Writing under duress aka I swear I don't write like this
It was long after class had ended, however the brunette in the back of the classroom had yet to notice. Schneizel approached his student slowly, watching as the shadows of falling leaves danced across the boy’s form, a sharp contrast to the golden afternoon light that encircled the boy, catching in his hair and giving him an almost angelic glow. He was truly breathtaking like this.
“Suzaku kun” he whispered softly, almost as if he were afraid his words would shatter the illusion.
The boy started, his gaze darting across the empty room before brilliant green eyes locked with his own. “Schneizel sensei” the boy breathed before a blush bloomed over his features. “I-I’m so sorry I was listening to your lecture but I started thinking about-“ he bit his lip nervously and nailed his gaze to the ground before uttering a small “I’m sorry”
The taller man chuckled, and tenderly angled Suzaku’s chin up as he leaned forward. “I told you not to hide from me, remember? So long as you keep your eyes on only me, you’ll be fine”
“S-Schneizel sensei” the brunette murmured one hand clutching desperately at the his lover’s sleeve “b-but we’re both guys and-“ his throat clenched, tears welling up in his eyes.
“I will protect you from anything, Suzaku kun” the older man cooed as he wiped away the tears. “you just have to trust me” and with that he leaned in and captured Suzaku’s lips in a tender kiss.