snts cw // nsfw

Professor Suna who's actually really good. He's attentive to his students, despite, his uninterested look. So he's quite perplexed as to why Atsumu deliberately bombs his tests, despite getting top scores on assignments.

He shows them the tests on his desk.

"I'm not understanding. Atsumu, you have a sports scholarship, are you /trying/ to throw it all away?"

"I dunno, maybe I'm just dumb," he shrugs.

Suna sighs. "Atsumu, I know college can be stressful, but this is your future. You're just setting yourself up for failure."

"Meh, I'll be fine," he responds nonchalantly.

Suna can't stand to see it. He has /so/ much potential. "You can't just /throw your life away/! Is it my teaching? Is it just not translating? What do you need? Atsumu, I want to help you."

"Oh?"

Suna narrows his eyes, but keeps his thoughts to himself. A part of him knows exactly where this is going, but he wants to see how bold his student really is. He leans forward with his chin resting on his hands.

"And what is it that you need, Atsumu?"

Atsumu involuntarily backs away slightly, not disgusted, surprised rather, not expecting Suna to close the distance. He tries to play it off.

"Well I was just thinking some extra tutoring might help."

Suna starts with a snort before he's laughing outright.

"Extra tutoring... 'extra tutoring' he says."

"Wha-what's so funny?

Suna gets up and walks to the other end of the desk, standing right behind Atsumu's chair. He leans places a hand on his shoulder and leans down so that Atsumu smell the cologne wafting from him.

"My dear, dear student. You don't need tutoring. You just want me to fuck you."