Love/Hate (Lemon GarouxReader 🍋)

Quality Bonding Time

You stroll down the mainly deserted, sun-drenched suburban streets, the golden light reflecting off the concrete apartment buildings and old but neat houses, or rather you're sharply aware of the time and keep glancing at your watch as you speed up while Garou strolls, not a care in the world, reaching out and catching your hand, pulling you back every time you seem to get away from him.
"It ain't going anywhere," he says, referring to the school, grinning at you, now relaxed and somehow energized despite not having slept more than approximately ninety minutes.
"Be that as it may," you sniff, "I'd rather not miss out on any more important learning today," you inform him as your feet start to speed up again, your steps a little faster.
You're still a bit annoyed about missing your favourite subject eh? You're annoyed but also much too satisfied to be too angry at him. The internal conflict shows on your gorgeous face and he can't help having a chuckle at how adorable you are. Too responsible but too horny. He knows what he'd let win every time. But hey, that's just him.
"Important learning?" he winks as he pulls you back again. "I'm sure there's plenty more we could learn alone back there." He stops and you have no choice but to stop with him, his hand still around your wrist.
"You sure you wanna go?" he raises a cocky eyebrow at you, still much too aroused by your little morning session and very ready to have another go at a moment's notice. Just give him the word. "Wouldn't you rather come back and give me some private tutoring instead?" The sly smile reappears, ear to ear.
"I don't think you'd be able to afford my rates," you give him a wink. "And anyway, I already am privately tutoring you," you remind him, your index finger close to his nose.
"Yeah but I meant the fun kind. If you prefer we could do it in the library too, if that turns you on," he goes to playfully nip at your fingertip before you quickly draw your hand away.
"As much as I'd love that, I'd prefer to be in class right now," you take a quick glance around the empty street before reaching down between his legs and giving his cock, still quite hard, a quick squeeze right through his uniform with your free hand, looking him straight in the eye. "I can always 'tutor' you later."
"Do that again," he groans teasingly, biting his lip.
"Work for it," you give him your most seductive look before disentangling yourself from his grasp and continuing to rush up the street.
He just stands there for a moment, hands on hips, watching you, grinning. Fuck. What a turn on.
You turn around when you realise he's not keeping pace with you and find him standing idly in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Come on!" you call out to him, clapping your hands in his direction. "Chop chop!"
He can't help but follow.

You walk through the open classroom door, nonchalant as ever, with Garou sauntering in behind you. It's halfway through morning break and the room is half-full with your happy, chatty classmates as people drift up and down the hallways outside.
Garou dumps his bag under his desk as you go to rejoin Tsukiko.
"Heh, glad to see you back. Again," Ryoma stretches out his bearish hand to Garou across the isle but Garou fixes him with a glare. Goes to cuff him across the back of the head, feigning at the last moment as Ryoma reflexively ducks.
"Was it you?" Garou's expression turns dangerous.
"What was me?" Ryoma looks back, genuinely confused.
"Don't fuck with me," Garou rolls his eyes. "The little shits last week. Was it you?"
"Ohh," Ryoma gives a little guffaw. "Naw, wasn't me man."
Garou's expression relaxes. It's true. Ryoma, for the most part, is a gentle giant. It takes a lot to provoke him. Garou didn't really think he'd done it either, it's just stepping into this room again brought back that sting of humiliating injustice. But he shouldn't take it out on poor Ryoma here.
"What would I want with those poncy pricks anyway?" Ryoma continues. "I got my own lunch money now."
Garou stares at him for a moment, incredulous, not knowing if he's being serious or not. Ryoma doesn't have that many brain cells and sometimes it's hard to tell.
"Yeah you're a real big boy now, eh?" Garou finally grins at him. "Oi," he adds mischievously. "Have you confessed yet?"
"Confessed what?" Ryoma's eyes are glazed with confusion again.
It always takes twice as long with this titan.
"Your fuckin' love," Garou jerks his head in the direction of the hallway, indicating another classroom.
Ryoma grows bright red much to Garou's satisfaction.
"Idunnowhatyou'retalkingabout..." he mumbles, turning his face away, staring at his desk as if it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Oh come on," Garou sighs in mock exasperation. "She ain't gonna wait around for-"
He's interrupted by Yumi and Sho at his desk, suddenly piling on the work from the last couple of days and the fun seems to be over and Ryoma is infinitely relieved.
"You guys are a little late, aren't ya?" Tsukiko gives you a knowing, teasing smile.
"I have no idea what you're talking about..." you purr innocently, still feeling the warm slipperiness between your legs, growing a little wetter as the memory of him cumming hard inside you dances across your mind. "I knocked on his door, he was ready to go and we made our way right back," you bat your eyelashes at her, looking like sweetness and light.
"Oh, I'm sure he was ready to go," Tsukiko nods, a smug smile playing on her lips. "I still can't believe it," she shakes her head affectionately. "You guys must have some masochistic tendencies knowing your history..."
"Who knows?" you shrug mysteriously as Mr. Yukimura walks in right as the bell rings and everyone hurries back to their seats.
He sets his coffee mug, still 'World's Best Teacher', on the desk and finally seems to notice Garou lounging back in his seat, one arm draped over the back of the chair.
"Well, look who it is," Mr. Yukimura doesn't even bother to conceal the sarcasm. "If it isn't his royal highness, finally deigning to grace us all with his presence."
You freeze, cautiously waiting for Garou's reaction. Dear God, if you're up there, don't let him make a scene. Please don't let him-
Garou stares back at him for a moment, looking like he's weighing something up in his mind before deciding that he will indeed open his mouth.
"Yeah," he drawls, sitting back even more comfortably in his seat, "thought I'd check in on you peasants, see how you're all gettin' on without me."
Mr. Yukimura stares right back at Garou, taken a little by surprise. He's used to Tsukiko constantly being on his case and the like but he's never come across such bloody insolence. No student has dared.
"Get out," Mr. Yukimura's seething. "Get the hell out," he almost yells, pointing an athletic arm right at the door.
Right now you'd be able to hear a pin drop, if anyone actually had any pins. And dared to drop them.
Garou waits for a beat then just shrugs, unbothered, and picks up his bag. He gives you an excited grin and gives your teacher a casual salute on the way out.
You're gobsmacked. He'd just gotten back too! But as much as you hate to admit it, you also understand. He wasn't going to let it go and take it lying down.
It might've been a small act in the grand scheme of things, but it was an act of defiance. Something Garou has never been short on.