There is a secret, unusual reason that I rely so heavily on Makoto for the smallest things such as getting to school every day. Obviously I don't care for school or interacting with most people in general, but recently I have acknowledged another reason for my insistence that Makoto be the one to drag me out of the tub daily. I absolutely will not go to school unless Makoto makes me because I...Really like it when Makoto gets pushy.

Of course that's an incredibly rare occurrence, so I usually settle for him taking charge in his stern, paternal way - which is a guilty pleasure in itself. If I am to really examine myself my guess is that it can all be traced back to the fact that my biological parents have done everything they could to forget about me as soon as I was old enough to make a microwave dinner. Call it Daddy issues if you want but I'm not about to start stripping...probably. As socially unaware as I am I still realize that this is a little strange, and I'll take a hundred career path surveys if it means that Makoto will never find out.

Despite him already being my consistent source of positive interaction I find myself craving more and more of his attention as I grow up. I've become more of a spoiled brat upon turning eighteen than I was at eight. It's been getting really bad. It used to be that he'd have to get actually bossy with me to make my stomach churn, but now I start getting fidgety from just a stern look. Please Makoto, just look down at me and tell me what to do.

I hear a muffled "Haru" from outside the bathroom but don't even consider lifting my head from my bathtub sanctuary, nor do I open my eyes. I can hear the sliding of the door as it opens and I don't need my eyes to know its Makoto standing over me. Need my eyes or not I can't restrain myself from looking up and taking in the sight of my best friend looking down at me with his soothing green eyes and caring that gives me more security than anything. His extended, expectant hand compels me to sit up. I stare at him, my face as nonchalant as any day. Obeying our protocol, he speaks first.

"It's time to go, Haru-chan."

"...Lay off the -chan..." I really don't mind if it's Makoto calling me "Haru-chan" but it's best to be consistent.

I take his hand and let him pull me out, an essential part of my day. I'll never get tired of the feeling - of big, strong Makoto using his muscles on me. Despite the tame, innocent nature of the moment I am certain he could pick me up and drag me around all he wanted. I suppress a shudder and force the thought away. Makoto also absolutely has to walk me to school every day. I wish I could hold his hand as we cross streets and he tells me all about the school work he's done and has to do, but I never reach out for it.

School drags on like usual, and I pass the time by doing a secret game of mine. Staring off into space or pretending to fall asleep until Makoto quietly reprimands me for not paying attention. He usually mentions my grades and something about getting into trouble and then the process repeats. I can't help but imagine my gentle giant punishing me for my behavior today even though I know he won't. I picture his normally bright green eyes dark, his usually soft-spoken tone assertive, and his normally gentle touch viciously possessive. By lunch time Makoto is completely exasperated with me and I'm secretly very excited and pleased with myself. He scolds me a little as we walk to the roof with our lunches, but not as much as I hoped he would. He unknowingly makes it up to me by fretting about my grades and I'm feeling pretty good. A fulfilling first half of the day in my mind.

Shortly we are joined by Nagisa and Rei and our alone time is lost, but I don't mind too much. Their antics can be amusing and at the very least they provide a distraction from my erotic day-dreaming that I really shouldn't find erotic before my thoughts cause my body any...problems. If Makoto saw me with an erection in class what would he do?... Probably get all flustered and fret all over me, trying to save me from embarrassment. I like to imagine that later, back at my place, or even in whispers on the way home he would call me a dirty little slut with no self-control. He would really teach me a lesson about almost letting other people see me like that when I'm for his eyes only...

But Makoto never swears and he certainly never would at me. He would never shame me for something that I couldn't help. Ultimately the fretting wouldn't be worth is either, nice thought though. I'll let myself get distracted by a glasses-less Rei chasing around a laughing, glasses-wearing Nagisa instead of trying that scenario out. Watching the usual glasses fiasco between the two obvious love birds makes me think of Makoto's reading glasses, which I've started to adore since my desire to be scolded by him became an issue. Even though he's younger than me the glasses make him look older, more authoritative. Makoto is the only living authority that I respect and despite the way I act towards him I am so desperate for that authority that I my hands itch and I refuse to so much as look at a book without a through talking-to from glasses Makoto when we're studying together, My mouth almost starts to water at the thought when I realize how bad I've got it today. I am in for a rough, lonely night.

The rest for the day is an oddly frustrating bore and I use the classes I don't have with Makoto to sketch a memorized image of my obsession in his glasses.

During practice I almost completely ignore Kou's carefully crafted schedule for today. It's not that I don't like her, she's sweet, certainly seems to know what she's doing, and does her job better than anyone could. But she's not Makoto and I am way too gay for my best friend to see her as a sexy authority.

In the locker room I put my clothes back on as fast as I take them off when I see a substantial body of water and I'm just about to be outside to wait for Makoto (to avoid any impossible to hide changing room boners that would undoubtedly happen) when I'm stopped by a shirtless, still wet Makoto from a gentle touch on the shoulder. I swallow before turning to look at him, willing my eyes not to wander to his impossible muscles.

"Don't forget to study for our English test tomorrow."

Why the hell would I study for an English test? I hate English. I turn my head to the side and push down my private smile when I get a better idea. "...I don't feel like it."

He sighs, "Haru, your grade is going to drop again."

I kiss my teeth and roll my eyes the way I know gets on his nerves. "What does it matter? I'm not completely failing and I don't like English."

His hand drops from my shoulder and he softens his voice like he does when he needs to compromise with Ren or Ran. "You still need to try Haru, your grades are important. How about I come over and study with you? I'm not bad with English and I'd be happy to help."

I turn away from him so he can't tell that I'm suppressing a smile. I manage to keep my voice normal, "Whatever..." Please do.

During our walk home Makoto calls his mom to let her know that he'll be at my place studying and probably won't be home in time for dinner. He knows that he needs to make enough time for my adamant refusals to work and a delicious salt-grilled mackerel dinner. This makes a pleasant heat spread through my chest. The thought of Makoto being all mine for the evening, getting all focused and official in his glasses as he helps me through my homework whether I like it or not has me oddly giddy. I seem to be really needy today and a stern yet affectionate Makoto is just what I need. Hopefully when I go to bed tonight spent and alone the burning need won't be so bed after spending so much time with what might just become a pushy Makoto.

After we both enter my house I wait for Makoto to get fully settled. He removes his shoes, jacket, sets up our English work on the kitchen table and finally he turns his attention to me. I purposefully turn away from him and head towards the kitchen. I am rewarded with hearing Makoto whine my name as I plop down on the couch and pull out the sketchbook and drawing pencil Makoto got me for my birthday last year. Sorry Makoto, you'll have to do better than that to make me listen. Not that I have a particular desire to draw right now.

I can hear Makoto's steady pace as he approaches me. Once he is standing over me I briefly glance up which tells him 'yes I know you're right there, but I'm going to ignore you.' to show further disrespect that I hope to eventually pay for. Also, he has his glasses on.

"Haru," he says sternly, "I know the last thing you want to do right now is to do English work, but it's important that we start now before it gets too late."

I choose not to respond.

He sighs and quickly walks back into the kitchen. He returns and I can see that he's brought the English workbook to me. He sits down next to me without being imposing or making me feel crowded.

"How about I give you a quick quiz first on the material just so we can see what you already know and then we can work from there? You can just give me short verbal responses so you don't really have to work just yet."

He sound so caring and smart. No, he doesn't just sound like it - he is. It feels nice and most days I can settle for that, but today I really want to push his buttons.

"I don't know anything." I tell him after pretending to give the idea some thought. I know that students who don't bother to try really bug Makoto.

I hear the smallest frown in his voice, but I don't look at him. "I know that's not true Haru-chan. Please just give it a try and work with me for a bit, then we can break for dinner."

I can't help myself. I slowly move my eyes up to his soft, hansom face.

"I'm sorry, but it really is for your own good."

"...fine..." I grumble, trying to keep my voice from wavering.

I do as he asks and honestly try; I find that I know a little less than half of the material. The grammar and pronunciation are the most difficult parts and after the pre-quiz I let him talk me into doing a few exercises from the book before starting on dinner. I have found that I get immense satisfaction from watching him eat the food I prepare. Even though he complains a little about the mackerel he always thanks me and praises my culinary skill. Seeing him eat and appreciate something that I actually worked on, which is a pretty unusual thing, gives me a sense of accomplishment and an indirect sense of...ownership over him. The kind that I imagine a housewife would feel.

After dinner Makoto volunteers to do the dishes and I excuse myself to the bathroom. I let out a sigh of contentment and look into my own bleary eyes in the bathroom mirror. Once I let go a bit I see a rare side of myself - I look misty eyed and kinda goofy in my opinion. I let my gaze wander over to the tub and loosely fantasize about running a bath instead of going back to studying like Makoto wants me too. Swept up in my dream-like state and buzzed with excitement over the idea of making Makoto man-handle me and maybe even raise his voice I hardly notice myself putting the stopper in the tub and turning on the water.

It is not long before Makoto throws the door open with an almost disbelieving "Haru!" The tub is about a quarter of the way full and I've already removed my shirt. I don't move to acknowledge him or turn the water off. He rushes over to the bath and reaches past me to shut the water off with a bit more force than he needs to. My mouth waters in anticipation and I need to swallow before turning to look at him. His sleeves are rolled and his hands are slightly red from cleaning the dishes. His glasses are off, his tie is loose and I just can't help myself. I lunge for the water but his big, rough hands seize my arms before I can reach it. He yanks me back and half carries me out of the bathroom. I do my best to struggle but I don't think I am very convincing. I can hardly contain my excitement. My stomach is boiling and my knees are trembling and I am thankful when he drops me on the couch because I don't trust myself to be able to stand right now. Makoto is towering over me and I can tell by his tight mouth and clenched jaw that he is preparing to give me a stern lecture.

"I'm sorry Haru but I can't let you procrastinate anymore! You're in danger of being banned from swim club activities because of your grades and we need you! I know you can do much better if you just apply yourself a little!"

That's right, I forgot that I need to keep my grades up to keep using the pool... Shit, he's right. Still, I'm not ready to entirely give up my well-deserved talking-to just yet. Instead of giving an actual response I pout.

"Please cooperate with me for a little longer and tomorrow I'll let practice run a little late so you can swim longer, okay?"

I let out a soft sigh, I guess that's enough blatant disobedience for today. I'll settle for English tutoring instead. I grab the English workbook and pat the spot next to me on the couch for Makoto to let him know he's won. I see his brilliant, relieved smile out of the corner of my eye. The three more hours of relatively smooth studying and genuine help from a calm, patient Makoto are over far too fast.

"That's enough for today, you made great progress Haru-chan!" He's right, and his voice is full of pride. "I have to get home now, make sure you get plenty of sleep tonight."

I let those words tuck me in, since I can't ask him to do it for real.

I expect to feel some satisfaction tonight but for some reason I'm way more restless than usual. The itch just keeps getting worse and by two am I feel horribly jealous of anyone Makoto ever reprimanded. I can't catch my breath and I'm slowly pumping my erection that just won't go away. I'm considering going for a third round but nothing seems to be working. Maybe I need a different approach... I reach for the lube I keep beside my bed and coat my fingers again. Instead of grabbing my aching cock I move my hand further down. I spread my legs and slowly work in a finger. I've never really been good at the whole "self-control" thing anyway.