Edit: i forgot to put this in the tags because its 2 in the morning and im an idiot but cw for an asthma attack. someone has an asthma attack in this story.
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This room was the most isolated room, as far as rooms on campus went.
There were old projectors and monitors piled along the counters and desks, discarded wrappers and napkins from private faculty lunches, cigarette buds and marijuana joints on the floor from delinquent student’s hangouts, and left over misprints from school clubs.
Although the room technically wasn’t supposed to be in use, it was obviously useful for somethings like smoking during school hours, fucking your favorite tutoree, sneaking in a swig of vodka- It’s more of a situational common space than anything else.
The sound of someone choking on anticipation and air was very apparent from outside the room but no one was around at this time of day. Especially not on during tutoring hours. “You’re not- We shouldn’t-”
“I don’t care.” A much ruder, cynical tone counters whatever point the more breathless voice was trying to make. The tutor pushes into the boy again and he whines, cutting himself off with one of his more common adorable squeals.