i guess summer’s fine too
summary cute upperclassman nakamoto yuta is your project partner in the hot hot summer quarter sex ed class and you don’t know what to do about your nervessssss.
warnings mentions of sexxx
Think of something to distract you from your nerves. He’s coming closer and you don’t want him to think you’re a weakling. Be confident. Think smart. Nerves. Nervousssss. The nervous system. What was it made up of? Oh, yes two parts. Number one, there’s the peripheral nervous system. Then number two there’s the central nervous system, which is made up of the--
“Hi. Uh, hello?” He waves his hand in front of your face. “You alright?”
“Huh? Um, yes. Sorry. I’m Y/n.” You snap out of your internal listing of parts of the nervous system and look him in the eye like a more normal person. He reaches out his hand to shake yours.
“I’m Yuta. Nakamoto Yuta.” His smile is dazzling. You kind of want to cry, but you control yourself. You must control yourself. You’ve heard about Yuta. A few rumors floating around campus.
And these are lucky facts for you because this is the Easy A Sex Class everyone takes to fulfil whatever undergraduate requirement it fills. This class is a smaller size than it usually is though because it’s summer quarter. Most of the other kids in your class are upperclassmen though trying to graduate soon. You’re the youngest one here, but you’ll be fine especially with Yuta as your partner for the final project. His being a bio major and lowkey hoe will definitely come in handy.
“We dun got this in the bag.” You find yourself quietly saying out loud. Emphasis on quietly because you say it so quietly Yuta ends up asking you to repeat yourself.
“Nothing. Nothing. Let’s get a look at the project requirements.” You say then make room for him to sit next to you and pull up the instructions document.
Hey, Yuta. Sorry to bother you but I have another question about sex ed hw
You keep asking me questions. You gotta stop because I actually don’t know anything. I’m about as lost as you are.
UH. BUT aren’t you a bio major?
Uh yeah plant bio -- technically a botany major but our school calls it plant bio or (as the cool kids say) pBio but yeah
Then you stop texting him unless it has to do with the final project. You feel bad about believing too much about the rumors, but they were right about the soccer babe thing (as you’ve learned from brief small talk). He’s been playing since he was six. The smile thing? For sure true. 50% of the rumors were confirmed true, so he could be a hoe or maybe not. Who knows? You’re a pure child. Better to not take any chances.
And take no chances you did. You’re on the phone with him right now trying to negotiate the exchange of a diagram.
“Y/n, please, can you just pick it up from my place? I’m sick.”
You don’t trust him. You don’t want to be alone with him. He also still makes you kinda nervous so much that you’d probably stop yourself before getting to his place. Maybe he’s lying about being sick and trying to sleep with you. So after 15 more minutes of negotiations you convince “sick” Yuta to come over to your dorm to drop it off.
But. Uh oh. It turns out he’s actually sick, so once he hands you the diagram he passes out real quick. It’s quite a walk from his place to your place and the weather outside isn’t that hot but probably killer for someone with an actual fever.
“Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.” You continue mumbling at yourself upset at your foolish life decisions. You forgot that your roommate won’t even be coming back because she left for the weekend, so you would’ve been alone with Yuta regardless. Now you might have to spend the night with him.
Yuta’s body lies still and fevered at your doorway. You can’t just leave his body like this because then you’d have to leave the dorm door open, which would be gross and weird because you live right next to the stairwell.
“Jesus fuck. Do I really have to TOUCH this hoe’s body?” You figure it’s fine to think out loud. You’re panicked and he didn’t move when you were talking to yourself earlier. The strength training your gym friendly friends have been forcing you to do has come in handy because you were able to drag Yuta’s body to the foot of your bed on top of some blankets you laid on the ground to make it semi-comfortable.
He still isn’t awake after all of that. He’s still breathing. He should be fine. Yeah. Sure. A few hours pass and you want to sleep too, so you’re about to climb into your bed when the thought of accidentally rolling over onto Yuta pops into your mind. You’re a fairly active sleeper. Also, you don’t want Yuta’s face to be the first thing you see in the morning. So that discounts your bed and your roommate would kill you if she found out you slept in her bed. You settle on the best option: the bathtub. Old dorms lead to odd accessories and your dorm (actually one of five dorms in your hall) is outfitted with a bathtub. There’s a standing shower too. Real boujee.
Peek-a-peek-a-peek-a-boo. Peek. Peek. Peek. PeeeEK.
Front row seats to a Red Velvet concert?! Your friend texted you last night and now you’re here. Front row! All for free! Wild. Wild. This must be a drea—
Shuffles from the doorway awaken you. Looking in that direction after rubbing your eyes a few times. You see him. Nakamoto Yuta. His eye peeking out of a crack in the door like a little kitten trying to push its way into a room. He’s the first thing you see this morning. Exactly what you were trying to avoid last night by moving into this strangely comfortable spot.
“Oh, okay. Okay. Good you’re not naked. I was worried you were taking a bath and I just really really need to pee.” He says very quickly. His voice is a little crackly. Some morning voice.
Pee? Peek? Peek a boo? Oof he’s ruining everything for you.
“What? Huh. Okay. Sorry I’ll get out.” You quickly shuffle out dragging your blanket and pillows with you.
He basically runs in and loudly slams the door shut, “Shoot! Sorry!”
“Mhm. You’re good.” And you try to not listen as he begins to pee. He’s quick though and stays by the bathroom doorway watching you while you sit on your bed. He folded all the blankets he used the night before and left them on the foot of your bed. A neat boy. A pretty neat guy.
“Thanks for letting me stay the night. I feel way better now.”
“I guess my dorm floor does wonders for your immune system.” You two laugh.
“So, why’d you sleep in the bathtub?” He asks. His big sunshiny smile warming your cold exterior. You don’t want to admit that you’re kinda scared of him because he’s a hoe. So you think of excuses.
“I-I just didn’t want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning.”
“If you slept on your bed then the ceiling would be the first thing you would’ve seen.”
“Well, uh, I sleep on my side angled in a way that I face the ground. Could’ve fallen on top of you.”
“Sure. And that’s happened before?” He cocks an eyebrow.
“You sure?” He’s grilling you. You keep your eyes trained on his trying to keep calm. Nerves. Calm. Down.
“Fine.” He’s got you. “I-I…”
“Mhm, yes?” Yuta smiles a little, trying to be gentle coax you into giving an honest answer.
“I didn’t wanna get sick. You were pretty out of it.” And it looks like he believes you! He nods then walks over to sit on your desk chair.
“Fair reasoning. Sorry for making you sleep there.” He’s looking at the diagram he came over to deliver to you. And you feel plagued with guilt. He came all the way here to give you that. He’s been anything but rude. He hasn’t tried anything. He’s one of the nicest people you know and you can’t just lie to him.
“Fine, Yuta. I’ll tell you the truth.” And you admit it. You admit that he makes you nervous because of the rumors about him specifically the one about him being a hoe. You were afraid of being taken advantage of.
“Y/n.” He chuckles. He literally laughs out loud his bright smile glowing even brighter in your face with the audible laughing giving it more power. More shine. Makes him more comforting. More nice. “You realize the real hoes are Jaehyun and Johnny. Those boys, my guys. Some of my best friends actually. They’re cool and honestly it’s fine to be a hoe as long as you’re not causing problems and--but that’s besides the point.” He rolls and his eyes and scoffs. “Y/n, I’m trying to graduate with that five year masters program. I don’t have much time for people, let alone sleeping around.”
“I’m trying to get into academia, so I wanna get my masters early so then I can get an early start on my PhD and become a professor.”
“Wow. Are you serious?” You cackle. “You’re a serious plant nerd.”
“Well, you too. You’re a nerd too.” He points at you.
“Dear, you’re taking summer classes and are nowhere close to graduation. You’re not even trying to graduate early. So like why else would you be doing this? You’re a nerd. You like education. You like school.”
“I’m just trying to get ahead…” You mumble defensively.
“Okay.” He smirks and stands up getting in front of you. “Wanna get some coffee so we can do some nerd studying together?”
“I thought you didn’t have time for other people?” He’s making you nervous again, but a different kind. A little hopeful kind.
“Well, I’m making time for you. Coming?”
“Sure.” And you two go to the door to prep for another long day of summer studying.
