A/N: Good day everyone ( ╹▽╹ ), I want to apologize in advance for this chapter because what I'm going to do might not be logical but please allow it for comedic purposes hehe....(ー_ー゛)
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Have you ever wondered what does it mean to walk on a line?
Walking on a line, in the sense of avoiding mistakes, represents a high-stakes situation where even the smallest misstep can lead to serious consequences.
It implies a state of constant caution, where one must be precise, and fully aware of their actions at all times. Walking on a line is a test of precision, control, and awareness. It symbolizes the fine balance one must maintain when the stakes are high and the margin for error is razor-thin.
Unlike walking a broad path, where a misstep might go unnoticed, a single slip on a narrow line can lead to consequences that are difficult or even impossible to recover from. It's the pressure of knowing that every movement must be measured, every choice carefully weighed, because there is no safety net below.
Recovery Girl entered the infirmary, muttering something about not being paid enough and the stress of the students. The tap of her cane echoed through the quiet room, each step laced with irritation.
Reaching her desk, she set down a cup of green tea, carefully preparing it before taking a slow sip. The warmth seeped into her, easing the tension in her shoulders. Letting out a deep sigh, she finally turned, only to freeze.
A pair of sharp yellow eyes watched her intently. She stiffened slightly, the scrutiny unsettling. 'How long has he been staring?'
Quickly masking her brief moment of fluster, she straightened and stepped toward him, clearing her throat. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep, Arashi? And why are you seated like that?"
The boy, no longer lying down as she had left him, was propped up against the pillows instead. He scratched his head, a bit awkward "I couldn't feel comfortable just laying down so I decided to sit up. Hope that's not a problem." His voice was quiet, almost hesitant.
She arched a brow as she stopped beside him, taking in his appearance. His face was flushed and he was sweating a bit even though the air conditioners in the room were working quite well.
'What happened to him now?' She wondered as he wasn't in this state when she left the infirmary.
Concern flickered in her eyes as she reached out, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. His body gave a slight tremor beneath her touch. "Are you alright? Is it fever?"
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My eyes followed every movement of Recovery Girl but I wasn't really focused on her, probably because she was just in my field of vision. I've been trying my best to focus for the past few minutes.
I have been fighting battles in my mind and if I don't really focus, I'll be in more damage than I am already. I know you're thinking 'what the hell is he talking about'?
Momo is currently under my blanket, resting on me. Her face is resting against my dick, though initially, her face was on my stomach and her breasts pressed against my dick before I adjusted to sit up. Thankfully, Recovery Girl didn't walk in right away as that helped us.
Currently, it feels like I'm walking on a rope, trying to balance myself. I'm trying my best to stop blood from flowing down there and I don't wanna get caught by Recovery Girl.
Breath in, breath out Azaria.
Become one with nature, do it just like the monks. Amitabha.
Recite the national anthem. Close your eyes and think of something nice. Think of something seren-
"Arashi?"
I was interrupted in my monk training as I glanced up at Recovery Girl. For some reason, her hand was on my forehead. "Yes Ma'am?" The word came out before I knew it already.
"I asked that do you feel alright? You look.... flushed. Is it fever?" She inquired, her voice softer.
"N-no, that's not it. I was trying to move around before and it was too stressful for me" The words came out awkwardly, I couldn't even believe my own lie.
She withdrew her hand with a thoughtful "hmm". Her expression made it clear she didn't quite believe me, but she chose not to push the matter. With a quiet sigh, she turned and walked back to her desk. Letting out a sigh, I glanced at Momo underneath the blanket to see how she was doing.
And I wish I didn't do that.
Her face was flushed, due to the warmth and embarrassment of staying there. Her hands were resting on my thighs and we made eye contact, it felt like she was sucking me off for a second.
Heat rushed south before I could stop it, my body betraying me in the worst possible way. Not my fault, just an unfortunate trick of perspective but still, I was so going to have to apologize
"You had visitors earlier," Recovery Girl added. "Your friends wanted to see you, but I told them you needed more rest." I glanced back at Momo, who quickly averted her eyes, guilt flashing across her face. 'So, that's why....'
The silence in the room was getting loud and I was really uncomfortable being hard for the wrong reasons plus the fact that I know my boner is directly in her face.
"So, how long have you been in U.A?" I asked, it was better to ask a meaningless question than stay in silence.
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Momo held her breath beneath the blanket, her face burning hotter than it had any right to. She had to endure it, she said to herself as she was the one that brought the idea of hiding underneath his blanket. There was no other way to hide she kept saying to herself to convince herself.
Her heart hammered as she felt Azaria stiffen when Recovery Girl walked to him, praying that she wouldn't catch on. If she was caught, she wouldn't be able to explain why she was hiding under a boy's blanket.
Seconds felt like hours as she tried to steady her breath but the moment Azaria had looked at her, something about the way their eyes met sent her mind spiraling into very inappropriate places.
She had tune out everything else, just solely focused on him. She drank in the sight of his chest, noting how well defined he was despite his slim frame. But the moment their eyes met, a subtle shift in his pants caught her attention.
She couldn't help but watch as it grew, both in size and length, standing out directly in her line of sight. She knew she should look away, but her eyes remained fixed on it, on the way it shifted, strained against the fabric.
A strange heat curled in her core, spreading through her limbs, making her pulse quicken. Her breath felt shallow, her fingers twitching against his thighs as an unfamiliar tension settled over her.
'It is big and long, is this how most guys are?' She couldn't help but think as her thumb slowly traced up his thigh before reaching his bulge, down from his base to the very tip. She felt his body shudder slightly before she got a hold of herself, horrified at her behaviour.
What was wrong with her? This was the worst possible time to be doing something like that. She was here because she was worried about him, not to act like that. She bit her lip in shame as she just hoped for everything to end quickly.
Finally, she heard footsteps. The door clicked shut.
She didn't move right away, just to be safe. Only when she was absolutely certain that Recovery Girl was gone did she slowly shift, her hands pressing against Azaria's thighs to push herself up which was a mistake, because it only made everything feel more intimate than it already was.
'Damn it.' She couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Azaria lifted the blanket slightly, meeting her gaze again. His face was flushed, having an expression of relief on his face. "She's gone, the coast is clear now"
"Yeah, thank you" Momo whispered, swallowing hard. Her voice came out too soft, too breathy, and she hated how that sounded. She sat up properly, finally free from the suffocating warmth, but now she had a different problem, how the hell was she supposed to look him in the eye after this?
"Thank you for checking up on me, even though you weren't supposed to." He moved his hand slowly to cover his bulge "And sorry about this, I should have had more self control. I just lost myself there–"
"No, it's my fault." She bowed her head, feeling a bit shameful "I acted irresponsible there, I apologize for my actions." She got up and straightened her clothes before glancing at him, letting out a small smile "Good to see you're doing well, I was worried about you."
Azaria watched her walk to the door, he couldn't help but sigh "I'm glad you checked up on me." His voice cut through the silence. "I really appreciate it Momo."
She nodded as she closed the door behind her, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding.
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