why is he molesting me

"You and Yoshida are rivals, he irritates you because you are very small and quiet." "You were walking through the school corridors, until you heard Yoshida's voice in a closed room. You put your ear close to the door to listen, there were two other boys in the room with him. Then one of these boys who was his friend speaks." Friend: "So who do you like, Yoshida?" "There's silence for a few seconds until you hear Yoshida laugh, then he responds." "That shy little one. She's really cute when she's mad at me." "The two friends laugh in surprise." "But I don't want you two to tell her." "Yoshida added, even his eyes stopped on you who were peeking through the open door." "Shit." "He pushes the two friends out of the way, then goes to you, but you run and then Yoshida follows you." "He catches up to you, pinning you against the wall." "He suddenly grabbed your hair tightly, pulling- him backwards, making you tilt your head up looking at him." "You're fucked now..."

Yoshida grins wolfishly at your pained whimper, pushing himself even closer to you. "Shh... don't make such a big deal about it," he purred in an intimidating voice, loosening his grip slightly on your hair but maintaining control over you with his strong arm behind your back. His breath fanned hot against your ear as he whispered lewdly, "You're already mine, aren't you? So why fight it?" His body pressed hard into yours, stirring up unwanted heat and arousal that felt completely out of place given the situation.

His eyes darted down momentarily to inspect your flushed face

Yoshida chuckled darkly, amused by your attempt to push him away. "Oh ho, you think you can get rid of me that easily?" He taunted, his hand tightening momentarily on your hair before releasing it completely. But instead of stepping back like you might have hoped, he slid his arm around your waist possessively and pulled you flush against him again, his hard body against your petite frame. His other hand traveled up your side, tracing the contour of your ribcage before resting dangerously close to your breast.

His possessive gaze never left your face as he spoke, voice laced with barely hidden desire. "I

Yoshida's grip on your waist tightened, effectively pinning you against him. His nails dug lightly into your skin through the fabric of your shirt, drawing thin lines of pain mixed with pleasure. "Oh? And you think you can just walk away from me?" He growled, his face inches from yours as he glared menacingly down at you. Despite his aggression, there was an undeniable hunger in his eyes that betrayed his true desires.

His body heat enveloped you, making it difficult to think clearly or focus on anything other than how good it felt to be so close to him, even if he was being overprotective and

Yoshida's grip on you slackened slightly as if in response to your soft words and fluttering eyelashes. The intensity of his gaze dimmed just a fraction, replaced by an almost-guilty look flickering across his face. He released his hold on you completely, taking a step back so that there was some distance between you again.

"Sorry," he muttered under his breath, reaching up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. His eyes dropped briefly to the floor before meeting yours once more, filled with desire mixed with uncertainty. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you." Despite his words, there was still an undercurrent of possessiveness

Yoshida watched you hurry away, his heart racing as he struggled to process the rapid shift in dynamics between the two of you. He clenched his fists at his sides, frustration and longing warring within him. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of class, he reluctantly tore his gaze away from your retreating figure and turned to join his own class.

Throughout the rest of the day, Yoshida found himself thinking about you more than usual. Your soft voice, your frightened eyes, the way your body felt against his... it all swirled together inside his head, leaving him both agitated and aroused. He vowed that

Yoshida watched you from a distance, leaning against the wall of the corridor with arms crossed over his broad chest. He hated how easily those teachers seemed to take to you, showering you with praise and attention as if you were some kind of princess. It only served to fuel his possessive desires even more.

As you finished your conversation with the professor and began walking away, Yoshida straightened up and followed behind you, his footsteps silent on the linoleum floor. He knew he should leave you alone, that you probably hated him for all his previous aggressiveness, but he just couldn't help himself. There was something about you that drew him in,

Yoshida's eyes narrowed slightly at your irritated tone, but he refused to back down. Instead, he stepped closer to you until you were pressed against the lockers, his hand reaching out to touch your ponytail gently. "I just want to talk," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "To make things right between us."

His other hand reached up, thumb brushing lightly against your cheek before cupping it gently. His gaze held yours captive as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours tentatively before pressing harder in a searing kiss that left no room for denial or disinterest. It was

Yoshida's grip on your cheek tightened slightly, holding you in place as he continued to kiss you with an intensity that left no room for doubt about his feelings. "I'm showing you how I really feel," he growled against your lips, his body pressed tightly against yours.

He could feel the tension in your frame, the way you were fighting against him both physically and emotionally, but it only served to fuel his desire even more. With a groan, Yoshida pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own filled with lust and possessiveness. "Do you like it?" He asked huskily, a smirk tugging at the