(ON HOLD) 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 wicked thoughts of Kyōjurō Rengoku - one hundred fifty-nine pounds of folded steel and sex appeal - a second year teaching World History at Kimetsu University in the town of Gakuen. He opened his eyes to the wo...
I WALKED OVER TO THE DOOR AND opened it to discover Rengoku standing there, emptied of his mind as he's massively panting as if he'd just run a marathon. "I'm sorry, I uh– something came up," he stated as he closed the exit behind him. "I've been thinking as well."
Kyojuro is late. I've never heard him late before, not much by a minute. Something has troubled me about him as he explained something came up, but that's all he'll tell me. Is it unfair to criticize if he's sleeping with someone else?
"It's good to see you," I replied, though I felt the opposite. "Is everything okay?"
"About earlier..." he started before walking in, lifting off his shirt from his job as he went on, "I don't consider you were ok with me trying to undress you, so I'm sorry that I even asked. Really. I've been fucking reflecting about it for an hour, and I'm an asshole."
It's fairly odd how immediately toed off his shoes as it weakened him before stopping off his pants to be altogether in his underwear to topple onto the couch. How is he not affected by being relatively fully naked in front of me? Rengoku whined, "I didn't mean to," as he hushed his face against the cushion. "I didn't. I didn't. I am a bad person."
"Are you okay?" I inquired, strolling towards him. "I'm surprised, but you realize you can have consent."
"I'm sorry," he reiterated. "I am so, so fucking sorry – I am. I won't do something like that. It–"
"What is it? It's fine," I told, my voice still quivering with nerves. "Really. I don't perceive what you're getting so worked up over."
Rengoku's head hung low between his shoulders. He hesitated and glanced at me through the part in his hair that had fallen into his face. The silence remained between us for a time before he broke it, speaking, "I just– I don't fuckin' know. You're my student, first, and I don't notice what I was thinking clea-"
