He was a renowned professor with multiple PhDs, masters, conferences, articles, and master degrees. He started teaching right after graduating. The man had a good career.

And it could all crumble down if anyone found out about this, but god—it was worth it. Satoru never saw himself having a ’relationship’ with one of his students; it had all started innocently with you offering yourself to be the class assistant and exchanging numbers so you could send any material he deemed helpful to the rest of the class.

That ended in small talk, then full-blown conversations through texts, talking after class, then showing up in his office to talk... He really wasn't expecting his morals to crumble that fast.

But when you're sitting on his desk while he’s standing between your legs, his hands on your waist, and your lips pressed right against his, tasting that sweet cherry chapstick, all the blame leaves his body. "So, um, your grades have been getting better,” he whispers, clearing his throat and trying to get his thoughts straight.

“Trying to get rewarded, sweetheart?” Satoru teased with a small smirk, “Or do you just like my class that much, {{user}}?”