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Keito was never the type to indulge himself in matters of romance. Whether it be a fleeting crush which took no willpower at all to ignore, or an infatuation he could barely rein in whenever he saw the girl that lingered on his skin like a tattoo. Ever the diligent worker, he would push those feelings aside and give you the most stoic greeting known to man and interact with you even more stiffly.
However, tonight, his mind would not let itself stray from you. He knew these sorts of thoughts were impure. After all, he was a son of a temple, born and bred. But every time the desperate look and breathless whimper you had given him that day replayed in his mind, he could only feel the tent in his pants rise higher.
Earlier that afternoon you were helping him carry a large stack of folders from the school library to the student council room, even though he had insisted he could do it himself. You merely shook your head and took half the load, already turning your heel and striding off. The green-haired man could only go “how incorrigible” and follow soon after, only them realizing how quickly you were walking.
“Oi, you’re practically running in the hallways! Slow down or you’ll get hurt!” He scolded from behind you, speeding up himself in order to catch up. Right as he sped up to meet you in the middle, you came to an abrupt halt, causing your two bodies to collide and send you sprawling forwards. “[Name]!” Letting your first name slip from his mouth along with all formalities, his priority was your condition. You let out a sad whimper as you continued to lay sprawled out on the ground, slowly starting to prop yourself onto your elbows.
As his eyes trailed down your body to search for any injuries, they met directly with a pair of lacy white panties and a plump behind covered by them. In the midst of slipping, your skirt had fallen up and was no longer covering the areas it should have. Keito was rendered completely speechless as his voice caught in his throat and blood rushed to his cheeks (and perhaps somewhere else, too).
The rustling of paper and painful whine from you brought him back to the present, now hyper aware of the situation. He immediately dropped the stack of folders he was carrying to the side and rushed to your front, scanning your face for injury. When your teary eyes met his and his name escaped past your lips, he could only think about how vulnerable you looked. Trying his hardest to push away whatever inappropriate thoughts his mind was leading him to, he crouched down and guided his hands to help you stand up.
“Keito-kun…” You whimpered again at the ache in your knees. Keito looked down and saw that they both had a rug-burn, giving you a thorough optical examination. You looked up at him with those puppy-like eyes, still shining with tears and he clicked his tongue and averted his own. “Sorry… I should’ve listened to you…”
“Let’s just get you to the infirmary first.” He crouched down again to start picking up the scattered papers and you followed in suit, only to cry out softly at the ensuing sting on your skin. “Let me handle this.” You gave him a sullen nod and shakily stood straight, bowing your head the way he used to when he got scolded at the temple. As soon as he was done gathering the sheets neatly, he stacked them and moved them to the nearest classroom, setting them atop a desk.
“But, shouldn’t we bring those back first — ?”
“We can worry about that later, alright?” He repeated the age-old habit of giving you gentle pats on the head with a reassuring smile. You smiled back, albeit a bit weakly. He offered his arm to you to steady yourself upon as soon as he noticed your wobbly steps down the length of the hallway, his hand slipping into yours almost perfectly. For the rest of the walk to the infirmary, you clung to him with the steadiness of a newborn deer.
The walk was most silent, save for the squeak of your shoes against the floor and an occasional repressed whimper of pain.
“Did… did you see…?” You mustered out as the walk felt as if it were only getting longer. Keito sucked a sharp breath in and paused, knowing deep down inside the subject you were asking him about.
“See what?”
“Oh. Nevermind…” He snuck a glance at you and was met with red cheeks and eyelashes batting to the side, an uneasy grimace on your face. “It’s okay if you saw, though… just don’t tell anyone, please…” Your grip on his arm and hand tightened as your cheeks flushed ever more, causing Keito’s mind to spiral. He felt as though his glasses would crack at any moment.
“I didn’t see anything.” He decided it was best to pretend that he didn’t see, for the sake of your pride and the sustained working relationship between the two of you. Or was it a friendship between students? Oftentimes he struggled to differentiate, although he would always insist to his fellow student council members it was the former rather than the latter.
Upon arriving in the infirmary, the once sleepy-eyed Jin Sagami immediately looked more alert at the sight of you and him entering the office. At a glance, the situation was rather — ah, he was a teacher, he shouldn’t have been thinking these sorts of things about his own students. However, your injured knees and the blushing faces of both you and Keito? It was certainly a bit… you know.
“Well, what do we have here? Little lady, are you alright?” Jin slightly leaned down to peer at your face, your eyes still glued to your shoes. You mumbled something and nodded slightly, face still pink. “Are you sure?”
“No, she isn’t. [Surname]-san fell in the hallway.” Jin nodded in understanding, stepping aside. “Please take care of her promptly.”
“Mhm. Now, if you would come with me. I’ll get you fixed up in no time.” Jin gave you a comforting smile as you hesitated to let go of Keito’s arm, instead stumbling towards the teacher without the support. He caught you at once, your head meeting his broad chest instead of the cold floor of the infirmary. “Woah there, easy.” A rush of jealousy surged through Keito as he was stuck on his next action. Should he stay or return to doing paperwork? There were documents due for an upcoming DreFes and he needed to swiftly complete them if he didn’t want to stay late past sundown at the school.
You took Jin’s guiding hand as he led you to a bed to clean and bandage your wound. Keito could only stand stiffly to the doorway, still unsure of his next move.
“Well, uh, [Surname]-san. I wish you a speedy recovery. I apologize for crashing into you in the hallway, that was very irresponsible of me who was even chiding you for possibly putting yourself in danger.” He turned and made a beeline for the door.
“It’s okay, Keito-kun. See you later.” Your voice softly called out from behind him, a soft squeak of discomfort soon echoing afterwards. Your words did little to ease his racing heart and mind as he continued to walk away from the scene.
That was the last he’d see of you today.
On the walk home, he texted you about your condition.
When he asked, you had sent him a selfie of you and your bandaged knees, holding up a victory sign. He smiled and let out a sign of relief, glad that he didn’t cause you any more pain.
Anyways, back to the present.
It kept replaying. Your low voice. The flipping of your skirt. The holy grail he saw in front of him soon after.
Was it inappropriate for him to be thinking like this? Immoral, even? You had been in a position of need and vulnerability at the time and yet all he could think about now was how utterly desperate you behaved in the moment. He wanted to evoke that sort of reaction out of you with purpose, not out of pain like that. All those thoughts drifted away like sand as he imagined the feeling of his cock pressing against your ass, the pillowy flesh meeting his hard length. As he hastily grabbed a box of tissues and the bottle of lotion on his desk, his mind raced with thoughts of you.
Your smell, your voice, the look in your eyes.
Even the son of a temple has juvenile desires.