Lifeline

AKIRA

My pencil spins elegantly in my hand, the pink colour of its body and the black of its tip morphing into blurred lines. My eyes are glued onto the screen at the front of the class where a man is tied up and restrained by multiple ropes, and my eyes absorb the information as various toys were used on him. I take notice of all the reactions, how to use the toys properly, how she spoke to him, how she acted around him.

Although it was an extremely erotic scene, I feel no arousal, no want for anything sexual. I'd learned to desensitise myself to things like these. Eventually even porn became off-putting, my mind either thought of it in a lifeline point of view, picking it apart and analysing it. Or any other video was complete dog shit.

As the man let out lewd noises and slurred sentences that begged and worshipped the mistress, I did nothing but take notes. After another half an hour of analysing and rewatching that video, my teacher dismisses me from class.

I quickly stretch out, relishing in the few cracks in my back before wandering outside, still trying to pack my books back into my bag.

"Akira, a moment please?"

My eyebrows raise at the sound of my name in my teachers mouth, though I turn around obediently, making my way back into the classroom. He smiles sweetly at me.

"I just wanted to ask how your class is going. I'm still over the moon about you getting 1A if I'm being completely honest with you." Mr.Octo rubs a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly. "Me and all your other teachers have watched you grow and I hope you know how proud we all are."

A touched smile pulls at my cheeks, a warm feeling fluttering around in my chest. "Thank you Sir, I wouldn't be able to do it without you guys." I say sincerely. "And to answer your question, they're pretty great, it's actually been a super smooth introductory process! I speak to most students regularly, I do a study session with two of them about every two days. Some are a bit off right now but of course it's different for everyone! They might be more enthusiastic after the introductory process is over."

Mr.Octo nods thoughtfully. "I see, well that isn't too far now, is it?"

I shake my head, a nervous blush dusting my cheeks. "Not at all sir."

A warm hand lands on my shoulder, making me look up again. Im greeted with a warm smile. "Don't be nervous Akira, you're an amazing person- they're super lucky to have you and they will adore you. I'm sure of it."

I nod determinedly at his words, slapping my cheeks a few times to hype myself up as he removes his hand. 

"Alright then, you probably have to get going."

With another swift nod and a thank you I commence my walk to the library. 

"I'm always here to chat Akira, I had a class of my own you know! Please come seek me out for advice if you need it." 

I give one last nod and grateful smile to my teacher as I disappear around the corner.

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"You're late."

I roll my eyes at Maya's comment, gently sitting my bag on the floor before taking a seat on a beanbag. We're in our normal corner, up the back of the library where no one else goes. Maya was positioned on another beanbag, curled up and waiting for me to come. Jedo was seated on a small cushioned stool, legs man spread and on his phone.

"Mr.Octo just wanted to tell me he was proud of me-" I respond to Maya before hitting Jedo's phone out of his hand, "- and get off that, you boring fuck."