School - Volume 2

A/N: Drop-out schools that focus on the daytime might not exist and are entirely fictional. Sorry if this bothers anyone. As a side note, the school year in Japan starts in the spring. The age of MC is 19 and the age of ML is 20 (born the same year, though).

(Four months later)

The time was precisely seven o'clock when a coffee maker started humming in a Nagoya home.

A pair of hands loaded two bento boxes into a black backpack along with notebooks and a pencil case, zipped it up, and placed it on the wooden floor.

The same fingers reached out to grab a medicine jar from one of the kitchen cabinets. He dropped an oval-shaped yellow pill into his palm and swallowed it with a glass of water.

His brown brows wrinkled as he saw the bedroom was still pitch dark and headed there with his wool slippers on.

"I told you to wake up," he grunted when seeing a tattooed hand hanging under the linen duvet.

He made his way to the light and minimalistic ensuite, leaving the door ajar.

As he brushed his back teeth, he listened to the bedroom while leaning against the stone sink.

"Jhiro!" He shouted with a mouth full of mint-flavored foam when he heard no movement.

"Mmm..." a hoarse voice answered.

His blue eyes rolled as he continued to wash his teeth. As he was finished he dropped the brush back into the cup and rinsed his hands. With wet fingers, he moved the choppy layers of his long fringe over his eyes and stroked his brown neck-length ruffled hair on top of the reddish bruise next to his ear.

"For fuck's sake… hmph," he muttered, thinking about what kind of impression others would get from him.

The scars on his upper body were covered by an all-black outfit with ripped jeans and a loose hoodie. After putting on socks, he left his fluffy slippers on the white tiles and took a glance at his boyfriend from the doorway. He was still tucked snugly under a linen blanket.

As he went to lift him up, a hand with an amputated pinky finger ambushed him.

"Let's skip the first day and sleep in…” Jiro said with a groggy smile as he was holding a squirming Natsuo against his warm muscular chest.

"You stayed up late yourself. Let me go," he ordered, but the man just cradled him even tighter with his tattooed arms.

"I will never let you go," Jiro said without opening his eyes.

Natsuo reached up to his underwear and pinched one of the sacks with his fingertips, forcing Jiro to twist and allowing him to escape.

Jiro's right hand grabbed his boyfriend's forearm and forced him back into his embrace as he sat up on the edge of the bed, finally opening his grayish-brown eyes to look at him.

"Okay, now I am awake", he said with a seductive grin on his dark stubbled jaw. His short silver-dyed undercut hair was tangled from sleeping straight after taking a bath last night.

"Get dressed,” Natsuo tried to command but his words fell on deaf ears as the other had the opposite in mind.

"I was just about to tell you to undress," he said as he snickered and gazed at him with puppy-like eyes.

Jiro brushed Natsuo's hair off his neck, away from the love bite he had created yesterday.

"Don't try to hide that. I want everyone to know that you belong to me.”

"Why don't you just piss on me then?" Natsuo snorted sarcastically, thinking he was acting like a territorial male dog.

"Well, if you insist," Jiro's brows widened along with his eyes as he seemed to jokingly consider that.

"Pfft, just put some clothes on,” Natsuo said stepping away but turning on his heels as he glanced at a yawning Jiro. His unkempt hair, tight boxers, and buffed tattooed chest made him look quite handsome...

"If you can get your clothes on, we can stop by the love hotel later."

Jiro hopped out of bed and searched the dark bedroom for his long-sleeved shirt. Natsuo exhaled a sigh of relief and left to pour the first cup of coffee for them.

(Later that morning)

A man in his thirties poked his bulky glasses along his nose as he wore a white collared shirt tucked into dark pants.

He had introduced himself as a substitute teacher to a class made up of students who had dropped out of high school for one reason or another. There were a dozen of them at the desks in the community college building, men and women from many generations and age groups.

Natsuo sat at the front with Jiro, as those were the only seats available since they came a little late.

The thought of their morning made him sigh because Jiro managed to have his way again, after all...

When did they become such horny animals? Why was he so weak? He scolded himself and tried to tug more hair on another hickey on his neck, ignoring what the substitute was saying about their future studies.

His thoughts were paused when people around him stood up at the beginning of the lunch hour. Jiro whispered that he was heading to the restroom quickly as he jumped from the chair with leather gloves on.

The last time this many people had been in the same room was in the common area of the psychiatric ward. The cramped classroom, however, made Natsuo feel more insecure and abandoned than the mentally ill patients.

Natsuo struggled to get the lunch boxes out of his rucksack as he couldn't feel his hands. They were between his thighs as he stared blankly at the desk's worn surface and wondered if he had made a mistake coming there.

"Are you alright?”

Natsuo quickly glanced at a deep and raspy voice beside him, his eyes landing on a lean figure with inky black irises. His mullet haircut was as dark and shining as a raven's tail, and a cross-shaped earring glowed on his right ear.

He nodded hesitantly at his new classmate.

"I'm Hide Hashimoto, by the way," he mentioned as he tossed his backpack loosely over his shoulder. He was leaning on one leg carelessly, wearing a printed t-shirt and strapped cargo pants.

Since they were all adults, they did not have uniforms or strict rules like in traditional schools.

"Nakashima Natsuo..."

He was startled by his feeble and embarrassing voice.

"Pleased to meet you. Do you have any lunch plans? Or did your friend run to get something?"

"No, he just went..."

Natsuo's words dwindled as he noticed Jiro got stuck talking to a couple of girls their age. They immediately evoked memories of that high-pitched voice and dolly face with red hair, causing the scars on his body to throb.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Hide asked curiously as Natsuo shuddered at the thought of that person.

"Uhm, I'm just a bit hungover," he blatantly lied.

Hide let out an impressed chuckle, flashing dimples on both sides of his cheeks. At the same time, Jiro sat back down looking at his dark-haired classmate and they greeted each other.

"Take care you two," Hide added with a bow, exiting the classroom and passing the girls who were still enchanted with Jiro.

Natsuo peered at his boyfriend with a slight frown.

"Seems like you have a fan club already."

"And hopefully you will be my most cherished member," Jiro purred, grabbing Natsuo's bench leg and pulling him closer to his desk.

"Besides, you seem to have made a new friend too."

"Hmph... I don't know about that."

(Later that evening)

Natsuo spread out the school books they had acquired on the wooden table. While Jiro was at the gym, he calculated math problems from the back of the book. His cat-shaped mug of coffee sat beside his notebook as he tackled one equation after another.

The front door opened and Jiro announced that he was home. He was welcomed by his housemate when he walked over to greet him.

Jiro kissed Natsuo enticingly with his twirling tongue, more intensely than he usually did when greeting him.

"I couldn't get you out of my mind," Jiro said, hugging him at the entrance without taking off his sneakers.

As he was about to suck his boyfriend's neck, Natsuo blocked his mouth with a finger and emphasized heavily:

"No more hickeys."

Jiro brushed his index finger away with his mouth and pressed his wet tongue against his jawline.

"What did I just say?!"

"I won't leave a mark..."

The tip of Jiro's tongue licked the brunet's throat and he pressed his waist against the stiffened part of his body. Natsuo let out an aroused sigh as he felt pleasure spread over his body.

"You get to decide where I take you," Jiro whispered softly in his ear.

"Well, I need to wash myself first..."

"So, the bathroom it is," he grinned as he kicked off his shoes and grabbed his lover's wrist.

His weakness was the result of allowing the love of his life to seduce him so much. Perhaps he should be stricter... or maybe he would let Jiro's lips stain his neck one more time since it just felt too pleasant...