part two
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.
part one
The next day at school went way better than the first. For the first time in awhile, he actually felt excited to learn about something, and had no difficulty absorbing the information. Their Sensei was just so, engaging, always smiling and never picking on anyone for asking stupid questions, like their last teacher had done. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to teach them about calculus, world history and how to correctly read old British novels.
Mirai seemed to share his thoughts, for she kept glancing at him during class, making various comments about what they were learning and about their Sensei. Most of these comments pertained to his charming smile and excellent behind, but no matter, Ryosuke just waved her off as he carefully took notes on Newton’s Method.
After school let out, Ryosuke and Mirai made their usual journey to the train stop, saying their ‘see you later’s’ before parting ways. An old woman beside him smiled, clearly impressed at how cute he and Mirai were. Although they were just best friends, the two acted very couplely, holding hands and giving each other kisses outside of school. He didn’t know why they acted like that, really, but it’s been that way since middle school, when he and Mirai first met. Plus, the hugs and kisses were comforting, as most people in school tended to avoid him.
Which wasn’t fair, of course, but he’d made his peace with that a long time ago. Getting onto the train, Ryosuke yawned and stretched his legs out, enjoying the silence as he made his way home.
When he got there, his mother was passed out on the couch, her hair tangled and obvious bags under her eyes. He also noticed the half empty bottle of whiskey on the floor, the neck of the bottle held loosely in between her fingers. Sighing, Ryosuke grabbed the bottle and set it aside, taking care of his mother first. He tucked her arm, which had been hanging off the side of the couch, under the thin blanket she had managed to pull over herself before falling asleep.
Returning back to the bottle, he walked with it to the kitchen and poured it down the sink, watching the amber colored liquid swirl down the drain. He was too used to this for his own good, coming home to his drunk mother when she didn’t have work that night, and making sure she was okay before disposing of the alcohol she had drank.
Once the whiskey was all gone, Ryosuke tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin and walked over to refrigerator, pulling it open. Damn, Ryosuke looked around at the bare shelves in dismay, it seemed that his mother had forgotten to pick up any groceries. The only thing they had in their refrigerator was a few slices of pizza, a jar of soy sauce, some milk that looked spoiled, and a variety of vegetables and fruit that were wilted and bruised.
His stomach gave a low grumble, and Ryosuke resigned himself to the fact that he’d need to get food elsewhere. Kissing his mother’s forehead before he left, Ryosuke left the house, the door squeaking behind him.
Making his way down the street, Ryosuke tried to avoid catching anyone’s eye as he walked by. His neighborhood wasn’t exactly the safest around, but it was all his mother could afford with her salary. Either way, he didn’t feel like being anyone’s punching bag tonight, so he quickened his pace, relaxing when he stepped onto the main street, shoppers bustling by him and teenagers walking home from school.
Going towards his favorite takoyaki stand, Ryosuke watched from a distance as the old man served his customers, chatting animatedly with a few of them. Already feeling guilty for what he was about to do, Ryosuke waited until there were no customers around, and the old man bent down to tie his shoe. Rushing forward, he reached over the side of the cart and grabbing a few takoyaki balls, disappearing with a flash before the owner stood back up.
He knew stealing was wrong, but what else was he supposed to do? He had no money, and his mother spent whatever portion of her paycheck that didn’t go to the house bills on booze. It was either steal, or starve, and Ryosuke didn’t want to go down that road again. He was already below weight average, but at least he looked slightly healthy, unlike the skeletal physique he adopted during middle school.
Taking a seat on a park bench far away from the takoyaki cart, Ryosuke slowly ate his dinner, savoring every bite while he could.
***
The rest of the week passed without problem, and Ryosuke was pleased to see that he aced their last biology exam. Packing up after the bell rang, Ryosuke stopped Mirai when they were outside of school grounds. “Hey, my mother has work tonight, do you want to meet up somewhere?”
Mirai frowned, letting out a huff of air as she sighed, “I can’t, my parents are dragging me to some boring doctor party.”
“They just want you to meet a nice boy, and fall in loooove and have lots of sons,” Ryosuke chuckled, stepping back to avoid Mirai’s punch. “Are your parents picking you up then?”
“They’ll be here in a few minutes. Normally I’d demand you wait with me, but…” Mirai trailed off, and Ryosuke nodded, not too keen on seeing her parents either.
“Call me after the party?” he hugged her, kissing her on the nose and making her giggle.
“Of course, and tell your mom I said hi.”
“Will do, see you later,” he said, Mirai repeating the words back to him as they parted ways. He was really hoping she’d be able to sneak out tonight and hang, but he knew how important those doctor parties were to Mr. and Mrs. Shida, which in turn made them important to Mirai, no matter how much she detested them and the idea of becoming a doctor, like her parents.
Going home first, he dropped off his back pack and changed into some street clothes, a pair of skinny jeans, converse and a slim red t-shirt. Taking off his glasses and replacing them with his contacts, Ryosuke grabbed a leather jacket before heading out the door, his house keys dangling from his front pocket.
There wasn’t much to do in the area, and so Ryosuke ventured towards Shibuya, thankful that he lived within walking distance of the busy district. Although he had no money, he still enjoyed walking around and sight-seeing, plus chatting with all of the street performs and Lolita girls.
Deciding to walk around the mall first, Ryosuke browsed through a couple of stores when he stopped, surprised at who he saw in one of them. Walking over to the older man, Ryosuke cleared his throat and said, “Hello Sensei.”
He turned around and smiled, greeting Ryosuke and clapping him on the back, “Yamada, hey, good to see you. How is your evening going?”
“Alright, just looking around, you?” he asked, taking a moment to eye the clothes he had resting over his arm.
Sensei sighed, looking suddenly annoyed, “Not as good, I must say. You see, I’m shopping for my friend, and he’s really into the latest fashions and what not. As you can tell, though,” he gestured towards his outfit, his usual pair of slacks and collared shirt, “I am not knowledgeable in such areas, and am therefore struggling to find a good present for my friend.”
“Oh,” Ryosuke bit his lip, trying not to laugh at his teacher’s predicament. He couldn’t help it though, and a tiny giggle snuck past his lips. “Sorry,” he quickly apologized, clearing his throat again.
“No worries Yamada,” he patted Ryosuke on the back, staring at him for a moment. “Hmm,” he hummed under his breath, “I am sure you have better things to be doing, but would you mind helping me pick out an outfit for my friend? You’re young, and your style is pretty similar to his.”
“Sure, no problem,” Ryosuke shrugged, not minding at all, since he actually had nothing better to do. Taking the clothes away from his teacher’s arm, he hung them on a random rack, before grabbing the man’s arm and leading him towards the more ‘fashionable’ side of the store.
“What color hair does your friend have, and how tan or pale is he?” he asked, looking up at the man. Wow, was his Sensei always so tall?
“He’s got colored hair, a middle brown I’d say, and is about your skin tone,” he answered, looking at a shirt and then holding it out for Ryosuke to see. “Is this fashionable?”
Ryosuke dragged his attention away from his Sensei’s height and towards the shirt he was referencing to. “Oh God, no, not at all,” Ryosuke shook his head, and he immediately dropped the shirt, letting it fall back onto the rack. “No, let’s see,” Ryosuke tapped a finger under his chin, looking around at all the clothes.
“There we go,” Ryosuke walked over to the checkered shirt, a deep-red in color, “These shirts are really in style right now, and the red will look good on your friend,” Sensei nodded and grabbed the appropriate size, and then Ryosuke led him to the jeans, finding a pair similar to his own. “Skinny jeans, I think, will probably always be in style, so any time you want to find something fashionable for a friend, these are always good.”
Sensei nodded, grabbing the right size and folding them over his arm, “Thank you, Yamada. I’m sure my friend will be very pleased with these.”
“You should grab a pair for yourself, Sensei,” Ryosuke didn’t know what prompted him to say that, but he was already grabbing a small size off the shelf, making sure it was intended for people with long legs, before handing it to his teacher. “You’d look good in jeans,” at this, he blushed, looking down at his feet in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“Quite alright,” the man laughed, taking the jeans from Ryosuke’s hand, “I suppose some casual dress wouldn’t kill me, after all, my friends are always teasing me for dressing like an old man.”
“How old are you, Sensei?” Ryosuke’s eyes widened. Did he really just ask his teacher such a personal question? Oh God, he probably thought he was rude as hell, “I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he waved off Ryosuke’s apology, “I’m twenty-two, a bit young to be a teacher, but I graduated high school early, so in turn, I started college a few months before I turned eighteen.”
“Wow, you must have been crazy smart in high school,” Ryosuke said, and then mentally kicked his own ass, again. What was with him tonight, he kept saying the most awkward and potentially rude things, “Not to say that you aren’t smart now, but-”
“It’s fine,” his teacher laughed, walking back towards the front of the store and up to the cash register, Ryosuke following him, “I wouldn’t say that I was crazy smart, I just found high school a bit boring, plus I wasn’t very popular or anything. Starting college early worked well for me, and I made a lot of good friends there. Say, Yamada,” he grabbed his bags, looping his arm through the holes as they exited the store together, “Have you thought about college at all?”
“No,” Ryosuke said, not surprised to see the shock on his teacher’s face, “College just isn’t for me, I think. Plus, I have no money to pay for it, the only way I’m able to attend this school is on a scholarship.”
“You must be crazy smart then, to get one of those,” he crossed his arms over his chest, the bag swinging along the way, “Surely you’d be able to get one for college.”
“I probably could, yeah,” Ryosuke shrugged, “But even if I did, I still wouldn’t go. College just isn’t in my future.”
“I’m sad to hear you say that, but it is your life,” he patted Ryosuke on the back, “Well, see you in school on Monday,” he said, already walking away.
“Later,” Ryosuke replied to his retreating back, wondering why it felt so bad to hear his teacher’s disappointed voice. No matter, he told himself, shaking his head as he entered another store.
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.
part one
The next day at school went way better than the first. For the first time in awhile, he actually felt excited to learn about something, and had no difficulty absorbing the information. Their Sensei was just so, engaging, always smiling and never picking on anyone for asking stupid questions, like their last teacher had done. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to teach them about calculus, world history and how to correctly read old British novels.
Mirai seemed to share his thoughts, for she kept glancing at him during class, making various comments about what they were learning and about their Sensei. Most of these comments pertained to his charming smile and excellent behind, but no matter, Ryosuke just waved her off as he carefully took notes on Newton’s Method.
After school let out, Ryosuke and Mirai made their usual journey to the train stop, saying their ‘see you later’s’ before parting ways. An old woman beside him smiled, clearly impressed at how cute he and Mirai were. Although they were just best friends, the two acted very couplely, holding hands and giving each other kisses outside of school. He didn’t know why they acted like that, really, but it’s been that way since middle school, when he and Mirai first met. Plus, the hugs and kisses were comforting, as most people in school tended to avoid him.
Which wasn’t fair, of course, but he’d made his peace with that a long time ago. Getting onto the train, Ryosuke yawned and stretched his legs out, enjoying the silence as he made his way home.
When he got there, his mother was passed out on the couch, her hair tangled and obvious bags under her eyes. He also noticed the half empty bottle of whiskey on the floor, the neck of the bottle held loosely in between her fingers. Sighing, Ryosuke grabbed the bottle and set it aside, taking care of his mother first. He tucked her arm, which had been hanging off the side of the couch, under the thin blanket she had managed to pull over herself before falling asleep.
Returning back to the bottle, he walked with it to the kitchen and poured it down the sink, watching the amber colored liquid swirl down the drain. He was too used to this for his own good, coming home to his drunk mother when she didn’t have work that night, and making sure she was okay before disposing of the alcohol she had drank.
Once the whiskey was all gone, Ryosuke tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin and walked over to refrigerator, pulling it open. Damn, Ryosuke looked around at the bare shelves in dismay, it seemed that his mother had forgotten to pick up any groceries. The only thing they had in their refrigerator was a few slices of pizza, a jar of soy sauce, some milk that looked spoiled, and a variety of vegetables and fruit that were wilted and bruised.
His stomach gave a low grumble, and Ryosuke resigned himself to the fact that he’d need to get food elsewhere. Kissing his mother’s forehead before he left, Ryosuke left the house, the door squeaking behind him.
Making his way down the street, Ryosuke tried to avoid catching anyone’s eye as he walked by. His neighborhood wasn’t exactly the safest around, but it was all his mother could afford with her salary. Either way, he didn’t feel like being anyone’s punching bag tonight, so he quickened his pace, relaxing when he stepped onto the main street, shoppers bustling by him and teenagers walking home from school.
Going towards his favorite takoyaki stand, Ryosuke watched from a distance as the old man served his customers, chatting animatedly with a few of them. Already feeling guilty for what he was about to do, Ryosuke waited until there were no customers around, and the old man bent down to tie his shoe. Rushing forward, he reached over the side of the cart and grabbing a few takoyaki balls, disappearing with a flash before the owner stood back up.
He knew stealing was wrong, but what else was he supposed to do? He had no money, and his mother spent whatever portion of her paycheck that didn’t go to the house bills on booze. It was either steal, or starve, and Ryosuke didn’t want to go down that road again. He was already below weight average, but at least he looked slightly healthy, unlike the skeletal physique he adopted during middle school.
Taking a seat on a park bench far away from the takoyaki cart, Ryosuke slowly ate his dinner, savoring every bite while he could.
***
The rest of the week passed without problem, and Ryosuke was pleased to see that he aced their last biology exam. Packing up after the bell rang, Ryosuke stopped Mirai when they were outside of school grounds. “Hey, my mother has work tonight, do you want to meet up somewhere?”
Mirai frowned, letting out a huff of air as she sighed, “I can’t, my parents are dragging me to some boring doctor party.”
“They just want you to meet a nice boy, and fall in loooove and have lots of sons,” Ryosuke chuckled, stepping back to avoid Mirai’s punch. “Are your parents picking you up then?”
“They’ll be here in a few minutes. Normally I’d demand you wait with me, but…” Mirai trailed off, and Ryosuke nodded, not too keen on seeing her parents either.
“Call me after the party?” he hugged her, kissing her on the nose and making her giggle.
“Of course, and tell your mom I said hi.”
“Will do, see you later,” he said, Mirai repeating the words back to him as they parted ways. He was really hoping she’d be able to sneak out tonight and hang, but he knew how important those doctor parties were to Mr. and Mrs. Shida, which in turn made them important to Mirai, no matter how much she detested them and the idea of becoming a doctor, like her parents.
Going home first, he dropped off his back pack and changed into some street clothes, a pair of skinny jeans, converse and a slim red t-shirt. Taking off his glasses and replacing them with his contacts, Ryosuke grabbed a leather jacket before heading out the door, his house keys dangling from his front pocket.
There wasn’t much to do in the area, and so Ryosuke ventured towards Shibuya, thankful that he lived within walking distance of the busy district. Although he had no money, he still enjoyed walking around and sight-seeing, plus chatting with all of the street performs and Lolita girls.
Deciding to walk around the mall first, Ryosuke browsed through a couple of stores when he stopped, surprised at who he saw in one of them. Walking over to the older man, Ryosuke cleared his throat and said, “Hello Sensei.”
He turned around and smiled, greeting Ryosuke and clapping him on the back, “Yamada, hey, good to see you. How is your evening going?”
“Alright, just looking around, you?” he asked, taking a moment to eye the clothes he had resting over his arm.
Sensei sighed, looking suddenly annoyed, “Not as good, I must say. You see, I’m shopping for my friend, and he’s really into the latest fashions and what not. As you can tell, though,” he gestured towards his outfit, his usual pair of slacks and collared shirt, “I am not knowledgeable in such areas, and am therefore struggling to find a good present for my friend.”
“Oh,” Ryosuke bit his lip, trying not to laugh at his teacher’s predicament. He couldn’t help it though, and a tiny giggle snuck past his lips. “Sorry,” he quickly apologized, clearing his throat again.
“No worries Yamada,” he patted Ryosuke on the back, staring at him for a moment. “Hmm,” he hummed under his breath, “I am sure you have better things to be doing, but would you mind helping me pick out an outfit for my friend? You’re young, and your style is pretty similar to his.”
“Sure, no problem,” Ryosuke shrugged, not minding at all, since he actually had nothing better to do. Taking the clothes away from his teacher’s arm, he hung them on a random rack, before grabbing the man’s arm and leading him towards the more ‘fashionable’ side of the store.
“What color hair does your friend have, and how tan or pale is he?” he asked, looking up at the man. Wow, was his Sensei always so tall?
“He’s got colored hair, a middle brown I’d say, and is about your skin tone,” he answered, looking at a shirt and then holding it out for Ryosuke to see. “Is this fashionable?”
Ryosuke dragged his attention away from his Sensei’s height and towards the shirt he was referencing to. “Oh God, no, not at all,” Ryosuke shook his head, and he immediately dropped the shirt, letting it fall back onto the rack. “No, let’s see,” Ryosuke tapped a finger under his chin, looking around at all the clothes.
“There we go,” Ryosuke walked over to the checkered shirt, a deep-red in color, “These shirts are really in style right now, and the red will look good on your friend,” Sensei nodded and grabbed the appropriate size, and then Ryosuke led him to the jeans, finding a pair similar to his own. “Skinny jeans, I think, will probably always be in style, so any time you want to find something fashionable for a friend, these are always good.”
Sensei nodded, grabbing the right size and folding them over his arm, “Thank you, Yamada. I’m sure my friend will be very pleased with these.”
“You should grab a pair for yourself, Sensei,” Ryosuke didn’t know what prompted him to say that, but he was already grabbing a small size off the shelf, making sure it was intended for people with long legs, before handing it to his teacher. “You’d look good in jeans,” at this, he blushed, looking down at his feet in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“Quite alright,” the man laughed, taking the jeans from Ryosuke’s hand, “I suppose some casual dress wouldn’t kill me, after all, my friends are always teasing me for dressing like an old man.”
“How old are you, Sensei?” Ryosuke’s eyes widened. Did he really just ask his teacher such a personal question? Oh God, he probably thought he was rude as hell, “I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he waved off Ryosuke’s apology, “I’m twenty-two, a bit young to be a teacher, but I graduated high school early, so in turn, I started college a few months before I turned eighteen.”
“Wow, you must have been crazy smart in high school,” Ryosuke said, and then mentally kicked his own ass, again. What was with him tonight, he kept saying the most awkward and potentially rude things, “Not to say that you aren’t smart now, but-”
“It’s fine,” his teacher laughed, walking back towards the front of the store and up to the cash register, Ryosuke following him, “I wouldn’t say that I was crazy smart, I just found high school a bit boring, plus I wasn’t very popular or anything. Starting college early worked well for me, and I made a lot of good friends there. Say, Yamada,” he grabbed his bags, looping his arm through the holes as they exited the store together, “Have you thought about college at all?”
“No,” Ryosuke said, not surprised to see the shock on his teacher’s face, “College just isn’t for me, I think. Plus, I have no money to pay for it, the only way I’m able to attend this school is on a scholarship.”
“You must be crazy smart then, to get one of those,” he crossed his arms over his chest, the bag swinging along the way, “Surely you’d be able to get one for college.”
“I probably could, yeah,” Ryosuke shrugged, “But even if I did, I still wouldn’t go. College just isn’t in my future.”
“I’m sad to hear you say that, but it is your life,” he patted Ryosuke on the back, “Well, see you in school on Monday,” he said, already walking away.
“Later,” Ryosuke replied to his retreating back, wondering why it felt so bad to hear his teacher’s disappointed voice. No matter, he told himself, shaking his head as he entered another store.