#higuruma x reader

[helofoxx]

Casuaaal

[ken-kozu]

── .✦ a study sesh with your professor, higuruma, ends in you bent over learning the wrong lesson.

CW: smut with plot , heavy dialogue , heavy plot , praising (usage of good girl) , slight degradation , fingering , finger riding , slight (?) age gap (reader 25-27; higuruma 34-36) , slight dumbification , unprotected sex , slight cringe , penetration (p in v) , not edited

PLAYLIST: worst behavior by ariana grande , send your loving by ama louise , all fours by kwn , touch myself by kwn , art deco by lana del rey

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You stare at the graded paper in your hands. Red marks on every page and the a big 62% circled in the corner.

“If you keep looking at it you’re gonna burn it into your eyes.” Shoko says as she walks by your side to the cafe.

“It’s like every time I think I get I’m doing better I fail. This is blowing me.” you go to sit down a table, roughly stuffing the paper into your bag. “Isn’t your professor that one hot tired looking guy?”

You smirk at the image of him that appears in your head. “Yeah,” your face instantly changes as you remember the grade he gave you, “that won’t do anything for me. He’s just a hot teacher, a girl can day dream though.” you say with a sigh.

Shoko looks up from her phone, “Just go talk to him about it. He could probably help you get a better understanding on what you need to work on.”

You lay your chin onto your arm, looking up at your friend. “I could do that.”

“Have you not done it before?” she asks with a raised brow.

“I did like…once.” you say cowardly.

Shoko squints her eyes at you “So you’re telling me you’ve been complaining about your grades to me and have yet to speak to him about it?”

You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, “When you put it like that…”

“Stop talking to me.” she says going back to her phone.

“But Shoko!” you whine.

“No, book an appointment with him and fix that grade. You’re passing every class but that one which you need by the way.” she replies without looking up from her phone. You groan as you pull out your phone to email him about an office appointment.

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You stand in front of his office door as you await for it to open. You fidget with your bag strap and dust off your skirt. You were currently wearing a black two piece skirt set that came just above your knees.

Your mind raced as you stood outside, it felt like hours passed before he opened his door. “Professor.” you say with a small nod, Higuruma returns the nod as he greets you and lets you in.

He follows in, closing the door behind him. You sit in the seat in front of his desk as you wait for him to speak up.

“So what brings you in?” Higuruma asks, leaning on his desk with his arms crossed awaiting your response.

“My grades, you’re the only class I can never pass and it’s frustrating.” you grab your recent paper out of your bag, setting it on his desk. You grab your recent paper out of your bag, setting it on his desk.

He picks it up as you continue to speak, “A 62%? I just need to know what I did wrong or what I need to work on Professor.” Higuruma skims your paper before looking back at you.

Your eyes were filled with desperation as you wait for some form of guidance or tips to improve your grade.

“We can look over this paper together and figure out what you need to work on.” He makes his way to his seat across from you and grabs a pen. You’re filled with joy as you hear his idea, quickly grabbing your notebook from your bag to write down everything.

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A couple hours pass, your hand starting to cramp after all the notes you’ve been taking. You knew you were doing bad but not this bad. “Your thesis still isn’t clear, you can’t have a valid argument without clearly defining what you’re arguing.” you grow frustrated with every note.

“How am I supposed to make it any clearer than it already is?”

You erase and write a new thesis, irritation growing with every stroke of your pencil. Higuruma lets out a deep sigh, “Come over here.” he says gesturing for you to come to his side of the desk.

You get up, pulling your skirt down and walk to his side. He circles common mistakes you make to show where you’re going wrong at. You let out a frustrated sigh, “Then what am I supposed to say instead?”

Higuruma looks up at you as he watches your eyebrows furrow as you try to figure out a different approach. “Let’s take a break.” he says placing his pen down.

‘Finally.’ you think to yourself while stretching. You grab your phone to check the time, 8:47 brightly shined as you read your screen.

“It’s getting late and I barely understand anything.” you say, your voice filled with sadness. You felt your throat grow tight as you tried to choke back tears.

Higuruma catches you trying to hold back your tears, “You okay?” he asks. Those two words unleashed a cry that you were struggling to keep in. His eyes widen as he watches you cry on the corner of his desk.

He hands you a tissue as you attempt to wipe the continuously flowing tears that fell from your eyes. “I’m s-sorry. I just can’t understand this and you’re the only class I’m failing.”

Higuruma sits there and nods as you rant, “This isn’t professional whatsoever. I’m crying in front of my hot professor. Shoko is going to clown me.” your cries have calmed down a bit but the tears continued to flow from your eyes.

Higuruma catches what you say, he felt his pants tighten at the comment. His face grows warm as his suppressed thoughts circulate his mind.

He’s always found you attractive, you were a hard working student and he knew that. When you booked this meeting he imagined bending you over this exact desk to physically drill the information into you, but that isn’t right.

He’s a teacher and you’re his student. That wasn’t professional.

Higuruma goes to calm you down, “Hey, hey it’s okay.” he speaks up now closer to you. You turn to look at him, your lashes wet from your tears and your eyes glossy. You sniffle as you regain your composure.

You take in Higuruma’s features, now that you were up close you got to analyze his face. His eyes did have a tired look to him, his nose…god his nose looked big. Your mind wandered into forbidden territory as you imaged him face deep into your soaking cunt—.

No, you can’t think that way; but his lips. They were parted, the urge to plant a kiss growing. Your eyes land onto his before falling onto his lips again.

You don’t know what took over you but your lips were on his. The kiss was slow yet intimate. You’re brought back to your right mind instantly breaking the kiss. “Oh my fuck. I am so sorry ohmygodohmygod.” you were frantically apologizing as you realized what you just did.

“Please don’t report me I can’t get kicked out.” you begged tears falling from your eyes once again.

There you stood in his office, teary eyed and stressed, frantically apologizing for your previous action. Your cries turned Higuruma on more than it should’ve. The instinct to kiss it better driving him to plant his lips onto yours.

Your cries become muffled as his mouth meets yours.

Your tears stained his cheeks as your hands go to his chest. Higuruma sits back down into his seat dragging you along with him, his hands cupping your face as if you were to disappear if he were to let go.

His legs spread as you absentmindedly sit atop his lap, lips never leaving his. He sucks on your tongue, the wet kisses filling your ears as you both continue to make out.

You roll your hips slowly as you feel his growing erection directly under your cunt, the growing need soaking your underwear. Your chest rises and falls as you feel Higuruma thrust up into you, chasing the heat emitting from your needy, wet hole.

You break the kiss as you feel Higuruma still kiss along your neck before making eye contact with you. “We can’t do this.” you say, breaths shallow as you try to catch them.

He nods dazedly, only half hearing what you said.

“This isn’t professional or right.” you say hoping he hears you as your eyes fall onto his lips, you bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from kissing his but your last bit of composure was slipping away.

“We can stop right now, just say the words.” his eyes were drunk off a kiss alone as he looked up at you half lidded.

You shake your head lazily, “We can’t stop.” Higuruma’s lips smashes back into yours as your hands cup his cheeks, your lips leaving and meeting his again.

“Don’t stop, please.” you say in between each kiss. You roll your hips against him once again, feeling him bite your lip.

Higuruma’s hands embedded themselves into your waist as he guides the slow deliberate grind of your hips onto his covered aching cock. Every movement became more sensitive than the last, his fingers dug into your sides, holding you as if you were going to disappear in a matter of seconds.

Higuruma had fantasized this exact moment countless of times. His tongue occupied your mouth as you move your body closer to his, your hard sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. Higuruma thrusts his hips up into your covered soaked cunt, an attempt to fuck the heat emitting from it.

Your back arches as he hits your bud with messy thrusts, dragging whimpers and moans from you.

Higuruma breaks the kiss leaving your lips swollen and a string of saliva falling down your chin. His tired eyes were filled with need and your mind was hazy. Your need for him grew and it showed as you pushed your hips into his hardened dick.

You always got what you wanted and Higuruma was no different. His hands still on your sides helped with your impatient movements as he watched your face contort with each grind as you chased your building orgasm.

“You’re such a needy student, how long have you been dreaming about this moment?” his breath was on your ear as his words filled your head. His fingers move from your waist to your soaked underwear pushing them aside and inserting a single digit.

Your back arches at the sudden pressure entering your dripping hole finally allowing the pleasure to be fulfilled. “Be a good girl for me and answer my question.” he inserts his second finger as he begins to pump them in and out, slow and sensual.

“A-awhile.” is all you can muster, your mind only focusing on his thick, long fingers moving in and out of your sensitive dripping walls.

A grin plasters his face as he hears your small whimpers fall from your lips.

Higuruma presses his thumb onto your bud, pulling a stuck moan from your throat. The touch sends a shock throughout your body as the sound sends a wave into his.

His his tip drips with pre-cum as it twitches with every sound you make, the stain on his pants growing by the second. Your hands find their way onto his meaty thighs, squeezing his pants as a way to ground yourself. The pace of his fingers speed up, your walls fluttering with every pump and push.

You ride his fingers to chase the ball of pleasure in your abdomen needing the release now. Your neediness was driving Higuruma crazy, his hips thrusting at the speed of your grind. His fingers speed up as his mind fills with images of you perfectly arched as you take him like the good listening student you are.

“H-higuu.” you cry as your bounces waver and weaken, feeling the climax almost reaching its peak. “I’m right here,” he lets out a breath before finishing his sentence, “you’re doing so good taking my fingers like this. you’re whimpers a-as pretty as you.” you arch your back at the compliment as your pleasure washes over you, release spilling from your cunt and pooling onto Higuruma’s hand.

He groans your name as he feels your walls spasm around his fingers. You cry at the over stimulation as you sit on his lap letting your pleasure soak his work pants.

Higuruma needed more, his filled balls ached at the thought of fucking you over his desk.

He watches you catch your breath as his eyes hung low, hunger and need filling them. He pulls you in closer by your waist and greedily kisses your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. Higuruma lifts you up placing his hands under your ass, never breaking the shared kiss.

He sets you atop of his desk slightly bending down to continue the kiss as you push his papers off, giving you more space. his hands fumble with his belt as he goes to remove it, you move your hands to the hem of his boxers, pulling them down growing just as impatient as him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve awaited this moment.” Higruma admits as he breaks the kiss. Your eyes look up into his while shallow fast breaths leave your mouth. “You dream about fucking all your students professor?” you ask as your hand makes its way to his dick.

You smear the precum from his tip along his shaft using it as lubricant to pump his long cock.

Higuruma drops his head low letting out a long held groan while you pump his thick cock in your hand. He attempts to gain composure before speaking, “Not all, just the needy and disruptive ones.”

Your pace stays the same, ignoring his weak thrust into your hand. “This is against all rules professor.” your breath is shaky as he leans in closer, Higuruma’s hand grabs your wrist to remove your hand from his dick. “You weren’t saying this while riding my fingers just a few moments ago.” he pulls you off the edge of his desk to flip you over.

A small gasp escapes your mouth at the sudden movement, his hands placed on both sides of your waist as you stand exposed and wet. Your thighs were coated with your last release. The sight of you drove Higuruma crazy.

Higuruma uses your slick to coat his dick before passing his tip against your entrance, teasing you as he watches your sensitive, drenched hole clench around nothing but the cold office air.

He places a hand on your lower back to deepen your arch, prepping you before he enters. His puffy tip makes its way into you, stretching just the entrance. The size being bigger than what you’re used to.

Your eyes squeeze shut as he continues to push himself in, feeling the heat wrap around his cock and your walls pull him in deeper.

Your arm flies back to push him away, the feeling of his heavy hard dick pushing its way in sends a small wave of pain before pleasure throughout your body. Higuruma grabs your hand and pushes it behind your back to keep you from stopping him.

“You can take me, you’re gonna be my star student and this is a lesson you need to pay very close attention to.” You moan at his words as he holds your hand behind your back.

Higuruma’s head falls back slightly as he feels your walls squeeze around him. His dick stretching you with every stroke, his pace never wavering. Your toes curl as he hits that sensitive spot with his head. Precum paints your walls as he drills into you over and over.

“You’re doing so good, you’re pulling me i-in deeper just how I like. Look at you, such a quick learner.” he says while watching his dick disappear into you with every stroke.

“You feel so good higurum-ma” you hiccup out.

You feel a ball of heat grow in your gut as Higuruma pounds into you relentlessly. Your head falls down as you try to grab him again, the pressure becoming too much to take.

He pushes your hand and moves his to your waist, holding you up for deeper access. “Be a good girl and cum on my dick. I know you can do it come on.” You moan out his name as you coat his dick with, grabbing at air to anchor you.

Higuruma was far from done, he had dreamed of having you bent over and fucked dumb.

He pulls out as he watches your legs shake with pleasure. Higuruma goes to sit down in his seat before pulling you back onto his lap. “I’m not finished yet.” Your back faces his chest as he slowly pushes his way back in feeling your sensitive walls spasm with every inch.

“Oh my god.” falls from your lips as your head falls back onto his shoulder.

Higuruma strokes his hips into you the angle better than the last. You both share groans as he finds a pace that sends you both into a clouded state. Higuruma’s hands squeeze your tits as his thumb circles your perky nipples.

His mouth on your neck as he places pleasure filled kisses along your collar bone. “Right there.” you say as he bites at your sweet spot.

Your fingers pulls his hair as he leaves bruises along your neck. Higuruma’s strokes become deliberate as he feels his release building up. His balls slapping against your ass the sound lewd to any listening ears.

You grow wet with every stroke feeling it pool out onto his thighs. You grab Higurumas face to pull him in for a sloppy kiss, feeling his strokes waver with every second. His thumb presses and pinches your clit while you moan into his mouth.

You bounce with his strokes and squeeze his twitching dick that coats your gummy walls with his precum.

“Do you hah— do you want to feel me inside?” he asks through sloppy poor kisses. You nod as the pleasure starts to take over.

“I don’t understand nods. W-words, use them.” Higuruma grabs your waist as he leans back in his chair to slam you back down onto his dick. You could feel him everywhere, his brutal strokes causing your climax to rip out your body.

Your eyes roll back as he bruises your cervix continuously. “Answer the question please, I can’t hold it in anymo-ore” he says in a slight breathless plea. “I wanna feel you inside me.” you say weakly.

Higuruma lets out a guttural groan as his release shoots into you, letting it go soft inside as you both lay there catching your breaths.

As your breath evens out reality strikes you, you just fucked your professor.

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[eleganzadellarosa]

Next stop: pound town

pairing: Higuruma x fem!reader

genre: smut smut smut

warnings: MDNI (absolute filth honestly, pwp, public sex, dry humping, slight bondage, kinda mean dom hiromi)

word count: 2.5K

a/n: nothing to say but I’m absolutely obsessed with him (and his big nose) and I had no choice but to write this.

It was an early morning. Overtime had stretched on for much longer than you thought last night so now you were stuck catching the morning train. Everyone who needed to be to work by 9 am took this train which meant that it was pretty packed to say the least.

You stood in the subway, legs ready to give up on you as you waited at the line. You could hear the train approaching from your left, so you moved up a bit further, ready to step on as soon as those doors opened. When it stopped in front of you, your eyes widened at the sheer amount of people packed in like sardines. The doors opened with a hiss and you pushed and shoved your way on.

Surprisingly, you were able to grab onto a handle right in front a guy who looked two seconds away from killing everyone just to get a nap in. Boy did you understand. You were squished nonetheless, but at least you weren’t going to get tossed around. Or so you thought. The ride was unusually bumpy, causing your legs to knock the man’s to the side.

“Sorry!” You say quickly but quietly.

He nods his head and gives you a small smile. But then it happened…one, two, three more times and now he looked up at you from the sides of his eyes. You tried to ignore him and act like he wasn’t staring holes into you, because it’s not like it was your fault for whatever the hell the train was running over. Your face burned red from the embarrassment as you bumped into him at least twice more before a particularly hard bump knocked you into his lap.

His thighs were sturdy and although he leaned his head back in an attempt to move away from you, his hands rested themselves at the edges of your thighs. Judging by how he didn't immediately push you off, you weren't sure if he didn't mind or he didn't have the energy to do so. Instead of letting him decide, you tried to move off his lap but his hands kept you in place.

“You wanna stand up just to bump into me again? Stay here so I can finally close my eyes on this long ride.” He said in a low, gravelly, almost whispering tone as his lips pressed close to your ear. He shushed you right as you began to speak up.

Your stop wouldn't be for about another 2 hours or so which means if you were the first to get off, you'd be on his lap the entire time. Embarrassment spread through you like wildfire. You looked up to see that no one paid the two of you any mind as it was entirely too packed to want to focus on anything besides getting out and going home or to work. The man’s lap was thankfully comfortable and as promised, he had his eyes closed with his head leaned back and his legs slightly spread.

You swallowed hard on the saliva that accumulated in your mouth. A brown, leather briefcase sat next to him on the left. Was he a lawyer or something? You did a once over of his attire and that did seem to be true. A black suit with a now slightly loosened tie and perhaps the small bags under his eyes was evidence of his hard work. Must have been a long day. He was quite attractive now that you really paid attention. He had the most gorgeous nose you've ever seen on a man and with the firmness of his thighs, you could only imagine he was built just as good as he looked.

What were the odds you ended up on a hot guy's lap on the same train you ride 5 days a week? You tried not to think of the situation you were in right now but you were growing antsy and every bump of the train moved you that much closer to the seam of the man's pants. What the hell was wrong with this track?!

“Where’s your stop?” You turned just enough to whisper to him, although it wouldn’t make much of a difference if you didn’t with as loud as all the chatter and clanking sounds of the train were.

His grip on your legs tightened and he raised his head to look at you with tired and irritated eyes. “Think I’m gonna miss my stop sweetheart? I’ll gladly get off two stops later if that means I get more sleep.”

“Well…yeah. If you’re sleeping, you will miss your stop and so will I because you refuse to let me go.”

He stared at you a few seconds more then took his suit jacket off and draped it over the both of your legs (mainly yours). “Well you wanna help me stay awake then?” Right after he asked, a particularly hard bump bounced you on his lap and you could feel a hard bulge press against your core. “I tried my best to stay respectful but you constantly bouncing on my lap is getting to me.”

You dared a look up at everyone around you two, wondering if anyone heard what he said. But of course not, you knew that. Getting some action on the train has never been a thought that crossed your mind but maybe it should have. You had no idea how this was supposed to work but there’s a first time for everything right? You looked back at him and nodded your head. A small smirk moved his lips and his hands slipped under the jacket to land on your hips. He pushes up your skirt and moves his hands to your inner thighs to spread your legs slightly. He slid down in his seat just a bit to angle his hips upwards, settling against you even further. His hands played with the fabric of your pantyhose, using his nails to slightly scratch at the skin under them.

A sigh left your lips when he rolled his hips into you. Your cheeks were searing from the danger of it all and that made it feel so much better. You were timing your own movements every time he thrust up. The grip on your hips was getting tighter and he leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You pressed against me is just what I needed to clear my head after a long night.”

You whimper in response, feeling safe that the small sounds you make would get mixed in with the rest of the noise. He places a hand at the nape of your neck and pushes you slightly forward. The change in angle has the zipper of his pants create extra pressure on your clit, sending a jolt up your spine. The train hits another bump and somehow he uses the momentum to slam you down on his hips. You barely manage to bite your lip to hide the loud moan you almost let slip out.

He starts leading your hips to roll back faster and your eyes threaten to roll back. Once satisfied with pushing you so close to the edge, he pulled you flush to his chest. He grabs at the sheer material and easily rips a big enough hole for his fingers to fit in. He uses his middle finger to slide up and down over the wet spot on your panties and he lets out a shaky breath next to your ear. “Do I really feel that good?” Wasting no time, he pulled them aside and slipped into you knuckle deep.

Now would be the perfect time to be able to bite your hand or something to muffle your moans. However, as much as the passengers were blind (or at least pretending to be) to your actions, you weren’t going to do anything that raised suspicions. You had to settle for squeezing your lips together tightly and breathing as much as you could through your nose without it coming out as a whimper.

His fingers press against your sweet spot and speed up as much as the angle allows him without the movement of his arm giving his actions away. Your walls contract on his fingers and you’re sure your toes are permanently curled.

“Cum for me and I promise I’ll fuck you so good as soon as this car’s empty.” He says in a rushed whisper.

Your thighs clench and the best orgasm of your life hits you. You felt it literally from your head to your toes. His fingers with your juices were in his mouth when you lazily looked back at him. He was painfully hard now, a huge bulge barely held back by the fabric.

“Next stop, Ebisu.” A singsong like voice comes over the speakers, announcing the next stop. It was a 99% guarantee that everyone would be getting off and you’d be able to take the man up on his promise.

“Hear that? In a few minutes I’ll have this fat dick stuffing that plushy pussy.”

Your cheeks were warm as if he hadn’t been saying the lewdest things this entire time. The excitement had you restless—checking your watch every couple of seconds. The screech of the metal as the train came to a stop made your heart pump faster. As soon as the doors opened, with quick steps, everyone was out without bumping into each other somehow. The train was empty and you had until next stop to get your back blown out, otherwise you’d be pent up for the rest of the day.

You hadn’t moved from his lap when the doors closed and the train began to move again, so he was quick to throw the jacket aside and get to work. “We have 30 minutes until the next stop, think you can cum for me again?” He didn’t wait for an answer before moving you off of him to stand up. It was impossible to look even more attractive just because he was standing but he pulled it off with ease.

“I don’t care what we get done in 30 minutes, I just need you inside me.” You’d never craved someone so badly and 30 minutes would have to be more than enough.

When you stood up with him, his lips crashed into yours in a searing kiss. It was uncoordinated and hungry. Tongues fighting for dominance, teeth bumping into each other—it was the perfect mix of clumsy to match the overall rush. Your hands were tangled in his soft dark brown hair as he kissed at your neck and jaw. His, on the other hand, cupped your breasts through your top, squeezing roughly. You could finally moan and whimper as much and as loud as you wanted to. He worked on the buttons, quickly pulling the fabric apart. Your nipples were in his mouth in seconds after pulling your bra down.

His breathing turned rough and he wrapped an arm around your waist and used his hand to massage and pinch your other nipple.

“I-I need more.” You say breathily and as you pull his face away from your chest. “And I’m not sure your pants can hold that down any longer.” Gesturing at the obvious big bulge he was sporting.

He smirked “Well then be a good girl and bend over for me.” Happily you obliged, even pulling your skirt up to your waist. “Hope you don’t mind getting tied up.” Before you could ask questions, he guided your hands to the rail overhead and used his tie to bound your wrists, letting them dangle. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

He quickly planted a hand to your stomach to keep you stable on the oh so bumpy train and moved to finally free his hardness from its restraint. He pulled your panties down, drooling at the sight of your glistening pussy on full display. Bending down just for a second, he placed a kiss to your clit making your body jerk. He stood up with a chuckle and lined himself up and eased his way in.

You couldn’t help the long moan and slow blink of your eyes as he stretched you open so deliciously. Behind you, he bit his lip watching his length disappear into you and your walls suck him in. Every time he pulled back, a new layer of slick coated him. He gripped your hips tight and set a brutal pace, slamming into you with every thrust. The blend of deep thrusts and the pain from your wrists created a dangerous and sadistic mix of pleasure. You were convinced this is the best sex you’ve ever had and unfortunately you weren’t sure you’d ever get it again.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He grunted out, digging into the plush of your ass even harder—he was sure to leave bruises. He reached forward to grab your neck and pull you back closer to his chest. “She’s sucking me in like she doesn’t want me to leave and I can’t say I disagree.” He bit at your ear, changing the angle and abusing your cervix.

You let out choked “ah ah ah’s” with every passing second. You were losing your footing and your legs were starting to shake but he had such a stable hold on you that you were sure you wouldn’t fall; although you couldn’t with your wrists still hanging above your head. A white ring was forming at his base, small amounts of your wetness slipped at the sides and each thrust made a plap plap plap sound.

“Oh…I, I can’t take anymore, I-I’m gonna cum!” You were starting to feel a bit dizzy and your legs felt like jelly.

“Yeah? Feels so good you can’t handle it?” He was speeding up even more, rubbing fast circles on your clit. He could feel your walls flutter tightly around him and it felt like magic. “Cum for me pretty girl.”

A few more thrusts and rubs and your orgasm hit harder than the first one causing you to let out a high pitched moan. His thrusts were faltering and he let out small keens of his own.

“Don’t pull out, wanna take you home with me.”

And if that sentence wasn’t enough to make him hornier, it sure as hell made him cum. It was so warm filling you inch by inch.

Ding ding ding “Next stop: Shibuya.”

“Perfect timing.” He pulled your panties back up and zipped up his pants before untying your wrists. He placed a kiss on each one and helped you sit back down. You were still coming down from your high and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Can’t believe we just did that.” Leaning your head on his shoulder, you take in the musky and earthy scent of him that you didn’t notice earlier.

“Me neither but I’m glad we did. Best train ride of my life.” Just then the train comes to a halt and the doors buzz open. “Unfortunately this is my stop, but here take this.” He reached into the briefcase next to him and pulled out a card and handed it to you. “Shoot me a text and I’ll bring you some new pantyhose.”

You sat up to take the card and looked down at it.

Iwate Bar Association, Higuruma Hiromi: Defense Attorney

“Very nice to meet you Hiromi and will do.” A shy but flirty smile painted your face.

With his jacket draped over his arm and his tie sitting neatly at his neck, he shook your hand and shot you a wink. “And pleasure doing business with you.”

credit to @pixopix for the divider

[cmdrfupa]

Higuruma is Type A and you are Type X, and he will never not be mesmerized by just how you operate.

Because what do you mean you laughed in his face when he began treating your small disagreement over dinner plans like it was a cross examination?

“Hiromi. Lower your voice please. This is over dinner. We will figure it out. Okay?”

You see his list. His schedules and clean spaces and appreciate them. You can of course match this energy when it matters.

But you are buying tickets to a midnight movie and it’s almost 11p. You’re thinking aloud on what snacks you’ll be sneaking in and he’s not sure if you’re experiencing mania or just embracing the streak of doing what feels right in the moment.

Hiromi admires your gut intuition that comes with the sharp wit and logic he fell for. He sees your unpredictable methods and smiles when even he can see “see” the light bulb go off when you have your moments of clarity.

You can look at him and see when the hyper fixation is leading into a stressed out Hiromi. And only you can take the files out of his hand, lead him to the shower, and spend the next 20 minutes helping one another get clean. Talking about something that isn’t work related but still keeps his brain positively active.

So when the time comes, and Hiromi asks you to move in, don’t worry, there is space.

He knows your favorite sweater will hang on the back of the same chair for two weeks. He knows your books will sometimes sit open on the table because “bookmarks get lost and I’m not doing doggy ears.”

And he knows laundry days will be his favorite, because that’s one of the few times he can participate in your method that is sprinkled with madness, and it will all make sense to him every single time.

[roseformarie]

𝐂𝐡. 𝟓 ᛝ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫

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They say May is when the wisteria blooms at its fullest, and today you finally understood why. Since morning, you had found yourself stealing glances out the window whenever you could, your attention drifting away from lesson plans and neatly written notes. The school grounds looked almost unreal, as if someone had taken a brush dipped in soft violet and let it cascade from the rooftops and trellises. The long clusters of flowers swayed gently in the breeze, brushing against windows and archways, turning the entire campus into something quiet and dreamlike. It felt too serene for an ordinary school day. You wondered if Higuruma could see the same view from his office, if the purple hues reached as far as his world too.

You were sitting at your desk, red pen in hand as you checked your students’ homework, when a sudden wave of chatter broke your concentration. A group of teachers had gathered nearby, their voices light and animated, and before you could fully tune in, one of them called your name. “Are you coming with us? Let’s have a drink at the new bar two blocks away from school.”

You looked up, slightly surprised, but the idea didn’t sound bad at all. “Sounds fun. Let’s go!”

“Perfect, then it’s settled!” she said, clapping her hands together with a satisfied smile. “How about we meet outside the school gate at five? That should give us time to change and get there before the bar gets packed.”

“It’s good enough for me!” you replied, returning her smile before standing up and making your way toward the printing machine. You waited patiently as it hummed to life, papers sliding out one by one. While waiting, you pulled out your phone, searching for the location of the bar, curious about what kind of place it was.

Just then, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you found Hokazono-sensei standing there with his usual gentle smile. Hokazono-sensei was known as the most handsome teacher in the entire school, and it wasn’t difficult to understand why. His appearance alone already drew attention wherever he went, but what truly made him popular was the way he spoke—soft, polite, and effortlessly kind to everyone around him. Even among the students, he constantly ranked first in the monthly favorite teacher surveys, something the other teachers often joked about with a mix of amusement and envy.

“Hokazono-sensei, what’s wrong?” you asked.

He smiled warmly before speaking. “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me to the bar. I’ll be driving. The others would join too.”

You blinked for a moment, processing his words before offering a polite smile in return. “Oh? The others would go with you too? Then I wouldn’t mind. Thank you so much, Hokazono-sensei.”

“Alright, then it’s settled. See you after school.”

By the time classes ended and the sky slowly softened into the warm colors of late afternoon, you found yourself standing near the school gate exactly as promised. Students gradually disappeared one by one, their voices fading into the distance, while the wisteria flowers above swayed gently in the evening breeze. You looked around several times, expecting to see the other teachers arriving soon, but strangely, no one appeared.

Just as you were about to pull out your phone to message one of them, a car slowly came to a stop in front of you.

The door opened, and Hokazono stepped out from the driver’s seat. Even outside school, he still looked impeccably put together, his calm demeanor untouched by the long workday. He walked around the car and opened the passenger door for you with practiced politeness.

“Let’s get going,” he said gently.

You hesitated slightly before getting in. “Umm… where’s the others…?”

Hokazono closed the door softly once you were seated before walking back around to the driver’s side. Even then, the warm smile on his face never faded. “They all had something come up at the last minute,” he explained calmly as he started the engine. “But don’t worry, they’ll still go to the bar.”

“O-oh… is that so? Well, I see…” you replied awkwardly.

Something about it felt a little strange. Surely someone could have informed you beforehand if plans had changed. Even the teacher you were closest with hadn’t sent you a single message about it. Of course, you knew Hokazono-sensei well enough. He was kind, reliable, and probably the least suspicious person in the school. Still… the silence from everyone else left an odd feeling sitting quietly at the back of your mind.

The ride felt longer than it actually was, slowed by unusually heavy traffic and the quiet settling inside the car. Outside the window, the city moved in streaks of evening light while the sound of the turn signal clicked softly every few moments.

Eventually, Hokazono broke the silence first. “What do you usually like to do on weekends?” he asked gently, briefly glancing in your direction before returning his eyes to the road.

“Weekends?” You repeated, trying to think of an answer quickly enough to keep the atmosphere from turning awkward. “Well… I usually bake, read…”

“Ah, you like baking?” His smile deepened slightly. “That’s wonderful. I’ve been craving strawberry cheesecake lately. Do you have any bakery recommendations?”

Strawberry cheesecake? What a coincidence, you just baked it last week. “If you’re asking for a bakery recommendation,” you said, “there’s a bakery in front of the law firm near our school. It’s really good.”

“I see,” Hokazono replied softly, his fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as the car continued forward through the slow evening traffic.

By the time you arrived at the bar, the evening crowd had already filled most of the place. Warm amber lights glowed softly against dark wooden walls, reflecting off rows of glass bottles lined neatly behind the counter. The atmosphere was lively and loud in the most comforting way possible, overflowing with overlapping conversations, bursts of laughter, and the occasional clinking of glasses meeting in cheerful toasts. Somewhere near the back, upbeat music played low enough to blend naturally into the noise without overpowering it. The scent of alcohol, grilled food, and perfume lingered warmly in the air, making the entire place feel pleasantly crowded.

As soon as you stepped inside behind Hokazono, one of the teachers spotted you immediately and waved enthusiastically from a large table near the center of the room. Most of them already looked noticeably relaxed, cheeks faintly flushed from the alcohol and the warmth of the packed bar.

“There you are!” one of them called out before their eyes shifted teasingly between you and Hokazono. “I see Hokazono-sensei gave you a ride, huh? What is it? Don’t tell me you two…”

“W-what?” you nearly choked on your own surprise, quickly shaking your head. “No… Aren’t you guys supposed to also—”

“Oh, come on now,” another teacher interrupted dramatically, laughing as they scooted over to make room for you. “Just sit down and join us already!”

The conversation moved on almost instantly after that, swallowed by another wave of laughter and chatter before you could properly question them earlier. Still, a faint awkwardness lingered inside you as you took your seat, though the lively atmosphere made it difficult to hold onto the feeling for long.

Drinks began arriving at the table one after another, colorful glasses catching the warm light as everyone enthusiastically ordered more than they probably should. At first, you only intended to sip slowly, but somewhere between the teasing conversations, the shared stories about students, and the constant encouragement to “just drink a little more,” your restraint gradually slipped away.

It had been a long time since you touched alcohol. Long enough that the warmth spreading through your body felt strangely nostalgic. You laughed more easily than usual, the tension in your shoulders loosening little by little as your glass was refilled again and again. The voices around you blurred together pleasantly, turning softer and brighter with each drink. Even your cheeks had begun to feel warm.

Across from you, Hokazono sat quietly with a glass resting loosely in his hand. Compared to everyone else, he drank slowly, almost carefully. He smiled whenever someone spoke to him, polite and composed as always, yet tonight he seemed far quieter than usual. And somehow, every time you looked up, his eyes were already on you.

Not intense enough to make you uncomfortable, but steady enough for you to notice. He watched you laugh with the others, watched the way you absentmindedly played with your glass between conversations, watched the gradual flush blooming across your face from the alcohol. The attention made something inside you feel faintly self-conscious, though in your slightly tipsy state, you couldn’t fully tell why.

By the time the clock neared midnight, the lively atmosphere from earlier had mellowed into the sluggish exhaustion of people who had stayed out longer than intended. One by one, the teachers began gathering their belongings, laughing tiredly as they prepared to leave. Some shared taxis, others waited near the entrance while adjusting coats and scarves against the cool night air outside. Empty glasses and half-finished plates littered the table, remnants of hours spent talking and drinking without much restraint.

Meanwhile, you sat hunched slightly over your phone, your vision frustratingly blurry no matter how many times you blinked. Your fingers fumbled clumsily across the screen as you tried to call a taxi, but even the simplest task suddenly felt impossible. “Ughh… why won’t my address show up?!” you groaned softly, squinting at the glowing screen as if it had personally betrayed you.

A nearby teacher noticed your struggle almost immediately and approached with visible concern. “Uhh… you’re way too drunk,” she said carefully, crouching slightly beside you. “I don’t think it’s safe for you to go home alone, even if you order a taxi.”

Another teacher looked over while slipping on his coat. “Can someone here drop her off at her apartment?”

“I would like to,” someone answered apologetically, “but my apartment is completely in the opposite direction.”

For a brief moment, nobody spoke. Until suddenly, a sharp scrape of chair legs against the floor cut through the noise. Hokazono stood up so abruptly that several people turned toward him at once, surprised by the sudden movement. His expression remained calm as always, though there was a firmness in his posture that hadn’t been there earlier.

“I’ll take her home,” he said simply.

A chorus of teasing reactions erupted almost instantly around the table. “Ohhh~ I knew it!”

“See? I told you something was suspicious!”

“Alright then, Hokazono-sensei,” one of the teachers laughed while pointing dramatically at him, “take her home safely and make sure she’s okay!” Hokazono only smiled politely at the teasing, neither confirming nor denying anything as he walked toward you. Meanwhile, you were still staring down at your phone with complete concentration, entirely unaware of the attention surrounding you.

“Hm… why are there two screens…” you muttered weakly.

Hokazono crouched slightly beside you, his voice gentle. “Can you stand?”

You blinked slowly before looking up at him, your expression dazed from the alcohol. “...Maybe?”

A few teachers burst into laughter at your honest answer. Hokazono sighed softly through his nose, though amusement flickered briefly in his eyes. Then, carefully, he reached down and helped you to your feet, steadying you when you nearly lost balance immediately afterward.“Easy,” he murmured quietly.

The warmth of the alcohol still clouded your mind, making everything around you feel softer and slower. By the time Hokazono guided you toward the exit, the cold midnight air waiting outside barely registered in your senses at all.

Inside the car, the atmosphere changed the moment the doors closed. The lively noise from the bar disappeared instantly, replaced by a heavy silence broken only by the faint hum of the engine and the distant sound of traffic outside. The soft politeness Hokazono had worn all evening slowly faded from his expression as he settled into the driver’s seat.

You barely noticed. Your body leaned weakly against the passenger door, your thoughts muddled from the alcohol, eyelids heavy as the streetlights outside blurred together into streaks of gold and white. Even keeping your head upright feels difficult now.

“Hm…” you mumbled incoherently, shifting slightly in your seat.

Hokazono glanced toward you briefly to make sure you wouldn’t fall over before his attention lowered to the phone still loosely resting in your hand. Carefully, he slipped it away.

Your fingers twitched faintly before falling limp against your lap as he unlocked the screen with ease, the glow of your phone illuminating the sharpness settling across his face. Gone was the warm smile and gentle demeanor that everyone at school adored so much. In its place was something colder. 

His thumb moved slowly across the screen, opening messages, scrolling through conversations, lingering over photographs stored carelessly inside your gallery. Selfies. Pictures with coworkers. Random photos of cafés, desserts, flowers blooming outside the school. And one in particular that irritated him—this man named Higuruma stubbornly hangs on top of your contact lists.

The faint warmth remaining in Hokazono’s expression disappeared almost immediately. His jaw tightened subtly as he opened the conversation, eyes scanning through the exchanges in silence. The simple messages irritated him more than they should have. The casual familiarity. The photos of food. The way that man appeared repeatedly between your conversations and daily life.

His grip around the phone tightened slightly. “Tch…”

Hokazono looked at you then. Your head rested helplessly against the seat, completely unaware of the way he stared at you now—no longer gentle, no longer merely polite. Something possessive lingered beneath his gaze, restrained only by the calm composure he had perfected over the years. His fingers brushed lightly against the edge of your phone before he muttered quietly into the silence, “You’re mine.”

Higuruma had just arrived at the apartment lobby, exhaustion weighing heavily on every step he took. His tie had loosened sometime during the night, several strands of dark hair falling messily over his forehead no matter how many times he pushed them back. Overtime again. The thought alone made him sigh quietly as he walked toward the elevator, his mind already drifting toward the comfort of his bed and the few hours of sleep he might still manage before tomorrow’s court session.

Without meaning to, his thoughts wandered to you. At this hour, you were probably already asleep. Maybe after cooking dinner again. Maybe after grading papers late into the night while half-listening to television in the background. The image came naturally now, settling into his mind with dangerous familiarity.

But the moment he stepped into the lobby, that expectation shattered. You were there, leaning heavily against another man’s shoulder.

Your movements were sluggish, unsteady, clearly drunk as you waited near the elevator. One of the lobby lights reflected softly against your flushed face while the man beside you kept an arm firmly around your waist to keep you upright.

Higuruma stopped walking. For the briefest second, something unreadable crossed his expression before it disappeared beneath practiced composure.

Then he approached. Before he could even speak, your eyes lifted sluggishly toward him, immediately brightening.

“Higuruma-san! Helloww!!” you slurred happily, waving at him with far too much enthusiasm despite nearly losing your balance in the process.

The other man’s grip tightened around you almost instinctively, steadying your body against him. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime at the same moment, and only then did Higuruma properly look at him. Well-dressed. Calm. Attractive in the kind of effortless way people naturally gravitated toward. And on top of all that… he looks young, somewhere your age. And holding you far too comfortably.

Hokazono’s expression shifted the moment their eyes met. The warmth in his polite smile dimmed slightly, something sharper settling underneath it before the mask returned almost immediately. Higuruma blinked once, quietly taking in the entire scene: your drunken swaying, the possessive firmness of Hokazono’s arm around you, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air.

Something unpleasant twisted low in his chest. Still, his voice remained calm. “You… and who are you?”

Hokazono smiled smoothly, “I’m a teacher at Wisteria High School,” he explained politely. “Are you her friend? She drank too much tonight, so I decided to take her home.”

Higuruma’s gaze lingered briefly on the hand still resting against your waist before returning to Hokazono’s face.

Then you spoke again before silence could settle. “Higuruma-san,” you mumbled, blinking up at him with sleepy concern, “are you wowking overtime again?? You must haven’t eaten anything right? I’m reaaally worried about you…”

The words hit him unexpectedly. Even drunk out of your mind, worried about him first. For a moment, Higuruma’s tired expression softened despite himself. His shoulders eased ever so slightly as he looked down at you swaying between consciousness and sleep. “…You should worry about yourself first,” he said quietly.

Then, after a brief pause, his eyes shifted back toward Hokazono again—calm, unreadable, yet noticeably colder than before. “I can take her from here.”

Hokazono’s smile remained perfectly polite, though his eyes sharpened slightly. “Pardon? You haven’t even introduced yourself.”

“Higuruma Hiromi.” His voice was calm, flat. “I’m a lawyer. I also live two doors away from her apartment.”

“A lawyer?” he repeated mildly. “That still doesn’t explain why I should hand her over to someone I’ve never met.”

Higuruma’s gaze hardened faintly. “And I’m supposed to trust a man who brought an intoxicated woman home alone after midnight?”

The atmosphere shifted instantly. You blinked slowly between them, your alcohol-clouded mind only vaguely sensing something tense unfolding around you.

Hokazono let out a soft chuckle, though there was little warmth behind it now. “Interesting accusation coming from a stranger waiting in an apartment lobby at this hour.”

“I live here,” Higuruma replied evenly. “You don’t.”

“And yet she got into my car willingly.”

“She’s drunk.”

“So?” The single word came out sharper than before.

Higuruma’s tired eyes narrowed slightly.  “Meaning her judgment is impaired.”

“And you think yours is objective right now?” Hokazono countered smoothly. “You seem awfully invested in someone who claims she’s merely a client.”

You suddenly pushed yourself away from Hokazono’s side, nearly stumbling immediately afterward before catching yourself against the elevator wall. “I can walk there myself!” you declared loudly. “I don’t need either of you!”

Both men instinctively moved at the same time when your knees almost gave out again. “I’m fine,” you repeated stubbornly.

Higuruma closed his eyes briefly, looking exhausted beyond words. Hokazono exhaled quietly through his nose, the tension easing for only a second because of your completely serious complaint.

“Then,” Higuruma said calmly, though the edge in his voice remained unmistakable, “I think the best solution is to take her to her door together.”

Hokazono studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable beneath the polite smile he wore so naturally. It was clear neither of them trusted the other enough to simply walk away now, and they both knew it. Finally, Hokazono nodded once. “Fair enough.”

Your head was pounding. Not just a dull ache, but a relentless throbbing that seemed to pulse behind your eyes with every heartbeat. Your throat felt dry and burning, your neck sore from sleeping in an awkward position, and the sunlight pouring mercilessly through the living room window felt far brighter than any sunlight had the right to be.

You groaned softly, immediately regretting it when the sound made your headache worse. For a few seconds, you simply lay there in complete confusion, staring blankly at the ceiling while trying to gather your thoughts together one by one. The couch beneath you felt unfamiliar enough that it took another moment for realization to settle in.

“I slept in the living room the whole night? I'm still wearing my uniform…”

Slowly, painfully, you pushed yourself upright. Your brows furrowed. “…What happened…”

Your memory came back in scattered fragments. The bar. The drinks. Hokazono driving you home. Then— Higuruma. Immediately, you reached for your phone lying face-down near the couch cushions. The brightness of the screen nearly blinded you the moment it lit up.

And there, sitting at the top of your notifications, was a message from Higuruma sent two hours ago.

“Don’t forget to drink water and the hangover pills. I shoved it in your bag last night.”

You stared at the text for several long seconds. Your mind scrambled uselessly through blurry memories. You remember Higuruma and Hokazono chatting in the elevator, you remember how annoying it was because you couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about. 

You immediately grabbed the nearest pillow and buried your face into it with a muffled groan. Fragments of last night returned one by one like tiny punishments specifically designed to ruin your morning. “They must think I’m troublesome!”

Your stomach twisted in embarrassment. Did you say anything weird? Did you embarrass yourself? Did you throw up? Your eyes widened in panic before you immediately sniffed your own clothes. “…Okay, maybe not.”

Then another thought struck you. Hangover pills? Confused, you reached for your bag lying near the couch and opened it carefully. Sure enough, tucked neatly inside one of the smaller pockets was a strip of hangover medicine you definitely did not buy yourself. “Wait… They didn’t enter my apartment, right? I shouldn’t drink too much last night just because it’s Saturday.”

Just as you forced yourself up from the couch to get a glass of water, the apartment doorbell suddenly rang. The sound made you flinch slightly, your headache throbbing harder in protest. Still half-awake, you shuffled toward the door and peeked through the peephole. The moment you saw Higuruma standing outside, your eyes widened immediately.

You hurriedly tried fixing your appearance despite knowing it was hopeless. Your hair was still messy from sleep, your oversized shirt wrinkled beyond saving, and you were fairly certain your face looked awful after last night’s drinking. Even so, you smoothed your clothes nervously before opening the door just enough for your head to peek through.

“Higuruma-san…”

Standing in the hallway, Higuruma looked far different from his usual sharp appearance at court. He wore a loose charcoal-gray sweater with the sleeves casually pushed to his forearms, paired with relaxed black lounge pants that sat low against his hips. His dark hair looked softer like this, slightly messy from sleep or perhaps from repeatedly running his hand through it. Thin-framed glasses rested low on his nose, giving him a quieter, more approachable appearance compared to the intimidating lawyer you usually saw outside.

And somehow… It suited him too well. In one hand, he carried a small paper bag. The moment he saw your face, his expression softened almost imperceptibly. “Ah,” he said quietly, “did you just wake up?”

You nodded weakly, still clutching the edge of the door like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

“I’m sorry for coming this early,” he continued, lifting the paper bag slightly. “I just wanted to give you this.”

Your eyes dropped toward it in confusion. “This is…?”

“Cream soup and some bread,” he answered simply. “You must feel terrible after last night.”

The warm smell drifting faintly from the bag somehow made the embarrassment settle even deeper into your chest.

“Have you taken the hangover pills yet?” he asked calmly.

At that, your face immediately heated up. “I’m about to take it when you come.”

“Good. You should immediately take it.”

“I’m so sorry about last night…” you muttered. 

Higuruma stayed silent for a brief moment before exhaling softly through his nose, his gaze lowering briefly as though choosing his words carefully. “…You were troublesome,” he admitted honestly, the faintest trace of amusement lingering beneath his tired voice. Seeing your expression immediately collapse in embarrassment, he added quietly afterward, his tone gentler this time, “But… I’m glad I got to see you like that.”

You blinked at him in confusion.

“I always thought you were someone overly independent,” he continued. “You’re always careful with your words, always trying to look dependable in front of everyone.” His eyes lifted toward you again behind the thin frame of his glasses, softer now than usual. “Last night was probably the first time I’ve seen you act your age despite that time when you can’t even wear a simple necktie.”

Your face heated up almost instantly. “Higuruma-san!”

Higuruma chuckled lightly, “Forgive me, you should eat something and rest properly. I’ll get going now.”

“No, wait…”

Higuruma paused and looked back at you.

You hesitated awkwardly, fingers tightening around the edge of the door. “Uh… last night…” Your voice lowered immediately out of embarrassment. “You two just took me to my apartment door, right?”

For a brief second, Higuruma simply stared at you. “…Of course.”

The answer came so flatly that your face immediately burned from how ridiculous the question sounded aloud. “I-I know! I just…” you stammered quickly, avoiding his eyes. “My memory is blurry, so I wanted to make sure nothing weird happened…”

“…Nothing inappropriate happened,” he reassured more quietly. “You were safe.”

The sincerity in his tone made your shoulders finally relax a little.

Then, after a short pause, Higuruma added calmly, “Though next time, try not to drink yourself unconscious around men you don’t fully trust. That teacher… What was his name again? Ah, Hokazono.”

Your brows lifted slightly at the sudden mention of him. “Ah, Hokazono-sensei?” you answered. “He’s a kind person. Everyone at school likes him.”

Higuruma’s expression remained unreadable behind his glasses. “I’m sure they do. Are you two close?”

“Well… not really.” You thought for a moment before shaking your head. “He’s popular at school, but we don’t talk that much outside work.”

“Just… be careful around him,” he said quietly.

The seriousness in his voice made you blink. “What about him, Higuruma-san?”

For a moment, he looked like he was considering whether or not to answer honestly. Then he sighed softly through his nose. “Nothing,” he replied at last. “Do you often open the windows facing the back side of the apartment?” 

You frowned slightly in confusion at the abrupt change of topic. “Now that you mention it, yes, I do open them often,” you answered. “The air gets cooler whenever I open that window.”

Higuruma listened quietly, his expression growing a little more serious. “Just don’t forget to close it before sleeping,” he said calmly. “Or before leaving your apartment.”

“I will remember it…”

After saying goodbye to Higuruma, you closed the apartment door and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a long sigh. The quietness inside your apartment felt strangely heavy after the conversation in the hallway. Your headache still lingered faintly, but somehow your chest felt even more restless now. 

Your phone suddenly lit up in your hand, pulling you away from your thoughts. It’s Hokazono-sensei. “How are you feeling?”

The evening air carried the lingering scent of rain even though the storm had already passed hours ago. Wet pavement reflected the glow of neon signs stretching across the streets in blurred ribbons of color, while the cool spring wind slipped gently between buildings and rustled the trees lining the sidewalks. Earlier, the shopping district had been crowded and noisy, filled with students, office workers, and couples enjoying the night, but now the city had begun settling into a quieter rhythm. Most stores were preparing to close, their lights dimming one by one as the hour grew late.

After spending almost the entire afternoon shopping with one of your fellow teachers, exhaustion had finally started catching up to you. Several paper bags hung from your arms as you stepped off the bus near your apartment complex, your shoulders aching slightly from carrying too many things you definitely did not need but somehow still bought anyway. The bus pulled away behind you with a low rumble, leaving the street noticeably quieter than before.

At first, everything felt normal. The faint buzzing from vending machines nearby, the distant sound of passing cars several blocks away, the occasional flicker of traffic lights reflecting against the damp roads. Yet after only a few steps, an uncomfortable feeling slowly crept up your spine. It was subtle at first, but the longer you walked, the stronger it became. It felt as though someone’s gaze had settled firmly onto your back.

You tightened your grip on the shopping bags and kept walking. Then came the footsteps— not loud, not hurried. Just steady enough to make your chest tighten immediately.

Your pace unconsciously quickened. A few seconds later, so did the footsteps behind you. Cold panic rushed through your body so suddenly that your breathing became uneven. You glanced over your shoulder for only a brief second, but the dimly lit street behind you revealed nothing obvious. Just shadows stretching beneath streetlights, parked bicycles, and dark apartment windows staring blankly into the night. Still, the feeling refused to disappear.

This time, you walked even faster. The apartment complex finally came into view ahead, and relief nearly made your knees weak. Your shopping bags swung awkwardly against your legs as you hurried toward the entrance. By now, your heartbeat was so loud you could barely hear anything else.

The lobby doors slid open. At the exact same moment, the elevator doors inside were already beginning to close. “Wait!” you called out breathlessly.

You rushed forward and slipped inside just before the doors fully shut, nearly stumbling from the momentum. Your chest rose and fell unevenly while you tried catching your breath, fingers trembling faintly around the shopping bags.

Then you looked up. Higuruma stood inside the elevator. Dressed in dark casual clothes with his sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, he looked like he had only just returned home himself. Several loose strands of dark hair fell slightly over his tired eyes. The moment he saw your face, his expression changed immediately.

His brows furrowed, concern replaced the exhaustion almost instantly. He called your name calmly. The calm sound of his voice nearly unraveled the panic you had been barely holding together outside.

“Higuruma-san…” you breathed out shakily, finally looking at him properly. “I think… someone followed me.” Without realizing it, your fingers had already clutched tightly onto the sleeve of his suit, wrinkling the fabric slightly beneath your trembling grip. Higuruma’s expression sharpened immediately the moment the words left your mouth. The tiredness lingering on his face vanished almost instantly, replaced by the calm alertness you had seen countless times in court whenever something serious happened.

“What…?” For a brief moment, Higuruma stared at you as if assessing whether your fear came from panic or genuine danger. Then his gaze flicked toward the elevator doors just before they fully closed.

“Wait here.”

Your eyes widened immediately. “Where are you going—”

Before you could finish, Higuruma stepped out of the elevator without hesitation. The doors remained open for several seconds, forcing you to watch helplessly as he walked back toward the apartment lobby with long, controlled strides.

“Higuruma-san!”

Ignoring your protest, he moved straight toward the glass entrance doors leading outside. Through the lobby windows, the night street looked damp and empty beneath pale streetlights, rainwater still glimmering faintly across the pavement. Higuruma stopped near the entrance, his sharp gaze scanning the area carefully, methodically, like someone searching for even the slightest suspicious movement.

Higuruma finally stepped outside beneath the apartment awning, looking calmly toward the street leading from the bus stop. Your heartbeat pounded painfully in your chest while waiting. The longer he stayed outside the elevator, the more anxious you became.

Finally, after several tense moments, Higuruma returned. The elevator doors slid shut behind him once he stepped back inside. Higuruma remained silent for a second before pressing the button for your floor again. “…I didn’t see anyone.”

You lowered your gaze slightly, still clutching your shopping bags tightly. “Maybe I was just imagining it…”

“It’s alright,” Higuruma said quietly after noticing the way your fingers still trembled slightly around the shopping bags. His voice remained calm and steady, grounding enough to ease some of the panic still lingering in your chest. “I’ll walk you to your door.”

You looked up at him silently.

“Relax,” he added more softly this time. “I’m here.”

The simple words settled over you far more effectively than they probably should have. Somehow, the tightness in your chest loosened little by little during the rest of the elevator ride. Higuruma stayed standing slightly closer than before, subtly positioning himself nearer to the elevator doors while his sharp eyes occasionally flicked toward the floor numbers lighting up overhead.

When the elevator finally stopped on your floor, the hallway greeted you with quiet stillness. The warm yellow lights above cast soft shadows across the corridor while the distant hum of the building’s ventilation system filled the silence. Your footsteps sounded unusually loud as the two of you walked toward your apartment door together.

You fumbled briefly for your keys before unlocking the door with a small sigh of relief. The familiar warmth of your apartment immediately spilled out into the hallway.

Higuruma glanced once toward the dark window at the far end of the corridor before returning his attention to you. “Don’t forget to lock the door properly,” he reminded calmly.

You nodded obediently.

“And close the windows too.”

“…Right,” you murmured softly, still clutching your shopping bags close to your chest. “Thank you so much, Higuruma-san.”

Standing beneath the warm hallway lights, Higuruma looked at you quietly for a moment, his expression gentler now compared to the sharp alertness from earlier downstairs. The exhaustion from work still lingered faintly across his face, visible in the slight looseness of his posture and the strands of dark hair falling over his face, yet his attention remained fully on you.

“Have a good night,” he said calmly. Then, after a brief pause, his voice lowered slightly. “And if anything happens…”

Your eyes lifted toward him again.

“…remember that I live only two doors away from you.” His gaze held yours steadily. “You also have my number now, so please don’t hesitate to contact me.”

Something about the way he said it made warmth slowly spread through your chest. It wasn’t dramatic reassurance or exaggerated comfort. It was simply Higuruma—quiet, practical, serious. Yet somehow, that sincerity felt far more comforting than empty words ever could.

You nodded slowly. “Okay.”

For a second, neither of you moved. The apartment hallway remained still and quiet around you, filled only with the distant hum of electricity and the soft rustling of the shopping bags in your arms. Then Higuruma finally stepped back slightly, giving you space to enter your apartment.

“Lock it after I leave,” he reminded once more.

“…You really sound like my dad right now.”

A faint scoff escaped him at that. “If I were your father, I’d be far more concerned.”

Your face warmed immediately. You wonder how a man like him is still single? If someone were to be his wife, she would be very lucky.

It's clearly wrong. Ever since that night near the apartment, the uneasy feeling never truly disappeared. At first, you tried convincing yourself it was only stress, exhaustion, or your imagination running wild after being frightened once. But the feeling kept returning at the worst moments. Sometimes while walking home from work. Sometimes while waiting for the train. Sometimes even inside your own apartment when the room was perfectly silent. Like someone was watching you. Every time you turned around, however, there was nothing there. 

If Higuruma truly hadn’t seen anyone that night, then maybe this was all inside your head. Maybe you were only becoming paranoid because of his warnings about the windows and locking the doors properly. Yet even now, you still find yourself glancing nervously toward the curtains every few minutes.

You barely slept last night. Sometime past midnight, you were certain you heard something lightly brushing against the outside of your window. The sound had been faint, subtle enough that it could easily have been branches, wind, or a stray cat climbing nearby. Still, once awake, you couldn’t force yourself back to sleep again. Higuruma’s calm voice from days ago kept replaying in your thoughts.

By morning, exhaustion had settled heavily into your body. You hated coffee, yet somehow you had already bought your third canned coffee of the day just to survive your classes without collapsing. Even then, your head still felt heavy from lack of sleep, your concentration dull and sluggish. You hadn’t even prepared lunch that morning, forcing yourself to eat whatever convenience-store food you could quickly buy near the school.

You were quietly eating at your desk when someone suddenly tapped your shoulder. The sudden contact made you flinch hard enough to nearly drop your drink. You turned quickly, only to see Yuki-sensei staring at you with wide eyes.

“W-woah…” she gasped immediately. “Look at those eye bags. Are you sleeping well?”

Your hand instinctively moved toward your face. “Is it that obvious?” you muttered weakly. “I even used concealer today…”

Yuki-sensei pulled a chair beside your desk, still looking concerned. “What happened? Bad dreams?”

“N-no, not really…” You forced out a tired laugh before rubbing your forehead lightly.

“You should rest during the second break,” she said immediately. “The second break is longer anyway.”

“You’re right…” you sighed. “I’ll try taking a nap.”

“Good.” Her expression softened slightly before she suddenly remembered why she came in the first place. “Ah, anyway, I actually wanted to ask you about one of my students…”

Your attention shifted automatically back into work mode as the conversation continued, and for several minutes, you almost managed to forget the exhaustion weighing on your body. After explaining everything she needed, Yuki-sensei thanked you warmly before leaving the teacher’s room again.

The moment she disappeared, you let out another long sigh and rubbed your eyes tiredly. Break time was almost over. You need to pull yourself together before the next class. Just as you began cleaning your desk, another shadow stopped beside you.

“Hokazono-sensei?” you asked, looking up.

Hokazono stood there holding a small paper bag in one hand, his usual gentle smile resting easily on his face. Compared to your exhausted state, he looked perfectly composed as always.

“I heard you’ve been having trouble sleeping lately,” he said softly.

You immediately waved your hand dismissively. “Ah… I don’t think it’s really a sleep problem. I’m probably just overthinking things.”

“Even so, it’s still unhealthy.” His gaze lingered on your face briefly, concern visible in his expression. “You look exhausted.”

Hokazono then lifted the paper bag slightly toward you. “Here. It’s tea that helped my mother during her insomnia treatment. It’s supposed to calm your nerves and help you sleep better.” He smiled lightly afterward. “I accidentally bought two packs today, so if you’d like, you can keep this one.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Ah, Hokazono-sensei, you really don’t have to…”

“I can’t just ignore it when you clearly look unwell.” His tone remained gentle, almost too gentle. “Some students were even talking earlier about how pale you looked during class.”

“They said that?!” You immediately covered your face in horror. “Oh my God… I must’ve looked miserable…”

A small chuckle escaped him softly. “That’s why you should take care of yourself properly.”

He extended the tea toward you once more. “Take it,” he said quietly. “It’ll help.”

And so, you take it.

It was supposed to be another peaceful evening. After forcing yourself through an exhausting day at school, you convinced yourself that keeping busy would help quiet your thoughts long enough to finally sleep properly tonight. On the way home, you stopped by the supermarket and bought ingredients for cinnamon rolls along with a few things for dinner, telling yourself that baking would be a good distraction. By the time you returned to your apartment, the sky outside had already darkened into deep shades of blue, city lights slowly flickering alive beyond the windows.

The moment you changed into comfortable clothes, you immediately began working in the kitchen. Warm scents of butter, sugar, and cinnamon gradually filled the apartment while soft music played quietly from your phone nearby. For a while, the repetitive motions of kneading dough and measuring ingredients soothed your thoughts. It almost felt normal again. Peaceful, even. 

While preparing dinner alongside the cinnamon rolls, the sharp smell of sautéed onions suddenly made you sneeze repeatedly, forcing you to open several windows around the apartment for fresh air. Cool evening wind immediately drifted inside, brushing gently against the curtains and carrying distant sounds of traffic from outside. The breeze felt comforting enough that you left the windows open afterward without giving it much thought.

After eating alone at the small dining table, you cleaned everything quietly while waiting for the cinnamon rolls to finish baking in the oven. The soft orange glow from the kitchen lights warmed the apartment comfortably, mixing with the sweet smell of cinnamon still lingering in the air. For the first time all week, the apartment almost felt peaceful again. Then you heard it.

A faint sound coming from your bedroom.

Your movements paused instantly.

At first, you tried convincing yourself it was nothing. Probably branches brushing against the building. Maybe a stray cat climbing somewhere outside. But after several seconds, the sound came again—a subtle scraping noise against the window frame, just soft enough to make your stomach twist uncomfortably. The apartment suddenly felt far too quiet.

You slowly turned toward the dark hallway leading to your bedroom, your pulse beginning to quicken despite yourself. The soft wind from the open windows stirred the curtains faintly as you forced yourself to walk closer, each step growing slower the nearer you approached the room. Then you saw a movement— something shifted outside your bedroom window. A figure.

The outline appeared for only a second beyond the glass before disappearing downward too quickly for your mind to fully process, but it was enough. Enough to send cold terror rushing violently through your body. Every warning Higuruma had given you over the past week slammed back into your head all at once.

Without even bothering to grab your phone properly, you turned and ran. Your slippers nearly slipped against the floor as you rushed out of your apartment, leaving the windows wide open and the cinnamon rolls forgotten in the oven. Your heartbeat pounded so hard you could barely breathe while fumbling desperately with your keys before sprinting down the hallway toward Higuruma’s apartment.

You slammed your hand against his doorbell repeatedly, panicking, making your fingers shake uncontrollably. “Higuruma-san!” your voice came out trembling badly. “Higuruma-san—!”

For several agonizing seconds, nothing happened. The hallway remained painfully quiet except for your uneven breathing and the frantic pounding of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears. Panic tightened around your chest with every second the door stayed closed, your thoughts spiraling further and further. What if Higuruma wasn’t home yet? What if you had only imagined it again? What if whoever you saw was still outside your apartment right now?

Just as your trembling hand lifted to ring the bell again, the door suddenly opened. Higuruma stood there, still dressed in the same dark suit he wore to work earlier that morning. His tie had been loosened slightly, the top button of his dress shirt undone as if he had only just returned home minutes ago. His suit jacket hung neatly over one arm while his glasses rested low against tired eyes shadowed by exhaustion. Several strands of dark hair had fallen loose across his forehead, making him look far more worn out than usual.

For the briefest moment, surprise crossed his face at seeing you standing there. He called your name softly before asking, “What’s wrong?”

You tried speaking, but the words caught painfully in your throat at first. Your fingers instinctively grabbed tightly onto the sleeve of his dress shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric beneath your grip. “T-there’s someone…” you managed shakily. “Outside my bedroom window… I saw someone there…”

Without wasting another second, he stepped aside and opened the door wider. “Come inside first.” You hurried into his apartment without hesitation while Higuruma remained standing near the doorway, his gaze already shifting toward the direction of your apartment down the hallway.

“I’ll check your apartment, alright?” He said calmly while loosening his tie completely with one hand. “Stay here.”

“Higuruma-san, wait—”

“I’ll be back soon.”

The firmness in his voice left little room for argument. Before you could stop him, he had already stepped back into the hallway and quietly closed the apartment door behind him.

The silence that followed immediately felt unbearable. You stood frozen in the middle of his living room, listening anxiously for any sound outside. Every tiny noise made your heart jump—the distant elevator, footsteps from another floor, the faint rustling of trees outside the building. Your fingers twisted nervously together while your eyes remained locked on the apartment door.

Minutes passed, far too slowly. Then finally, you heard footsteps approaching again before the lock clicked softly. The moment Higuruma stepped back inside, you immediately stood up from the couch.

“Well?!”

Higuruma closed the door behind him first before answering. His expression remained composed, though the faint tension lingering around his eyes told you he had checked thoroughly. “There’s no one there,” he said quietly.

Your shoulders weakened slightly from conflicting relief and frustration all at once.

“I checked the windows, the balcony area, and the hallway outside your apartment.” He removed his glasses briefly to rub the bridge of his nose tiredly before continuing, “Nothing appears disturbed.”

“…Maybe I really am imagining things…” The words came out smaller than you intended.

Higuruma’s gaze shifted toward you immediately, sharp and thoughtful even through the exhaustion still lingering on his face. “It’s too soon to make conclusions,” he said firmly. “Would you mind handing me your phone?”

You blinked at him in confusion. “My… phone?”

“Who knows,” he replied calmly while extending his hand toward you, “someone might have installed something on it.”

The possibility alone made your stomach tighten uneasily. Without another word, you quickly handed your phone over with slightly trembling fingers. “S-sure… here…”

Higuruma accepted it carefully before walking toward the dining table. His loosened tie hung unevenly around his collar now, sleeves still neatly buttoned despite how exhausted he looked after a full day of work. He placed the phone down beneath the warm dining light and began checking through it with surprising familiarity, his brows gradually furrowing the longer he scrolled.

“Your phone data is being cloned by someone.”

For a moment, the words didn’t fully register in your mind.

You simply stared at Higuruma blankly across the dining table, trying to process what he had just said while your heartbeat gradually grew louder and louder inside your chest.

“W-what…?” Your voice came out smaller than intended. “Wait… how could this even—”

Higuruma’s expression remained serious as he turned the phone screen slightly toward you, showing several unfamiliar background processes and suspicious permissions quietly running without your knowledge. “There’s unauthorized remote access activity here,” he explained calmly. “Whoever installed this can likely see your messages, location history, call logs… possibly even access your camera or microphone.”

Your blood ran cold immediately. “No…” you whispered.

“Higuruma-san…” Your fingers instinctively tightened against the edge of the chair. “Does this mean someone’s really been—”

“Yes.” The directness of his answer made your chest tighten painfully. Higuruma didn’t even soften the truth.

“How could someone even install something like that on my phone…?” Your thoughts spiraled rapidly while trying to remember every moment your phone had been left unattended recently. “I-I never download suspicious applications…”

Higuruma leaned back slightly, thinking carefully. “Most victims don’t realize it happens,” he said quietly. “Sometimes it only takes someone borrowing your phone for a few minutes.”

“I think it’s necessary to bring your phone to the police.” The seriousness in Higuruma’s voice left no room for argument.

Less than an hour later, the two of you were already sitting inside a small police office, the fluorescent lights above casting a cold brightness over everything. Your phone had been handed over for investigation while several officers questioned you carefully about recent events, unfamiliar people, suspicious behavior, and anyone who may have had physical access to your device. Higuruma remained beside you the entire time, calm and composed despite the late hour, occasionally stepping in whenever the officers asked something too vague or rushed for your exhausted state.

Eventually, after taking copies of the evidence and documenting everything, the officers asked both of you to wait while their cybercrime division began checking the phone more thoroughly.

By the time you finally left the station again, the night had grown even quieter. The streets outside were almost empty now, damp from earlier rain, illuminated only by scattered streetlights and convenience store signs glowing softly against the darkness. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your body, far worse than before. The fear from earlier, the shock of discovering your phone had been compromised, and the lack of sleep over the past several days had left your mind painfully overwhelmed.

The ride back to the apartment building passed mostly in silence. Even after stepping into the elevator together, neither of you spoke immediately. Higuruma stood beside you with his hands tucked into his coat pockets now, his loosened tie and tired expression making him look more exhausted than you had ever seen before.

When the elevator doors finally opened onto your floor, however, he called your name quietly before you could walk toward your apartment. You stopped and looked back at him. His gaze lingered briefly toward your dark apartment door down the hallway before returning to you again.

“…Stay at my place tonight.”

⤷ Chapter 6

⤷ Library

[higuruma520]

Higuruma ×reader. [Your jacket!?]

(OOC warning! So sorry for any out-of-character moments!!)

(Short fic alert)

(Interactive! Feel free to discuss in the comments~)

(Just trying this out because I thought it’d be fun to interact with you all!)

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When you were about to leave Higuruma place the day before yesterday, you accidentally forgot your track jacket, which was still draped over his chair. It wasn’t until today, after wrapping up his work, that he finally noticed the jacket on the back of the chair—obviously a few sizes too small for him.

The first time he picked it up, his intention was simply to fold it neatly and give it back to you tomorrow. But the moment his fingertips brushed against the fabric, he froze. A strange thought suddenly popped into his head.

...No. I shouldn't smell it.

That’s an invasion of privacy.

Criminal Code Article... what was it?

Legal statutes flashed rapidly through

Higuruma is mind. But then he realized: since this was an item you had left behind, there was no "trespassing" or "intrusion."

Therefore, it didn't constitute a crime. Under civil law, it would even fall under

"custody of lost property." He had the right to handle it reasonably.

Reasonable handling. It's just reasonable handling.

That’s exactly what he told himself as he buried his face into the collar of the jacket.

Of course, he wasn't doing anything weird. He was just checking the brand of laundry detergent. Just taking a quick sniff. If it caused any skin allergies, he could remind you to switch to a different one.

The detergent smelled like lavender. And underneath that, there was a faint, barely-there scent that belonged entirely to you, wrapping around him.

Higuruma abruptly straightened up, folding the jacket with crisp, sharp edges. After finishing, he stared at it for a while before pulling a pack of hand warmers he’d bought at the supermarket from his drawer and slipping them into the pocket.

The next day, when you came to pick up your jacket, Higuruma kept his back to you the entire time, pretending to be busy. But the tips of his ears were burning an impossible shade of red.

"Huh? Higuruma, you put hand warmers in here for me??" you asked in surprise as you pulled out the warm packs. Naturally, you had no idea what he had done to your jacket the day before.

Happily, you threw your arms around him, nuzzling into his embrace and acting as affectionate as a kitten.

Higuruma reached out and hugged you back—a tiny you, enveloped by a towering Higuruma.

After you left, Higuruma looked down at his own hands. When you had asked him about the hand warmers earlier, he really should have honestly confessed what he had done to your jacket yesterday. But he didn't.

Did that count as "intentional omission"?

Higuruma opened a certain forum app:

[Question: Is it normal to want to smell your girlfriend's jacket? I can assure you, I haven't done anything illegal. The clothes were simply left behind by my girlfriend. Is this kind of behavior normal in a relationship?]

Post submitted!

 

Let’s interact!

Welcome to answer the question above~

[roseformarie]

𝐂𝐡. 𝟔 ᛝ 𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

Word count: 3816 ⤷ ao3

Stay at my place tonight.” The words left Higuruma’s mouth almost too quickly, surprising even himself.

You blinked at him in surprise. “That’s… I don’t think that’s appropriate…”

Higuruma immediately exhaled softly through his nose, one hand moving to loosen his already crooked tie further as if reorganizing his thoughts more carefully this time. “I understand how it sounds,” he said calmly. “But knowing there’s a possibility your stalker is still wandering around outside would make me uneasy leaving you alone tonight.”

You hesitated visibly. The hallway fell quiet again, filled only with the faint hum of the apartment lights overhead. Seeing your uncertainty, Higuruma continued in a more practical tone, deliberately measured as if trying not to pressure you. “You can take the bedroom,” he added, “and lock it.”

“I… don’t want to trouble you…”

“You’re not.” His answer came immediately.

The firmness of it made you look up again. Higuruma held your gaze steadily before continuing in a quieter voice. “You haven’t slept properly in days. You’re not in your prime state, and someone illegally accessed your personal data.” His expression hardened slightly afterward. “At this point, worrying about modesty should not be your priority.”

The blunt honesty in his words left you unable to argue immediately. He sighed softly after a moment, his exhaustion finally becoming more noticeable now that the adrenaline from earlier had faded. “If it helps,” he added dryly, “I spend most nights buried in paperwork until dawn anyway. You’ll hardly notice I’m there.”

Despite everything, a weak laugh escaped you. That seemed to ease some tension from his expression too. “Thank you, Higuruma-san.”

After a short pause, Higuruma spoke again with a noticeably gentler tone this time. “…I just want to know you’re safe tonight. Come in, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you, Higuruma-san.”

You followed him into the apartment, and immediately realized very little had changed since the last time you had been here. The apartment was still unmistakably Higuruma's. Neat to the point of being almost excessive. Every piece of furniture sat exactly where it belonged. Bookshelves lined one wall of the living room, packed tightly with law books, legal journals, and thick case files whose titles you couldn't even begin to understand. A stack of paperwork rested neatly on the dining table, arranged in perfectly squared piles as though even exhaustion couldn't convince him to leave them untidy.

The kitchen remained spotless despite the late hour. Not a single dish sat abandoned in the sink. The coffee machine occupied its usual place on the counter beside several containers of tea and instant noodles, a combination that somehow summarized Higuruma's lifestyle perfectly. Even the air smelled familiar. Coffee, paper, and faint traces of the cologne he wore to work. It felt strangely comforting. As if the apartment existed entirely outside the chaos of the last few days.

You quietly set your bag near the couch while Higuruma removed his suit jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. Without the jacket, he looked noticeably more tired than usual. His dress shirt was wrinkled from a long day of work, the sleeves rolled up slightly after the trip to the police station, and his loosened tie hung around his neck as though he no longer had the energy to deal with it properly.

“You can sit wherever you'd like,” Higuruma said while unfastening his cufflinks and placing them neatly on the dining table. The exhaustion from the long evening was finally beginning to show in his movements. “I know it's late, but... have you eaten?”

“Oh, I have—” You stopped abruptly, eyes widening as a horrifying realization struck you. “Wait... I have cinnamon rolls at home!”

Higuruma paused, one brow lifting slightly. “...Cinnamon rolls?”

“Yes!” You sat up straighter. “I was baking before all of this happened. They're still in the oven!”

A brief silence followed as Higuruma processed that information.

“And I still have some chicken soup left too!” you continued, “But don’t worry, the oven should be automatically turned off after the duration ends… I’ll take it!”

“Wait… let us go together.”

Back in Higuruma's apartment, you served the chicken soup and cinnamon rolls to him. 

“I should be the one who served you since you’re the guest here, yet…”

“It’s alright, Higuruma-san. You already help me a lot, please enjoy.”

Higuruma began to take bite after bite. Each bite continued to surprise him. It tasted so homey, yet it felt expensive. He didn't know when he had stopped eating authentic, hand-cooked food filled with love. This simple chicken soup brought back memories of his time before he moved to Tokyo, the warmth of his mother's cooking that always accompanied him at dinner, and how she always prepared his favorite meal when Higuruma was facing exams.

He wondered, why did you bother making so many portions just for dinner? Were you going to finish it all yourself? Judging by the portion of the lunch you were going to bring to school several days ago, it didn't seem like it. Were you planning on eating it again later? Or... did you have someone he didn't know about to share your cooking with? Someone precious? After all, Higuruma and you only spoke in the morning, he rarely saw you on his way home from work because he was so late. Who knew, maybe you already had someone you liked, or maybe even... a boyfriend?

But... if only this was all just his thoughts, he wished he was the one you shared your meals with. Of course, he'd like to learn too. He wondered if he could help you chop this chicken and vegetables into tiny pieces and then eat it together under one roof and the same table.

“You eat so heartily, Higuruma-san!”

Higuruma thoughts snapped back to reality upon hearing your voice. “It was delicious, really.”

“I'm glad you like it! I hope you also like these cinnamon rolls…”

Higuruma glanced at the cinnamon rolls lying beside his now empty plate. He slowly brought it to his mouth, his eyes widened for a second, savoring the sweetness of it. “So it's called cinnamon rolls… I've never had one before.”

“What do you think then?”

“It's good. Pardon me, I don't really know how to praise food.”

“Pfft…”

“You're talented,” he said after another bite. “Have you ever considered opening a bakery?”

“Ahh, no...” You waved your hand dismissively. “My cooking isn't good enough to sell.”

“You're being humble.”

“No, I'm serious.”

“And I'm serious too.” He set the cinnamon roll down. “If you ever open one, I'll visit every day.” The certainty in his voice almost made you pause. It’s just some sweets and he treats it like it matters. Everyone could make it. You wonder if Higuruma will always be this kind to others? If he found better cinnamon rolls, would he despise yours?

“How about that chocolate cake?” He asked suddenly.

“Chocolate cake?”

“The one you give it to me for your first time here… I understand, maybe you forgot—”

“Ohh! That's chocolate cakes! Well, it's more tricky than these cinnamon rolls… Do you like chocolate cakes, Higuruma-san?”

“... I do.” His ears started to get red, heat rushing to his cheeks. 

“Really? Oh my, I should've given you more if you really like it back then! Alright, Higuruma-san, I've decided to bake a whole cake for you once this problem is solved!”

“A-a whole cake…?” His eyes widened in surprise, he became speechless for a moment.

“Yes!” You grinned. Then, after a brief pause, your voice softened slightly. “Um... is that alright?”

“I'd really appreciate it…”

Chatting with Higuruma had somehow made you forget about the horrific incident from earlier, at least for a little while. After dinner, Higuruma led you upstairs to his room, and only then did you fully realize how awkward the situation actually was. His bedroom was just as neat and orderly as the rest of his apartment, with everything arranged carefully in its place. He calmly explained where everything was and showed you the things you might need during the night, but your mind barely processed any of it. He seemed completely composed despite having a woman staying in his bedroom for the night. Was he used to receiving guests of the opposite sex? The thought immediately made your face warm. Wait, what were you even thinking? This was an unavoidable situation, and Higuruma had only been trying to protect you. There was absolutely no reason to let your mind wander into such inappropriate thoughts.

“...And that’s all. Here’s the key.” You only realized that Higuruma had finished explaining everything when he placed the room key in your hand.

You blinked several times before finally snapping back to reality. “A-ah... right. I understand. Thank you, Higuruma-san.” You accepted the key nervously, your fingers curling around it.

He gave a small nod before turning toward the doorway. “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. Good night.”

“Wait, wait!” You quickly reached out and tugged lightly at his sleeve. “Don’t you need a blanket and some pillows if you’re going to sleep on the couch?”

“Don’t worry about that. I have everything prepared,” he assured you, glancing back over his shoulder. His voice remained calm and matter-of-fact. “Just focus on getting some rest. You need it.”

You hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding. “I see... Good night then, Higuruma-san.”

“Good night.”

Once Higuruma left and the door closed behind him, you stood there for a moment, staring at it uncertainly. You didn't suspect him at all. Higuruma had done nothing but help you throughout the entire ordeal, and you trusted him. Still, after everything that had happened, locking the door was simply a precaution. You quietly turned the key and listened to the soft click of the lock before finally relaxing your shoulders. Your gaze then wandered around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. You still felt strangely hesitant about lying down immediately, as if doing so would somehow make the situation feel more real. After a moment, you slowly approached the bed and sat on its edge, your fingers still loosely holding the key he had given you. 

You somehow managed to tuck yourself beneath the blankets, still feeling slightly awkward about being in Higuruma’s room. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, and the moment you settled into the pillow, the exhaustion that had been weighing on you all day began catching up with you. Then you noticed it— his scent lingered faintly in the sheets and pillow, clean and familiar, carrying the subtle trace of his cologne. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was unmistakably Higuruma. For some reason, the realization made you feel strangely self-conscious, your cheeks warming as you pulled the blanket a little higher.

You closed your eyes and tried to push the thought aside. After everything that had happened, being somewhere you knew was secure should have made you feel uneasy, yet the opposite happened. The familiar scent and the quiet surroundings brought an unexpected sense of comfort. Somewhere downstairs, you could faintly hear Higuruma moving around, the occasional sound of a cabinet opening or footsteps crossing the floor. Knowing he was still awake nearby made your shoulders finally relax.

Maybe, only tonight— you felt like you might actually be able to sleep peacefully.

Morning came quietly, pale sunlight slipping through the curtains and casting a soft glow across Higuruma's bedroom. You woke before your alarm had the chance to ring, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar ceiling before remembering where you were. After stretching beneath the blankets, you glanced toward the window and realized it was already morning. You quietly got out of bed, tidied yourself up, and carefully fixed your hair before opening the door and stepping into the hallway.

The apartment was still unusually quiet. As you made your way downstairs, you noticed Higuruma asleep on the couch, his body slightly slumped beneath the blanket he had prepared for himself. Several sheets of paper were scattered across the coffee table and floor, along with a few neatly stacked case files that he had clearly been working on before exhaustion finally caught up with him. You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to wake him, before quietly stepping around the scattered papers.

Your gaze eventually settled on the kitchen. Since Higuruma was still asleep, you decided to make breakfast as a small way of thanking him for everything he had done. You moved as quietly as possible, carefully opening the cabinets and searching through them for anything you could use. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to work with. All you found were a few packets of instant rice and some noodles. You tried your luck with the refrigerator, but the situation wasn't much better. It was almost completely bare, save for a few cans of fish tucked away on one of the shelves. You stared at the ingredients for a moment, trying to figure out what you could possibly make with them.

Well, it wasn't much, but it was enough.

You decided on a simple fried rice using instant rice and canned fish. It wouldn't be anything elaborate, but at least it would be warm and filling. You carefully gathered everything you needed, making sure not to make too much noise as you moved around the kitchen. The last thing you wanted was to wake Higuruma after he had clearly fallen asleep while working through his case files.

Once you finished, you quietly turned off the stove and glanced toward the living room. To your surprise, Higuruma was still fast asleep. He looked unusually peaceful compared to the stern, exhausted lawyer you were accustomed to seeing. His suit from the previous day had been replaced by simple pajamas, and he was comfortably tucked beneath the blanket on the couch, one arm resting loosely near his side. 

You smiled faintly at the sight before remembering the time. He needed to wake up eventually, especially if he had work later. You quietly approached the couch and stood beside him, hesitating as you wondered how you should wake him without startling him. “Higuruma-san...” you whispered, but he didn't respond. You leaned closer and carefully raised your hand, intending to gently tap his shoulder. Before your hand could reach him, Higuruma suddenly moved. His hand shot up and caught your wrist with surprising speed, his reflexes apparently still active even while half-asleep. The sudden movement startled you so badly that you lost your balance, and before you could steady yourself, you stumbled forward and fell against his chest.

“H-Higuruma-san!”

The sudden weight made him stir immediately. His eyes opened slowly, still clouded with sleep, as he seemed to take a moment to understand what had just happened. His hand was still loosely around your wrist, for several seconds, neither of you moved. Your face immediately heated as you realized just how close you were. “I-I’m sorry! I was just trying to wake you up!” You hurriedly tried to pull yourself away, but your hand slipped against the edge of the couch, causing you to lose your balance again. For a brief moment, you stumbled awkwardly before Higuruma instinctively reached out to steady you, his sleepy expression turning slightly more alert.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep.

“I’m fine!” you quickly insisted, although your flushed face suggested otherwise. You finally managed to regain your balance and sit properly at the edge of the couch, quickly putting some distance between the two of you. Higuruma slowly sat up as well, running a hand through his disheveled hair while blinking away the last traces of sleep.

Only then did he seem to notice the smell coming from the kitchen.

“...Did you cook?”

You nodded, still embarrassed. “I made breakfast. Well, it’s just fried rice with whatever I could find in your kitchen.”

“Thank you... I’ll take a shower first to wash away my sleepiness.”

“Y-yeah, sure.”

Higuruma disappeared into the bathroom, and the moment the door closed behind him, the calm composure he had maintained in front of you finally faltered. He stood there for a few seconds, staring at the closed door as if trying to regain his thoughts. This was dangerous. He had allowed you to stay at his apartment because it was the safest and most reasonable thing to do. Someone had been monitoring your phone, you had been frightened for days, and leaving you alone was simply out of the question. It was supposed to be nothing more than a practical decision.

Yet having you actually here was proving to be a much greater test of his self-control than he had anticipated. Higuruma leaned against the cool tile of the bathroom wall, the faint hum of the ventilation fan doing little to drown out the rush of blood in his ears. The apartment felt smaller with you in it—your presence lingering like the savory notes of garlic and soy from the fried rice you’d somehow coaxed from his sparse pantry. He could still feel the phantom press of your body against his from that stumble, the soft give of your chest through thin fabric, the way your hips had brushed his thigh before you righted yourself with an awkward movement. 

He splashed cold water on his face, watching droplets trace down his jaw in the mirror, but the chill did nothing to ease the ache building low in his gut. “Get a grip,” he muttered to himself. He was tired, that was all. Lack of sleep was making him think too much about things that shouldn't matter.

Still, when he glanced toward the kitchen again and remembered that you had woken up in his apartment and quietly prepared breakfast for him with whatever ingredients you could find, a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. 

By the time Higuruma returned from his shower, you had already finished setting breakfast on the table. The simple fried rice was divided between two plates, accompanied by glasses of water, and you had even managed to tidy the kitchen as though you had barely disturbed it. Higuruma was already dressed for work, wearing a neatly pressed shirt with his sleeves buttoned at the cuffs, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. He looked much more like the composed lawyer you were accustomed to seeing, although there was still a trace of sleepiness in his eyes. He took the seat across from you, and for a while, the two of you ate quietly, enjoying the peaceful morning.

Higuruma had just taken another bite when his expression became more serious. He placed his spoon down for a moment and looked at you. “The police contacted me this morning.”

You immediately stopped eating. “They did? About my phone?”

He nodded. “They've finished the initial examination. They confirmed that there was unauthorized software running on your phone, and they're continuing to investigate how it was installed and where the data was being sent.”

Your grip on the spoon tightened slightly. “Hufft… this has come to feel real.”

“They have evidence that someone accessed your phone without your permission,” Higuruma answered carefully. “Although they haven't identified the person responsible yet. They're still working on that part.”

You lowered your gaze toward your plate, your appetite suddenly fading. “How long will they keep my phone?”

“Until they've completed the forensic examination. They said they'll contact us once they have something more substantial.” Higuruma paused before adding, “They also advised you not to change or reset any of your other devices until they've determined whether anything else was compromised.”

You nodded slowly. “I understand.”

Higuruma noticed the worry returning to your expression and continued in a calmer voice. “Don’t overthink it. The police will handle it.” He picked up his spoon again, taking another bite before glancing down at the fried rice. “Besides... I’m more surprised you managed to make fried rice with that canned fish. I never thought of doing that before.”

You blinked at him. “Huh? Then how do you usually eat it?”

“I just eat it straight from the can,” he answered matter-of-factly. “Or heat it up if I have time.”

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment. “You eat it straight from the can?”

Higuruma paused, looking slightly puzzled by your reaction. “Yes. Is that strange?”

“It’s not strange, exactly...” You glanced around his nearly empty kitchen. “But that explains why your refrigerator looks like that.”

He looked toward the kitchen, then back at you. “...I suppose it does.”

You couldn't help but laugh softly. “Higuruma-san, you really need to learn how to cook something other than instant noodles.”

Higuruma insisted on taking you to school. You gathered your belongings and thanked him several times before getting into his car. The drive was relatively quiet, filled with the soft hum of the engine and the occasional exchange between you. By the time the school came into view, the morning had already become busy, with students entering through the gates and teachers arriving for work.

Higuruma pulled over near the entrance and unlocked the door. “Here you are.”

“Thank you for driving me, Higuruma-san.” 

“You don't need to thank me for everything,” he replied, though his voice remained gentle. “Just be careful. Text me when the school is over, you had my number on your spare phone right?

You nodded before stepping out of the car. After closing the door, you turned back and gave him a small wave through the window. “I will. Have a good day, Higuruma-san!”

“You too.”

He watched as you walked toward the school gate, your figure gradually blending into the crowd of students and teachers. He remained there for a moment, making sure you reached the entrance safely before preparing to drive away.

Then someone had caught his attention. Near the school gate stood that man. He wasn't talking to anyone or carrying anything that suggested he had just arrived. He simply stood there, seemingly waiting, his gaze fixed in your direction. The moment you approached, his expression brightened, and he straightened slightly. Higuruma's hand paused on the steering wheel, his eyes narrowed.

Hokazono.

He remembered the name from the night you had been drunk, the same teacher who had taken you home. Higuruma had never particularly trusted the circumstances surrounding that night, but he had dismissed his concerns as little more than instinct.

Now, watching Hokazono seemingly waiting specifically for you, that uneasiness returned. Higuruma remained in the car for another moment, quietly observing the two of you from a distance. Hokazono smiled warmly when you reached him and said something Higuruma couldn't hear. You appeared to respond casually, completely unaware of the lawyer still watching from across the street.

After a moment, he finally started the engine and drove away, but the image of him waiting at the school gate lingered in his mind.

⤷ Chapter 7

⤷ Library

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[noctinovae]

Plus one

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Hiromi Higuruma × FemReader

Rating: Explicit / 18+ MDNI!!

Word Count: ~ 1k words

Sum: A long day of work leave has you planning a lazy, lace-clad surprise for your husband, Nanami. But when the front door clicks open to reveal an unannounced, equally exhausted guest, your quiet countdown turns into a hot, breathless lesson in consensual sharing.

Content Warnings / Tags: Accidental exhibitionism, caught in lingerie, bi threesome (MMF), male masturbation, voyeurism/watching, unprotected vaginal sex (P-in-V), fingers-in-mouth play, throat play/light choking, praise kink (good girl/command kink), face-climax, fluid-swapping/snowballing, fem reader, SMUT.

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It had been a long day on work leave for weeks after asking for a time off work, completely bored out of your mind until tonight. Eager to surprise your husband Nanami you tracked down the lace lingerie he’d bought you slipped it on and rushed downstairs where you curled up on the living room couch under a throw blanket.

He’d texted that he was finally on his way home and as you waited, you let the blanket slip just enough to expose the lace, counting down the seconds until his keys turned in the lock.

….

The door clicks open and Nanami’s deep, gravelly baritone fills the hallway overlapping with the quieter, smoother voice of someone else. Your heart actually tries to escape from your chest.

They step into the dim light of the living room both of them looking completely drained. Nanami has his suit jacket slung over his forearm his tie already slightly loosened at his collar. Higuruma is right behind him his dark hair a little messy from the wind outside his hands buried deep in the pockets of his slacks.

Nanami takes one step into the room and freezes dead in his tracks. His eyes drop to the exposed lace of your lingerie, his face drained of colour, behind him Higuruma stops too his sharp gaze accidentally locking onto you before he can even process what he’s looking at.

Shit.

You quickly throw over the blanket to cover yourself, astounded, you laugh awkwardly “ah darling you’re home!” You exclaim “didn’t expect you to have company” you say, your voice pitching high with panic and attempt to play it off like nothing happened.

Nanami says nothing and just clears his throat. Higuruma tries way too hard to look the floor. After seconds of pure silence you excuse yourself and rush upstairs and throw on an oversized shirt and check your phone you see the unread message Nanami had sent you before arrived. Oh my god

……

You walk down, nervously holding your phone trying to apologise “l-I’m so s-sorry Mr Higuruma, m-my phone was u-upstairs, I didn’t see the t-text…”

Nanami doesn’t accept the polite apology. He steps forward, closes the distance and grips your waist. He clears his throat, a low dark rumble vibrating in his chest as his hands grip your waist tightly “ she’s apologising to you, Hiromi,” he rasps, his fingers dragging slightly into your hips. “Look at her”

Higuruma’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. His gaze slowly rises from the hardwood floor, dragging up the expanse of your bare thighs before finally locking onto your wide panicked eyes. His usual neat composure is completely gone, he’s entirely flustered .

“I-it’s… fine,” Higuruma rasps, his voice rough and stripped of all its formal eloquence. He takes a single, slow step closer into your space, his hands coming out of his pockets. “You don’t need to apologise “

A low, satisfied hum vibrates against your back from Nanami’s chest. Without breaking eye contact with Higuruma, Nanami’s large hand slides down to the back of your thighs, using his weight to gently but firmly herd you backward, back into the dim light of the sitting room. “Good,” Nanami murmurs against your hair. “Now let’s go back to the couch darling. We have a lot to discuss”

Oh.

…..

Now you’re bent over the cushions of the couch, your hands desperately clawing on the cushions. Higuruma is a heavy, relentless weight behind you. His large hands are locked firmly on your waist, anchoring you in place as he hits a deep, bruising, pace that completely steals your breath.

The room is filled with the wet, slick friction of the act, the quiet creak of the couch and Higuruma’s low guttural grunts vibrating against your ear with every deep, rolling thrust. You can only let out broken whines and breathless gasps, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

Every time you manage to look up through your blurred vision, your eyes land straight on Nanami. He’s sitting back in the heavy armchair right in front of you, his legs spread wide.

His lone hand is working himself slow, heavy, agonising strokes. His knuckles are white and his eyes are entirely blown out, tracking every single shudder of your body. “F-fuck… you’re taking him so well sweetheart,” Nanami rasps, his breathless baritone pinning you just as hard as higuruma’s weight. “Don’t stop, Hiromi. Take every bit of her”

Higuruma lets out a broken groan at Nanami’s praise, his pace turning more frantic, more desperate. He reaches around, his hand sliding up the front of your tits, over your collar bone. Before you can even gasp, his long fingers find your lips, sliding slickly into your mouth, letting you suck on them, tasting the salt of his skin as he continues to wreck you.

Your head falls forward, your chin dropping forward the cushions as sheer pleasure of Higuruma’s pace completely breaks you.

“Don’t look down sweetheart,” Nanami’s voice cuts through the haze sounding less like a request and more like an absolute demand. He gives a slow stroke of his own length in the chair. “Look at me while another man uses your cunt”

Behind you, Higuruma lets out a low groan. Agreeing to the command, he slides his wet slick fingers out of your mouth, leaving your lips parted. His hand doesn’t stay gone for long, it trails down to your neck, palm flattening over the centre of it with a heavy, grounding pressure.

Before you can even let out a sound, higuruma hooks a single digit firmly beneath your jawline. He tilts your head upward and back, forcing your gaze to Nanami.

“Why don’t you look at your husband, hm?” Higuruma murmurs against the shell of your ear, his voice vibrating straight down your spine.

His pace stays completely merciless as he continues to ram straight into your pussy. His dual grip completely anchors your body, one hand pinning the front of your throat with a suffocating, possessive pressure, while his other hand digs deep into the flesh of your hips, ruthlessly pulling them back to meet every deep, rolling thrust. The thick, wet sound of his pelvis slamming against your ass fills the space between your broken, helpless whimpers.

Across the small gap, Nanami’s stroking turns frantic and rapid. His knuckles turn white around his leaking shaft as he quickens his pace, his head tilting back slightly with a ragged groan.

He rises from the armchair, his dripping dick fully flushed as his towering frame looms directly over your face. Standing over you completely undone, he looks down at you and he lowers his voice into a breathless, unyielding command.

“Tongue out, sweetheart”

You oblige instantly, the view from below completely consuming you as his rapid strokes finally push him over the edge. Thick hot ropes of cum spurt across your face, coating your skin and tongue. Nanami lets out a broken groan, his towering posture finally slouching down as he leans over you. He uses his tongue to slowly, deliberately lick his own fluid from your skin, kissing your wet lips to claim every drop before he finally pulls back.

But he doesn’t step away.

Still completely breathless, Nanami shifts his focus directly to the man behind you. Reaching across your trembling body, his hand wraps firmly around the nape of Higuruma’s neck, his fingers digging into his hair. With a sharp, possessive tug, Nanami pulls Higuruma forward, crashing their mouths.

They share a deep, desperate taste of Nanami through that open mouthed kiss, their tongues tangling over your head while their breath hitches in unison.

Still locked against Nanami’s lips, Higuruma’s lower body kicks into a frantic overdrive from behind, his pelvis slamming ruthless against your soaking wet core with everything he has.

The double stimulation of the messy kiss above you and the blinding friction below trigger your own release. Your core clenches violently around his length as a loud, completely undone moan is torn from your throat, your entire body trembles as your orgasm finally clashes over you in heavy, pulsing waves.

Feeling you clamp down around him, Higuruma lets out a muffled growl straight into Nanami’s mouth. His grip on your waist tightens as his own release hits him, his hips bucking one last, deep thrust as he floods your twitching pussy with thick, boiling ropes of his own cum.

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A/n - this is lowkey my first time writing a fanfic😔. I had to write for the plot because the vision was too specific to ignore.

hope you enjoy!