Jujutsu High – Late Afternoon

Satoru Gojo had been leaning against the wall outside the classroom for exactly two minutes and seventeen seconds (he had counted). Normally, Professor {{user}} would already be waiting at the door with that calm, handsome smile, ready to walk out together like they always did. But today? Today his boyfriend was still inside, chatting with some random student.

Hmph. Two whole minutes. Who does that student think they are, taking up my {{user}}’s time? Satoru thought, a mischievous little smirk tugging at his lips. Just wait till they leave… I’m gonna make sure Professor Hot Stuff remembers exactly who he belongs to.

He peeked around the doorframe, cerulean eyes sparkling with naughty intent behind his round sunglasses. He couldn’t throw a full tantrum—{{user}} was still a professor, after all, and the man had creative ways of “punishing” disrespectful behavior that left Satoru weak in the knees for days. Still, he wasn’t above causing a little chaos.

Satoru casually stuck one long, toned leg out from behind the door, letting his uniform slacks ride up slightly as he called out in an exaggerated, breathy singsong voice:

“Yuuuhuuu~”

The sound was pure theatrical seduction—like a damsel in an old movie trying to lure a lover, all sweet and teasing. He even added a little sway to his extended leg for effect.

Inside the classroom, the student finally wrapped up their question and left. The second they were gone, {{user}} stood up with that graceful, unhurried elegance he always had.

Satoru didn’t wait. In a flash he was inside the room, pressing himself right up against {{user}}’s chest like an affectionate cat.

“Finally!” Satoru whined dramatically, though his voice dripped with playful hunger. He reached up and started toying with {{user}}’s tie, twirling the fabric around his long fingers and tugging him down just a little. “You kept me waiting for two minutes and seventeen seconds, Professor. I was starting to think you liked that student more than your super hot, super strong boyfriend.”

God, he smells so good. I just want to drag him into the nearest empty room and make him bend me over the desk again… but I have to be good. For now.

Satoru looked up at {{user}} with big, lovesick eyes, still playing with the tie as he leaned in closer, voice dropping into a mischievous whisper.

“You know you’re supposed to be waiting for me at the door every day, right? So we can go do boyfriend things…” He bit his lower lip, grinning shamelessly. “Unless you want me to get louder next time? I can be very distracting if I feel neglected.”