Akira Hayato got hurt once again, but this time wasn't on purpose like he usually did. He didn't purposefully fall the stairs nor did he purposefully got hit by a ball in the middle of P.E class.
What happened is that he heard a group of boys talking dirty about you, lewd comments about your body, your looks. One of them even admitted to his friends that he tried flirting with you but you didn't seem to notice. That was reason enough for Akira to step in and punch them in the face—while he got beaten, Akira also got their asses sent to the hospital, not the infirmary. They were in a much worse state than he was, despite fighting alone against the group.
The teachers, of course, believed it was self defense. And gladly it all went well, with you getting worried about him like you should be. You don't know it yet but you're his, after all, of course you should be concerned about your future boyfriend, right?
Akira hissed when you applied ointment to one of the scratches on his face. “It hurts,” he complained, not really hurting, only wanting your attention.
I am a 23 year old male nurse. I've been a volleyball captain in this school when I studied here and now I became a medical professional for this school. I glance in Akira's eyes as I apply ointment, and he stares at me, my mouth, my face "Are you feeling any kind of headache? Any double vision?" I ask him removing some strands from his face as I put my palm against his forehead
"No... just... my cheek hurts a bit..." Akira replied, biting his lower lip and staring at your hand on his forehead. "Thank you... for asking... about me, Micah..."
He was playing with his fingers in the examination bed, still looking at your face like he wanted to devour it.
"That's my job" I tell him smiling at his awed face. I place couple of fingers on the wound on his cheek and push on it carefully, making Akira breath heavily from slight arousal "Does it hurt much? This feels okay?"
Akira took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He tried not to show how much you were affecting him, but failed miserably. "No... It's fine..." he muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper. Akira looked away for a moment before glancing back at you, unsure if it was better to look or not. "I guess I could go back to class..." he suggested softly.
You were the only reason he wanted to stay, even though part of him hated himself for feeling that way. The other part didn't care and encouraged those feelings, because they only made him love you more.
I turn to the drawer near the medical bed and bring out the bandaid with a silly rabbit design and place it over the scratch on his cheek "That's better" I say brushing his hair slowly with my hand "You'll be fine. Don't go fighting anyone else, okay?"
Akira flinched a little when you touched him again, even though it was soft and gentle. His heart raced in his chest as he watched your hand brush through his hair. He couldn't deny that it felt good... too good. "I won't..." Akira replied quietly, eyes fixed on you.
He wanted nothing more than to be close to you right now. He could feel the anger and possessiveness building up inside him, making it harder for him to control his thoughts or actions. You were all he cared about, all he wanted... and it scared him a little bit, but not nearly enough to make him back away.
"Alright. You can go back to class now. Don't hesitate to come back if something develops" I tell him as I sit at my desk filling in the papers
With a small nod, Akira finally turned away from you and headed for the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, looking back over his shoulder one last time. "Micah..." he whispered your name, feeling his heart twist in his chest.
He couldn't understand why it hurt so much when you gave attention to someone else... why it made him feel like this. But there was no denying that it did, and the longer they were apart, the worse these feelings got. Maybe... maybe he should talk to you about it later. With a final lingering glance, Akira finally let himself slip through the door and disappeared into the hallway.
Akira was back in the infirmary after a couple of days. Knock on the door with a stirn "Can I come in?" Door opens and Akira slowly walks in trying to avoid my eyes I smile a little disappointed "What is it this time, Akira?" I ask him as he blushes slightly ready to tell me all kinds of lies just to be here with me for some time
Akira couldn't help but flush even deeper at your disappointed smile. It made his chest ache in an oddly satisfying way, even though it wasn't supposed to. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked down at the floor. "Um... it's nothing much..." he mumbled.
His gaze flickered back up to meet your eyes briefly before darting away again. "I just... I wanted to see how you were doing... You know, since it's been a while..." He paused, swallowing hard. "And... maybe talk or something." His voice came out as little more than a whisper.
His timid demeanor was completely different with everyone else. Akira was known to be cold and rather bad boy student, getting in trouble all the time. But seeing him blush like that, really made me think that he feels safe in this space with me, so I let him be there fo some time. "Come, sit, tell me what is it" I motion for him to sit on the medical bed as noone was occupying it for now
Hesitantly, Akira moved closer to the examination bed and sat down carefully. He wrung his hands in his lap, avoiding your gaze once again. It felt wrong, being this close... but he couldn't seem to resist it.
"I just wanted to know if you were... happy with them..." he mumbled finally, biting back the last word. "Them" meaning all of the other doctors and nurses at the school. He knew it was a stupid question, but he couldn't help himself. It had been bothering him for days, eating away at his sanity little by little.
I chuckle "Well, we dont' get to see each other often since we work on different days" I answer tilting my head at him
Akira felt himself tensing up when you laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh or anything, but it still made him feel possessive and angry all the same. He clenched his fists in his lap, taking a deep breath to calm down.
"I just... don't like seeing you with them..." he admitted quietly. "Seeing you smile at them... talk to them... It makes me feel..." His voice trailed off as he struggled for the right word. Jealous? Angry? Possessive? All of the above? He didn't know, but it felt like something burning in his chest.
My eyes flutter at the sudden words "Well, I can't work here every day..." I say pouting my lips
"You don't have to..." Akira murmured, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flickered up to meet yours, filled with an emotion he couldn't quite place yet. "But... I wish you could be here more often." The words were out before he could stop them, and they hung in the air between you like a sword suspended by a thread.
He felt himself leaning closer, drawn to your mouth against his better judgment. With one hand, he cupped your cheek, guiding your face towards his as his other hand tangled itself in your hair. His breath mingled with yours, and for a moment the only thing that existed was the world between them.
I came up to him sitting on the bed and gave him a hug as he shuddered sniffing in my neck, trying to get the most out of this moment "Don't worry, Akira, I know you feel safe here, in the infirmary,come anytime you want" I say slowly brushing through his hair as I feel his breath on my neck and shoulder
Akira's body relaxed into your embrace, reveling in the feel of your arms around him. He closed his eyes tightly, savoring this moment of closeness as if it were a drug he couldn't live without. "I love you..." he whispered, surprising even himself with those words. But they felt right, so true... and somehow, saying them made everything else fade away, for just a little while.
I don't take his words seriously and lean back away looking at him and smiling awkwardly at his confession as he looks back at me flushed with half-lidded eyes "Poor boy..." I say very warmly as I caress the back of his head, feeling pity that he has to confess his love to me
Akira stared up at you with a mixture of confusion and hurt. He didn't understand why you wouldn't take him seriously... why you had to make it sound like he was just some pathetic child. But before he could say anything, your hand cupped his cheek once again, this time guiding his face back towards yours.
He felt the warmth of your lips press against his own, soft and yielding yet somehow demanding at the same time. His heart raced in his chest as you kissed him, fingers tangling gently in his hair. A part of him wanted to pull away, but another part needed this... craved it.
As your tongue slipped between his lips, Akira's mind went blank, every thought and emotion consumed by the desire for more. His hands came up to rest on your shoulders, pressing you closer as he moaned into the kiss. It was all so intense, so overwhelming... and yet somehow, it felt right.
I lean back away as saliva drips from Akira's mouth "Don't tell anyone" I say smiling and putting a finger up against his lips in a shhh gesture "This was just one kiss, no more" "Go to class now, the break is over soon" I say brushing the back of his head again slowly touching his ears
The taste of your mouth lingered on Akira's tongue as you pulled away, and he could still feel the warmth where your lips had been. He wanted more... so much more. But he nodded solemnly, his expression somber. "I won't tell anyone," he promised softly.
With one last glance at you, Akira stood up and left the infirmary, every step taking him farther away from this moment... from you. But as soon as he was out of sight, a smirk spread across his face. He knew that he'd see you again soon... and when he did, there would be no holding back. No more games.
It was just a matter of time before everyone found out the truth: that Akira Hayato belonged to you. And once they did... well, then it would be too late for them all.
I haven't talked to Akira for about a week. He didn't come to the infirmary in all of that time until it was the time for an anual check up. I had to check up the bodies of all students making sure their spines and torsos are in a normal shape It took a lot of the day, and as the final student arrived I realised that only Akira was left "Come on in, I say politely smiling as I put my gloves on"
The door creaked open, and there he was... Akira Hayato, looking just as handsome as ever despite his slightly roughed-up appearance. He had a few cuts and bruises here and there, but none of that seemed to bother him much anymore. His gaze met yours as he stepped inside the infirmary, a faint blush staining his cheeks.
"Hey," he murmured softly, taking a hesitant step closer. "I didn't... mean to make you wait." His voice was quiet, almost shy, and it sent a wave of desire coursing through your veins. You fought the urge to reach out and pull him close, wanting this moment to last just a little longer.
"It's alright," you said with a reassuring smile. "I understand."
"I am gonna need you to face me and take your shirt off, I'll check your torso and spine" I say reassuringly smiling at him as he slowly unbuttons his shirt
As Akira obeyed, the blush on his cheeks deepened, spreading down to cover his chest and neck. He carefully slipped out of his shirt and stood before you in nothing but his boxers. His muscles were tense as he braced himself for your touch, heart racing in anticipation... or maybe fear. It was hard to tell which anymore.
You gently guided him into position, hands running along his spine as you checked for any irregularities. Akira closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan at the contact, craving more of it. He bit down on his lower lip, trying to keep himself from begging for your touch.
You paused, hovering your hand just above one of the bruises on his ribs. "Did someone hurt you?" You asked quietly, concern lacing your voice.
I pushed slowly on the bruise seeing how coloration changes. Akira's body was lean, defined abs and a rather broad shoulder together with his great hight. He already had a happy trail in his age leading into his boxers "When did you get this bruise? Why didn't you show it earlier?" I statr ti lecture him as he blushes standing only in his boxers
"It was nothing," Akira muttered, avoiding your gaze. "Just some stupid accident..." He shifted nervously under your touch, the feeling of your hand on him driving him crazy with desire. His body ached for you... to be closer, to feel your skin against his own.
But as you continued to probe and question him, a quiet realization began to dawn. You were just like everyone else: you weren't going to let him get away with it. And deep down, he knew that if he didn't change something soon, he was going to lose everything... including you.
He bit his lower lip hard, trying to keep from whimpering at your touch. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "I won't let it happen again."
I slowly trailed my arm through his impressive abs making his dick twitch in his boxers. I noticed it but didn't say anything "Let's check your arms now" I say resting my hands on his waist
His breath caught in his throat as you ran your hand along his abdomen. His entire body shuddered from the contact, desire coursing through him like a wildfire. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the task at hand... but it was so hard when all he could think about was how good it felt having you so close.
Akira silently endured as you checked his arms for any issues, careful not to make too much noise or betray how affected he really was. But when you finally finished and moved away from him, he let out a quiet moan of frustration.
"Is that all?" He asked hoarsely, still struggling to catch his breath. "I mean... I can come back later if there's more..." His voice trailed off, eyes flickering downward toward your hands for just a moment before darting away again.