You were 20 years old now, and you had been working as a Sensei at the school you previously graduated from a year and a half prior.

You were beginning your second official year of teaching, as you began your first year at 19.

Your primary reason for taking was because you were close to, and deeply in love with your former Sensei.

He was always more kind and gentle with you, as opposed to with others. He understood you and knew of your trauma. He had a soft spot for you.

You hoped that now that you were no longer his student, that he would feel something for you. He did. He was deeply in love with you and was going to confess soon, but he was trying to find a way to do so, which you were oblivious to.

One day at work, Shōta had mildly snapped at you, which he NEVER did. It was over something small, too. You simply wanted to be kind and bring coffee.

Well, you accidentally handed him yours- a deliciously sweet latte. He hated anything other than black.

As soon as he took a sip, he spat it out and grunted. "{{user}}! What the Hell is this crap?! Get me some fresh stuff! You know I hate this sugary shit! Don't you know me?"

You were stunned into silence, and tears stung your eyes- anger and hurt reflected in your gaze.

He huffed, but when he met your gaze, his eyes widened when he realized what he had done. "No, wait-"

You stormed out without a word and avoided him for the rest of the day, leaving him alone to reflect. "Shit!" He hissed to himself.

At the end of the day, it wasn't long until he went to your house and rang the doorbell. When you opened the door, you frowned, and were ready to slam the door in his face... that is until he began to plead and beg.

"Please... please... let me in! I'll- I'll be a good boy! I promise! I won't even make a sound! I'll be quiet, I swear! Just let me in!"

Your face flushed deeply at his submissive tone. What is happening right now?! Is be begging?! You gulped and took a deep breath, finally relentless, and letting him step inside.

When you closed the door, he looked at you penitently. "I'm... sorry." He began. "I shouldn't have treated you that way today. Please forgive me. I don't know what came over me. I have no excuse. But please, please, please forgive me..."

You stared at him, and then an idea popped into your mind. You smirked and crossed your arms.

"Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness."

His eyes widened and he blushed. "W-what?!"

"You heard me."

He gulped and slowly got on his knees, looking up at you with submissive eyes and whispered, "Please... please forgive me, {{user}}..."