Pairing: Nakajima Yuto x Kojima Haruna (AKB48)
Warnings: Short but fluffy. Like a cake.
Summary: Yuto fakes a headache and gets sent to the nurse's office. Why? Because he wants to see his favorite nurse.
“S-Sensei,” Yuto raised his hand in the middle of class. The slim lady in turned to him with a puzzled look on her face. “What is it Nakajima?” she questioned.
Yuto faked a pained expression on his face, massaging his temples. “My head hurts.” he groaned a bit. “M-May I go to the clinic?”
“Of course. Go ahead.” the teacher waved her hand. Yuto stood up and help his head a bit, acting his way out of class. Once he slid out the door and out of sight, he immediately ran down the halls and into the… well, nurse’s office.
“You do know he’s faking that?” Ryosuke whispered over to his seatmate, Yuri. Yuri nodded and kept scribbling down notes on his notebook.
“Ne, sensei~” Yuto chirped as he entered the nurse’s office. He slid the door closed and turned the lock. No one replied to his greeting, so he called out again.
“Yuto?” a squeaky nasal voice replied to him. Bingo. Yuto made his way behind the divider to find her glaring at him.
“What?” he asked.
“What? Are you seriously asking me what? You skipped class again!” she argued, tucking her hair behind her ear. Yuto couldn’t take her seriously. He just adored every inch of her.
“Haruna, you know you’re just gorgeous when you get angry.” he retorted. The nurse groaned and threw her head back. What on earth was she going to do with this student?
“You have to go.” she stood up and faced him. He was a good half-feet taller than her, despite the heels on.
“What? I just got here!” Yuto complained, whining as Haruna grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, forcing him to march to the door. “I’m sick!”
“You are not sick.” she replied. She had difficulty trying to get him to the door. ‘Are young boys this strong?’ she pondered to herself, feeling the muscles around his shoulders. Yuto noticed she let her guard down for a moment and took the moment to his advantage.
“Hey!” Haruna squeaked when Yuto grabbed her arm and turned around, pulling her close to him, their bodies pressed against one another, their faces, inches apart.
“I like this sensei.” he joked, making Haruna blush furiously at him.
“Let me go!” she tried to push herself off him. Yuto held a firm grip on her, pressing her even closer.
“Not in a million years…” he whispered in her ear, gently kissing her cheek. Resistance was futile for Haruna, and she slowly gave in to the boy’s desires.
“If they catch us in here,” she had tried to warn him, as always since their first encounter.
“I know the consequences.” he reassured her, holding her in a warm embrace, resting his chin above her head. Yuto removed his glasses and put it down on her desk. “I just want…” his voice softened towards the end of the sentence as he looked down at her, Haruna, looking away.
“This…” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.