What the hell is this?""Yaoi, sir."

What the hell is this?"

"Yaoi, sir." The girl replied looking into Takaba's shocked face.

"Well, I'm confiscating this until the end of class." He retorted, slightly pink in the face.

Takaba sighed, putting the book on the table at the front of the class. The student had began busying themselves with work they had to finish, while he recalled the events that had led to him temporarily teaching this ever-so innocent photography class.

~flashback~

"Please Akihito, you'll be doing me a huge favour."

"I don't know, it's not like I'm a teacher or anything."

"Come on, it's only for a week while the mother-in-law is in hospital."

"…this is just photography classes, right?"

"Yeah, I'll pay you and they're a good class, pleaseeeee."

Takaba looked at his old school mate and couldn't help but empathise with his situation.

"Fine, you owe me." It couldn't be that difficult and it's a yakuza free zone, he thought.

"Yes! Thanks man, here's the timetable and what work they have to do, I'll see you next week."

~end of flashback~

"Sir…SIR!"

"…huh?"

"You were saying…about the assignment?"

"Oh yeah, your teacher wants it complete for when he gets back. Choose any subject or theme you want, that's it for today."

The adolescents scurried out of the classroom eagerly, chatting among themselves. Takaba sat down on the chair beside the blackboard and sighed. It's not like the class had gone badly, it was just exhausting. Something caught Takaba's eye. The book he had confiscated earlier, he had forgotten to return. The manga almost called out to him, beckoned him. Despite initially being appalled by the artefact, now it peaked his curiosity.

Well, one look won't hurt, he thought to himself. Slowly, he reached out to the table, from where he sat and brought the book to his lap.

The front cover was…well… familiar. The large dark haired man was pushing down the smaller blond down, their hands linked and their top half's naked (the cover cut off the rest).

Takaba tentatively flicked through a few pages, the situation sounded similar to his own- a forceful older man barging into the other's life.

The photographer flushed as he saw another similar scenario play out on the page. The young man forced to the wall, the other forcing his lips upon him.

Takaba suddenly remembered all the times Asami had aroused him, and the two characters on the page soon became the yakuza and himself. He let out pants of frustration, moans of pleasure. His nipples teased and tweaked through his shirt, Takaba groaned for the man to stop or at least slow down. Asami reached into the boy's jeans, gripping his erect member, stroking slowly at first then quicker as their kiss deepened. Their tongues massaged against each other, Asami domineering the kiss, exploring the young man's mouth. Takaba was close, his body shivering with ecstasy, then Asami-

"SIR, SIRRRR! I forgot my…"

Takaba stood abruptly and turned to see the student from earlier in the doorway.

"…manga."

Takaba utterly embarrassed, red to the neck, acted as innocent as he could muster and grabbed his own paperwork with his free hand to cover his hard-on.

"I d-dropped it and was worried I might have damaged it. Takaba stuttered, mentally cursing himself and gave the girl back her book.

The girl gave Takaba the most sceptical look possible. "Sure"

She then grinned mischievously and hurried out of the classroom, yaoi in hand.

OoOo

The next day…

Takaba was practically sleep-walking to the college after he spent all last night mulling over his shame from the previous day and how he would face that girl today.

He stepped into the classroom, looked up, and to his horror saw Asami sitting in his seat.

"Good Morning, sir, I'm here to observe.