Aren't I Supposed To Be On Top?

Chapter 1

Bastian sighs quietly as he walks from the dorm to the building his first class is in.
On the way he takes notice of the same seven girls along the way, all giggling and blushing amongst themselves.
He didn't have to say anything for them to cream their panties, just look in their direction.
Of course, who doesn't love the broad shoulders, toned abs and heart of gold?
He is big and strong but he's also nice and kinda smart.
Although there is one class he has trouble with, foreign language.
Thankfully he got himself a tutor and his grades have improved.
This tutor's name, Atticus.
Atticus noticed Bastian struggling over his Russian in a campus courtyard and offered to help.
They meet three times a week but don't talk about anything outside language.

Bastian keeps walking and finds a familiar twig in the crowd.
Atticus jumps slightly when Bastian wraps his arm around his shoulders.
"Hey, can we meet up tonight instead of tomorrow?"
"Why?" The redhead responds monotone.
"My parents are visiting."
Atticus sighs but shrugs off the ravenette. "Fine. My professor just canceled on me anyway."
"Did something happen?"
"Yeah. His wife went into labor."
"Oh Professor Gribs right? I heard his wife was due any day now."
"Yeah. He apologized then ran off."
"Of course he apologized. He's too nice."
"I agree. Anyways if you don't mind could we meet at my place instead? I want to work on my forensics but I don't feel comfortable doing it here on campus."
"Oh sure. Just text me your dorm number and I'll make sure to be there at the usual time."
"I don't live in the dorms. I have an apartment about 15 minutes away."
Bastian is shocked at the new information but nods in understanding. "Then text me your address and I'll do my best."
Atticus nods and does so immediately. "Top floor, room 89KV."
"89KV?"
"Don't ask." Atticus mumbles and shoves his phone in his back pocket.
Bastian nods slowly then puts his phone away too. "Thanks again." He raises his hand then jogs away.
The redhead grips his backpack straps then walks to his own class.

Come time Atticus opens the door and looks up at Bastian.
Immediately Bastian takes note of his tutor's casualwear.
An oversized hoodie that reaches his mid thigh and black, knee high socks.
Bastian walks in and takes his bag off his shoulder.
"We'll use my kotatsu over here."
"What's a kotatsu?"
"This table here. They're used in Japan in the winter. You'll notice them in a lot of anime."
"Anime huh? I've been wanting to watch some of that but I've been too busy studying and working."
"Understandable. It is quite comfortable and practical."
"Looks like it."

The two sit across from one another.
While Atticus grabs his notebook Bastian puts on his glasses.
The first time Atticus saw Bastian with them he questioned the need.
"It's not for aesthetic, if that's what you're wondering. I wear them during class too."
"They suit you." Atticus mumbled and looked through Bastian's notes.
Now it's normal and he doesn't give it a second thought.
Bastian looks around the room and takes everything in.
"You're distracted. Pay attention." Atticus snaps in front of his student's face.
"Sorry!" He exclaims and starts paying attention.

Hours pass by easily and Atticus had solely begun to focus on his work, leaving Bastian to finish his homework alone.
Unfortunately when he finally looks up he sees the raven haired boy fast asleep.
A tiny pool of drool drenched his notebook.
"What's got you so tired?" Atticus mumbles to himself and stands up.
He looks at the clock and curses quietly. "The last bus passed 27 minutes ago. He lives in the dorm so it's not too far away. Although in this state who knows if he'd make it if he walked. Does he have any money on him to take an uber?"
Finally Atticus gently shakes Bastian awake.
The man pops awake and looks around. "Where am I?!" He yells and looks around.
"You're still at my place." Atticus mumbles and puts his stuff away.
"Oh shit what time is it?"
"I apologize. It's too late for the bus. Do you have money on you?"

Bastian shakes his head and wipes his face with his sweater sleeve. He packs up his things but yawns and his eyes droop.
Atticus frowns and rubs the back of his neck. "If you don't make it weird... you can spend the night here. You don't have classes tomorrow right?"
"I'm off tomorrow, yeah. I told my parents we could spend the whole day together."
"Well unfortunately I don't have any clothes that will fit you. So you can either stay in what you're wearing, which I don't recommend, or you can strip. I've got a bunch of warm blankets so you don't have to worry about getting cold. Plus since we'll share a bed I will also act as a heater for you."
Bastian listens to everything Atticus says, ultimately ending in a slight blush and gay panic.
"Or you can take the floor. I've seen people sleep under their kotatsu before so there's another option. Whatever you want is fine."
"Are you straight?"