part one
title: heartbreak warfare
author: hotfruits
rating: (eventual) nc-17
characters: yamada/inoo. shida mirai. (cameo) daiki, takaki and yuma.
disclaimer: nope.
summary: through the hardship Ryosuke goes through with his mother, he meets Inoo Kei, a new, fresh teacher at his high school, who provides an escape from his hard life.
big thanks to littlemelonblue for betaing this/giving me a summary/a title/splitting it up for me. and another big thanks to mi amor roughededged for being awesome. ilu guys ^^
Walking into the classroom behind Mirai, Ryosuke took his seat in the corner and sat down, sinking into the chair. He hadn’t slept much last night, and the exhaustion was creeping up on him now. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal and he’d just try and discreetly sleep in class, but today they were meeting their new teacher, and he didn’t want to get on their bad side this early on.
“I wonder if our a teacher will be hot,” Mirai leaned across his desk, smirking up at him and batting her long eyelashes, “I hear it’s a guy, and that he’s really young.”
Ryosuke rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be a charming thirty year old, with a wife and kids and everything. So hot.”
“You’re no fun when you’re sleepy,” Mirari pouted, reaching across the desk and flicking him on the nose. He yelped, smacking her hands away and she cackled, turning back around in her seat.
“Fucking she-devil,” he swore under his breath, rubbing at his nose.
“Please refrain from swearing in my class.”
Ryosuke jumped, whipping his head back as he stared at the man behind him, who was leaning casually against the door, his arms folded across his chest.
“Sorry, um, Sensei,” Ryosuke cleared his throat, looking back at his desk nervously. The teacher stood there for a moment, and Ryosuke could feel the teacher’s stare at the back of his neck, making the hairs there stand on end. When he finally walked away, Ryosuke let out a sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn’t gotten in trouble.
“Hello class, my name is Inoo Kei, but you will address me as Sensei,” the man spoke, his voice calm and his features collected as he paced behind his desk. “I am looking forward to getting to know you all, and preparing you for life after high school.”
Ryosuke snorted, taking out his notebook and pencil case from his backpack. Life after high school? Clearly, their teacher was talking about college, and Ryosuke had no interest in that. Grabbing a pencil from his case, Ryosuke began doodling in the margin of his notebook, drowning out his teacher’s voice.
The rest of class passed by in a blur, and when the bell rang for dismissal that afternoon, Ryosuke hurriedly packed his things and followed Mirai out the door, an arm around her waist as they left the school.
“Oh my God, Ryo-chan!” she exclaimed as soon as they got outside, grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a shake, “Sensei is so hot, I can’t even believe it! And he can’t be older than twenty-five, either.”
“He’s probably fresh out of college,” Ryosuke shrugged, wiggling out of Mirai’s grasp, “And I suppose he is pretty attractive, although that might be cause he looks like a woman.”
“Does not!” Mirai smacked his arm, the two of them resuming their walk, “He looks soft though…I want to touch his face,” she sighed dreamily, looking off into the distance. Ryosuke chuckled, shaking his head at his silly friend.
Mirai was impossibly boy crazy, always going on and on about the various hot guys in their class. “Does this mean you’re giving up on trying to get into Nakayama’s pants?” he couldn’t help but ask, snickering when she turned towards him with a horrified look.
“What? Oh my God, no, never! Yuma will be mine, you’ll see,” she pointed a finger at him, a determined, crazy look in her eye. “I’m just appreciating Sensei’s good looks, that’s all.”
“Uh huh, sure, you two-timing whore,” Ryosuke laughed when Mirai tackled him, her fists flying onto his chest. Her punches, however furious they were, felt more like tickles than anything else. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Nakajama you’ve got the hots for Sensei, best friend honor.”
“You’re the worst best friend ever,” Mirai sniffed, but the corners of her mouth were twitching up. Soon, she was grinning at him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek enthusiastically, “Oh hell, I can never stay mad at you. Is your Mom working tonight?”
“No, she’ll be home,” Ryosuke held out his hand, stopping Mirai from walking into the ongoing traffic, “Why, did you want to do something?”
The light turned green, and they shuffled across the street and onto the train platform, purchasing their separate tickets. Once they were situated on the bench, Mirai said, “I do, but you should be with your Mom, just in case. Call me though?”
“Of course,” he said, just as Mirai’s train pulled onto the platform. Giving her a quick kiss goodbye, Ryosuke waved as Mirai ducked between the double doors, throwing him a peace sign as the train began to speed away.
Walking around to the other side of the platform, Ryosuke didn’t have to wait long for his train to arrive. Getting on quickly, he pulled out his ear buds and stuck them in between his ears, listening to some music on the ride home, his thoughts, surprisingly, drifting towards their new Sensei.
He was definitely attractive, more so than he was willing to admit out loud. Nice, straight nose, supple lips, wavy hair framing his dark brown eyes and skin as white as snow. Ryosuke groaned, making a mental note to smack Mirai the next time he saw her. Clearly, he’d been reading too many of her romance novels. White as snow, supple lips? He wasn’t some girl.
Still, he was very attractive, and had a nice ass too.
Much more manly, Ryosuke grinned and mentally praised himself, looking out the window and pushing the thoughts of his Sensei out of his mind.
author: hotfruits
rating: (eventual) nc-17
characters: yamada/inoo. shida mirai. (cameo) daiki, takaki and yuma.
disclaimer: nope.
summary: through the hardship Ryosuke goes through with his mother, he meets Inoo Kei, a new, fresh teacher at his high school, who provides an escape from his hard life.
big thanks to littlemelonblue for betaing this/giving me a summary/a title/splitting it up for me. and another big thanks to mi amor roughededged for being awesome. ilu guys ^^
Walking into the classroom behind Mirai, Ryosuke took his seat in the corner and sat down, sinking into the chair. He hadn’t slept much last night, and the exhaustion was creeping up on him now. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal and he’d just try and discreetly sleep in class, but today they were meeting their new teacher, and he didn’t want to get on their bad side this early on.
“I wonder if our a teacher will be hot,” Mirai leaned across his desk, smirking up at him and batting her long eyelashes, “I hear it’s a guy, and that he’s really young.”
Ryosuke rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be a charming thirty year old, with a wife and kids and everything. So hot.”
“You’re no fun when you’re sleepy,” Mirari pouted, reaching across the desk and flicking him on the nose. He yelped, smacking her hands away and she cackled, turning back around in her seat.
“Fucking she-devil,” he swore under his breath, rubbing at his nose.
“Please refrain from swearing in my class.”
Ryosuke jumped, whipping his head back as he stared at the man behind him, who was leaning casually against the door, his arms folded across his chest.
“Sorry, um, Sensei,” Ryosuke cleared his throat, looking back at his desk nervously. The teacher stood there for a moment, and Ryosuke could feel the teacher’s stare at the back of his neck, making the hairs there stand on end. When he finally walked away, Ryosuke let out a sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn’t gotten in trouble.
“Hello class, my name is Inoo Kei, but you will address me as Sensei,” the man spoke, his voice calm and his features collected as he paced behind his desk. “I am looking forward to getting to know you all, and preparing you for life after high school.”
Ryosuke snorted, taking out his notebook and pencil case from his backpack. Life after high school? Clearly, their teacher was talking about college, and Ryosuke had no interest in that. Grabbing a pencil from his case, Ryosuke began doodling in the margin of his notebook, drowning out his teacher’s voice.
The rest of class passed by in a blur, and when the bell rang for dismissal that afternoon, Ryosuke hurriedly packed his things and followed Mirai out the door, an arm around her waist as they left the school.
“Oh my God, Ryo-chan!” she exclaimed as soon as they got outside, grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a shake, “Sensei is so hot, I can’t even believe it! And he can’t be older than twenty-five, either.”
“He’s probably fresh out of college,” Ryosuke shrugged, wiggling out of Mirai’s grasp, “And I suppose he is pretty attractive, although that might be cause he looks like a woman.”
“Does not!” Mirai smacked his arm, the two of them resuming their walk, “He looks soft though…I want to touch his face,” she sighed dreamily, looking off into the distance. Ryosuke chuckled, shaking his head at his silly friend.
Mirai was impossibly boy crazy, always going on and on about the various hot guys in their class. “Does this mean you’re giving up on trying to get into Nakayama’s pants?” he couldn’t help but ask, snickering when she turned towards him with a horrified look.
“What? Oh my God, no, never! Yuma will be mine, you’ll see,” she pointed a finger at him, a determined, crazy look in her eye. “I’m just appreciating Sensei’s good looks, that’s all.”
“Uh huh, sure, you two-timing whore,” Ryosuke laughed when Mirai tackled him, her fists flying onto his chest. Her punches, however furious they were, felt more like tickles than anything else. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Nakajama you’ve got the hots for Sensei, best friend honor.”
“You’re the worst best friend ever,” Mirai sniffed, but the corners of her mouth were twitching up. Soon, she was grinning at him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek enthusiastically, “Oh hell, I can never stay mad at you. Is your Mom working tonight?”
“No, she’ll be home,” Ryosuke held out his hand, stopping Mirai from walking into the ongoing traffic, “Why, did you want to do something?”
The light turned green, and they shuffled across the street and onto the train platform, purchasing their separate tickets. Once they were situated on the bench, Mirai said, “I do, but you should be with your Mom, just in case. Call me though?”
“Of course,” he said, just as Mirai’s train pulled onto the platform. Giving her a quick kiss goodbye, Ryosuke waved as Mirai ducked between the double doors, throwing him a peace sign as the train began to speed away.
Walking around to the other side of the platform, Ryosuke didn’t have to wait long for his train to arrive. Getting on quickly, he pulled out his ear buds and stuck them in between his ears, listening to some music on the ride home, his thoughts, surprisingly, drifting towards their new Sensei.
He was definitely attractive, more so than he was willing to admit out loud. Nice, straight nose, supple lips, wavy hair framing his dark brown eyes and skin as white as snow. Ryosuke groaned, making a mental note to smack Mirai the next time he saw her. Clearly, he’d been reading too many of her romance novels. White as snow, supple lips? He wasn’t some girl.
Still, he was very attractive, and had a nice ass too.
Much more manly, Ryosuke grinned and mentally praised himself, looking out the window and pushing the thoughts of his Sensei out of his mind.