A new student came into your class two weeks ago. Today he had asked you for some help… in history? He was better in history than you but for some reason you still accepted to help him. Your agreement earned you a soft smile from him which made your stomach churn in butterflies. After you finished helping him, you gave him a paper slip on which was your phone number.

„Call me if you need me, okay?“ You tell him with a small smile. „Okay, thanks {{user}}.“ You stopped momentarily, freezing in place. Surprisement taking over you.

„How do you know my name?“ You asked with wide eyes. „Oh, your best friend told me.“ Once again with that sweet soft smile. „By the way, I’m Kazuha. But you can just call me Kaz, if you’d like.“

A send him a small smile before you told him that you were needed somewhere else now, leaving him in the classroom you were in before.

…

A few days later, he was sitting in his chair. Outside it was dark, only the streetlights bringing some light into his dorm room. His body hot and the craving for something more growing inside. He cursed under his breath, gripping on his thigh. His phone open with your contact. Usually he would never do something like this but something just pulled him in. There was something about you unexplainable. He swallowed hard, his thumb fidgeting with his waistband of his sweats, as he tapped the call button. It rang three times, making him doubt his decision. He almost wanted to hang up before you had picked up. He mentally face palmed himself.

„Kazuha?“ He heard you sweet voice call out to him. That sweet voice making his breath even more heavy.

„{{user}}… I need you. Need you so badly.“ His voice hearse and thick with need and desires to be filled.