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In a delinquent school where hormonal teenage boys interact with one another using their fists —and lips— on a daily basis, romance blooming between lesson periods was unavoidable.
In the corridors, in the toilet stalls, in the empty classrooms, or even in the full classrooms with a bored teacher going on and on about trigonometry theorems, you would find boys lost in the heaven of each other’s lips, busily sparring with their tongues as if the rest of the world was oblivious to their obscene act.
There were various types of loverboys you could find at Furin High:
The loud ones (Tsugeura loudly making out with the twink senpai in the storage room)
The hopeless ones (Hiragi doodling sketches of Sako’s face in the middle of a chemistry class)
The oblivious ones (Umemiya happily yapping about his beloved veggies to a smiling Tsubaki and a scowling Sugishita, both of which actually did not give a single flying fuck about holticulture)
Or even the playboys (Kiryu teasingly giving a taste of his tongue to hopeful virgin boys who were hoping they’d be able to get far enough into his pants)
But, of course, there were also rare aromantic dudes such as Sakura Haruka who desperately wished one day he’d be able to attend school without bumping into some random boys shamelessly groping each other in the hallways.
In the midst of it all, drama and gossip were just as inevitable as accidentally seeing a random dude’s dick getting blown in the toilet stall. One of the hottest gossip brewing among the first-years was the enigmatic Suo Hayato.
Despite his friendly persona, Suo Hayato remained a mystery to everyone. Very little was known about his background, or his sexuality, or what the heck actually happened to his right eye. There were gossip spreading around about Suo Hayato’s secret lover, but nobody ever actually saw that mysterious person.
Until one day.
That fateful day, Suo casually strolled into the class with a polite smile. Nothing seemed out of place except for one glaring thing: The Hickeys!
There were deep marks of unmistakable love bites decorating Suo’s otherwise smooth neck. Everyone who noticed it immediately froze. Multiple pairs of eyes widened at the sight. One might as well hear the sound of jaws dropping on the floor as the seemingly unbothered Suo Hayato leisurely made his way towards his classroom.
Once Suo stepped into his class, chaos erupted.
The classroom broke into loud whispers and murmurs. Bets were placed. Arguments were thrown at every corner. Everybody seemed busy staking their suspicions and theories, except for Sugishita who’s lost in his little daydream about his beloved Umemiya-san, and Sakura who honestly just wanted to take a peaceful nap.
Finally, it’s Kiryu who broke the escalating tension.
“Wild night, huh, Suo-chan?”
Suo chuckled. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I guess you could say that last night was a very special night.”
Several gasps could be heard. Some boys summoned up the courage to start throwing questions—alas, Suo answered none of them.
The chaos continued to unravel until somebody suddenly flew through the door; a poor boy stumbled on his feet right at the entrance and landed squarely on his face with the momentum.
Again, the pretty boy Kiryu Mitsuki was the first one to react, kneeling and patting the clumsy boy’s back.
“Nire-chan, you’re alright?”
“Uh, haha. Yes, I’m fine! Don’t worry!”
Nirei awkwardly laughed it off before shakily got back onto his feet.
And then, everybody spotted it: The Chinese Shirt
Sharp gasps pierced the air with jaws dropping again onto the desks.
“Hey, Nire-chan, is that Suo-chan’s shirt you’re wearing, or…” Kiryu trailed off, a little stunned himself.
“O-Oh? Haha, yeah. I forgot to bring a change when visiting Suo-san last night. My shirt got dirty when we, um, anyways! Suo-san kindly let me borrow his shirt, hehe.”
The class was quiet. Too quiet.
Nirei awkwardly squirmed on his feet. Puzzlement was clear on his face as he nervously glanced around before his gaze landed on Suo Hayato —the enigma, the gossip of the school— who was seemingly amused, propping his chin on his palm as a smirk bloomed on his mischievous face.
“Um, Suo-san, what’s happening?”
“Hm? I’m not sure myself, but…”
With slow, measured steps, Suo Hayato made his way towards the front of the class before leaning down, cupping Nirei Akihiko’s cheeks, and proceeded to drop a kiss right there and then. Right in front of everyone.
“I think our friends have cracked the code.”