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“I bet you five hundred yen that he’ll get that bento thrown in the trash today.”
“Bet you a thousand that first he would ask us if we’d eat something like that and then toss it in the trash.”
“Silence, please.” Suehiro sensei calls out around a bite of his food while his sharp eyes survey the chattering students whose whispering wasn’t as silent as they thought it was. The students mumble an apology and turn back to their work.
Tecchou’s technically not supposed to be snacking during class, but he’s invigilating a test today and he forgot to have breakfast too. Plus, it’s not like his students mind, they’re great kids and would much rather not indulge in their professor’s odd food preferences.
The wall clock ticks silently when Tecchou’s gaze lands upon it, and he nearly coughs out his food and sits straighter in his seat, wiping his mouth with a tissue before swallowing and clearing his throat.
“Five minutes on the clock, guys.”
A bunch of gasps and groans follow his announcement as the shocked students turn with their whole body to check the time for themselves, verifying if their professor was telling the truth; which he indeed was.
Tecchou rolls his eyes at the reminder of the reason why the clock doesn’t audibly tick anymore and sits back with a sharp sigh escaping his lips.
The previously chattering students exchange amused glances at this and finish up their quiz as quickly as they can.
Winding up the quiz takes a bit longer than anticipated, but Tecchou manages to collect the material and was just smacking the papers against the desk to align them when the door to the class swings open.
“Taking our sweet time are we, why don’t you go on ahead and teach my lecture too while you’re at it.”
The entire aura of the room shifts when Jouno struts in with his laptop pressed between his arm and his side, a mockingly sweet and very tight smile on his lips as Tecchou’s eyes blink indifferently at him.
“And it begins.”
Neither Jouno or Tecchou catch the whisper of the student watching them with amusement, making every other student around them who heard it settle down for the show.
“You’re late too, might I add.” Tecchou quips smoothly, placing the stack of papers in his bag and swinging it over his shoulder.
“I wouldn’t call waiting outside being late, Tecchou-san.” Jouno finally stops an arm’s distance away from the desk Tecchou is manning, his nose twitching slightly.
“You? Waiting outside?” This subtle jab of Tecchou’s at Jouno's invasivity at just barging into his classes without any warning makes a few eavesdropping students giggle, but neither of the professors present acknowledge their audience.
“There is no better way to get you out of my class than doing it myself.” Jouno offers a sickeningly sweet smile at the remark, setting down his laptop on the desk which bumps against Tecchou’s half empty bento box.
“If a certain someone hadn’t messed with the clock, I would be more wary of taking up your precious time, Jouno.”
“Don’t blame your incompetence on me— and what is that god awful smell?” Jouno’s closed eyes narrow impossibly more as he covers his nose with his elbow, face pulling into a disgusted grimace.
“Suehiro sensei’s lunch.” An observing student pipes up, making both professors turn his way. Tecchou’s stoic glare makes the poor boy shrink in his spot as Jouno waves a hand in front of his face with an understanding nod.
“Of course you’d be having rotting tuna for lunch, gross.” Jouno mumbles the last bit under his breath, pointing a finger in the general direction of the door and covering his nose with a napkin, “get out before I have a stroke from your gutter food.”
Granted, he may be overexaggerating his reaction as Tecchou’s lunch doesn’t smell bad at all, it just smells really strong because the man just prefers a stronger flavoring for his food, but the smell can get overbearing for a nose as sharp as Jouno’s.
“Drama queen.” Tecchou scoffs under his breath and steps down from the ledge, closing and grabbing his bento box. He makes sure to walk as close by to Jouno as he can so he can deliberately exhale his supposedly nasty breath onto his face to piss his colleague off even more, making Jouno whip around and smack his hand at Tecchou’s which nearly makes the bento box drop.
“At least I don’t have dog breath.”
Their students break into laughter at this interaction and watch Tecchou retreat for the door, almost making it out of the room before he stops by the switches that control the lighting and the projector of the room.
The entire class knows that Jouno hates it and gets in a very bitter mood when the projector is switched off before his class, because it takes up a lot of his class time trying to get it back on.
Tecchou also knows this, which is exactly why he gives their students an apologetic look before pulling the plug of the projector and leaving just as fast, making the students smack their heads in disappointment because they know Jouno will be in a foul mood for the rest of the class.
“Did that bastard just pull the plug?” Jouno asks after a few tense seconds of silence, jabbing a thumb in the direction of where Tecchou left and clenches his jaw when his students confirm that yes, that bastard has indeed pulled the plug.
The students sitting at front catch the sight of Jouno’s eyelids twitching in anger, sitting tight and bracing themselves for how their professor may react to being embarrassed like this.
“Somebody get this goddamn projector working before I end up taking your break.” The somebody that gets the projector working after a painful ten minutes is the same guy who always gets it working. He somehow became Jouno’s assistant in terms of getting the rusty old computers of the college to work and even gets a little extra credit for it, as a treat.
None of the students know that, of course.
Jouno does end up eventually taking a bit of their break time to finish his lecture and even assigns them a quiz for the coming week for the topic he taught, knowing fully well that none of his students were listening to him due to being too bummed about him taking up their break. An evil thing to do, he admits, but they should know better than to encourage Tecchou’s bastardism.
—x—
“You need to stop doing that in front of the class.”
Tecchou’s eyes flicker up from the stack of papers he was marking to the source of the voice, unmoving from his fist-against-cheek stance.
“Doing what.”
Jouno doesn’t answer and opts to cross his arms over his chest, raising a single irritated brow.
“Our students are placing bets on us getting together because you’re so utterly shameless. I won’t be surprised if the administration fires us both for immoral work ethic.”
“Please take a seat, Jouno, I’d love to hear what else you’ve got to say about immorality,” Tecchou deadpans, the absolutely bored tone of his voice making a visible pulse pop in Jouno’s temple. When his statement isn’t immediately followed by a snarky retort, Tecchou is compelled to look at Jouno again. “I’ve heard many great things about your teaching strategies.”
“You seem awfully okay with the prospect.” Jouno ignores the remark and his expression relaxes after a while, jaw moving as he bites down on his tongue in the corner of his mouth.
The corner of Tecchou’s mouth twitches into a lop-sided smirk.
“You seem awfully bothered by it.”
“Of course I am! And you should be too. It puts both our careers at risk.” Jouno waves a hand between themselves and shrugs. “If I had known that the man I hooked up with on a random Friday night was going to be my coworker, then I would have been more cautious.”
“I don’t think that makes a difference.” Tecchou offers indifferently, setting his pen down and rising from his plush office seat. Jouno’s mouth parts with a scoff, but before he could counter his statement, Tecchou continues, “if it did, you wouldn’t be here.”
Jouno tilts his head in confusion and narrows his brows, eyelids scrunching at the action. “What the hell does that mean?”
Tecchou slowly steps around his desk and approaches Jouno’s unmoving figure. The way his expression hesitates signifies that he knows he’s being approached, yet he makes no move to stop the advance.
Tecchou stops a considerable few inches away from Jouno, enough to tower over him and be able to observe the faint freckles dusting the bridge of his nose and the way his light lashes twitch at the feeling of Tecchou’s breath fanning down his face.
“Why’d you lock the door?” He whispers under his breath, the question making Jouno’s otherwise pale cheeks blush a faint pink.
“My hand must have slipped.” Jouno admits in an equally low tone of voice, keeping his arms crossed over his chest.
“Did it slip last week too?”
“Mhm,”
Tecchou chuckles at Jouno’s sudden transparency and reaches to grab one of his wrists. The gesture makes him uncross his arms as Tecchou’s other hand gently plants itself on his chin, long fingers curling around his jaw as he urges Jouno to step forward as he sits down on the edge of the desk so he may step between his parted thighs.
Jouno lets himself be led into this rather peculiar position and follows the trail of Tecchou’s movement, slipping one knee between his legs and bracing his free hand over the glass sheet on the desk next to Tecchou’s hip.
In this position, it is particularly easy for Jouno to find Tecchou’s mouth as he isn’t towering over him anymore and he takes advantage of this by barely parting his lips and firmly pressing them against Tecchou’s.
For some reason, Jouno’s mouth either always tastes like mint or matcha; Tecchou has started taking a liking for the latter, especially when Jouno gently takes his lower lip between his teeth and sucks, licking a firm stripe against the mould before pulling back to give it a nice little stretch and releasing.
Tecchou immediately chases his lips and tightens his hold around his jaw by a fraction, tilting his head to get better access to Jouno’s mouth as he places an open-mouthed kiss there while moving his hand to cup the side of his neck, brushing the tip of his tongue against Jouno’s before briefly pulling away and continuing his trail down his jaw.
It was only when his teeth managed to brush against the pulse point of Jouno’s throat that a loud and sharp knock resonates through the room, making the both of them spring apart and freeze in panic.
If Tecchou wasn’t in such a bind, he would appreciate how much of a mess Jouno looks like already. Unfortunately, he is robbed of that luxury as he wipes the back of his hand over his mouth and instinctively grips Jouno’s wrist to ground him.
“Yes?” Tecchou calls out and clears his throat, observing the panicked expression on Jouno’s face as he waits for a response with bated breath.
The person behind the door tries the door but fortunately it doesn’t open, the frame rattling weakly as Tecchou springs to his feet and silently hushes Jouno and signals for him to just follow his lead.
He drags Jouno behind himself while he strides towards the door, pulling him in front of himself.
Jouno expects to be hidden behind the door while he opens it to shoo away whoever interrupted them, but instead Tecchou discreetly pushes him against the door and smashes his lips against Jouno’s own, giving him a deep and tender kiss that makes his head spin and let out a slight noise of surprise as he cups his cheeks and pulls away with his lip between his own.
“I’m gonna need you to be quiet.” The assertive tone of his voice makes his whispered statement sound more like an order than anything else, and Jouno’s too shocked at what just happened to compose a coherent response, so he just nods meekly.
With that, he peels Jouno’s back off the door and now pushes him behind the frame as he unlocks the door and opens it swiftly and with a surprising amount of normality.
“What can I help you with, Tachihara-kun?” The bastard even sounds like nothing happened, seemingly appearing to be his calm and collected self in front of his assistant when Jouno feels like he’s about to melt into a puddle— weak knees and all.
“I got the report assignments you asked for, sir.” The student replies. Jouno catches the sound of papers ruffling as Tecchou takes them from him, eyebrows pinching together in annoyance.
“Thank you, but I asked for these at noon.”
“I know, but we’re not free at noon anymore.”
“And why’s that?”
A pause as the student rubs the back of his neck nervously, almost as if he’s hesitant in what he’s about to say.
“Jouno-sensei scheduled an extra class.”
Jouno nearly chokes at the mention of his name and wonders if Tachihara has noticed how Tecchou is now guarding the door with his whole body.
“How unfortunate.” Tecchou smoothly states after a few seconds of stunned silence, pretending as if he wasn’t just about to devour the aforementioned man moments ago. “Good luck with that, kid.”
“Thanks— say, do you know where he is right now? I went to his office to seek him out but he wasn’t there.” Tecchou has to wonder if this is on purpose or pure coincidence, raising a questioning brow at the kid who struggles to hold his teacher’s cowing stare.
“I don’t.”
“Oh, okay— alright, uh, goodbye then.” Tachihara awkwardly waves and walks away as casually as he can which wasn’t really casual, for there is a skip in his step when he rounds the corner.
Tecchou shuts the door and presses his palm flat against it as he looks over his bicep and down at Jouno, who still looks mortified.
“That sounded way too specific to be anything but intentional.” Jouno finally says with a deep release of breath.
“You’re so utterly shameless, Jouno-san.” Tecchou counters mockingly and smirks smugly at Jouno frowning at having his words thrown back at him.
Jouno scoffs, pushing himself off the wall and grabs a fistful of Tecchou’s collar, forcing him down till his mouth levels with his own,
“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”