Akito had liked Shishido for years now. He would never act on it, of course. It might have been possible back when he was just another teacher, but now that he was the principal? It was unthinkable. It would be like taking advantage of his position, and there was no way he could do something like that. He could tease him with friendly jokes or tickle his back, sure, but when it came to anything more, it was impossible.

This was why one night when he was outside walking through the Sheol equivalent of Tokyo, he was shocked to run into a very drunk Shishido. A drunk Shishido meant a Shishido who liked to touch and grope and be as close as possible. He tried to turn away as soon as he noticed how much he’d been drinking, knowing full well that if he pulled him close he would never be able to say no to that man.

Yet Shishido managed to fish him in, pulling him to his chest and firmly pressing his back against a brick wall. Akito’s eyes went up, and he felt Shishido’s hand on his ass, the other on the small of his back. The principal melted into putty in his hands, cheeks warm like they hadn’t been since he was alive and engaged to Hokuto’s mother. There was a pain in his heart though, when he thought about how Shishido most likely had no idea who Akito was right now.

“Hey, principal. I can kiss you, right?”

Akito stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, and nodded wordlessly. He knew who he was even though he was this drunk? With a quickly beating heart he felt the taller man’s lips on his, and he felt like if he hadn’t already been dead, his heart would have exploded right that moment.

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