catch you soon, sensei.” Yutaka waved at the said male with a pout before harshly dragging his friend out of the class with him, cursing, “Damn you!”

 

***

Yuu's breath got caught in his throat as his student decided to pull a bold move, touching his chest and ing his dress shirt. Swallowing, he lifted his hands and was about to push those intruding ones away, maybe give Yutaka a serious talking to, but he wasn't given the chance. At that instant, the door opened and another student peeked right in, and before he could even say anything at all Yutaka was leaving.

 

Yuu wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, although he was unable to deny that he kind of liked how warm the touch felt. But he shouldn't! Yutaka was a kid, and a pupil of his no less. It had just been a while since he had been intimate with someone, and maybe it was catching up to him. It didn't mean he actually liked Yutaka.

 

Sighing and looking down at the papers he was trying to read through and check, he sighed. Huh. Maybe he should move, do this elsewhere. There was this quiet little café outside the university grounds he liked to frequent in, where people left each other alone. That was where he would go. Gathering his things and picking up his bag, he went off after pulling his coat on, slightly troubled with Yutaka's innocent face and suggestive actions dancing around the forefront of his mind.

 

Ah, damn, Yuu needed to get laid soon, and with a person who did not have anything to do with his teaching career.

 

***

 

“Did you have to ing ruin it? Did you?”

 

“Of course.”  His honey-blonde friend laughed as the brunette stared long at him with narrowed eyes, the tray of filled glasses he was holding stayed still as he clutched it tightly. “Okay, okay. I apologized anyway, didn’t I? But you didn’t pick up your phone when I called you so I had to drag my all the way from the art department just to get you.”

 

“You think I’d care about that when I was in the middle of something, Kou?”

 

His friend shrugged and made a wave of his hand. Yutaka huffed slightly, leaving to serve the customers with the drinks.

 

“Not that I knew, sweetie.” Kouyou replied once the brunette returned to the counter, one hand stirring a drink before he stopped, turning around to take something and looking back at the other with it in his hand. “C’mere.”

 

“No, Kou!” Yutaka gaped and took a step back, hating the sight presented to him. “Seriously? That’s too Barbie for me. I don’t need it, I need to maintain my y look and it won’t do that.”

 

His friend rolled his eyes. “It’s just a pink hair band, it won’t hurt you. Who knows, it could cheer you up?”

 

Cheer me up my , Yutaka thought to himself.

 

“Besides, your music professor isn’t here anyway to admire you.”

 

The main reason he’d chosen to work at this café was because it was one of his sensei’s favorite places, aside from the good payment. At least that’s what he could conclude from his – ahem - research months before. But it was rare to see his favorite guy here these days, much to his disappointment. But it wasn’t like the latter had always taken notice of him though…

 

***

 

 

Entering the café, which was warm and welcoming with its quiet hum, Yuu didn't bother to look around and made a beeline for the seats further inside, near the back and away from the people. Seating himself with his back turned from everyone so that he was facing a window, he picked up the menu, waiting for a server to approach and take his order.

 

“Uh, Kai.”

 

“Mmm?” the brunette responded half-heartedly, still a bit pissed by his friend. He continued scrolling through his phone screen.

 

“Kai! Get the here!” Kouyou hissed, standing on his toes and towering over the counter to grab at Yutaka’s tiny pony tail - which was tied with the said pink hair band - and drag the whining male from the wall. 

 

“What?” Yutaka batted his friend’s hand, keeping his voice low since he didn’t want to draw attention from the customers. “You were hurting me! If you have any—”

 

“Just,” Kouyou hissed and deliberately widened his eyes, thumbs jerking in one direction, desperately signalling Yutaka to look that way. “Look.”

 

Yutaka frowned slightly and huffed, crossing his arms and slowly turning his head. “Fine. You look so serious anyway—oh. . Ohmygod. You must be kidding me…!” Shamelessly half-screaming, he could feel himself melting right in the knees as soon as the sight of his Yuu-sensei came flooding his predator-like field of vision, no doubt bringing a quick knowing smile to his face and almost jumping on his toes like a happy kid receiving his big lollipop at a fun fair. 

 

“I’m not.” Kouyou smiled smugly, gesturing with one hand and bowing his head gracefully. “He’s all yours.”

 

“Right in the cage.” And the brunette quickly left to take an order from the new customer, his small ponytail swaying side to side cutely, the wavy unbound bangs were let loose freely.

 

Kouyou looked around before shaking his head as he chuckled, resuming his work. “Right in the café.”

 

“Hello, may I take your order, sir?” Yutaka didn’t bother to hide the excitement in his voice, but he could still maintain his calmness. And in that exact moment, the young male couldn’t help but bring his pen to his lips and gently bite the top end as he watched his lovely sensei sitting at the table. From the way his dark hair was slightly tousled and down to the shirt he’d been ing earlier now a bit wrinkled, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows…and more than anything, his favorite guy was still y.

 

Yuu was in the process of folding his coat over the back of his chair when the café server arrived and looking up at the familiar voice, he did a double take, eyes widening as soon as he saw who it was.

 

"You?" He stared at Yutaka biting on the end of his pen, gaze sweeping downwards at what the other was wearing with realization. "You... work here? I've never seen you in this café before." Was it a coincidence? Yuu didn't want to think Yutaka was only working here because he frequented this place, but... finding himself laughing, he shook his head a bit, brushing his hair away from his face.

 

"I'll have my coffee black. And a slice of your carrot cake please. And then, if you have the time—" He was placing the stack of essays he was intent on finishing today before him on the table. "Let's talk about your essay after your shift."

 

It wouldn't hurt to act like Yutaka's teacher and actually help the young man out, right? It would at least distract him from making all those inappropriate moves on his sensei.

 

“Alright.” Yutaka quickly wrote in the small notebook he was holding in his other hand, already satisfied serving himself with the sight of his music professor. What really hit him was the fact his sensei never really did notice of his presence in the café before, and God, the guy only used ‘you’ and not Yutaka, his name…ah man. How long had he been his student again?

 

But the younger male didn’t take it to heart anyway, and he even smiled as he added ‘Yuutaka’ and drew a tiny heart next to the order, but the drawing was quickly deformed as Yutaka lost his balance a little finally hearing the last part, causing his pen to scrawl across the paper.

 

“Eh, what?” The brunette blinked several times, almost couldn’t believe his ears. What the . Did his sensei just mention about… did he really…? But he didn’t want to talk about it! He thought he’d made it clear by dismissing it in the class! “But…” He bit his lip quickly, fighting the urge to look down at the trash on the table. But ugh, no matter how bad he wanted to avoid it… “Yeah...yeah, sure.” Turning around with a troubled face, he saw as his friend gave a questioning look when he walked towards the counter, almost stumbling once he reached it.

 

“What happened?” the honey blonde whispered, looking worried as he darted a look from the Music professor and to his friend.

 

Yutaka could only pout as he presented the notebook to Kouyou to let him read it and begin making the ordered black coffee. “Sensei, he… he… ahhh whatever!” The sudden outburst made his friend jump and hush him as eyes fell on them. “I still can escape through the back door right?” With a low voice, Yutaka asked as he took out a slice of carrot cake from the fridge, blowing stray strands from his face with a sigh, feeling like a deflated balloon losing the air as much as his spirit.

 

“I don’t know what made you change from a tiger to a little cub, but I can just say…” His friend placed a cup of coffee on the tray next to slice of cake, putting on a grin. “Good luck.”

 

“You don’t want to help me?” Yutaka pouted and brought the tray into his hands carefully.

 

“Well you’ve been doing fine without me all this time and I don’t want to find any trouble anyway. Now go. You don’t want to keep Yuu-sensei waiting for you, right?”

 

Yutaka grunted and made his way towards his professor with the said tray, before returning with it and also a defeated look, grabbing at his own hair as he walked all the way to the far end of the café and wanting to scream out his frustration. His friend just shook his head while he watched this, an amused smile on his lips.

 

“Shift is not over until another two hours~”

 

“I know, Kouyou. I ing know.”

 

 

***

 

“Damn it, he really just wants to make me cry. He’s still here. Unbelievable!” Yutaka whined and fluffed his hair after taking off the pink hair band then began changing into his casual clothes.

 

“Good luck,” his friend sang from behind.

 

“Shut up.” But seriously, what was so awful talking about his essay anyway? Sure he knew it was crappy and his sensei was going to give him a talk about how crappy it was…but that was all, right? It wouldn’t be that bad, and, if Yutaka had his way, he’d like to continue what was left in the class after that...

 

“See you tomorrow.” Kouyou waved excitedly before he dashed out of the café with a giggle to avoid the dagger look Yutaka was throwing his way. The brunette reluctantly turned to look at his professor and walked to stand next to him, folding his arms over his chest, again with his pout.

 

“Sensei.”

 

Yuu had to laugh at the pout on Yutaka's face the moment he was finally approached after about two hours, three cups of coffee, and another slice of carrot cake, noting the folded arms. Where had all of earlier enthusiasm gone? Waving at the seat across from him, he softened his smile.

 

"Sit down. And don't look at me like that."

 

Sipping from his coffee and watching the other take the offered seat, he let the silence brew for a while, leaning back on his chair as he placed his cup back on its saucer before finally opening his mouth to speak.

 

"I wanted to be a music teacher because I'm in love with sound. It's magical to me, the way it's created, and how. Simply being able to play isn't enough for me, because I like talking about how music has evolved too, discussing its history, reading about what one musician thinks about another's work, talking about thoughts relating to a composition and what feelings or thoughts it evokes. Aside from that, I also want to meet others who share the same love I have. And I'm able to do all that in my profession."

 

Smiling gently, Yuu leaned against the table, watching his pupil with a soft smile. "What do you love doing, Yutaka?"

 

And it actually took Yutaka nearly one or two minutes to finally give a response. Blinking his eyes once and staring down at the table with a puzzled look, he slowly shoved his hand into his hoodie jacket pocket and shifted in his seat until he was able to look back at Yuu and speak, his voice controlled. “Uhh…I thought we were supposed to talk about my essay only? Sensei…?” Why not just, directly talk about it? He’d been preparing himself for that one, without expecting the uhh, starting speech. That would have saved the time, right?

 

 Then he thought of his professor’s question, his expression dissolving into a concentrating one as he lapsed into silence. It would be no use arguing with the older male especially when that mind-melting soft smile had appeared and been used against him…. Yutaka felt his cheeks warming up a little bit.

 

“I love traveling, listening to music and playing with my one guitar and my cats at home…” He gave a bland, elementary-like answer despite the time he took to reply. “Oh kay, fine. And also maybe fooling around a little with people, do lots of fun stuffs young people like me always do.” He added with a shrug before leaning against the table as well, holding his professor’s gaze with his narrowing one before he broke into a sweet smile within a blink. “Satisfied with my answer, sensei? Or do you want me to also include the fact that I also love watching you in the class, while in my mind I always picture you doing lots of ‘something else’ with me, anywhere at any time. And as creepy as it sounds that I care less, every action you do never misses my sight.” If only his focus on his study was that much without using it in the wrong way, he would have saved himself from failing this semester, but no, he really couldn’t help it. Yutaka pouted. “I’m just really, insanely crazy about you, sensei.”

 

Then he suddenly stood on his feet, leaning over as his arms braced against the table, the smile on his face grew as each inch drew his face closer and closer to his professor’s, arching his back just slightly as he tilted his chin the wide front of his black tank top hung loose from his shoulders, revealing a smooth plane of chest for the other to see. “Have you ever thought what it’s like to be inside me? Don’t you want to go for it? Maybe after that I can finally pay attention to my study.”  He pinched his lips slightly, dropping his eyes to watch his finger slowly trace some random shapes against the surface; a suggestive motion. “Sensei, you sure don’t want to fail this student of yours.”

 

Yuu stared at Yutaka in exasperation and then  bafflement at the other's next words and actions, eyes wandering towards that exposed flesh, if only fleetingly. Forcing his eyes back on his student's face despite the distraction being offered by the chest, he tried to appear exasperated, although he was more amused and taken aback. Couldn't he get this pupil of his to become serious?

 

Shaking his head, he sighed and brushed a hand over his hair, tucking the dark strands behind an ear. Maybe... would he risk it? It was for Yutaka's future, wasn't it? And it wasn't like he was going to really do it... yes, he was lying. But then, it would have a good outcome and maybe would even put Yutaka's life back on the right track.

 

"If you don't fail any subjects this semester, I'll consider it." He replied in a low and secretive voice, crossing his legs and his arms slowly, leaning back against his seat with a slight smirk. "Of course we'll have to keep it a secret, just between you and me." Tilting his head to the side a bit, he raised a brow. "You think you can do that, Yutaka?"

 

Hidden by his crossed arms, Yuu had his fingers crossed.

 

Yutaka had already said every little gesture his Yuu-sensei made never missed his sight, hadn’t he? So from his very experienced observation, he could tell the professor was affected by him, even though it was a little bit, and his resistance towards the younger male just lacked one sense—conviction, since in the class earlier…he just needed a little push, no, a hard kick would have been better. 

 

Or even slamming him against a wall and kissing him hard and rough and demanding to be ed—

 

A challenge, huh?

 

But Yutaka was patient, so he knew he could do it. What did his professor think of him? Some weak kid? Please. How the hell did he manage to survive through all those few months though? He wouldn’t have made it if it was some minor crush. Slowly pushing himself to a standing position, Yutaka chuckled lightly. He was amused, really, as to where this was going. He knew his sensei was just trying to help him out anyway, and he’d gladly accept the offer.

 

“Alright, I will keep it as a secret as you requested, sensei. And I have about two weeks to prove to you I can literally pass all subjects.” He let his eyes fall on the neat stack of papers placed on the table, taking them into his hands and searching for his essay. He was no longer unnerved by the sight of the red marks and if anything, they fuelled the geek side deep inside him his professor never knew of. “Until then, you think you can wait for me?” Even if the raven-head was going to push him away again by the end of the next promising two weeks, Yutaka swore he wouldn’t stop pushing him over to the edge anymore. Already found the said writing, he then held the folded paper in one hand before gently pressing it to his now smiling lips. “Because I can. And always do.”

 

So bring it on.