The vibe at the school was totally different on Monday morning. The news of the Superintendent's arrest had gone viral, and everyone was whispering about the Iron-Fist teacher who took down the city's biggest snake. Daisetsu walked through the halls with his usual nonchalant face, but every student was staring. He wasn't just Sensei anymore; he was a living legend.
But the real drama was waiting in the main office. The new Principal, Ryuji—the Superintendent's son—had arrived. He was tall, wore a suit that cost more than a car, and had eyes that looked like ice. He didn't look like he wanted to help; he looked like he wanted revenge.
"Nakamura-sensei," Ryuji said, leaning back in his leather chair. "I've heard so much about your... unique teaching methods. And your outside interests."
Daisetsu didn't flinch. "I do my job, Principal."
"We'll see," Ryuji smirked. "I'm watching you. One slip-up, and you're out."
Daisetsu walked out, his blood boiling. He needed to clear his head, and there was only one person who could do that. He sent a quick text: Roof. Now.
Yasuo was already there, hiding behind the water tank. Since the bakery was still being fixed, they had to meet in secret more than ever. The second Daisetsu stepped onto the roof and locked the door, the physical tension snapped.
"Daisetsu!" Yasuo gasped as the tall man marched over and slammed him against the brick wall.
"The new boss is a prick," Daisetsu growled, his voice a gravelly rasp that made Yasuo's heart do backflips. He didn't wait. He crashed his mouth onto Yasuo's, his kiss full of savage hunger.
He didn't care that they were at school. He was obsessed. He needed to feel the warmth of his Cutie Boy to drown out the coldness of the Principal's office. He hiked Yasuo's legs up around his waist, pinning him against the rough bricks.
The physical payoff was instant. Daisetsu's hands were everywhere—mapping out Yasuo's skin, pulling at his clothes with a frantic energy. He unbuckled his belt, his hard, muscular body pressing Yasuo into the wall.
"Right here?" Yasuo whispered, his face a mess of blushes and desire. "Someone might hear..."
"Let them," Daisetsu rumbled. "I want them to know who you belong to."
He entered Yasuo with a heavy, rhythmic force that made the smaller boy cry out, his voice echoing against the water tank. It was extreme and raw. Daisetsu wasn't being the stoic protector right now; he was a man claiming his territory. He moved with a savage heat, his thrusts deep and possessive, making Yasuo arch his back and claw at those broad, scarred shoulders.
Daisetsu leaned down and bit Yasuo's shoulder, leaving a fresh, dark mark right next to the collar of his shirt. He was marking him again, a territorial promise that no matter who was watching or who was in charge, Yasuo was his home.
The climax hit them like a lightning strike under the midday sun. Yasuo's body went rigid, his fingers digging into Daisetsu's muscles as he spilled over, quickly followed by Daisetsu, who groaned out Yasuo's name like a prayer.
They stood there for a moment, breathing hard, the shared focus between them stronger than any threat from the Principal.
"I'm not letting him ruin us," Daisetsu whispered, fixing Yasuo's hair.
"I know it," Yasuo smiled, though his legs were still shaking. "You're the Iron-Fist, remember? You don't lose."
But as they headed down the stairs separately, they didn't notice the small security camera newly installed at the corner of the roof entrance. In the office below, Ryuji watched the screen with a twisted smile. He finally had the slip-up he needed.