When Aoto was next cornered by Sensei after school, he didn't bother fighting back. "I'll let you do it as many times as you want today, but you have to wear a condom. And this is the first and last time."
Aoto didn't know at the time that there was someone else on the school grounds. The next day as Aoto battled a sore asshole and aching back, he received nothing but probing stares. He chose to ignore them until one of his usual bullies approached him during lunch. Aoto usually sat on the roof because no one went up there for lunch.
"Is that how you pass all your classes?" His classmate's eyes glinted like Sensei's often did, and Aoto knew in that moment why he was the subject of stares, and that it meant surviving graduation would be an uphill battle.
"If you're jealous, I can open my mouth wide open for you," he said with more confidence than he felt. He didn't want to relive an experience like yesterday. "Sorry, back there is a little sore."
And so, Aoto's second life began; he slept with anyone "in a pinch," and didn't make a big fuss. While he was praised for his sexual skills in the dark, no one dared speak to him during school hours. The day of college entrance exams, the partner the night before had fucked him so hard it was impossible for him to properly focus, so his dream of escape evaporated with his average test scores. The weeks leading to graduation were dark as a result, and it was around that time that Aoto didn't just lose his fear of cars, but his fear of death in general. Or more simply put, he stopped caring.
Luckily, the local university was big enough where he didn't run into his past classmates. But they knew he attended the same university and it only took two months for most of the campus to be somewhat aware of his status as being like that. He wanted to avoid fanning the flames if only to avoid being stared at by everyone 24/7, so he made a rule to avoid hookups with students that attended the same university.
So why did I get on my knees for that oaf?
It was a good question, but Aoto already knew the answer. The "oaf" carried the perfect package, one that rivaled Toma's. Even so, regret rotted his stomach when he remembered what he'd done. School grounds aren't hunting grounds, dumbass. The rumors that could start from the incident were ones Chūshi wouldn't be able to take Aoto knew, yet that hadn't stopped him.
Of course, there was the tutoring to worry about as well. There was no way in hell that he could pass without a tutor and he knew he couldn't do better than a native English speaker. But there was no way Chūshi would want to tutor him now much less be in the same room as him.
Ah, but he didn't push you away, his conscience reminded him.
He sighed, his brain conjuring the moment Chūshi shoved that glorious member down his throat. Just the memory made his mouth and dick tingle in anticipation. I want to feel him again… somewhere else…