[Third Person Pov]
Itsuki and Clark could hear the unmistakable sounds of movent outside the supply locker—the sharp clatter of a desk being jostled, followed by muffled moans and cries of pleasure that made it painfully clear they were not alone. Whatever was happening on the other side of the door was far too close for comfort, and far too awkward to acknowledge out loud.
As if the situation weren't already mortifying enough, the two of them were trapped inside the narrow supply locker, pressed uncomfortably close together. There was barely any room to shift or even turn their heads without brushing against one another. The only air they had ca from the thin slits along the tal door, and even that felt stifling, warm, and insufficient.
The cramped space quickly grew hot. Their combined body heat seed to circulate endlessly, feeding back into itself until the air felt thick and heavy in Itsuki's lungs. It didn't help that they were both still wearing their school uniforms, layers of fabric that clung to their skin and trapped the heat instead of letting it escape.
Itsuki could feel perspiration beginning to gather along her temples and beneath her collar. Her clothes felt damp, her skin flushed, and her thoughts were starting to blur together. Almost without realizing it, her hand ca to rest against Clark's chest—whether it was ant to keep so semblance of distance between them or simply to give herself sothing steady to hold onto, she couldn't quite rember anymore.
Beneath her palm, she could feel his heartbeat. It was strong and steady, almost chanical in its rhythm, a sharp contrast to her own heart, which was racing wildly in her chest. Each beat seed louder than the last, echoing in her ears as her breathing grew uneven.
The lack of air and her rising panic made it harder to breathe normally. Her breaths ca faster, shallower, her face burning with embarrassnt as blood rushed through her body. She was acutely aware of everything all at once—the confined space, the noises outside, the heat, and how close Clark was.
Clark glanced down at her, his expression sharpening with concern. Without warning, he gently placed a hand over her mouth, startling her for a brief mont. Leaning closer, he silently mouthed, "Stop breathing so hard. You're going to be heard."
That only made things worse.
Itsuki felt completely overwheld. The strange sounds beyond the locker, the faint unfamiliar sll of sex in the air, Clark's proximity, his hand covering her mouth—it all collided at once. She had to tilt her head slightly to read his lips, her eyes drawn to them despite herself.
She hadn't even realized how unsteady her breathing was until he pointed it out. Forcing herself to inhale through her nose instead, she looked up at him with wide, pitiful, glistening, doe eyes, her expression apologetic and helpless.
Clark noticed imdiately. Her eyes shimred with unshed tears pooling at the corners, and he felt her fingers shift against his chest. Slowly, deliberately, she traced words against him, spelling out: I'm sorry. I can't help it.
He let out a quiet sigh, understanding dawning on his face. He didn't bla her—truthfully, the situation was affecting him too. His senses were picking up on far more than he wanted to acknowledge, like the sll of hormones the couple outside were producing. And being this close to soone else in such a confined space only heightened everything, especially with Itsuki's heavy breast pressing against him. Still, he managed to keep a clearer head than Itsuki.
Gently, he removed his hand from her mouth and instead placed both hands over her ears, blocking out the sounds beyond the door. He leaned in just enough to catch her attention and mouthed, "Does that help?"
Itsuki didn't know how to answer.
Yes, the outside noises were gone—but in silencing them, Clark had unintentionally drawn all of her remaining focus to him instead. Every other sensation seed to sharpen: his closeness, his warmth, the way his hands rested so carefully against her head.
Despite not having a particularly favorable opinion of him before, she couldn't deny what was now painfully obvious. Objectively speaking, Clark was undeniably handso. Maybe it was the tension, or maybe it was the vulnerability of the mont, but the realization struck her harder than she expected—and once noticed, it was impossible to ignore.
His chiseled jaw and clear, unblemished skin were close enough for her to see every subtle detail, every faint shadow cast by the light. His hands—large, rough, calloused from training she could only imagine—cradled her face with a care that felt almost reverent. His strong, well-built fra lood over her, solid and immovable, yet despite all of that, it wasn't his body that held her captive. It was his eyes.
That eccentric, vivid blue seed almost unreal, sharp and bright, as though they held entire worlds within them. Itsuki found herself unable to look away. Under his gaze, she felt exposed in a way she had never experienced before, as if he could see through every layer she had carefully built around herself, peeling them back one by one without even trying. Instead of fear, all she felt was a dizzying pull, a fascination she couldn't fight.
Now she understood what Nino had ant.
Clark possessed a quiet gentleness that didn't match his imposing appearance or the confident way he carried himself. He held her as if she were sothing precious, sothing fragile—like one careless move could cause her to shatter. That tenderness stood in stark contrast to his strength, and the contradiction left her breathless.
Itsuki slowly shook her head, her lips trembling as she answered his question, the motion small and uncertain. The mont her response left her, Clark let out a heavy sigh and began to pull his hands away, clearly trying to give her space. But before he could fully withdraw, Itsuki reached out, her movents hesitant yet deliberate, and gently guided his hands back to her face, resting them just beneath her ears.
Clark froze. He stared down at her in confusion, only to notice the hazy look clouding her eyes as she gazed up at him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath, and a thin sheen of sweat traced a slow path down her neck, disappearing into the hollow between her cleavage. The realization struck him all at once—Itsuki was losing herself to the simulation, to the closeness, to him.
The almost pitiful, nearly pleading look she gave him began to chip away at his resolve. His own breathing quickened despite himself as he held her gaze, drawn in by the unspoken need reflected there. For the first ti, Clark felt suffocated too, the air around him suddenly too thick to breathe. He lifted one hand to his neck and tugged at his tie, loosening it as if it were the source of his discomfort.
Itsuki swallowed audibly, her eyes dropping briefly to the firm planes of his chest before she reached up and guided his hand back to where it belonged against her cheek. Her touch lingered there, grounding him. In a breathy whisper, heavy with heat and confusion, she murmured, "I think… I think I'm losing my mind."
Clark didn't respond. Instead, he braced one arm above her head, caging her in as he leaned closer, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them. Itsuki's thoughts blurred into a fog, the lines between what was acceptable and what wasn't dissolving until they barely existed.
Her hands settled against his chest, feeling the steady, powerful beat beneath her palms. Without breaking eye contact, she curled her fingers around his loosened tie and gently pulled, drawing him closer as though reeling him in.
No words passed between them after that. There was only an instinctive understanding, a silent agreent about the direction they were heading in. Clark made no move to stop her—he didn't want to.
Their heavy breathing was cut short when their lips t, the kiss guided purely by instinct. The world around them seed to fade away, leaving only the warmth, the pressure, and the shared urgency. They pulled apart briefly, just long enough to catch their breath, foreheads nearly touching.
Without a single word exchanged, they leaned back in again, surrendering fully and without hesitation.
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