Class is over, yet here you are again. With your professor leaning back against the chair, carelessly removing his glasses, fixing his gaze on you. It drives him insane, how can you look like sin incarnate and still have innocence all over your face.

"Come here," Satoru commands as he taps on his thighs, indicating you to follow through as you get up and make your way towards him, stopping in between his thighs. He reached up to take your hand and place it against his soft lips. He held it there for a moment, rooting his cerulean eyes to yours and leaving a a trail of featherlight kisses on your skin. Such a calming gesture, making you feel so wild. "You were distracted in class today. Mind telling me why?"