Cut for naughty things because, sometimes, the OTP wants to get naughty (or attempt to be)

Naoto Shirogane and Kanji Tatsumi have been dating since their second year at Yasogami High.  According to Rise Kujikawa, they could’ve been dating since the first year if Naoto hadn’t been so dense.

It's irrelevant.  They’re dating now and that’s all that matters.

Naoto had previous reservations about the school finding out.  Considering Kanji’s background and her entrance as a boy, she had feared that this would cause issues amongst the student body.  Students can be pretty ignorant, can say nasty things, but Naoto is prepared for any vile words that can be said about either one of them.

Unfortunately, she’s not ready for the entire school to become completely obsessed with them.

Somehow, Kanji and Naoto have become the cutest thing that’s ever existed in Inaba.  Every time Kanji walks her to class, or offers to carry a book, or they eat lunch on the roof, there’s this chorus of awwwwww somewhere in the vicinity.  Naoto had hoped that she could find solace in the senpai, but even Chie, Yukiko, and Yosuke seem to think that everything the couple does is adorable.  

“I can not take this anymore,” she would say, “Everyone keeps cooing over us.”

“Well, I mean… you two are really cute, Naoto-kun.”  Chie would say, and Yukiko would agree.

Meanwhile, Yosuke would nudge Kanji in his ribs, giving him a stupid grin.  Kanji would blush and rub the back of his head, not seeming to be nearly as frustrated as Naoto.

Even when she talks to Souji on the phone about it, she can hear the smile on his face as he says, “It can’t be that bad, Naoto.”

Argh!  But it is, it really really is!

So Naoto devises a plan to change their image.  They simply need to do something that is not cute.  Some sort of dastardly rumor needs to be spread, something illicit and something that is the complete opposite of adorable.  

“We can just screw in the bathroom,” Kanji says during lunch one day, “I’ve heard that a couple of others have done it.  Pretty sure Senpai and Yosuke did it before he left.”

“First of all, please do not refer to it as ‘screwing.’  It is simply sexual activities-”

“That sounds kinda cute, Naoto.”

Naoto frowns.

“I thought you didn’t want to be cute.”

“Does it not drive you nuts that the entire school turns into mindless drones when we are together?”

“Naw, I just like bein’ with ya,” and he smiles.

“… well… I…” she blushes, frowning, “Must you do that?!”

“Do what?  I’m only tellin’ the truth.”

“Forget it.  This is a foolish idea.”

“Knew you wouldn’t go through with it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you are much to cute to do something so scandalous." 

”… since when do you use words like that?“

"Come on, Naoto, we’ve been together for how long?  Some of that stuff leaks off of ya.”

“Whatever the case.  Your attempt at reverse psychology will not work.”

“Suit yourself,” and Kanji goes back to eating his lunch, “But it would definitely stop them from calling ya cute.”

Somehow, the two of them end up standing in front of the bathroom door – the girl’s bathroom, for they are the ones who will gossip the most.  Naoto fidgets a little, “What if someone is inside?”

“Isn’t the point for people to hear about it?”

“Well… I mean…”

“Come on,” Kanji reaches down and takes her hand, pulling her into the bathroom.  Headfirst into a situation is the best way to go, otherwise, you have time to stop, think about it, and realize how stupid it is.  

“Couldn’t we just discuss our sexual relations out in the open?”

“Right.  We’ll talk about how you sneak into my room and curl up next to me afterwards.  That’s-”

“Cute.  Right.”

The two of them stand in front of one of the stalls.  Taking a deep breath, Naoto steps inside, Kanji following behind her.  When he closes the door Naoto looks around, frowning, “It is… rather cramped.”

“It’s a bathroom stall.”

“I am aware, just…”

Suddenly they can both hear the bathroom door open, a few girls walking inside.  They stand in front of the mirrors, fixing their make-up, chatting about class and the cute boys who sitting in the back row.  

It’s now or never, Naoto thinks.  If she does not do it now she will- “E-eek!  Kanji!”

The girls stop talking, their heads turning to the closed, bathroom stall.  Kanji has reached his hand down, rubbing it in-between Naoto’s legs, watching as she blushes and quickly pushes his hand away, “W-w-what are you doing?”

“Touching you,” he says, plainly, like talking about the weather.

“But… there are-”

“Yeah?  So?”

It takes a moment for Naoto to realize that Kanji is setting up the scenario, speaking loud enough for the girls outside to hear.  She can imagine their brains working, imaginations doing triple overtime as they picture their perfect school couple in the bathroom stall.  

“D-do you think they’re going to…”

“No way!”

“Naoto would never!”

Naoto looks up at Kanji and takes a deep breath, nodding her head, “I-I suppose… I could try to be quiet…”

“Good.”

What happens next is a flurry of activities that leave Naoto’s mind numb.  Kanji is undoing her pants, letting them fall to the floor in a bunched up mess of fabric.  Kanji is leaning down and kissing her, tongue deep inside her mouth, Naoto grabbing onto his shirt in an attempt to stay standing.  Kanji’s hand is in-between her legs again, fingers sliding against her underwear.  Teasing her.  He’s teasing her!  He’s teasing her and it’s making her whimper against his lips.  

She can hear the girls outside the door whispering, “Oh god, are they…?”  "I think they…“ "S-she wouldn’t!”  "But Kanji is kind of a bad boy.“ "Not anymore, he sews and stuff.” “So what?  Once a bad boy always a bad boy.”

And soon the cute label begins to slip away, one of the girls making a soft declaration, “I-it’s kind of hot, isn’t it?”  "H-hot?  You can’t be serious!“  "I-I mean, it… it kinda is…”

“If I didn’t know any better…” Kanji whispers against Naoto’s moist lips, his hand slipping into her underwear, fingers brushing against her, “… I’d say this is turning your on.”

“I-it is not!”  She hisses, legs shaking as she feels his finger slide against her, “Just… j-just doing this to… t-to…”

“Admit it,” he brushes his lips against her ear, “You’re enjoying this.”

“O-of course I am, your finger is-ah… a-ah!”  

Suddenly the finger is inside of her, then another, both thrusting into her.  Naoto squeezes her eyes shut, holding onto Kanji’s shirt as tightly as she can.  

“Are they doing it right now?”

“I-I think…”

“… w-w-we should leave.”

“H-huh?  Oh!  R-r-right!”

They can both hear the girls heading to the door, urging a new set of girls to not enter the bathroom, “It’s… occupied.”

“What?”

“It… trust us, you don’t want to go in.”

“W-well… you do, but you shouldn’t…”

Naoto tries really hard not to scream, but Kanji has lifted her off the ground, squirming out of his pants and-… nope, she ends up screaming, all of the girls gasping and scampering out of the room.

When the two leave the bathroom and head to class they walk into a classroom of students who are busy staring at them.  There’s whispers left and right, Rise leaning over and asking what everyone else wants to ask, “Did you two really…?”

“Naughty naughty,” says a voice from the front of the classroom.  Ms. Kashiwagi is standing behind the desk, cleavage out and ready for attention as she wags her finger at Kanji and Naoto, “I will not allow that kind of talk in my class, unless of course, you want a new kind of lesson to be taught to you.”

Both Kanji and Naoto blush, Naoto stuttering out a soft, “N-no ma'am,” before she buries her face in a book.

And, unfortunately, that reaction is deemed cute by the entire class, wasting the efforts she had gone through to destroy that word.

“We can do it again,” Kanji whispers to her.

“… shut up."