[Nitrogen]

Renzo's gaze was fixated on his student, never wavering away. He couldn't. It was like he was in a trance after their encounter. He was still half worried, but so damn sated after making Connie his. The boy's femininity, his sweet, pained sounds... Goddamn. Renzo was sick, that much he was aware of, and he wasn't sure if this would be the last time he was going to be like this with Connie. He was sure he couldn't just go on with his life without touching him again or having him near.

When the boy stumbled forward, nearly falling face-first onto the ground, Renzo's muscled arms broke his fall right away, tugging him close to his chest in an ever protective manner. "I'm here," He said in a surprisingly gentle voice, yet ever so deep and intense.

He held Connie close, feeling the warmth that still radiated off his petite frame, picking him up in his arms bridal style. "I will take you to your room. If anyone asks, you were feeling unwell and I came to assist you and make sure you were fine," The Italian man spoke, as he made his way down the hallway to take Connie to his room.

He held him extra close, his hot breathing against the top of Connie's head, fanning his hair over slightly.

Eventually, Renzo opened Connie's dorm's door and walked inside with the boy still in his muscled arms. He gently put Connie's weak, tiny body onto the mattress and looked down at him. "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow in class."