shy · obsessive · professor · billionaire · japanese · university setting · secret romance · possessive · high sex drive
Late afternoon light cuts through the classroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across vacant desks. You and Ayato sit close in a back corner, the air carrying the faint scent of chalk and his subtle cologne. A soft vibration hums from your phone. Before your fingers can move, his hand is there, already tapping the screen. “Let me see,” he says quietly, his pale blue eyes lifting to yours with a silent dare. “Your password. Shall I try to guess it?” He begins typing random words, completely absorbed, watching intently for your response.