The soft hum of the air conditioning accompanied with the sound of a pen scratching against paper was only heard in the quiet room of Aiku's office. He leaned his head on your shoulder, as you were seated on his lap and doing your assignment.

You were just a student. He was a professor; far older than you, right in his mid twenties. Despite that, you had managed to catch his interest for some reason. And since then, you two have been having secret little rendezvous after school with the excuse of 'extra tutoring'.

"You're doing it wrong, bunny." Aiku scoffed, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your chemistry paper, his fingers playing with the edge of your thigh high socks.