Chapter Text
The detention hall was a tomb. Mondo sat in the back row, boots kicked up on a desk, watching Taka. Taka was a mess. He was trying to write "I will maintain decorum" on the chalkboard, but his hand was shaking so badly the chalk snapped between his fingers.
Snap.
The sound echoed. Taka didn't turn around.
"You've been at that board for twenty minutes," Mondo said, his voice cutting through the silence like a jagged blade. "You gonna actually write something, or you just like the way the chalk feels?"
Taka stiffened, his shoulders bunching up to his ears. "I am practising my penmanship! It is a vital skill for a leader!"
"Liar." Mondo stood up. The heavy thud of his boots on the floor made Taka’s breath hitch. Mondo didn't stop until he was standing right behind him, so close that Taka could feel the heat radiating off the leather of his jacket. "You're shaking because you're thinking about that room at the party. You're thinking about how I had you pinned against the wall."
Taka spun around, his back hitting the chalkboard, a cloud of white dust settling on his dark uniform. "That was a lapse in judgment! A..a chemical imbalance caused by the alcohol!"
"Was it?" Mondo stepped into his space, slamming a hand against the chalkboard right next to Taka's head. He leaned down, his face inches away. "Because you're not drunk now. And you're looking at my mouth like you're starving."
Taka’s chest was heaving. He wanted to shout, to cite the rules, to call Mondo a delinquent. But his throat was dry. "It's not... It's not right. We’re supposed to be.."
"What? Friends? Rivals?" Mondo’s eyes narrowed, his gaze dropping to Taka's trembling lips. "I don't want to be either of those things. I haven't slept in a week because I can still feel your hands on me."
Taka let out a small, broken noise. The "Ultimate Moral Compass" was crumbling. He reached out, his fingers trembling as they gripped the front of Mondo's jacket. He didn't push. He pulled.
"Then stop talking," Taka whispered, his voice uncharacteristically low and desperate. "If you’re going to do something, Mondo... do it."
Mondo didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed Taka’s waist and hoisted him up onto the teacher’s desk, clearing the notebooks and pens with a single, violent sweep of his arm. Taka gasped as he was shoved back against the hardwood, his legs parting instinctively as Mondo moved into the space between them.
The kiss wasn't gentle. It was a collision of teeth and heat. Mondo tasted like smoke and adrenaline, Taka tasted like the frantic, repressed energy of a guy who had spent his whole life being "good" and was finally ready to be bad.
Mondo’s hands were everywhere gripping Taka’s thighs, sliding up to his hair, pulling him closer until their heartbeats were slamming against each other in a frantic, mismatched rhythm. Taka let out a muffled groan, his head falling back as Mondo moved his mouth to the sensitive skin of his throat.
"Fuck the rules, Taka," Mondo whispered against his skin.
Mondo’s hands didn't stay still. He was a guy used to taking what he wanted, and right now, he wanted every bit of Taka’s composure to vanish. His calloused fingers slid up from Taka’s knees, digging into the fabric of his trousers, dragging him closer to the edge of the desk until there wasn't a breath of air left between them.
Taka’s head was thrown back, his throat bared, a sharp contrast of pale skin against the dark, chalk-stained chalkboard behind him. He was making noises he’d never heard himself make, shaky, high-pitched hitches of breath that were definitely not "orderly."
"Mondo.." Taka gasped, his hands moving from Mondo's shoulders to the back of his neck, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape. "We... we are in a public we can't!"
"I told you, the door's locked," Mondo grunted, his voice muffled against Taka’s neck. He bit down, just hard enough to leave a mark, right over Taka’s pulse point. He felt the way Taka’s whole body jolted, a desperate, electric shiver that went straight through both of them.
Mondo pulled back just enough to look at him. Taka looked completely wrecked.
"You like that?" Mondo challenged, his thumb catching Taka's bottom lip and pulling it down. "The 'perfect' student getting marked up in a classroom?"
Taka didn't even try to argue. He leaned forward, catching Mondo’s thumb between his teeth for a split second before whispering, "I like... that it’s you."
That was the breaking point. Mondo’s restraint snapped. He surged forward, his mouth devouring Taka’s again, much deeper and more demanding this time. He shoved Taka back further onto the desk, the wood creaking under their combined weight. Taka’s legs wrapped firmly around Mondo’s waist, pulling him in, his boots scuffing the back of Mondo’s leather jacket.
Mondo’s hand fumbled with the top button of Taka’s stiff, white uniform jacket. "This damn thing is in the way," he growled.
"Then take it off," Taka breathed against his lips, his voice trembling but certain.
Mondo didn't need permission twice. He made quick work of the buttons, his movements frantic and clumsy with adrenaline. He shoved the white fabric off Taka’s shoulders, leaving him in just his thin undershirt. The air in the room was cold, but the heat coming off Mondo was like a furnace.
Mondo pressed his forehead against Taka's, both of them panting, the only sound in the room being their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the school's ventilation.
"You're not gonna regret this tomorrow?" Mondo asked, his voice shaky. "You're not gonna go back to being a prick and acting like I don't exist?"
Taka reached up, cuping Mondo’s face with his gloved hands. He looked Mondo dead in the eye, his expression more intense than it had ever been during a speech or a rally. "I have spent my life following the rules because I thought they would make me a leader. But they didn't make me feel... like this. I'm not going back, Mondo. I'm staying right here."
Mondo’s hand didn't hesitate. His thumb hooked firmly under the leather of Taka’s belt, pulling him forward until Taka was perched on the very edge of the desk. The friction was intense, and Taka let out a sharp, broken gasp, his back arching so hard his head almost hit the chalkboard behind him.
"Mondo wait!" Taka choked out, though his hands weren't pushing Mondo away, they were buried in Mondo’s hair, pulling him closer.
"Wait for what?" Mondo growled against Taka’s jaw. He was done waiting. He’d waited a week, a week of watching Taka pretend they were strangers. He let his weight lean into the space between Taka's knees, his other hand sliding up to grip Taka’s hip, bruisingly tight. "You’re shaking, Taka. You want this as much as I do."
"I... I do," Taka admitted, his voice a wrecked whisper. He let go of Mondo’s hair just long enough to fumble with Mondo’s own jacket, trying to get closer, trying to feel the heat of Mondo’s skin without the barrier of the leather. "Please-"
Mondo’s fingers moved to the buckle, the metallic clink sounding incredibly loud in the silent room. He leaned in, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from Taka’s ear. "I’ve got you," Mondo muttered, his voice dropping to a gravelly, dark promise. "Just stay right here-"
BRRRRRRIIIIIIIIING!
The school bell didn't just ring, it shrieked. It was the loudest, most jarring sound Taka had ever heard in his life.
Both of them jumped as if they’d been electrocuted. Mondo’s hand stayed frozen on Taka’s belt for a split second, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and dark with pure, unmitigated frustration. Taka’s heart was hammering so hard it felt like it was going to crack a rib.
"No," Mondo whisper shouted, his forehead dropping onto Taka’s shoulder. "No way. Not now."
Taka was gasping for air, his chest heaving, his body still humming with the electricity Mondo had started. He felt like he was hovering off a cliff, and the bell had just yanked the ground out from under him. "The... the period! It’s over! The hallways..!people will be here in seconds!"
The sound of lockers slamming and voices echoing from the nearby wing started to drift through the door. Mondo didn't move. He stayed right there, pinned between Taka's legs, his grip on Taka’s hip tightening for one last, desperate second.
"Mondo, we have to-" Taka started, his voice shaky and high.
"I know!" Mondo snapped, finally pulling back. He looked like he wanted to punch the wall. He was flushed, his hair was a disaster. He looked down at where his hand was still hooked into Taka's belt, then looked Taka dead in the face.
He didn't let go immediately. Instead, he leaned in and gave Taka one last, rough kiss,hard enough to be a bruise, short enough to be a tease.
"I’m leaving you like this on purpose," Mondo said, his voice thick with a mean sort of satisfaction. "So you don't forget what happens the second we're alone again."
Taka could barely breathe, let alone move. He sat on the desk, his uniform in shambles, watching Mondo scramble to stand up and kick his chair back into place. Taka’s skin felt like it was on fire, the cold air of the room hitting the spots where Mondo’s hands had just been.
"Fix your shirt," Mondo commanded, his back to Taka as he checked the hallway through the small door window. "And tuck that tie in. You look like you’ve been through a damn thresher."
Taka scrambled to obey, his fingers fumbling with his buttons, his legs still feeling like jelly. He was "on edge" in every sense of the word,physically aching and mentally spinning.
As the first few students passed the door, Mondo unlocked it and stepped out without a backward glance, leaving Taka to sit there for thirty more seconds, trying to remember how to be the "Ultimate Moral Compass" when his body was still screaming for the delinquent who just walked away.