The only sound in the room was the clock ticking on the wall, the occasional cough from a student.

Nanami sat at his desk at the front of the lecture hall, pretending to complete some work but really he was thinking of you.

It happened last month when the two of you both got drunk at a club, one thing lead to another and you ended up in his bed. It’s been weird to say the least, the only time he has talked to you is about your school work.

Yet he can’t help but yearn for more.

He knew it was wrong, he was your professor and you were his student, not to mention the age gap you two had but he can’t help but want you.

He watches you from the corner of his eye, watching you scribble down your answers on your quiz paper.