OMGOMGOMG *hyperventilates*

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OMGOMGOMG!

I saw Professor Sompong in the elevator as I was going up to my locker and he told me that I was nominated for an award!!! OMG! He said there were only 4 given out and I got one of them! *bursts into tears* This means that my law school career wasn't wasted! I'm not a low-grade loser!

*heaves for breath and tries to calm down*

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No one crosses Minato-sensei with impunity.

Nanami wonders, sometimes, how deep Shinichirou's "undercover" personality goes. Nanami knows that Shinichirou will do anything and everything he can to protect him and Sora, even if it means to put on a mask so thoroughly that he's practically another person. A simple pair of glasses, a suit and tie and the tasteful use of hair gel shouldn't really change a person's personality. But Nanami knows, on some molecular level, that Minato-sensei is not the same person as his Shinichirou.

No, definitely not the same Shinichirou who laughs and jokes at home. Not the Shinichirou who is as wild and free as they come, tethered only by Nanami's love and Sora's affection.And most certainly not the Shinichirou who makes silly promises in the middle of the night in their bed, kissing Nanami breathless.

Minato-sensei is someone different entirely, no matter how much Shinichirou denies it and claims it all to be an elaborate hoax. Minato-sensei is discipline and rules and a current of something else that flickers behind the lenses of his glasses. Minato-sensei is a harshly swung pointer that slaps against Nanami's backside repeatedly, making the smaller man cry out softly, shushing himself as best he can with teeth biting his bottom lip.

"Nanami... I saw that you were being very friendly to those seniors earlier today."

A swoosh of air, a stinging smack, and Nanami's breath hitching in his lungs.

Minato-sensei leans closer, his free hand pushing Nanami's pants down farther and a knee forcing the brunette's legs farther apart. "You know that friendly relations are discouraged during class hours, because it disrupts the curriculum. Even the school nurse must follow these rules."

Nanami presses his face against the wood of the desk, and sucks in a sharp breath as he feels slick fingers trail over the welts on his ass and then farther between his cheeks. All he can do is whimper softly and submit.

"... Sh-Shinichirou..."

A sharp thrust and Nanami is seeing stars, feeling tight and full and struggling to breathe.

"What was that, Nanami?"

"Minato-sensei!" Nanami cries out, his bound hand straining against the cuffs as he struggles to touch, to move, to get more. He can feel the smile on Minato-sensei's lips before the nape of his neck is kissed and the thrusts start in earnest.

And Nanami knows that Minato-sensei is pleased.