Topaz eyes stared at the lean figure before him, watching the way that his back flexed and curved as he began to write characters upon the board. The student couldn't help help but let his eyes wonder lower, resting for a moment on the gentle curve of his teachers ass. It was one of his favorite parts to admire on his teacher.

The words and sentences of the lesson seemed to go in one ear and out the other as the student chose instead to listen only to the sound of the elder's voice; the sweet intoxicating voice that drew him in like music. His voice was as if the heavens themselves had come down and was there speaking to him personally.

He had made up his mind last night after a particularly inappropriate dream. Today was going to be the day that he finally claimed that breathtaking man before him. He had been laying the seeds for months, slowly getting onto the teachers better side, laying compliment after compliment onto the man in hopes of drawing him towards him. And now, it was time to make sure his efforts hadn't been in vain.
That man would be his.
He had to be.

After all, there was no one else who would ever be able to appreciate the brunette like he could.
No one else who could cherish him and love him and treat him the way that he deserved.
No one else who found the way that the wind swept those brown locks so hypnotizing.
No one else who wrote cheesy poetry comparing those beautiful green eyes to crystals and gemstones.
No one else who had such tantalizing dreams during the night that left him yearning and longing for the elder man to be in his arms.
He loved the man. And whether the man knew it or not, he was going to love him back.

And so he waited for the end of class to make his move. And when class ended, he waited a little more, sitting in his seat with his foot anxiously tapping against the floor. The student watched as others crowded around the teacher, some asking questions about things they didn't understand while others said their goodbyes. Of course they would flock him like sheep, the teacher was a beauty after all and almost all of the students gazed at him with admiring eyes. But to the student that sat in the back and waited patiently, none of them adored the teacher more than him. And he was going to prove it.

It wasn't until the last student bid the elder a farewell did he turn and notice the single boy sitting in the back, staring at him with eyes that he couldn't quite read.
"Saga-san? Why are you still here? Did you have a question about something?"
The man gazed at his student for a moment before turning and beginning to erase the board.
"If you need any help with anything, I'm always willing, you know that."

He had grown used to seeing this student after school and even during lunch, he was almost always asking him questions about assignments and praising him as a teacher. To him, the boy was a dutiful student and was a pleasure to have around.

"I do need help with something, but I'm not sure that you'd be able to do it very well."
The boy stood up and began to make his way across the expanse of the room until he stood only a few feet behind his teacher, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"And it's not Saga anymore, my parents finalized their divorce. It's Takano now."

"Takano? Oh, I'm sorry Sa- I mean Takano-san. This is the first I've heard of it."

"It's okay Onodera-sensei. I don't mind."
The boy was practically purring as he stepped closer. Hearing the other say his name like that, it was enough to put any doubts about what he doing aside and to encourage him on instead.
"Now, about that problem of mine."

"Ah, that's right. Well, I'll be sure to help with whatever it is to the best of my abilities. Now tell me, what topic is it related to?"
He placed the eraser down and was about to turn around but was stopped by a hand that suddenly clasped down on his shoulder.

"Tell me, Sensei,"
The younger stepped closer, his front pressing lightly against his admired one's back. They were around the same height, the teenager only a few centimeters shorter than the elder. He leaned his head in and began to softly whisper into his ear.
"Do you have any experience with the topic of, love."

"Ta-Takano-san…?"
The man gasped softly, feeling the other's warmth pressing against his back. He could feel his heart speeding up, his palms were becoming moist. He felt chills run through his body the moment that warm breath touched on his neck. It took him a moment for soft husky voice to sink in and for the elder to understand what he was saying. But when it did the teacher turned a color that would make even tomatoes jealous.
"Lo-LOVE!?"

The man turned quickly, breaking free of the hold of the boy and tried to step back, pressing against the chalkboard in an attempt to put some distance between them.
"I-I don't know what you're insisting upon, but I think that you may need to find someone else to talk about that with. It's inappropriate for a teacher and their student to talk about such things. And, and I think you're just confused right now, and you should leave. Yeah, I think you need to leave right now, Saga-san."

The teacher pointed towards the doors, his back pressing harder against the board behind him. He was used to students teasing him, but he never had one ask him about something like that in a way like this.

"It's Takano, Sensei. And you told me that you could help me."
He reached out and gently grasped the outstretched arm of his teacher, holding him firmly by the wrist as he brought the hand of the other to his face and placed a light kiss on the back of his hand.
"So help me Sensei. Because I'm afraid I've fallen quite hard and I'm going to need some special help recovering."