Annie Wannie

Law school was the hardest thing ever. When they said law was one of the hardest out of all the majors they weren’t lying, and to top it off the professor they got was the most stern and strict person ever. Despite this, you still stayed on top and took some court cases, extra credit, and anything else that kept you on the top of the scoreboard. Being the top student also meant that your professor made you an example to the class.

It was a blessing since being at the top meant he’d tutor you on stuff you didn’t understand. And even though he was a stern bastard, he was a sexy bastard.

Second semester though was a kick in the ego department since the work, notes, and court cases got progressively harder and it was stressing you out since if your grade slipped below a C, you’d get kicked out or sent to a under program for law students. So, you did what every stressed out student would do in a time of need.

You cheated.

You cheated hard. It wasn’t major cheating but it was enough to suddenly bring your grade up from a high C to a A+ in a matter of a week. It was a time of need and you didn’t want to drop your classes, and you didn’t want to leave your handsome tutor either.

But, Hiraguma wasn’t stupid. It was unusual for your grade to drop then suddenly rise in a week—and the assignments would take more than just a day —at the very least weeks to make up half of this work. So, he knew you either cheated or turned it in on a whim. That wasn’t like his star student at all and he’d have to talk to you on your tutoring days.

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Monday was the start of a new week and today was their tutoring session, adjusting his tie as he saw you walk in his office. You always walked in with a nervous but confident demeanor, but he didn’t like the nervousness—Lawyers aren’t supposed to nervous when their clients life was in their hands.

“Did you lock the door?” He asked, leaning his head in hands. When you nodded yes he motioned for you to sit in front of him, standing and grabbing a folder of papers.

“I saw your grades went up. Guess you’ve been studying for your exams, hm?” He asked, standing next to your seat. You nodded, starting to get nervous about him bringing up your grades.

“Lawyers look everyone in the eyes when asked with a question—you know this.” He walked closer, dropped the folder and opening it up. He leaned against your seat from behind, his head tilted as he looked your obviously cheated assignments.

“You dont write like this at all, and there’s discrepancies in your work. Have you been studying during your court cases?” Hiraguma stared down at you with those perpetually tired eyes that were equally intense and attractive. His stare made your mouth go dry and you kept your gaze down as you lied and said yes.

He leaned down, his big arms caging you in your seat. Hiraguma tilted his head to look at your face, noting the small seat on your brows, how you fidgeted with your fingers. It was all signs of a liar. But, he still wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt.

You were still his favorite.

“Why aren’t you looking at me? What did I say about eye contact?” He asked, his gaze deepening as he got closer to your face. Nervously, you looked up at him and said yes again, stumbling as you tried so hard to keep your gaze on his face and not the ground below.

“Guilty people always stutter when they’re presented with a threat, dear.” Hiraguma said, one of his arm that were caging you came up to grab your face, his thumb and forefinger holding your cheek so hard that your lips pursed out a little. His hands were surprisingly soft with a little bit of roughness that naturally came with a man like him.

“Did you cheat on your assignment, [name]? I thought I taught you that I don’t like dancing around a topic for so long.” He asked, listening to you explain that second semester was basically kicking your butt, but you swore up and down you didn’t cheat on anything since if he found out, only god knows what he’d do.

He just hummed, standing up straight as he walked towards his perfectly neat folders and grabbed a sheet of paper and placed it in front of you. He handed you a pen and went back to caging you in his arms, looking down at you.

“Let’s test your knowledge then. If you want to keep that A, then show me you know your stuff.” He demanded, pointing to the worksheet. You didn’t study for weeks, just copying and cheating so all of your prior knowledge went out the window. Hell, you didn’t pay attention in any of his lessons since you didn’t expect him to find out so fast.

Plus, you could feel his presence and it was strong. He wasn’t happy.

You nervously tried to work on the task at hand, gulping as your hand shook violently. Hiraguma shook his head each time you got a question wrong, his tone leveled and scarily calm.

“Wrong again.” He said, letting out a deep sigh. “You’re my star student—a soon to be lawyer, and you can’t do this? Where’s your head at?” He leaned his head down, his breath hitting your neck as he muttered. “I can’t have my favorite student flunking this bad—not when you represent me..”

He removed one of his hands from the desk and brung it up to your neck, his big hand wrapping your throat with firmness but still being gentle not to actually choke you. He could feel you suddenly tense up, your breath hitching as you sat stiffly. He crack the tiniest smirk and spoke, his voice low and calculated.

“Can you try and remember what I taught you? Im getting impatient.” Hiraguma asked, watching you nod and look at a different question. His presence, his hand that caressed your pulse point, it was all so distracting and it was unclear if you wanted to purposely fail just so he wouldn’t leave.

By the grace of any heavenly being, you got a question right, letting out a sigh of relief. That same sigh caught in your throat as he pressed his mouth on your neck, slowly kissing on it as he murmured.

“Good job. I knew you had it in you.” He murmured, his lips moving agonizingly slow up and down your neck. “Keep going—finish the assignment’

It took all your willpower to not just sit there and focus on his lips and hand, but every time you so much as slowed your writing down, he’d stop. It was torture in the best way possible. When you did get questions right, he’d was rewarding it with a praises of acknowledgment—slightly biting on your neck.

Finally, you actually finished the assignment and he let out a hum of approval, removing his head off your neck and looked at your assignment to fact check it.

“See? You had no reason to cheat in your recent work.” He said, placing it down and going to sit in his chair. Once he sat down, he motioned for you to come here, patting his lap.

“Let me give you a reward.’

Your face immediately got hot—was he actually telling you to sit on his lap? Did he just mean come here? Regardless, you stood up and walked to his seat, standing over him. His hand came up to rest on your lower back, pulling you on his lap so you straddled his thigh. He looked up at you with his tired eyes and smirked, noting that your hands trembled.

“Are you nervous?” Hiraguma asked, raising a brow as you shook your head no, not wanting to show that you were indeed nervous. His free hand that was originally on the armrest of he seat came up to your hip, rubbing circles on you.

“Look me in my eyes—it’s rude to not appropriately look at someone when they’re gifting you something.” He whispered, his hand on your hip trailing down to your thigh, sliding to your inner thigh.

He leaned closer to you, tilting his head to look at you properly as his hand on your back scooted you closer to him. He was so handsome up close from the way he looked up at you like you were the most attractive thing ever, to the way his eyes flickered to your lips. It all felt surreal.

“i hope you didn’t think your lesson was over.” He whispered, noting how your eyes widened a bit. He chuckled a bit before leaning closer, his lips dangerously close to yours.

“You violated a code from your cheating, and it’s up to me you make up for 4 weeks of work.” He said, burying in your neck and nipping at it.

Suguru never fit in particular with the crowd—he usually stuck out like a sore thumb. His ear gauges that hung low in his ears, his baggy clothes that either said something stupidly cringy or had bleach stains on them, and his slightly smudge eyeliner he’d forgot he put on while rubbing his eyes.

Suguru Geto was a Emo boy.

It wasn’t unknown to his peers in his college campus—the girls always said that ‘emos did it the best!!’ But, they didn’t ACTUALLY want to be seen with someone like him.

Parties were a drag too since most of the girls who flirted with him and gave him their numbers usually ghosted him after a day learning that his style was who he was and not just a style choice.

It was exhausting.

Part of him accepted the fact that he’d be alone in college his whole time there, but Satoru never gave up in trying to push him out there.

“Dude! Don’t think like that! She wasn’t even that cute to be that upset about.” Satoru said while they walked down the hall, his arm thrown around his best friend. Another girl ghosted him after learning his favorite band wasn’t Chase Atlantic, but Taking Back Sunday.

“It’s whatever dude, I’m not going to another party.” Suguru groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Satoru groaned dramatically before patting him on the back.

“Well if you ever change your mind, next week the Sorority girls are throwing something—I think Shoko’s hosting it.” He flashed a roguish grin before waving bye, walking to his class.

Suguru sighed and walked into his classroom, the blaring lights hurting his head. God, he was tired of this stupid class. What even was it? Biology? Chemistry?

He walked to his seat that was right in the back-ish of the class and opened up his notebook, grabbing his headphones so he could blast his favorite bands. It wasn’t like he needed to focus—he was the best in terms of academics.

Except for his best friend.

This lecture was always so long and boring—it was always the same bullshit. Days like this he’d take a break from writing or doodling and lean back in his chair and look around the classroom, possibly looking at something that wasn’t his notebook. Usually, it was always the same banners, windows, and maybe a new poster.

But today was different.

In the corner of his eye he saw someone he hadn’t seen before, their hair caught his attention and sooner or later he turned to get a better glance.

They had makeup on but it was intricate and detailed and it was white, the eyeliner bold and dark with designs everywhere. Their outfit was black and ripped but still put together. They looked like they came straight out of a witches daydream.

They were different, just like him.

He didn’t know how to process that someone across the room was similar in style to him—or even had the same color black as him! He looked away and chewed on his pencil, wondering if he should talk to them or just let nature take its course.

He procrastinated so hard that by the time he actually got an answer to his inner turmoil the class was over. He gulped and was about to walk over there before they were already in front of him, looking down at his sitting form.

“I like your ear gauges. I saw them across class but I didn’t wanna tell you during the lecture.” They said, their body language telling that they were kind of nervous too. He subconsciously touched his ear gauges, not use to anyone calling them cool and usually hearing the word ‘weird’.

“Oh. Uh—thanks.” He stumbled out, clearing his throat so he could actually formulate a better response. “I’ve been stretching them since eight grade—I think they’re a twelve gauge.”

Their eyes lit up in curiosity, leaning against the desk next to him. He noticed how they actually looked interested in his style—and it made his heart feel oddly warm.

“Since eighth? You’ve had them in for so long?! Does it hurt to stretch them?”

“Not really. You’re supposed to oil them so they don’t particularly hurt when you put in a new gauge.”

They nodded, examining his ear gauges with a look of surprise and excitement. Suddenly, he felt self conscious of the gaze on his ears since no one else has ever cared to ask about them.

Suguru looked up them and examined them up close. They looked something from a dark fantasy—but in a whimsical way. It was a lot going on with their outfit but he loved it.

“Oh—I like your outfit, It’s so cool.” He complimented, leaning back in his seat. They chuckled nervously, a small blush appearing on their face.

“What’s your name? I’ve never seen you in this class ever.” He asked, raising a brow.

“Oh it’s [name]! I just got transferred in since my classes were all mixed up. It took a while for it to actually finalize.”

“You’re willingly taking this class?”

“It’s interesting! What’s wrong with it?!”

“It’s incredibly boring. Are you sure you’re doing this of your own free will?”

“It’s called having a major smartass.”

They both laughed at the banter and back and forth they did, the camaraderie so normal like they’ve been friends for years. When they stopped laughing, Suguru hesitated for asking for a number since his past experiences with getting numbers still didn’t go so well..

Yet he didn’t have to ask, cause they did.

“Can I have your number? I wanna talk to you more—and it’s nice to see someone on the same side as me. Dressing wise.”

Suguru nodded faster than he could think, already pulling out his phone and swapping numbers with them. He’d never been this oddly excited to get a persons number before—but granted most of the girls or people he met were the same that thought ai memes were hilarious.

“Great! I’ll talk to you soon..?”

“Suguru.”

“Suguru! I’ll talk to you soon, Suguru!”

They grabbed their bag and waved bye before leaving the classroom, leaving Suguru alone. He had this weird warming feeling in his heart—like it was on the stove and the heat was turned up to max.

He was ready for classes to end.

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“Dude! Finally! I told you you’d find someone as dark and gloomy as you!” Satoru said over the mic, the sound of shooting from the console and tv muffling as they talked about what happened today.

“First, we’re not dark nor gloomy. Second, I don’t wanna get too excited. Just cause they’re cool looking doesn’t mean they aren’t gonna ghost me.”

Suguru always looked on the dark side of things, thinking like this always made sure his hopes were never high—and his heart and feelings were never crushed.

“Whateverr! She’ll text you if she’s weird like you—damn it!” He yelled over the mic as he got killed by another player. Suguru just rolled his eyes and continued to play, ignoring his phone for around a hour.

Sooner or later, his phone dinged. He glanced over at it, expecting a notification from one of his apps but his eyes widened to see their name pop up in their messages.

He dropped his controller and grabbed his phone with a quickness he’s never had. What the hell was going on with him? Was he really selling the game cause someone texted him.

Yes. Yes he was.

It was a simple message really. A hi with a couple extra I’s at the end of it. That meant they were excited to talk, right? It would be rude to not reply the same..right?

“Just reply back with a hey! This isn’t that difficult!” Satoru yelled over the mic as he paused the match so he could coach his best friend through his first messages.

“Alright, alright! You don’t need to yell.” He grumbled, biting his lip as he did exactly what Satoru said.

Heyy what’s up?

Ugh, he felt like a loser. Regardless, he sent the message and stayed on the page despite Satoru yelling at him to leave. They’ll reply soon, so why’s he just sitting there waiting?

Surprisingly enough, they replied just as fast.

Nothing! I just got home from classes and I’m so tired lol. What’re you doing?

He gulped and typed back with sweaty palms. He was trying to sound cool and nonchalant even though his heart was beating out his skin.

Sameeee I’m just playing the game with my friend rn

Oh? Should I text you later then?

Nah baby you’re okay

Satoru urged him to use a stupid pet name because according to him “People loved when you flirt a little bit!!” He hoped he didn’t slip and make them uncomfortable—and if he did he’d immediately blame it on Satoru.

His message popped up as liked and he let out a sigh of relief, watching the text bubbles appear as they texted back.

If you’re suree then <3

He gulped, like audibly gulped. They were matching his energy perfectly and god he was so nervous to not fuck it up.

Sooo tell me about yourself. You dress like that everyday?

Only when I know someone’s watching

So you dressed like that for me?

Only if you tell me you dressed like that for me

Damn, you got me. I’ve been stalking you for years

I knew I felt a presence everywhere I went!

He laughed at their banter, completely forgetting about Satoru (who was yelling at other players on the game) was on the other end. It felt like the classroom again but through text and for the first time in a while he felt comfortable and actually eager to talk to someone.

I’m better at talking about myself in person, sooooo

Im free tomorrow

Then let’s hang out tomorrow! I wanna get to know my stalker

Lol, alright I’ll make sure I got my best attire for you

Aw I feel flattered! See you tmr then <3

He turned off his phone and let out a loud sigh that alerted Satoru through the microphone. He eagerly asked how the chat go since he was gone for a minute and was getting tired of holding their base down.

“I think I have a date tomorrow..” He said over the mic. Satoru immediately yelled and cheered for him, laughing as his best buddy finally had a date.

“YEAH! Finally! I knew you’d get that little weirdo to go out with you!” He laughed, though he was genuinely happy for him. He knew he had bad experiences with anything—even making new friends. So, he hoped this was the beginning of something different.

“Whatever dude, Let’s just keep playing.” He groaned over the mic in embarrassment, hearing one last laugh come out of Satoru before they divided their attention back to the game at hand.

Even as he played though, his mind kept wandering to them and howd they look tomorrow—even how they’d sound tomorrow. It was embarrassing to say that when he got off the game he went straight to sleep.