[Translated/ReiMob]Mob Goes To The Office Because His Teacher Had Called Him, But It Didn't Look Like

[Translated/ReiMob] Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?

Written by @yaoi-no-akuma

Can read the Spanish story via ao3. This translation was also posted on my ao3 account. If you’ve read both versions and feel I’ve mistranslated something please tell me so I can improve~ xD 

Summary:  Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?

This story has 14Mob, rated E for mild smut

"Teacher?" he called out once he closed the door.

It was a little late and he thought it was strange the office lights weren't on. He walked carefully, placing his hand against the wall until he reached the switch, was he perhaps in a seance?

"Teacher?" he called out again but received no answer.

He thought that he wasn't even in the office or perhaps he'd already left with a client, although the older man hadn't mentioned anything about going to a site (much less anything about a waiting client), during the phone call...he discarded the idea.

It wasn't long before he felt the switch, his fingers ran over it, and then he pressed it. The room was illuminated, he could clearly see everything in the room and there was no trace of the psychic. He gulped and continued into the office. He saw the brunette's desk chair. It was facing away from him and he thought maybe he'd fallen asleep.

He came closer with the intention of affirming his suspicions. He passed through the side of the couch and on his way he kicked something with his right foot. He jumped and stopped. He looked down and his body relaxed as he realized he'd kicked an apparently empty can if the missing spillage was any indication, what could it have been?

He heard the squeak of the couch cushions and he turned around. His heart skipped a beat. Resting on the couch was the older man with dark eyes. He turned in his place and slowly came closer to where his teacher was peacefully sleeping.

He could feel something squeeze in his chest. The sound of calm breathing reached his ears. He stopped at half a meter from the couch's border and he kept his gaze upon his face. Now that he thought about it, he'd never seen the other's face so close before.

Unconsciously, he began to lean in, shortening the distance between their faces, "Teacher?" he called out a third time, but this time without really wanting a response. His voice was hardly above a whisper as he didn't wish to wake him.

Read the rest on Ao3

Arataka is actually his first name, just a heads up. ((loved the fic by the way))

OMG LOL I can’t believe I did that, thanks for catching that anon (idk how I missed it) and I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! (///▽///)

I feel like there might be something wrong with me because I don’t see any appeal from Yurio but everyone loves him and I’m just ????

Next reimob translated story will be this one!

Summary:  Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?

Notes: Because it's Reigen's birthday dammit I suppose this is PWP? I really don't think there's plot -laughs- Strange title, only because I needed to add one

Warnings: drunk Reigen, underage Mob (I think canon age), masturbation, non-established relationship

I’ve already translated about half (maybe a tad more) so it should be up by tomorrow~

proper artists giving a critique: wow… the mediums you used and the the varying textures create such a pleasing conflict in the piece and the composition and vibrancy of the colors all really add up to make one solid painting

me givin a critique: awww fucke dude id…. shit man id eat this if you’d let me

i got spray paint on my fingers and it’s not coming off…