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The student becomes the teacher... (jjba)
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AU where nobody dies, lmao. Takes place about 2 years after part 5. Narancia and Fugo are in a romantic relationship, Fugo is Sexually repressed, and Narancia is going to change that.
Narancia stretched his arms and yawned while everyone left the room. As Fugo looked like he was ready to leave too, he turned to him and whispered.
“Stay a bit. I wanna talk to you alone.” Fugo nodded in response and pretended to pick at his nails as he waited. Once they were alone, Narancia swiveled his upper body to face Fugo, hands on his knees.
“Why’d you have to be a whole year younger than me? I’ve been waiting so long for your birthday you know…” Narancia complained, looking intensely into Fugo’s eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fugos brows furrowed.
“I mean…You’re 18 now…”
“What is it? Are you excited that I can drink now? Don’t get your hopes up. I don’t care for that.” Fugo rolled his eyes and faced Narancia in his chair, crossing his arms, “What do you want me drunk for?”
“No! I don’t want to get you drunk!” Narancia facepalmed, grunting in frustration, “look at me…” Narancia leaned forward in his seat and slowly ran his hand up Fugo’s thigh, “You’re 18 now…” Narancias lips pursed a bit as his eyes looked more intently into Fugos. Fugo felt his heart drop. On instinct, he slapped Narancia in the face and stood up to get away from the touch, breathing heavily. Narancia flinched and raised his hands to show he meant no harm.
“Don’t touch me!” Fugo shouted, his voice and body both shaking.
“I’m sorry, Fugo! I…I shouldn’t have…” Narancia looked away in shame.
“You’re an idiot, you know?” Fugo mumbled.
“I…I know…” Narancia felt a pang of guilt hit him and his eyes began to water.
“You don’t even know that the age of consent in Italy is 14?” Fugo spoke a little louder, but his voice was relaxed.
“Huh? You…You’re not mad?” Narancia looked up to see that Fugo was still tense, but almost smiling.
“No. I was just…startled. I’ve…never done anything intimate before,” any hint of a smile that was there before faded from Fugo’s face to be replaced with an embarrassed grimace.
“Oh! That’s ok! It’s…Wait. Nothing? Like, nothing at all?” Narancias' eyes grew. Fugo’s shoulders touched his ears.
“Well, I’ve…never pleased myself, if that’s what you’re asking…”
“No way! Doesn’t that make you feel awful though? I know I get really frustrated if I don’t do it enough. Like…The urge is super unbearable and I get all moody and stuff…” Narancia scratched the back of his neck, getting a bit embarrassed, himself, “What do you do when you get hard?”
“I…never thought of it that way. I mean, I never envisioned the ‘consequences’ of not being intimate. I usually just ignore it until it goes away.”
“Shit, Fugo…I could never live like that…Are you ok?” Narancia immediately regretted the question. He felt so stupid asking that.
“Am I ok? I…Don’t really understand what you mean…” Fugo grimaced again, “I feel like I’ve always felt.”
“Nevermind. That was a dumb question.” Narancia cringed, “This is really personal…but…Well, when I don’t…uh…When...
AU where nobody dies, lmao. Takes place about 2 years after part 5. Narancia and Fugo are in a romantic relationship, Fugo is Sexually repressed, and Narancia is going to change that.
Narancia stretched his arms and yawned while everyone left the room. As Fugo looked like he was ready to leave too, he turned to him and whispered.
“Stay a bit. I wanna talk to you alone.” Fugo nodded in response and pretended to pick at his nails as he waited. Once they were alone, Narancia swiveled his upper body to face Fugo, hands on his knees.
“Why’d you have to be a whole year younger than me? I’ve been waiting so long for your birthday you know…” Narancia complained, looking intensely into Fugo’s eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fugos brows furrowed.
“I mean…You’re 18 now…”
“What is it? Are you excited that I can drink now? Don’t get your hopes up. I don’t care for that.” Fugo rolled his eyes and faced Narancia in his chair, crossing his arms, “What do you want me drunk for?”
“No! I don’t want to get you drunk!” Narancia facepalmed, grunting in frustration, “look at me…” Narancia leaned forward in his seat and slowly ran his hand up Fugo’s thigh, “You’re 18 now…” Narancias lips pursed a bit as his eyes looked more intently into Fugos. Fugo felt his heart drop. On instinct, he slapped Narancia in the face and stood up to get away from the touch, breathing heavily. Narancia flinched and raised his hands to show he meant no harm.
“Don’t touch me!” Fugo shouted, his voice and body both shaking.
“I’m sorry, Fugo! I…I shouldn’t have…” Narancia looked away in shame.
“You’re an idiot, you know?” Fugo mumbled.
“I…I know…” Narancia felt a pang of guilt hit him and his eyes began to water.
“You don’t even know that the age of consent in Italy is 14?” Fugo spoke a little louder, but his voice was relaxed.
“Huh? You…You’re not mad?” Narancia looked up to see that Fugo was still tense, but almost smiling.
“No. I was just…startled. I’ve…never done anything intimate before,” any hint of a smile that was there before faded from Fugo’s face to be replaced with an embarrassed grimace.
“Oh! That’s ok! It’s…Wait. Nothing? Like, nothing at all?” Narancias' eyes grew. Fugo’s shoulders touched his ears.
“Well, I’ve…never pleased myself, if that’s what you’re asking…”
“No way! Doesn’t that make you feel awful though? I know I get really frustrated if I don’t do it enough. Like…The urge is super unbearable and I get all moody and stuff…” Narancia scratched the back of his neck, getting a bit embarrassed, himself, “What do you do when you get hard?”
“I…never thought of it that way. I mean, I never envisioned the ‘consequences’ of not being intimate. I usually just ignore it until it goes away.”
“Shit, Fugo…I could never live like that…Are you ok?” Narancia immediately regretted the question. He felt so stupid asking that.
“Am I ok? I…Don’t really understand what you mean…” Fugo grimaced again, “I feel like I’ve always felt.”
“Nevermind. That was a dumb question.” Narancia cringed, “This is really personal…but…Well, when I don’t…uh…When...
