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[phmmoura]

Hi everyone.

I've been writing a short story, I'd like some feedback.
Before anyone complains, it's a BL story. I'm not really into the genre or anything, but this story popped into my mind after reading an article. 

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Please Call Me Teacher!!
Amane Yuuto was a good teacher with a huge secret. He was one of the best cosplayers. There was only one catch. All of his cosplays were female characters! But for years Yuuto hid his secret... that is, until a fateful Saturday when one of his students recognized him while cosplaying.

 

Table of Content

Chapter 1 and 2

 

 

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Edited by phmmoura, 11 April 2016 - 02:53 PM.

[phmmoura]

Chapter 1

Spoiler

Even if he believed there was little to no chance of someone recognizing him in this moment, Amane Yuuto was wary.  If by any chance he met someone he knew, his other life would be discovered and his life as teacher, over.

He was aware of that and still he dared to once again go leave in his art. All because of a contest where he was betting his pride and defending the title. And I won, Yuuto thought happily, clutching the prize through the bag in his hand. Even if clothes he wore left him, at the same time, protected from the cold in some places and leaving others expose, the teacher firmly believe it was worth all the risk.

All smiles, Yuuto still was careful not to hit anyone on the subway with the baggage he had. He shifted the bag in hands and almost at the same time, he saw his faint reflection on the window.

When the teacher noticed his purple hat slightly misplaced, his hand flew to fix it right away out of reflex and then, almost naturally, Yuuto ended up checking himself. Waah… I must look weird to others… weird, but cute, the thought crossed his mind and he could barely suppress him own surprise, a shy grin in the lips.

Besides the hat, Yuuto wore a long white pleated skirt with a frilly hem, purple ankle boots, a collared long-sleeved purple shirt and a light purple scarf to match. He also had red-colored contact lenses and had covered his cheeks with a just the right amount of blush, enough to make a cute contrast with the light red colored lipstick. And to top it all, he wore a white-colored wig that reached his back.

His head was a bit hot under the wig, but even with the purple overcoat, the teacher’s legs quivered from time to time due the chill of winter. Though he had taken during the contest, since it wasn’t part of the outfit, now he had black pantyhose, but it wasn’t enough to fight the cold.

I have to thank sister again, he thought with his hand on the scarf. If it wasn’t for Yuuka, Yuuto would have picked a white scarf, and then he’d make a mistake. It would’ve be tiny one, but as an artist, that was unthinkable for Yuuto. Next time I find a character to cosplay, I have to take a closer look at them, he reminded himself for the hundredth time.

Once again looking at his reflection, Yuuto couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of pride filling him. Yes, he was a man who cosplayed as female characters, and though he’d rather keep it apart from his regular world, he felt proud because he was one of the best.

The teacher went back and forth a bit when the subway stopped at the station. When the rocking stopped, Yuuto made room for others to pass and then his heart almost froze. Luckily he was already in makeup, otherwise his cheeks would lose their color.

Because on the other side of the subway, now searching for an empty seat, someone who could change his life had entered. It wasn’t just someone he knew. To make everything much worse, the person who had just entered the wagon was one of his students, Akaishi Seiji-kun.

Oh no… his eyes widened and Yuuto immediately looked away. Why, why is Akaishi-kun here? I thought he was at the hospital because of a fight. He remembered one of his colleagues mentioning this. Risking a glance at the student, Yuuto confirmed he had a kind of bandage around his hand.

Damn it! That single glance almost became a huge mistake. Akaishi-kun had looked at his direction at the same time. Did he see me!? The teacher thought desperately. Averting his eyes, Yuuto tried changing his place, going the farthest he could. But in the crowded subway, it was impossible to move around without bumping into anyone, giving trouble to others and making a scene. And so Yuuto was stuck there in his place, only a few meters away from what could change his life forever.

With cold sweat running down his neck the entire time, it turned into the longest and most dreadful ride he had in his entire life. The teacher knew at his core that he should do everything to not look at his student. But against his will and better judgment, Yuuto kept glancing at him. And for a long heartbeat, their eyes met.

At once, Yuuto turned his head, so fast he almost lost balance. The only reason the teacher was still standing was because the passenger next to him stopped Yuuto without meaning. At first, the old man was angry because someone almost fell on him suddenly. But when he saw it was a cute girl, or at least looked like one, he became all smiles when Yuuto apologized bowing in a rather nervous way. I’m sorry for deceiving you, mister, the teacher apologized again in his head

 He tried his best to become invisible, though his purple outfit didn’t help at all. With his eyes closed, the teacher could do nothing but wait.

The ride took forever and during that time, his heart was beating so loud Yuuto could swear the passengers around him could hear. The gazes he received from the men and a few women didn’t help it either.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the subway sound system announced his station. With a sigh of relief, Yuuto waited while the passengers got out. And when it was his turn to walk towards the exit, he risked one more glance at the student, and his eyes widened. Akaishi-kun wasn’t there anymore.

Where is he!? He was there a minute ago… Holding his breath, the teacher thought of something. Is this his station too…? No… it can’t be… Yes, I’m sure he just found a seat, that’s all… Dismissing the bad feeling he had, Yuuto quickly stepped out of the train… and this time, his heart froze.

Because the moment he passed by the doors, there was a shadow blocking his path. When he looked up, he realized, almost like a punch in the belly, the shadow standing before him was exactly the person the teacher spent the last half hour worrying about.

My life as a teacher… is over… Yuuto thought miserably while staring at the expressionless eyes of Akaishi-kun.

The last passengers got out and then others got in the subway, passing by teacher and student, too busy to notice two people staring at each other, never realizing a life was about to change.

For what felt like an eternity, student and teacher gazed at each other in complete silence, everything else in the world forgotten. It almost felt like they were alone, a place just for them. And the only thing Yuuto could think was, despite the empty façade, there was a sadness in him. Behind those eyes, there was a man, a person in pain.

Does he… recognizes me…? After a long time, or perhaps less than a minute, Yuuto woke from the mesmerizing situation. Only now he realized he was holding his breath. With cold sweat coming down his neck and his heart beating crazily, the teacher broke the gaze and walked around Akaishi-kun without a word. Please don’t recognize me… Yuuto screamed in his head and for a second he thought of running, but his trembling legs wouldn’t allow him. But for a brief second, the teacher truly believe he was safe.

But that brief second disappeared, and Yuuto knew his prayers weren’t answered. He had just passed by the student when he felt a strong and yet gentle grip on his shoulder. “Why are you dressed like this?” a voice whispered in his ear. It was so close he could even feel Akaishi-kun’ breath on his earlobe and it sent a queer tremor through his body.

 “What… what you…?” he tried speaking, but all the words the literature teacher knew seem lost to him. Before, the light makeup he had prevented him from looking pale, but unfortunately now it didn’t help hiding his cheeks reddening visibly. “I don’t… know what—”

“Do not lie to me,” Akaishi-kun said in a suddenly much brisker voice, but still whispering. “I know who you are.” Yuuto turned and saw that the student still had an empty façade, but he could hide the mysterious light in his eyes.

How you’d know?! You barely came to class all year! Yuuto wanted to say, to scream, but he held his tongue.

But after a minute under the student’s thorough stare, something inside him snapped. Even if he was used to the spotlight because of the contests and conventions, it was never this close. And for some reason, the mysterious light had grew. Now it was intense, too intense, and that made Yuuto blush more. What made it worse was the fact that the teacher kept thinking he had beautiful eyes.

Yuuto opened his mouth, but the student’s finger went to the teacher’s lips. It was so sudden he simply stood there in complete silence. “Come with me now,” Akaishi-kun said and then walked by him.

For a moment the teacher stood there frozen, trying to understand what had happened. With a shake of his head, Yuuto turned and saw his student leaving the station without looking back.

Should I follow…? He had no idea what to do, but if Yuuto there were any hope to keep the student quiet and save his life as a teacher, he would have to go along with Akaishi-kun. For now at least.

After he caught up, student and teacher walked side by side. Yuuto waited for him to say something, but Akaishi-kun simply looked forward and kept quiet. More than once the teacher glanced up to see what kind of expression he had, but the student was nothing more than an empty face though somehow it was different from earlier. Before he seemed to hide some pain; now all Yuuto could feel was some sort of determination emanating from him.

He’s handsome… Taller than Yuuto, lean but with some muscles, and striking eyes, the teacher caught himself thinking, and blushing the next second. What am I thinking!? He’s my student! Just because he’d look perfect in cosplay… No! Stop thinking about that! Realize the trouble you’re in! But the more he tried to avoid it, the more his mind kept imagining all the cosplays Akaishi-kun would look perfect in, and then for some reason the pictures change into the two of them cosplaying together.

Completely wrapped around in his thoughts, before Yuuto noticed it, Akaishi-kun had led him to an impressive building. “You… you… live here!?” he managed to say. Why am I so surprised? His family is rich…  Even if he didn’t care much, the teacher knew his student belonged to that Akaishi family, the owner of the Red Stone corporation, one of the biggest in the country.

Akaishi-kun looked at Yuuto and didn’t answer, the eyes suggesting it was a completely stupid question. But before the teacher got mad, after nodding his head to the doorman, the student simply gestured Yuuto to go inside. In the elevator, he pressed the last floor and kept silent the whole time.

And the lack of conversation only made Yuuto’ mind explode in anxiety. This is the worst ride ever! What’s up with this extremely awkward silence!? Why won’t he say anything!? What is he thinking!? Is this one of those blackmail settings I read in stories? Wait… it can’t be… look where he lives… Then what does he want from me? Something about school, maybe…? No… he doesn’t care about that… What’s his aim!?

No matter how much he wrapped his head around, so much to the point where Yuuto got a bit dizzy, the teacher’s mind kept going to bad ends for him. He couldn’t think of anything good that might come out of this. The only good thing he could hope for it would be if he managed to make Akaishi-kun keep the secret.

With a ding, almost like a bell announcing Yuuto’ fate had come, the elevator’ doors opened and Akaishi-kun walked out still without a word. The teacher hanged back for a heartbeat, imagining what would happen if he simply pressed the button and just went home. But even if he ran now, it would eventually come to haunt him, so Yuuto could do nothing but reluctantly follow.

When they reach the last apartment on the corridor, Akaishi-kun pulled out a single key from his pocket and opened the door. Yuuto almost dropped his jaw when he saw the interior. In a foreign style, the living room and the open kitchen made a huge single room with a large window on the other side.

The amazing view made Yuuto forget the situation he was in and threw his boots aside, running across the room to see. He could see other buildings, houses, the park, the river in the back. “Amazing,” he whispered to himself after a while.

“You think?” a soft voice came from his side. Yuuto didn’t notice, but Akaishi-kun was standing next to him, observing the view as if trying to see what his teacher saw.

Only now, after the student spoke, Yuuto realized the mistake he had made. Though Akaishi-kun didn’t seem to care one bit, the teacher went to the entrance, picked up his boots and placed them neatly on a corner facing the door, feeling ashamed for his rudeness.

Now Yuuto took a better look around the apartment. Indeed it was big, and what made that even more evident was the lack of decoration and furniture. Though the kitchen seemed to have the basic from what the teacher could see, the living room had a filled bookcase leaning on the middle of the wall oppose to the doors, a couch for three people, an armchair, a TV and a few videogames in the corner, leaving a wide empty space in the center. The walls would be naked if it weren’t for the paintings hanging here and there.

Wow… it’s so wonderful…, Yuuto thought, checking one of the paintings. They were all beautiful, but one in particular caught his attention. A naked woman sitting on the floor with her legs closed to hide her privet areas and holding her one breast in each hand, but the face was empty except for a smile and a nose. There wasn’t anything erotic on it. In fact, Yuuto felt a sadness coming from it. “Why is this unfin…”

“It’s finished,” Akaishi-kun answered curtly before Yuuto even asked. For the second time in less than five minutes, the teacher didn’t notice the student standing next to him.

He turned and faced Akaishi-kun, trying to see any emotion behind those eyes. There was something there, but Yuuto couldn’t read what it was. After a moment he opened his mouth, thinking the best way to ask about the painting.

Akaishi-kun noticed that and replied before any sound came out from the teacher’s lips. “Even if it was fake, the smile was the best thing about her…,” he said, his fingers lingering on the canvas, almost touching it. And for the first time, Yuuto saw some whisper of real emotion on his student; sadness. “There wasn’t any reason to paint the rest,” he added, and the emotion was gone when Akaishi-kun turned away from the painting and faced the teacher. “But we’re not here to talk about this.”

That’s right! For a moment, the teacher had forgotten about all the troubles he was in. And just now he realized he had entered his student apartment without giving a second thought and was overly aware of how embarrassing was his situation.

But all Akaishi-kun did was sit on the armchair and gesture his teacher to do the same on the couch.

With no other choice, the teacher took of his overcoat and obeyed, but then, under the student’s raised eyebrow, Yuuto realized he had his knees together like a girl, sitting the same way the character would sit. Damn it! I always play the part too much! He cursed himself and opened his legs at once, but given the way he was dressed and the way Akaishi-kun’ lip curled into a tiny smile, the teacher knew it only made him look weird.

Reddening, Yuuto gave up and simply brought his knees together. Akaishi-kun said nothing, only staring intently. After a long time in that situation, Yuuto had enough. “Akaishi-kun… what do you—”

“How long you’ve been cross-dressing?” Akaishi-kun cut him and asked bluntly.

Even under the situation he was in, Yuuto couldn’t help but get annoyed. Breathing slowly through his nose, he managed to let almost all the anger out of his voice. “Please, don’t make me sound like a pervert. This isn’t cross-dressing, it’s cosplaying and it’s my form of art.”

Akaishi-kun raised an eyebrow again and tilted his head. “Cosplaying?”

He… doesn’t even know about that? With a sigh, the anger almost vanished from Yuuto. “It’s a combination of the words costume play. We’re artists who bring characters from books, manga, anime, video games, movies and any other media to life for a short while and bring joy to ourselves and to the fans,” Yuuto explained with a smile on his lips. It had been a while since he talked with someone who knew nothing about this. And what was most impressive was the fact that Akaishi-kun didn’t seem to judge.

“Hm… so that outfit is a representation of a character?” the student asked, the teacher nodded and then silence followed. “Is it common for males to… cosplay as females?” he finally asked after a while.

I knew it would end in that, he thought, sighing in his mind. “It’s not common, but there are many of us and…” Yuuto hesitated for a moment. But he hasn’t made fun of me this entire time. “There’s even a term for us, crossplayers,” the teacher finally added, looking down. Some part of him was afraid to see Akaishi-kun’ reaction. He could deal with laughs; he had in those few times he was found out, but disgust in the eyes hurt him much more. Was the same as reacting a big part of him.

“Cross-dressing cosplay, huh?” Akaishi-kun deducted the meaning almost right away. His voice was so soft Yuuto couldn’t tell if there was a hint of judgment or not. “Judging by common sense and the way you said it, I believe there’s a lot of downsides of crossplaying… Aren’t you afraid of someone finding out?”

Like you did today? Yuuto wanted to say, but held his tongue. It was true. “I can’t deny. When I’m in my art, there’s always part of me which fears that I might be caught. When that happens, my heart freezes and my legs tremble…,” he said, remembering the feeling right now, his hands sweating despite the cool room. With a deep breath, Yuuto clenched his fists to calm down.

Out of nowhere, Akaishi-kun stood up and went to fridge, only to come back a moment later with a glass of water. He handed it to Yuuto, who took it wordless, before sitting down on the armchair again. The teacher drank half and rested the glass on the coaster on the table.

“Thank you,” he said.

“I’m certain you’re aware that is a rather big risk for a teacher,” he ignored Yuuto’ thanks and went on. “Why take such risks for a hobby?”

“I’m aware of my position, but it’s not just a hobby. To me, it’s my form of art, my way of expression.” So he doesn’t understand it either, Yuuto thought, a bit of frustration filling him.

“How did you start cosplaying? For how long have you been cosplaying?”

Yuuto could chose not to answer, but not only that wouldn’t help his situation; Akaishi-kun did seem to have a real interest, even if he didn’t understand the art. But there was something else; part of Yuuto wanted to talk about this which he loved more than he should. “I’ve being doing since my first year in college. It all started because of my sister. She needed help to sell her story in a convention, so she begged me to help advertising.”

“Hm…” was Akaishi-kun reaction. He scanned his teacher up and down so much Yuuto reddened. He should be used to be observed like this, but always embarrassed him, especially if it was by someone who knew him. “Do you regret helping your sister?”

“No,” Yuuto said at once. “There’s nothing to regret.”

“You say this even though she opened that door for you?”

“I’m responsible for my own decisions,” Yuuto said, his voice a bit louder than he intended. “I’m not a kid who blames others for their own actions. My sister did open the door, but I was the one who crossed it!”

“You must be aware that door isn’t well seen in our society,” Akaishi-kun said, his voice also a bit louder, though still was a normal conversation tone. Yuuto noticed it wasn’t a question. “What would you do if the school found out?”

“Is that why you brought me here? To beg you to keep quiet?” Yuuto had trouble to keep sitting on the couch and breath deep. If he didn’t calm down, his anger would get the best of him. It didn’t work. “Do you want me to cosplay for you in exchange for my secret?”

“Of course not,” Akaishi-kun said so softly it managed to calm Yuuto a bit.

The teacher looked at his student. It was true Akaishi-kun didn’t seem like someone who’d blackmail for something like this. But what really comforted Yuuto was the fire coming from Akaishi-kun’ eyes. It was much more intense than before.

“What I want to know is the reason why you keep doing despite the fact that you’re a teacher,” he said looking into Yuuto’ eyes. “Aren’t you afraid of your students finding out about this?”

He says like he’s not one of my students, he thought wearily. “It’s true that terrifies me,” he admitted, grabbing his shirt. It was one of the things he feared most. To lose the respect of his students. “Sometimes that thought paralyses me. Just imagining the eyes the students might give me…” the teacher trembled, and it wasn’t the cold. “But even like this, I can’t see me stopping.”

“Then why?”

“Why…?” even he wasn’t aware. All he knew at the moment was the fact he was tired, angry and afraid. “Even I don’t know entirely”

“Tell me,” there was a hint of desperation in Akaishi-kun’ voice and Yuuto looked up. “Tell me what drives you through that fear,” the glow in his eyes became more intense. “Tell me what makes you fight the bad voice in your head.”

“I told you. Even I’m not sure.”                         

“There must be something…” the desperation in his voice became more evident,

Something… Even if people already looked down on those whom shared the love of cosplaying, even if they ridiculed Yuuto for crossplaying, even if… the school found out, and the students made fun of him, would he stop?

Under Akaishi-kun’ intense stare, Yuuto’ mind went to all he had experienced because of cosplay, the good, the bad, the fun and the painful… and the answer came to his mind easily.

No. He would not stop cosplaying.

He looked up and something in the corner of his vision made the words come to him. “Would you tell a painter not to paint? To give up his brush?”

Akaishi-kun widened his eyes. “That’s not the same,” he said in a low whisper. The way he said it made Yuuto mad. “Don’t hide anything from me.”

“Hide?” the teacher tried to control the rage in his voice. It was hard. “You’re too immature if you think like that.”

“What is it!?” for the first time, Akaishi-kun had raised his voice, almost to the level of screaming. “Do you wish you were born a girl? Do you hate your life and need to be someone else for a few measly hours? Or do you like tricking men?” Though he kept sitting, his presence was intimidating. “Tell me!”

Teacher and student stared at each other. Yuuto felt the rage boiling inside him and did nothing to stop, breathing hard through his nose with each second. “Don’t act so mighty. You’re just a rich kid who knows nothing about me. I don’t cosplay because I want to be a girl, nor because I like tricking men. I don’t enjoy the dangerous of being found out neither. It isn’t because I want to look cute,” thought that did made him happy, there was no reason for Akaishi-kun to know. “It is simply because I love bringing characters to reality, even if it is only for a few measly hours.” Yuuto forgot about everything, became defensive and blurted out before he could keep his mouth shut. Ahh, damn it! If he’s mad, he´ll tell everyone.

Akaishi-kun became surprise by the answer, but gave no other hint of emotion. “If you feel that strongly, then why do you teach? You could choose another job, one that could allow you to do both with no worries.”

Is he making fun of me…? But even if he was, Yuuto knew he had to answer, otherwise he would fail to teach something, and that was unconceivable as well. “Teaching isn’t just a job to me. It’s my profession, one that I feel happy to wake up every morning and go to work.” Yuuto stood up and stared at his student, feeling the same emotion he felt every class he gave. He gestured to his entire cosplay. “You may laugh if you want, but this is my form of expression. Thanks to this, I met wonderful people, people with a burning passion that even inspired me. I love teaching on the same level. I love seeing the students’ eyes when they learn something new, the same way a kid beams up when he sees me as his favorite character. Teaching is my profession, cosplay, my art. I can’t, no, I won’t give up either!” he blurted out, panting a bit at the end. He’d never said so much about this to anyone, not even those close to him.

Teacher and student stared into each other’s eyes, the second stretching into minute, or perhaps hours, Yuuto wasn’t sure. But one thing he knew. If he looked away, he’d lose something important to him.

“I won’t… no, I can’t laugh.” the student broke the silent. “How could I?” The surprise was gone from his face, and now there wasn’t just a hint of emotion. “No matter how you dress, you have a soul of a man. How could I laugh at an artist, no, at a person determination if they feel this strongly?” Akaishi-kun smiled. A true one, filled with admiration and sincerity. “I honestly envy you.”

That single smile took Yuuto off guard and made all his anger disappear. It was so beautiful it made him blush and then he simply fell back on the couch wordless. Once again student and teacher stayed in silence, but this time was slightly different.

It wasn’t because they were in a battle of will. The silence only turned awkward because Yuuto had no idea what to say. Part of him always feared he might be found out, and always had prepared himself for that, but he never did mental training for someone accepting him like that. And because of his student’s reaction, the teacher couldn’t help but smile.

“Take off your shirt,” Akaishi-kun said abruptly.

It took a moment for Yuuto’ mind to process those words. “What did you say?” Certainly the teacher had heard it wrong.

“I said take off your shirt,” Akaishi-kun said it again as if his request was a normal one.

“What…?” the teacher had heard something completely unexpected from a student.

A second later Akaishi-kun stood up, looked the teacher up and down and sneered. Yuuto immediately saw why. Out of reflex, he grabbed his shirt and half turned his body. It was a natural reaction he developed to protect himself from the more exited guests in conventions or contests. Even though he realized it was a girl’s reaction, he did it anyway, but doing in front of someone who knew him was embarrassing.

“You said it was your form of art, your form of self-expression,” Akaishi-kun got close, staring right in the teacher’s eye. “Then show me. Show me how far your actions match your words,” he leaned in near Yuuto’ ear. “I want to see how far you go,” he whispered.

Yuuto neither blushed nor got embarrassed. He could simply refuse and leave the apartment. Everything might implode on his face on Monday or perhaps Akaishi-kun would keep quiet even if the teacher stormed out. But Yuuto discarded almost immediately the thought of leaving. There was no way he could leave when one of the things he loved, no, when part of him was challenged. His pride was a cosplayer was at stake, so he stood up and turned around to not face Akaishi-kun.

With slow but steady fingers and his eyes closed, the teacher undid the buttons one by one, until it was entirely unbuttoned, but then his hands froze. His pride aside, it was too awkward taking the shirt off in this situation. He stayed like that, his fingers unmoving while he gathered his courage.

A second later, Yuuto felt Akaishi-kun’ hand on both shoulders. He gasped, but instead of shaking off, he was frozen from surprise. Everything seemed still and then, unlike the rather big and surprisingly cold hands suggested, the student took the teachers shirt delicately.

Contrary to his declaration, Yuuto flinched. This is too embarrassing!! And just like a girl, he again covered his chest, all because of what was beneath the shirt.

“You go so far as to wear a bra…” it wasn’t a question and there was a hint of admiration in his voice. Akaishi-kun circled Yuuto slowly, checking every inch of the teacher skin.

He stopped behind Yuuto and suddenly his hands were touching the teacher’s breast. “What are you—”

“These aren’t pads,” again, it wasn’t a question. He fondled them, but somehow it was still a gentle touch. Oh no… blaming entirely on the cold hand’s, regardless if he enjoyed or not, against his will, Yuuto’ nipples became a bit hard. And with each second Akaishi-kun felt every inch of the breast, they became harder. He’s gonna notice! But a moment later the hands were gone.

“They’re aren’t firm like a real one,” he said afterwards, almost disappointed.

“Of course not! I’m not a woman!” Yuuto picked up his shirt and covered his chest. These breasts are from my fat teen years! But he kept his mouth shut; nothing good would come out if Akaishi-kun learned about that. “Are we done?” he asked a bit angrier than he’d like, his face red.

“Raise your arms,’ Akaishi-kun ignored Yuuto completely.

Grudgingly, the teacher raised both arms to his sides. With a now surprisingly warm finger, Akaishi-kun touched under Yuuto’ right wrist, sliding one finger slowly on the entire smooth forearm. It tickles… he thought when Akaishi-kun reached the crook of the elbow, a weird warmth spreading to the rest of his body from where he was touched.  “You shave everywhere?”

“Yes…” Yuuto answered, but Akaishi-kun still checked it, his hands touching from under the arm, down his lower back. For a moment the teacher thought he’d feel the butt too so Yuuto clenched it, but Akaishi-kun’ hand went to the hip and then belly. Then he felt the other arm, this time a bit rougher, but he never harmed the teacher.

It was one of the weirdest experience he ever had, including the first time he cosplayed. At least it’s over now… Yuuto thought a mix of relieve and embarrassment filling him. But a second later, the hand was again touching his back, and with just one slide of the finger, unhooked the white and frilly bra. “What are you doing?!” Yuuto quickly raised his hands to keep the underwear on, but Akaishi-kun never tried took the rest off.

“Indeed, with this incredible level of commitment, no one can deny it’s a form of art,” he said, completely serious, and then he took a few steps back. He stood there, admiring the cosplayer with a queer shine in his eyes. “Your actions far surpass your words.”

“Thank you,” Yuuto said, still cautions, but the compliment did made him happy. Even with everything, it was the first time he heard someone normal admitting it wasn’t just a hobby.  He had no idea what do to, so the teacher simply stayed that way, holding his shirt in one hand and the bra in the other.

Akaishi-kun turned away from the teacher without any word and walked to the bookcase. Yuuto felt a shiver of cold and he was about to put on his shirt. “Don’t.” The student turned back and said suddenly. They stood in silence for second, completely frozen, and then Akaishi-kun eyes changed. “I’d like to portray your art,” he said. Almost invisible against the wall and next to the bookcase, there was a blank canvas and a support. “I want to portrait you and your art,” under Yuuto perplex eyes, he said it again with a smile.

It took the teacher too long to connect the dots. “You’re a painter!?” Akaishi-kun looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then he pointed with the brush the wall. “You painted all these…?” he was truly impressed. He never thought the student who barely went to class and was, according to the rumors, involved in fights could create such beauty. That’s why he acted weird with that paint earlier… “There’s no reason to pain me”

“You said it yourself. You would tell a painter not to paint?” Yuuto gulped. Against his own words, there was nothing he could do. 

Akaishi-kun brought a stool from the kitchen. Too tired to talk back, Yuuto just obeyed, hoping it would soon be over. But a second later, the student’s hands were all over the teacher’s body again. “Put your leg like this and the hands here. And turn yourself half around.” Despite giving the instructions, Akaishi-kun placed everything the way he said and Yuuto was too tired to protest.

At least it’s a tasteful pose… I suppose, he thought when Akaishi-kun finally let go of him. Yuuto sat with one leg on the stool and rested the head on his hands above the knee. Except for the unhooked bra, his torso was naked and half-facing the window, the beautiful sunset behind him, while his face was turned towards Akaishi-kun.

With no other word, the student sat on the little chair he had and began painting, so concentrated the teacher wouldn’t dare to break the silence and ruin the moment. Even if it was one of the craziest afternoon in his life, Yuuto couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Akaishi-kun working.

And thus the story about a teacher and his student began.

Chapter 2

Spoiler

Amane Yuuto blinked in confusion as he tried to understand what was happening around him. Everywhere he went the students or his colleagues complimented him, and some even patted him on the back a little too hard due enthusiasm. All because of a certain someone, who barely came to school since the beginning of the school year, decided to show up.

And apparently that alone wasn’t enough to him, since Akaishi Seiji-kun not only made it clear the only reason he was back was because the teacher had told him in person to do so, he even thanked Yuuto in front of everyone. Despite the honest thanks, the teacher saw the tiny smile on the student’s lips.

“Why did you say that, Akaishi-kun?” Yuuto asked in a hushed voice when he found the said student in the old arts club’s room alone after the last class was over.

“Did I lie by any chance?” Akaishi-kun threw back a question with a puzzled expression. “You told me to come to school after our little time together,” he said, again with the sly smile. “So here I am.”

“You… you…” the teacher sighed in complete defeat, sat on one of the stools and sunk his face in both hands.

Technically speaking, the student was right. That Saturday, after Akaishi-kun fondled… painted the teacher, Yuuto, perhaps trying to retain some respect as an educator, told him to go back to school on Monday.

Though third years whose grades were good enough to graduate weren’t required to attend school after the universities’ exams, Akaishi-kun was in rather a delicate position. Thought he wasn’t the teacher in charge, since the vice principal asked the staff to talk with the student if they saw him, Yuuto said those more out of responsibility when he remembered, but never truly expected Akaishi-kun would actually show up.

And thanks to the completely unexpected sight of Akaishi-kun in his class, all those shameful memories kept popping into Yuuto’ mind the entire day. He blushed every time their eyes met, which was surprisingly a lot due to Akaishi-kun sudden appearances out of nowhere during the breaks between classes. What was worse was that the student didn’t even talk or anything. He simply watched Yuuto with an intrigued expression.

“What’s wrong?” Akaishi-kun came closer, so close Yuuto had to look up to see the student’s face. “You seem tired.”

Whose fault do you think it is? The teacher forgot he was sitting and stepped back. The only reason he wasn’t on the floor was because Akaishi-kun held him and pulled him closer, and Yuuto’ cheek reddened once again. He broke free of the student’s arms, stepped back and rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of some of the sleepiness he felt, with no result.

Yuuto spend the rest of the weekend in complete disarray. His mind was in some sort of haze, but when he got home and changed to his normal clothes, those events truly sank in. Not only someone discovered his secret, out of some sort of stupid pride, he ended up letting a man, whom on top of that was his own student, touch his body. Yuuto still remembered the sensation of Akaishi-kun’ finger on him, and what was worse, a few times he could even feel it, along with a queer tingle where he was touched.

On Sunday, Yuuto tried to take his mind off, but neither revising the lessons for the week nor finishing his latest cosplay helped one bit. He was too worried and had no concentration. All that his mind wanted to do was go over the event and the conversation after the student had finished painting again and again.

At least he promised…, Yuuto thought when he simply gave up and went to sleep.

Not only Akaishi-kun didn’t seem like the sort of person who wouldn’t gossip, he assured he wouldn’t tell anyone their secret, as the student called later. But there was something in the way he said those words, something behind the smile that made Yuuto feared what he might find on Monday morning. I don’t think he’d tell anyone, but Akaishi-kun seems so reckless he may end up exposing me accidentally.

With a restless day and a sleepless night, Yuuto came to school in the morning filled with dread.  He walked the corridors slowly, half expecting to find people giggling at him, or perhaps the teachers avoiding him, but to his surprise, nothing was different; everyone treated him like always. The boys greeted him normally, a few of the girls shared what a happened to them over the weekend—for some reason girls felt comfortable sharing with Yuuto since he was a kid—and Sawa-chan and Dan-kun, his friends and colleagues, talked with him like always.

Everything looked just like a normal day, and felt like it would be like that. With his mood rising, Yuuto went to his class smiling… until, a little bit after the first class’ bell rang and the teacher had begun the lesson, Akaishi-kun entered the classroom through the back door.

For a second their eyes met and all the memories of what happened popped in Yuuto’ mind for the first time in the day, all the embarrassment crossing his head. Akaishi-kun’ lips curled into a smile, and the teacher felt his heart and mood plummeting. What does he want? Why did he come? Is he going to break the promise? With the eyes of everyone in the class, the student only sat in his chair, as if he did it every day.

The class had fewer students than normal, but that didn’t stop them from creating a huge fuss. After a moment of surprise, they bombarded Akaishi-kun with questions after questions, but what most wanted to know was why he came back to school.

“Someone told me to come.” With that many faces staring at him, he only said those words. But apparently it wasn’t enough to them, because instead of changing the subject, they kept insisting on the identity of the mysterious person who could make him show up at school after so long.

With a hidden smile that Yuuto could see, Akaishi-kun turned slowly towards him and again, just for a second, their eyes met. Every else turned too and when they realized the teacher was the person in question, they showered the teacher with praises and when the word spread around, the other faculty members did the same.

However, contrary to the words and praises around him, Yuuto only felt his belly tightening. Why did he come? What does he want? Against his will, the same questions kept filling his mind all day. With the worry hanging above his head, Yuuto could barely do a good job. All he wanted to do was to ask Akaishi-kun what his motive was, but even now, when they were alone, it was hard to bring up.

“Of course I’m tired,” Yuuto managed answer Akaishi-kun’ question with some self-respect. But looking at that carefree eyes and smile, “I couldn’t sleep right because of you!” he lashed out. And there goes my dignity, he thought miserably a second later. No matter if it is his fault, I can’t do this to a student…

Instead of getting annoyed, Akaishi-kun tilted his head with a puzzled smile on his lips. “Did I fill your dreams?”

“No! Why would you say this?” Yuuto blushed and avoided looking in those dark deep eyes.

“Because you filled my dreams.” The student answered with no smile, his eyes with that intensity Yuuto saw that afternoon.

The glow left the teacher with no reaction and it took a while to recover. “What…?” he finally managed to say something. “Stop with those jokes.”

“I’m not joking,” Akaishi-kun came closer and looked into Yuuto’ eyes, and this time the teacher didn’t step back. “I felt something that day. You woke something inside me I thought it was gone. Don’t treat like a joke.”

Yuuto blinked many times trying to understand what Akaishi-kun was saying, his cheeks colorless. “It’s… just… err…” Even after a while, the literature teacher hadn’t find words. He took deeps breaths to organize his thoughts. “I won’t treat it like a joke. I’m tired because I was worried about what you might say.” Yuuto answered the student’s initial question.

Akaishi-kun widened his eyes for a second and then stepped back. “Did you doubt my word?” he said in a low voice, the glow vanishing so fast Yuuto gulped.

“I’m sorry,” he said it right away once he realized his disrespect. “I didn’t mean to doubt your promise. Is just that… no one in a position like yours discovered my secret before,” the teacher spoke after a moment, looking down. “I’m tired and nervous, but it doesn’t mean I should doubt you for no reason. I’m sorry,” Yuuto bowed.

For a time the student kept his silence and the teacher bowed. “If you want to apologize, come to my house after dinner,” Akaishi-kun said suddenly and turned to the door, but then walked back. “Bring your boldest cosplay. The one that even today you feel nervous to wear,” he leaned in and whispered into Yuuto’ ear.

“Wait, what?” Yuuto said a second later when he processed what his student had just said. “Why would I do that?”

“Don’t you want to apologize to me?” his voice suggested it should be obvious. “This is the best way for both of us.”

“I do want to apologize, but those are two completely different things!” the teacher’s voice was louder than he wished. “And how is that best for me?”

“Also, there’s something I want to show you,” Akaishi-kun ignored Yuuto’ protest.

“And what’s that?”

“I could show you here,” the sly smile was back in his lips. “But I’m certain you prefer some privacy. And if I do this here, I might risk breaking my promise and believe me, I’d rather keep our secret a secret,” he turned to the door.  

“Stop saying… Wait!” But Akaishi-kun was already gone before Yuuto could say anything else. Barely understanding what had just happened, the teacher simply panicked in the old art club’s room.

Should I go? Akaishi-kun wouldn’t tell anyone… At least Yuuto was certain of that, but the conversation had just confirmed the student was reckless. I have to go… the teacher realized with a sigh and sat on the stool, sinking his face on both hands again and imagining what could happen. Perhaps his cosplaying would be safe, but Akaishi-kun would certainly keep insisting.

Yuuto resigned to his fate and a few hours later, after the doorman let him in, the teacher was ringing Akaishi-kun’ doorbell with a bag under his arm. He looked around the empty corridor, his breathing short and quick. Even the small waiting left him nervous.

When Akaishi-kun opened the door and step aside to let the teacher in, Yuuto quickly entered and placed his shoes neatly at the entrance. If I have to do this, let’s be quick about it, with this in mind, he turned at Akaishi-kun, but even with his determination, it wasn’t easy.

“Third door on the right,” the student understood the teacher unspoken question and closed the door.

With his heart thumping so loud he feared Akaishi-kun might hear, Yuuto dashed to the bathroom. The teacher took his jacket and pants off, and then, with trembling fingers, he took his underwear. Even if he was alone in the bathroom, being naked inside his student apartment was too embarrassing. Wasn’t there a better way to apologize?

But at this point there was no turning back, so he took the blue clothes from his bag and placed the left leg first, and when the right leg was in as well, the teacher pulled the rest of the cosplay up. After both arms were in the right place, Yuuto wore the white sailor outfit. When it was done, his hand went under the swimsuit to his manhood, adjusting down there so it wouldn’t show up nor create a visible bulge.

Why does it look so lewd now? I know I wore it only once, but that time it didn’t look like this, Yuuto thought observing his reflection on the mirror. As a final touch, he tied the hair and placed the short brown-colored wig on his head, his entire face blushing even if the cosplay wasn’t completed. Breathing deeply and with trembling steps, he got out of the room.

Akaishi-kun was watching the view of the window when Yuuto came out. Once he heard the door closing, the student turned and saw his teacher in the boldest cosplay, as he had asked, and his eyes beamed. “Is the cosplay complete?” He looked Yuuto from head to toe finally said something.

Yuuto gulped. Does he know the character…? “No,” the teacher admitted. “There’s the legs piece, but it broke and I haven’t fixed yet.”

Akaishi-kun kept staring the teacher and Yuuto looked away. “What else is missing?” he asked in a low voice.

Yuuto gulped again. “There’s… this…” at least he had thought he could avoid wearing the entire cosplay. The school swimsuit with the top of a sailor outfit was embarrassing enough, and if he added the rest… Somehow, Akaishi-kun saw through him with just one look. The teacher’s hand went in the bag and pulled a pair of dog-ears accessory and a fluffy tail.

After he adjusted them, he avoided looking his student. It was too embarrassed to wear this cosplay outside a convention or a contest. But with not so much as a reaction, even Yuuto became nervous and he raised his head when the silence became too awkward.

“So this your boldest cosplay, huh?” he circled the teacher. “From my point of view it looks like a parade of fetishes. The school swimsuit, only the top of the sailor outfit, the animal ears and tail… But I can see the appeal,” Akaishi-kun’ hand slipped down Yuuto’ back and grabbed the fluffy, accidentally brushing against the teacher’s butt for a moment.

“It is a genuine cosplay!” he screamed and pulled his tail away from Akaishi-kun. In truth Yuuto couldn’t denied the fetish part, so much that even he only had the courage to wear it once. And now that he realized Akaishi-kun was first person to see in a long time, the teacher blushed. “Laugh if you want, but I’m proud of this cosplay!” he became defensive out of nowhere, even though, despite his words, Akaishi-kun carried no judgment in his eyes.

“I told you before, I can’t laugh,” he spoke with a smile. It wasn’t the sly one nor a smug, it was a genuinely gentle smile and it caught Yuuto off guard.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice.” The teacher bowed to apologize to his student for the second time that day. Akaishi-kun didn’t seem to hear and simply got closer, so close Yuuto could smell him. He smells nice, the thought popped in his head against his will. “What’s… the matter…?” he asked taking a few steps back.

Akaishi-kun raised his hands so fast Yuuto was reactionless and then he ran a thumb slowly around the teacher’s mouth, stopping on the bottom lip. “You’re not wearing makeup today.” It wasn’t a question. Before Yuuto could say or do anything, the student squatted, his face too close to what was between the teacher’s legs. Even through the swimsuit, Yuuto could feel the air coming from the nose on those sensitive parts and it sent a shiver down the teacher’s spine. “You hide the fact you’re a man very well. Even this close is hard to tell.”

It took half a heartbeat for Yuuto to realize what he meant, and once he did, the teacher did a half-turn, his hands covering that area. “Of course I do! What do you think it would happen with someone found out I’m a guy?”

The student once again ignored the teacher and stood up. “What if you get too excited?” he asked in a serious tone.

Again it took a moment to the teacher to realize the meaning behind the words. “Don’t make it sound like I’m a pervert! I don’t get that kind of excitement in cosplay! I told you it’s my form of art!”

Akaishi-kun had no expression for a second and then he his lips curled into a smile, but this time, Yuuto recognized right away that it was the sly one. “Then I must confirm something.”

“What?” Before Yuuto could do anything, Akaishi-kun grabbed him and turned him around.

A moment later the student’s hands were fondling Yuuto’ chest just like that afternoon, but this time it was underneath the clothes. It took less than a second for his fingers to find the nipples and then rub with them.

Yuuto tried grabbing the hands, but the student was too strong, so the teacher could do nothing.

Akaishi-kun twisted and pinched the nipples gently and then a bit rougher, until they were hardening.

Oh no! Yuuto thought a second later in complete despair. The worst was that, against his will, the lower part of the school swimsuit he wore was getting tighter and tighter.

One of Akaishi-kun’ hands left the chest and flew to the teacher’s privet area, stroking it gently over the fabric.

Please… stop… he tried saying it, but the mix of pleasure and the bit of pain from the tight clothes held his voice in the throat.

“I thought you didn’t get this kind of fun with your art,” Yuuto could hear Akaishi-kun’ voice whispering in his ear, but at the same time, the words were too far away for the teacher to understand them right away.

“It’s… your… fault…” the teacher managed to answer between gasps, his mind a haze. His member was getting bigger with each stroke, but in the position he placed to hide it, it was starting to hurt a lot.

Akaishi-kun must have noticed, because the hand was gone, only to be back a second later touching the teacher, touching it, directly under the swimsuit. “It must be painful. Let me help you.” The pain grew for a moment when Akaishi-kun grabbed it and then placed the member upwards.

“Please… sto—…!” The cold hand against his throbbing manhood was weird… but it was starting to become good, he admitted grudgingly, his mind a haze of pleasure since the other hand was still playing with the nipple. Yuuto’ entire body felt hot and sweating despite the cool room.

Still touching directly, with one gentle squeeze from Akaishi-kun, Yuuto’ seed flowed a bit, along with another moan of pleasure. What’s…! Happening… ah! Why does… it feel… so good?

Suddenly the hand was gone. Is it… over…? Yuuto thought, his shoulders dropping, his mind still hazed. But then the hand was back over the swimsuit.

Yuuto could feel his manhood hardening against the fabric and with the hand moving up and down, the pain was gone, and soon it became only pleasure.

“I’ll stop if you tell me this. Are you getting excited because someone is touching you?” he said, pinching the nipple harder. “Or is because there a man touching you?” he stroke down there faster. “Or is it because I’m the one touching you?”

Why… do you… hng… want to… know?  He thought. Even… I… don’t… know, he admitted to himself. The wet spot on the lower part of his school swimsuit was becoming bigger and bigger, and his mind blanker with each stroke.

An old memory came back to him with the student’s words. Once his sister had done something like this… When Yuuto lost all the weight, and all that was left were the man boobs, she teased and gave him one of her old bras. After making him wear it and fondled with them playfully, she said they felt like almost like a girl’s. But nothing like this happened at the time, so the teacher could rule out the first option… and he didn’t want to think about the other two.

“Tell me,” he stroked faster and pinched harder.

The teacher was in his limit. His seed was about to flow, he could feel it… Yuuto was about to feel pleasure because of another man. “I… I… don’t… know…” he managed to say between gasps. I… can’t… anymore… He was about to give into the pleasure…

And then both hands were gone.

With the hands gone so suddenly, Yuuto fell on the floor, exhausted. He had no strengthen left in his body. “Why… did… you…” he could barely speak. He sweat, his face was completely red, he had short breath and he was wet down there. What was worst was that for half a heartbeat, he felt a little frustrated. Why did you stop, the thought crossed his head.

Little by little, the blood flowed back where it should be, but before Yuuto had enough strength to stand, Akaishi-kun picked him, carrying him like a princess. “I got carried away a bit,” the student said looking the teacher in the eyes, shrugging.

That wasn’t a bit! Yuuto wished he could scream that, but his voice would come weird, he was sure of it.

Still carrying his teacher like a princess, Akaishi-kun gently place Yuuto on the couch. “As apologized, please accept this,” he went to one of the room and came back with a canvas.

“Is… that… me…?” Yuuto was speechless in a different manner. When Akaishi-kun turned the canvas and revealed the painting, the teacher almost forgot what just had happened.

It was the painting Yuuto had posed, but it was so beautiful it was hard to believe it really was him. The city’s glow in the background looked like bubbles of light and shone Yuuto’ back and the unhooked bra, half the face, the legs, and though Yuuto didn’t remember, there was a genuine gentle smile on his lips. Even if the subject was himself, he felt the painting was tasteful and sensual.

“It’s too… marvelous…” the literature teacher had forgotten words to describe what he saw.

“I capture you and your art,” he said with a true smile. “This is your beauty in all.”

Yuuto blushed and looked away. How long it had been since someone complemented me while knowing my true identity? The teacher couldn’t help but smile too. They stayed like that until he remembered. “Those words won’t undo what you just did!”

“I know, but even so I ask you to forgive my behavior,” he said bowing and Yuuto felt there was no hidden meaning in his words. “As I said, I got carried away. Please accept this painting as apologize.”

It was so sincere Yuuto’ anger left him against his will, and for the second time that day, he sighed in defeat. “I’ll accept your apologizes,” he took the canvas and admired. I never thought I could inspire something like this, he thought. His art was fulfilling to himself, but Yuuto knew some people used pictures of him for fun. Knowing a painting this amazing could born because of him made the teacher happy for his cosplay.

Wait a minute… while admiring the canvas, something clicked in the teacher’s mind. “Akaishi-kun… did you… was this that you wanted to show me?”

This time it was the student’s turn to blushed, thought it was only an almost invisible shade of pink. “Yes…” he said looking away.

“You’re really are an artist, Akaishi-kun,” Yuuto said chuckling and admiring the painting again.

Akaishi-kun’ eyes widened suddenly. “But that’s not all,” he got close and caught Yuuto’ hand in both his own. The teacher tried pulling back out of reflex, but not only the student was stronger, he held the canvas in the other hand, so he could do nothing. “Please, become mine!”

The words hang in the air for a long time, the silence stretching. Yuuto felt his entire body hot again, a sort of stir occurring between his legs. He wanted to pull the hem of the sailor outfit down, but with both hands occupied, he could not. “What?” he finally said to hide what was happening in the lower part of his body.

“Please, become my muse!” he said, the intense light in his eyes back.

“What?” Yuuto asked again. He was still blushing, but now that he found out Akaishi-kun’ true request, he felt a bit disappointed. Wait… Why am I feeling this?

“Please become my muse!” he asked again, looking into Yuuto’ eyes so close their noses were almost touching.

For a second the teacher’s eyes went down, staring at those lips and a new stir between his legs swayed him. When Yuuto realized what was happening, he looked back into Akaishi-kun’ deep eyes… It didn’t help. “Yes.” the word came out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“Thank you.” Akaishi-kun touched his lips on Yuuto’ hand for a long time. “Perhaps with you I can find the love for the brush and the colors,” once again he stared into his teacher’s eye, the light shining like never.

The teacher couldn’t avoid staring back in those eyes, and after seconds or perhaps hours, he noticed something behind them, something near invisible, but it definitely tainted the light. It was some sort of anguish underneath the determination, almost as if it was what drove him. Yuuto woke from the trance and finally broke the gaze. Despite a tiny part of him feeling the opposite, he said, “please let go of my hand.”

“Whatever my muse desires,” Akaishi-kun planted another kiss on the hand only then let it go. He stood up and went near the bookcase, where there was another canvas waiting him.

Yuuto concentrated on the moist from Akaishi-kun lips when something in his head clicked again. “Wait… did you asked me to come in cosplay to paint again?”

“Of course.” His voice suggesting as if it was obvious.

The hot sensation lingering in his body went away, and Yuuto was left only with annoyance. “Please, remember our positions and don’t trick me again!”

Akaishi-kun looked puzzled for a moment. “You’re my muse.” he said and picked the stool in the kitchen, getting ready to paint.

Yuuto gritted his teeth. “I’m your teacher!” he said. “So please call me teacher!”

[Silentnight]

I like it and I really love how you can't really take a guess on what is going to happen next or the way it was built up and written. It is well done (well in my opinion anyway). I can't for more chapters !

[Emerald39]

This is incredible! The characterisation is clear and precise, and the main plot is very engaging and beautifully written. You've got the spark, now keep it going.

[phmmoura]

I like it and I really love how you can't really take a guess on what is going to happen next or the way it was built up and written. It is well done (well in my opinion anyway). I can't for more chapters !

 

Thanks! And you won't have to wait long. I already have chapter 3 and 4 done. I'll adjust to the forum and then post it. Hopefully today.

 

 

This is incredible! The characterisation is clear and precise, and the main plot is very engaging and beautifully written. You've got the spark, now keep it going.

 

Thanks! As I said, I'm not into the genre, but it's been really fun writing about those two. And don't worry about the spark. I think the end is heartwarming and I really want to show how they get there 

 

And one thing. The teacher is loosely based on a real person.  About a month ago, crome moe, a Chinese male teacher, who does beautiful females cosplays was discovered by his student. 

Edited by phmmoura, 14 April 2016 - 02:06 AM.

[phmmoura]

Chapter 3

Spoiler

Amane Yuuto barely realized when he got home, his mind still trying to understand what had happened in the last few hours. Before the teacher noticed, he had the keys in hands and unlocked the door of his apartment.

 

“I’m home,” said the teacher more out of habit. He had trouble taking out his shoes, so he sat down and focused on the laces.

 

“Yuuto?” A voice came from the living room and by the time he stood up, Amane Yuuka showed up. She wore a green jacket, black heavy pants and had her brown hair tied in a bun on each side. “I thought you were coming back earlier.”

 

“Sister! Err… my… err… appointment… took longer than I thought.” Yuuto avoided looking directly at her, but when he turned his head back, she was still watching him with curious eyes. Then the teacher noticed the backpack behind her and the coat under her arm… “Are you going somewhere at this hour?”

 

“Ah, this? Yeah… My tablet broke, but my friend said I could use hers.” She checked Yuuto from head to toe, her eyes narrowing. “Are you okay? You look red,” she said, stepping closer and clasping her brother’s cheek with a hand.

 

“I’m okay,” he replied quickly, dismissing the hand and passing by her. “Shouldn’t you be going, sister? Your deadline is in a week. Are you gonna be okay? Can you finish in time?”

 

“To be honest, I’m a little worried,” she said rubbing both eyes. “I can borrow the tablet, but I know my friend will need it soon…”

“Do you want me to take yours to repair tomorrow morning?”

 

“Really?” his sister’s face beamed with a smile. “Thanks, Yuuto! You’re the best little brother ever!” She jumped on him, hugging and kissing him on the cheek. “This really saves me.”

 

“It’s no problem,” Yuuto chuckled. His sister went overboard when she was happy, but he was already used to and didn’t mind. “Just promise you’ll sleep and eat. Properly, not just naps and junk food!”

 

“Yes, yes grandma.” His sister was still smiling when she let him go and went to the entrance, putting on her shoes. She stood up, opened the door, but then turned back to him. “Are you sure everything is okay?”

 

Before he could stop it, Yuuto’s hand went to his cheek. It was true; he could feel his face a bit hot. For a second the thought of telling her everything crossed his mind, but he dismissed the idea almost immediately. Yuuto himself was still trying to understand what had happened in his student’s apartment. While his sister surely would try helping him, he didn’t want to burden her when she was so busy with work. “I’m okay, really,” the teacher said at last.

 

“Okay, then… If you say you’re alright, then I’m off.” Despite her words, Yuuto could tell right away she didn’t believe him, but she wouldn’t ask any more out of respect for his privacy. Thank you, sister, the teacher thought a second later when he was alone in the two-bedroom apartment.

 

Yuuto stood there for a moment and then, with a big and loud sigh, went to the bathroom to check his face. He didn’t just feel red; he really was, almost as if he had some makeup on. But his cosplay makeup never looked as if he had ran long distances, and washing his face didn’t help at all this time.

 

Giving up, the teacher opened his bag and took the cosplay out. It looks even worst now, he thought, his cheeks somehow getting redder with the memory. The school swimsuit seemed almost like always, except for the very visible stain, even against the dark blue fabric. And without touching, Yuuto could tell it was still wet.

 

I can’t believe a man, and what’s worst, a student of mine, almost pleasured me… Yuuto felt the shame overflowing him and the blood rushing down somewhere it shouldn’t with the memory. Even against his will, the scenes flooded his mind. He could even feel Akaishi-kun touching him once again, one cold hand pinching the nipple and the other caressing the teacher down there, the hand going up and down until almost…

 

With more strength than necessary, Yuuto threw the swimsuit in the washer and tuned the machine on, but that wasn’t enough to settle down what was still growing. With his mind a haze again, and his breathing slow, the teacher took his clothes off and took the coldest shower he could, all while trying to block the memories. Somehow that wasn’t enough; Yuuto still felt his body burning.

 

Though he put on his pajamas, it was barely past 9 o’clock. I doubt I can sleep now… Normally he’d either work on job stuff or his cosplay, but neither one sound like a good idea to him. There wasn’t anything related to school since today was the first day after the winter break. And every time his eyes rested at the sewing machine on the desk, or his older cosplay in the closet, the picture of Akaishi-kun popped into his mind, along with a queer feeling and a blood rush Yuuto was trying very hard not thinking about it.

 

With no other idea, the teacher turned to the TV, but even after flipping through the channels, hr found nothing decent enough to keep his mind occupied. Why the anime only air later? Yuuto thought angrily. Then he notice the Blu-ray player’s light was blinking. Did my sister forget to turn it off?

 

Yuuto changed the input on the TV and realized he was right. His sister had forgotten to turn the player off, the message asking if he’d like to continue from where she left off popping on the screen. He knew his sister liked to work with some noise on and with Yuuto out of the apartment, she could use the big TV. I bet she was watching something and then her tablet broke so she forgot it was even on, he guessed what probably happened.

 

Glad he had found something to keep his mind busy for a couple hours, Yuuto pressed the button. 

 

It took him only a few seconds to turn the TV off, but that wasn’t fast enough. His entire face was already burning, his breathing short and irregular. No matter for how little he saw, the image had carved itself in his eyes, the moans still ringing in his ears. Two…two… two guys!… Naked… and…they were… having…! Even in his mind, he couldn’t bring himself to finish the thought.

 

Damn it sister! Why did you have to watch that kind of anime here? He remembered asking her that very question when he caught her watching something like this in the middle of the night. His sister had headphones on and focused on the TV, but somehow she notice Yuuto, too shocked and blushing with what was happening on the screen to say anything, standing behind her.

 

She hit pause and after many words fragments, Yuuto finally managed to mumble, if barely, a sentence asking what she was doing. She looked between the screen and her brother, “studying,” she answered shameless and then hit play.

 

Even without sound, the video alone made Yuuto blush like he never had. He would have dashed to his room if he wasn’t frozen by shock. He ended up watching a great chunk of the scene and only after the characters started the act, the teacher finally recovered his senses. Thankfully, somehow, his mind did its best to erase the memory, even with his sister asking him to cosplay one of those characters a few weeks later.

 

Now all that work was for naught with a few seconds of this new anime. With his face burning from ear to ear, he raced to the bedroom and threw himself on his bed, praying to fall sleep as quickly as possible. 

 

But sleep didn’t come to him, no matter how many positions he tried. After tossing around for what could be one hour or all night long, Yuuto threw the covers aside and checked the hour on his phone. One in the morning?

 

With sleeping eluding him, and his body still hot despite cold room, the teacher pressed his temples and gave up sleeping. He looked around his bedroom, trying to find something, anything to pass the time and fill his head. His eyes rested on his laptop on the desk. It’s better than stay here all night long feeling like this, he said to himself, standing up. 

 

With his body hot, he had to at least blow off some steam, and with any luck get some sleep. Three sleepless nights in a row would certainly affect his health, and probably his profession.

 

Yuuto was so tired even waiting for the laptop to start was annoying, and when the screen flashed the work area, he was already clicking on the browser. Part of his hurry was also to hide the background photo, a picture of himself with his sisters and her friends during the first time the teacher cosplayed.

 

Damn it! He closed the browser and opened again, this time in incognito mode. Even if it was his own laptop, his sister used it sometimes when her friends came to help with her manga. It would be too embarrassing if they knew what he was using to relax himself. Again.

 

In the little time between closing and opening the browser, Yuuto saw his photo in cosplay, and Akaishi-kun once again popped into his mind, the queer hot feeling growing slightly. To get everything off his head, the teacher quickly opened the usual sites he used to get himself relaxed. Certainly looking at the girls he liked the most would help him.

 

But almost an hour later, neither Miu-chan, Renka-chan, Kurumu-chan, Moka-chan, nor any other girls could make him rise, not even a bit. With his eyelids heavy, his vision blurring, sleep still eluding and the queer feeling spreading, his mind became blank and Yuuto gave up any common sense he had left. The teacher lied down on the bed and then slipped a hand inside his shirt and the other inside his pants…

 

Almost half an hour later, he was finally sleeping.

 

For the second morning in a row, Yuuto arrived at school exhausted. After leaving Yuuka’s tablet to fix it, he quickly ran to the teacher’s lounge, careful enough to avoid running into anyone. He didn’t know what was worse, facing Akaishi-kun here or just wait around until the student requested the teacher to pose again.

 

The thought of cosplaying again only for his student sent Yuuto’s mind into chaos of mixed feelings. On one hand, he had to admit, though grudgingly, it was wonderful to have someone acknowledging his misunderstood and unappreciated art. That first painting Akaishi-kun had shown was simply beyond marvelous.

 

Now, after he was somewhat calmer, Yuuto regretted leaving the piece of art. But no matter how much he wanted to set his eyes upon it again and again, he couldn’t risk his sister finding out. If she did find out, Yuuka would certainly pry everything from him. The thought of her knowing a man almost pleasured her little brother would make her imagination go wild and she didn’t need any help on that department.

 

On the other hand, the idea of what happened and almost happened yesterday occurring again made him scared of himself. 

 

Not only made Yuuto blushed every time he thought about it, what happened was… even against his common sense, he had to admit it felt good. Too good… For a second I was about to let myself… What scared him the most was the fact that some part of him, the one who almost let it go, wished Akaishi-kun hadn’t stop. Even now that wicked side that had awaken was regretting the rules Yuuto himself had set up.

 

After the incident, after seeing the painting and be asked to pose for another, after Yuuto’s mind was back to normal and his blood had returned to its right place, the teacher realized that he had agreed to be a muse. At once he wanted to take his word back, but not only the wicked part held his tongue, the rest of him feared the outcomes. Who knows what the student could do if Yuuto went back on his word?

 

Akaishi-kun would never tell, but perhaps he would sneak one of the paintings and hang it in the school. Yuuto could very well imagine this. It would fit his personality or at least, the one the teacher believed the student had.

 

Given Yuuto’ excellent performance, not to mention his relationship with the students and colleagues, the chance of him losing his job were rather small. But at the very least, he’d lose the student’s respect. He could imagine their eyes, and that hurt him deeply. Being a teacher was his dream; losing either that or his art was unthinkable.

 

The most likely option was Akaishi-kun hanging around the teacher, trying to convince Yuuto to be his muse, and that would leave the teacher tiptoeing around the student. Not to mention there was also the risk of exposure.

 

Another possibility also popped into Yuuto’s mind at that moment. If he took his word back, Akaishi-kun’ backlash could be a continuation of earlier, and maybe the student wouldn’t stop that time. Perhaps he’d crossed the line and teacher and student would enter a forbidden land.

 

And what’s wrong with it? The wicked voice that whispered in mind every time he thought about Akaishi-kun was back. Yuuto tried to shut it out, but it still came back. You know you liked it… a lot… you even did that yesterday, and that was all you…

 

I’m not a character of my sister’s manga! He screamed in his mind with his normal voice.

 

You’ll regret those stupid rules… the wicked voice ringed in Yuuto’ ears and the teacher relive that night against his will.

 

“I said I’ll be your… muse,” even saying the word made him flush. “But I have rules!”

 

“Whatever my beautiful muse desires,” Akaishi-kun said bowing his head and making Yuuto blush some more. 

 

The teacher had lost count of how many times his cheeks burned hot that night alone. “First, stop with the… muse thing. It’s weird and… embarrassing…” and confusing! Akaishi-kun looked at the teacher as if he could read Yuuto’s mind and smiled. Yuuto couldn’t tell if it was the gentle or the sly one. 

 

“But I can’t deny the truth. Your beauty and your art inspired me to create this,” he indicated the painting on the couch. “Setting my eyes upon you inspires me even now. How can I say this? You excite me in more ways than you’d believe.” 

 

Why did you have to choose that word specifically? The teacher thought, but before he could say anything, Akaishi-kun brought his hand close to Yuuto’ face. It was so close the teacher could feel the warm emanating from it.

 

The student’s eyes had the intense glow back and he stared Yuuto while moving his hand, always so close but never touching, down Yuuto’s cheek, chin, neck, chest, belly, between the legs… all the way to the toes. 

 

The teacher didn’t blush this time. Yuuto was simply speechless at such passion in those eyes. How long has been since I felt this way?

 

“You can’t deny. Already you’re a muse…” He clasped Yuuto’ hand between his own, closed his eyes and breathed slowly, as if drawing inspiration from the teacher. “My muse,” he said, opening his eyes again.

 

Teacher and student remained in silent for a long time, gazing into each other’s eyes. 

 

Yuuto had no idea how long they stayed like that, but only when he realized he had stopped breathing, the teacher broke the silence. “Fine.” Yuuto looked away, pulling his hand back. “Call me your… your muse if you like…” The word is still embarrassing.

 

Akaishi-kun flashed a smile again. “Then what are my muse’s other rules?”

 

“Rules?” Yuuto tilted his head. Ah! Even the teacher himself had forgotten. He shook his head to dismiss the weird air and then went through his memories looking for the bad experiences he had while in his art. Yuuto winced, quivered for a second and then opened his eyes. “My cosplay is about bringing characters to life. I don’t do generic cosplay.” Akaishi-kun had a puzzled look on his face. He doesn’t understand… Yuuto thought sighing. “It means I don’t cosplay as cat girl, maid girl, or devil girl. Only characters from manga, anime and videogames.”

 

“Hum…” Akaishi-kun nodded his head slowly, but he still smiled. “Any other desires?”

 

Yuuto gulped. “And I… I won’t do any lewd cosplay either.” Akaishi-kun’ smile grew a bit and the teacher noticed that. 

 

“I wouldn’t want my muse to feel like that,” he said, looking Yuuto in the eyes again. “Your art isn’t about fulfilling pleasures, but about bringing joy. How could I ask you to do lewd things with me?”

 

This time the teacher’s cheeks went red at once. Why the poor choice of words again? At least that was a cue to the last rule. “And, on that matter… I… I…” Out of nowhere, Yuuto felt a stir between his legs, but he couldn’t cover with his hand or shift his legs to hide it, otherwise Akaishi-kun might notice. “You can’t… do that kind… of stuff… to me… again…” the teacher trailed off. It was too embarrassing to say aloud.

 

“What are you talking about, my muse?” Akaishi-kun tilted his head, an innocent aura on his face. Yuuto could tell he was faking it.

 

Perhaps he doesn’t think what he did was a problem, the teacher considered for a moment… and then he was pissed off. “You can’t… you can’t… you can’t touch me like that!” Yuuto finally managed to blurt out, his face burning hot.

 

Akaishi-kun’ smile turned sly. “I promise while we’re still teacher and student, I’ll won’t do anything that might displeases you,” he kiss Yuuto’s hand. The teacher wanted to say something back, but the wicked part of him held the tongue again, and Yuuto simply sighed in defeat. “Now let’s continue. Please, get in position.”

 

“What?” Yuuto was panicking again. He let go off the painting and hugged himself, as if that would protect him. He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but no sound came out. “You promised…” the teacher finally squeaked, almost crying. 

 

Akaishi-kun chuckled and brought his face inches away from Yuuto’s. The teacher could feel the student’s breath; it sent a shiver through his body, all the way down there. Their lips were so close Yuuto only had to move a bit to lock them together… What am I thinking?

 

“I promised that won’t displease my muse, so I won’t do the things you’re imagining. It seems you have forgotten I want to portray you once again this night.” Yuuto was blank for a moment and then sighed in relief. Part of him had a different feeling, but before the teacher could try sorting those mixed feelings, Akaishi-kun leaning into Yuuto’s ear. “But this one I’ll keep only to myself,” he whispered, the teacher blushed and a few moments later, the student was painting.

 

“What’s the matter, Yuuto?” He recognized the voice, but before Yuuto could look, a hand slapped him on the shoulder a couple of times. It was supposed to be a friendly thing, but given the difference in strength between then, the teacher almost hit the desk. Only one person would be this blunt; Dan-kun. Yuuto raised his head rubbing his shoulder and then confirmed that standing next to him was his friend. The blond, tall, and completely covered in winter clothing, man. “Wow, you look awful, Yuuto.”

 

“When you hit me like that, of course I’d look awful,” Yuuto laughed it off, but Dan-kun stared back, a stern expression on his face. Even if Dan-kun was only a few years older, tt was hard to lie under those eyes, and Yuuto saw himself speaking. “I… I… I got into a bit of situation…” he tried to be as vague as he could. 

 

Yuuto knew for sure Dan-kun would understand. Even if the foreigner was a bit too loud, the teacher was certain his friend would try helping somehow. Dan-kun already knew about Yuuto’s art, and despite his appearances, he never once made fun of him for crossplaying. The foreigner truly was a great friend. But even all the trust he had, Yuuto felt he should keep it to himself.

 

Dan-kun studied him for a moment and Yuuto understood right away. Under those hazel eyes, he could hide nothing. After a while, Dan-kun had a smug on his face and rubbed the recently shaved beard. “Seiji found out about your art and now he’s… well, I know he’s not blackmailing you. You’d look worse if it was that,” he narrowed his eyes, his face full of concentration. “Since he’s a painter… he asked you to be his inspiration or something like that…” It wasn’t a question.

 

Yuuto sighed. “You got everything right.” He was too tired to deny and it would be useless anyway. One thing did bother the teacher though. “How did you know he was a painter?”

 

“Elementary, my dear friend. His grandfather talked a lot about that. A lot.” Dan-kun chuckled at his own words, but moments after, the laugh died and he looked down, slid a hand through his hair a couple times and then sighed deeply. “I don’t think I can help you, but I can tell you this. Right now, Seiji’s in a bad place and he needs someone to help him through this difficult times.” The foreigner stared Yuuto with those eyes that radiate strength and the teacher could only nod speechless. “But remember this; no matter how… tangled the circumstances gets, you’re the adult. And his teacher,” he said and walked to the door. “If anything happens, throw my name around. Seiji’s kinda afraid of me,” he sneered. “Remember I’m here for you.” Then Yuuto was alone in the teacher’s lounge.

 

I know, the teacher thought. I appreciate your help, Dan-kun. His friend’s words ringed in his head for a long time and then Yuuto finally made his mind. It’s as you said. I’m the teacher and I’ll do my best to help Akaishi-kun. Let’s just hope I can sort my feelings and handle him before anything happens…

 

Chapter 4 Part 1

Spoiler

How did I get here? The thought crossed Yuuto’s mind while he gazed into Akaishi-kun’ eyes. 

 

If he could, the teacher would have already dashed out of there. To the bathroom or anywhere else, but in the situation he was in, held by Akaishi-kun by the hand and hip, and dancing around under people’s stare, running away wasn’t an option.

 

The student, on the other hand, had a smile on his lips while leading the dance. Akaishi-kun seemed so happy it made the teacher’s cheeks redden. At least he’s having fun after that, the teacher sighed in his mind and a smile popped on his lips before he realized.

 

 “What’s the matter? You seem red.” Akaishi-kun slipped a hand from Yuuto’s hip to his lower back, pulling the teacher closer. “And I can tell it’s not the makeup,” he whispered in Yuuto’s ear. 

 

The teacher gasped and stepped away out of reflex, but in the middle of the dance, he tripped on the heels. The student caught him and brought Yuuto even closer, their faces mere inches away from each other, their noses almost touching. “Don’t worry. I told you I’d hold you.” He closed his hand around Yuuto’s with more strength, and somehow it was still gentle.

 

The teacher didn’t know if it was because of the dancing around, or the growing whispers he believed he could hear, but Yuuto definitely felt his face flushing. How did I get here? The thought crossed his mind once again.

 

That Saturday morning started better than most. He had work, so Yuuto woke up, ate breakfast and went to school, but since it was half-day, he was back home by lunch. And thanks to the fact that Akaishi-kun had already solved his absent situation with the vice-principal, the teacher didn’t had to see the student on school grounds anymore. Despite growing accustomed, and perhaps somewhat fond of their rather different situation, Yuuto didn’t like dealing with the mixed feelings he felt every time he laid eyes on Akaishi-kun.

Things went so well that morning the teacher believed nothing could ruin his mood. Since he had no school related work to do, he decided to work on his newest cosplay. With a bit of luck, he could finish it before midnight. 

 

I’m sure Akaishi-kun will love to paint this one tomorrow, Yuuto thought, the smile popping on his lips before he realized it. What pose should I do? He caught himself thinking that and humming. With that in mind, the teacher sat on his chair and turned on the sewing machine, his hands already moving the fabric. 

 

Ever since Yuuto became a muse, he posed for Akaishi-kun in almost every Sunday. At first, the student didn’t like the arrangement. He told, in his rather demanding way, that he wanted to spend more time together. Those where his exact words. The teacher had to remind Akaishi-kun that he had responsibilities and one afternoon was the most he could spare.

 

The reason was half-true, one that Yuuto had come up after a long time thinking. Since Akaishi-kun seemed to be able to read the teacher so well, he had to consider his words carefully. While it was true he did have responsibilities, he could spare more days if he wanted. But right now it was already hard enough to disappear every Sunday with a cosplay without raising his sister’s suspicion. If he posed for more days, Yuuka would certainly notice, and the last thing Yuuto wanted was to lie to her. Not that he could. She too could read him easily.

 

I can do this! Yuuto thought a few hours later, whipping the sweat off his brow with the back of the hand. If I keep this up, I can finish by midnight! Completely concentrated, the teacher sewed faster and better, the image of Akaishi-kun’ surprised face fueling him. Nothing can stop me! 

 

Or so he thought, but around six o’clock, his cellphone beeped and the screen blinked with an email.

 

With annoyance flashing across his face, he picked up the phone. When he saw whom the email was from, the anger was gone almost at once. To his surprise, it was from Akaishi-kun. How did he know my email address? Did I give it to him? The teacher brushed off the thought with a shake of his head. 

 

With a smile on his lips, he unlocked the phone, read the email… and then almost dropped the phone. What…? Yuuto blinked a couple times and then, thinking he might had misread it due tiredness, even if the email had only three lines, he read it again.

 

He got it right the first time though. The content was so simple and commanding Yuuto could even hear Akaishi-kun’ voice while reading it for the third time. Come to my apartment. In one hour. But what made the teacher almost drop the phone was the last, and weirdest, line. No cosplay.

 

Huh…? He wants me to go, but not in cosplay? Why? Even now, after reading it for the fourth time, it was hard to believe. Did something happen? Is there something wrong? Sometimes he might be a little unreasonable, but this’s different… Yuuto had noticed, a little too late to stop, that not only he had grew accustomed to their situation, the teacher also caught himself thinking a few times that Akaishi-kun’ way was somewhat cute.

 

At first, the teacher thought Akaishi-kun was just some spoiled rich kid. But after a few muse sessions, Yuuto learned a bit of what was behind that sly smile, intense eyes and usual teasing. While it was true his way of bossing Yuuto around was because of his upbringing, since people around him used to do what he said whether he asked nicely or not, Akaishi-kun also had his considerate moments with the teacher.

 

One afternoon, when Yuuto started shivering a little from the cold, the student raised the temperature. On another Sunday, when he coughed a few times, Akaishi-kun rested the brush, went to the kitchen and brought a glass of water for the teacher. And on another occasion, Yuuto had a slight fever, so Akaishi-kun gave some medicine and made him rest, saying he could paint once the teacher felt better. Even though the student ended up painting Yuuto while he rested, Akaishi-kun did all this before Yuuto could say a word.

 

There has to be something wrong, the teacher thought while moving his fingers. In less than twenty seconds, he had written a reply. Did something happen? Why no cosplay?  Yuuto hit send and then left the phone on the desk, resuming the work on his cosplay. But after he caught himself looking at the cellphone for the third time in less than one minute, he gave up sewing. 

 

Yuuto placed both feet on the chair and watched the device, tapping his fingers on his knees. After what felt like hours, the phone ringed again, and the teacher’s hand flew to get it. When he read the email, he narrowed his eyes. It was even shorter than the first. Bring your white wig.

 

Why is he way bossier today? That’s not cute at all! Typing as fast as he could, Yuuto wrote back and hit send. This time the phone ringed almost instantly with Akaishi-kun’ newest reply. When the teacher saw why it was so fast, he closed his eyes and breathed slowly through the nose, trying to calm down. It didn’t work. Somehow, the email was even shorter. Come.

 

With anger bubbling, Yuuto wrote back. If I’m not gonna pose, I don’t see why I should go. Tell me what’s going on, otherwise I won’t go.

 

The reply was just as fast this time, but at least it was longer, though the content almost made Yuuto fall from his chair. If you’re not here in one hour, I’ll go there pick you up.

 

It’s a bluff… right? He doesn’t know where I live, does he…? Yuuto tried remembering their muse sessions, as the student insisted calling. It was hard to remember all of them, but the teacher didn’t believe any of their conversations ended up on that subject. Then how did he know my email?

 

Yuuto could very well imagine Akaishi-kun coming to the apartment just to get the teacher. And given his way, he’d come in a flashy way, like in a car, or a limousine, or something. Then Yuuto imagined his sister meeting Akaishi-kun… a shiver went down his spine.

With his fingers moving slowly, the teacher wrote the final reply. I’ll go. He hit send with a feeling of complete defeat. The reply also came quickly. I’ll be waiting for you. Yuuto threw the phone on the bed.

 

Damn it… once again he’s just manipulating me, Yuuto though while he looked through his cosplay material for his wig. Which one is it? The teacher held three wigs that match Akaishi-kun’ description. After a moment thinking, he chose the longest, the one that reached past his shoulders, and stored the others neatly among all his wigs.

 

Before Yuuto realized it, his anger and the feeling of defeat were gone, replaced by the memory brought by that wig. It’s the same one I was using when Akaishi-kun found out about my art, he thought, a gentle smile on his lips. Does he remember?

 

Another ring from his phone woke Yuuto from his daydream. With the wig in hands, he picked up the cellphone. It was another email, and the teacher sighed when he read it. Hurry. 

 

Why is he so impatient today? With that in mind, Yuuto grabbed his backpack and tossed the wig and the pins to hold his hair inside. Why only the wig? He asked himself again, but he’d get nowhere thinking. With a last look at his almost finished cosplay, Yuuto sighed, got out of his bedroom and said goodbye to his sister, so fast he didn’t give her time to ask anything.

 

When he turned the corner around Akaishi-kun’ street, he almost froze. It’s just a coincidence, right…? Parked right in front of Akaishi-kun’ building, was a limousine. It’s just a coincidence… he said to himself again. This is a fancy building. There’s lot of rich people living here… Yes, that’s it. A coincidence…

 

With difficulty, Yuuto took his eyes away from the limousine and before he could even say anything, the doorman let the teacher in with a smile and bow. When the elevator’s door opened, an old woman stepped out, smiled when she saw Yuuto and then asked if he liked the fabric store she had recommended. Yuuto thanked her, saying it was great. 

 

I come here too much, he thought when they said goodbye and the doors closed. Though he had started to like it, Yuuto often wondered what else Akaishi-kun was getting from their relationship. What will happen when I can’t inspire Akaishi-kun anymore? The thought caused a queer pain in his chest, so the teacher decided to simply enjoy the present and not worry about the future. But even so, those doubts caught him every time he was off guard.

 

“You took your time.” Those were Akaishi-kun’ greeting words when he opened the door.

 

“I was working,” Yuuto replied, taking his shoes off and coming inside without waiting for Akaishi-kun’ invite. “You’re becoming more and more unreasonable.”

 

“Today I have my reasons.”

 

“That’s a first.” Yuuto picked up a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. “Then tell me the reasons why you decided to call me today with only a wig and no cosplay.”

 

Akaishi-kun flashed the sly smile and Yuuto gulped, already regretting playing his little game. “I asked you here today because I have gifts for you.”

 

“Gifts…?” Yuuto repeated the word slowly. “That doesn’t explain the wig.”

Akaishi-kun ignored the teacher, turned around, went to his bedroom and came back with two boxes wrapped in gift paper. He handed them to Yuuto with a smile. “Pick the one you like most, though both are yours.”

 

Yuuto accepted them, looking with suspicious between the boxes and his student. He knew there was a catch, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out what it was, so the teacher gave up and tore the dark red wrapping paper Not believing, he opened the other box as well. He turned speechless to his student when he saw what the gifts were. “I picked them up myself,” Akaishi-kun said proudly.

 

It took a while for Yuuto to recover his voice. “Akaishi-kun… what’s the meaning of this?” He showed the box to his student.

Akaishi-kun tilted his head with the fake innocent aura in the face that sometimes Yuuto thought it was cute. “It’s my gift to you,” he said, and then he showed a hurt expression. “You… didn’t like it?”

 

The teacher knew that expression was fake as well. “Stop joking around. What kind of gift are these?”

 

“I’m not joking,” he said, suddenly serious. “You’ll need them for what I have planned for us in this special night.”

 

Yuuto knew Akaishi-kun was just teasing him, but even so it was hard to keep himself from blushing. He always chooses the wrong words. With deep breaths, he had regained enough control. “Then please, tell me what you have planned, otherwise I’ll go home. I have work to do.”

 

Akaishi-kun sighed and dropped his shoulders. Soon in their muse relationship, Yuuto had noticed his student got like this when the teacher didn’t fall for his teasing. “But I’m serious. I need you tonight, and for that, you’ll need one of these.”

 

This time it was harder to fight the blushing. Why do you always choose the wrong words? “You’re still not telling me why I would need lingerie.” Again Yuuto waved the boxes at Akaishi-kun’ face. “Could you please tell?” he said, a bit louder than he intended.

 

“I never thought you’d prefer do go commando.” The teacher bushed and the student noticed that, the sly smile back. After a while he stopped smiling and became serious. “I mean it. I need you by my side tonight, and for that, you need to dress properly.”

 

“For what you need me tonight?”

 

“A party.”

 

“Party?” Yuuto repeated the word, tilting his head. “What party?”

 

“Just a gathering of family and friends,” he shrugged off. “I have to go. But since I’m not in the mood, my sister convinced me to bring a date.”

 

“So I’m a last resort?” For some reason that both hurt and annoyed the teacher. “Just someone to entertain you when you get bored?” he said, his voice angrier than he intended. 

 

“No,” said Akaishi-kun serious. “You’re my first and only choice. I’m not taking you to keep myself entertained. I need you there,” the student said in a low voice, looking right into the teacher’s eyes. No matter how much he tried, Yuuto couldn’t tell if Akaishi-kun was joking or not. After many seconds staring at each other, the teacher made his mind. But before he could say, the student said, “Things are more fun when I’m with you.” He looked away, his cheeks slightly red.

 

“Fine,” he finally said, looking at the boxes in his hands to hide his smile and his red cheeks. Though he’d rather work on his cosplay, a party was more interesting. And if it was a gathering of family and friends, it meant it was an Akaishi Family event. Suddenly, a thought crossed Yuuto’s mind. “I get now why you asked for the wig, but I don’t have anything to wear.”

 

“About that, I’ve already taken care. All you need to do now is choose one of my gifts.” The sly smile was back.

 

Yuuto didn’t like how things turned out. Though he was interested in the party, the feeling of being manipulated annoyed him. “Then I’ll choose.” The teacher stared between the boxes and then raised his head, smiling at Akaishi-kun. 

 

The student watched Yuuto closely, paying attention to his every reaction. He’s probably expecting me to get embarrassed, the teacher thought. Suddenly, he smiled to his student, went to the bathroom and locked himself there. That expression was wonderful! Yuuto had trouble containing his laugh. Akaishi-kun’ face taken aback because the teasing hadn’t worked as he planned was priceless. 

 

Smiling from ear to ear, Yuuto turned his attention to the so called gifts. Both presents were lingerie, a dark green silky one and a black laced one. It’s too fancy! I’ve never worn something like this! There was no price tag, but given the Red Stone logo, the teacher knew it was too expensive. I’ll bet it’s more expansive than all my cosplay underwear!

 

“Which one did you choose?” Akaishi-kun’ voice came from the other side of the door.

 

“I’m still choosing!” again he said louder than he intended.

 

With no other choice, he took the dark green silk out. Just one look was enough for Yuuto to tell it was too erotic for him. What is he thinking? Is this for real or he just wants to embarrass me? He opened the other one. Though it was a different style, it was just as erotic. Now the teacher noticed something else; both were strapless.

 

In the end, Yuuto chose the dark green silk. It fits me better, he reluctantly admitted to himself. Somehow, it looked more erotic when he wore it. At least it’s comfortable… The upper portion held his chest perfectly after a little adjustment and the lower part seemed to hide his manhood without forcing the fabric.

 

“How is it?” Akaishi-kun spoke again. 

 

Is he listening from the other side? Yuuto held his tongue though. Something else caught his attention. “How did you guess the cup size?” he asked through the door.

 

“Do you think I’d forget your chest after fondling that much?”

 

Even without seeing, Yuuto could tell Akaishi-kun had the sly smile, and this time the teacher’s cheeks burned hot. Thank the gods he can’t see me now.

 

As if he could read Yuuto’s mind, he added, “Let me see.”

 

“Could you please bring me the clothes?” Yuuto had found out that Akaishi-kun hated when people ignored him, but he had to do it anyway. There was zero chance he’d let his student see him in this too erotic lingerie. Even if part of him wanted to see Akaishi-kun’ expression, the teacher knew he’d die of embarrassment.

 

Yuuto heard a click of a tongue and then heavy steps from the other side. They got lower and after a second of silence, they were back. “Here,” said Akaishi-kun.

 

The teacher opened the door just a bit, shoved his hand through the slit, grabbed the clothes Akaishi-kun offered, pulled his arm back and then slammed the door shut. All this so the student couldn’t sneak a peek inside the bathroom.

 

Only when his heart calmed down, Yuuto stared at the clothes in his hands. Wow… it was the only thing he could think. The blue short dress was simply marvelous. Though Yuuto didn’t care much for cross-dressing itself, it would be a shame not to wear this.

 

He raised his arms and slipped the dress in, tying the end around his neck. Yuuto turned around and looked at his reflection on the mirror. He thought it was short at first, but it was barely above his knees. There was a little cleavage, but there was no focus on the chest area. At least Akaishi-kun can think about these things. The back was just enough to cover the underwear, matching the strapless lingerie. Though I hate to admit, Akaishi-kun has great taste…

 

“How is it?” the student’s voice came once again, but this time he was the one who sounded annoyed. That put a smile on Yuuto’s lip.

 

“I’m done,” the teacher replied, unlocking the door. Akaishi-kun was the one who pushed the door, but when he saw his teacher, his mouth was slightly opened, no words coming out. “What do you think?” Despite the situation, Yuuto really wanted to know Akaishi-kun’ opinion and the few seconds that took Akaishi-kun to recover felt too long for him.

 

The student showed the sly smile, but it vanished almost right away, replaced by the real and gentle one. He sighed. “You look too good for words.”

 

Yuuto wasn’t expecting this reaction, and the genuine compliment took him off guard, so much the teacher blushed and looked away. “Thank you,” he managed to say in a low voice.

 

Teacher and student stayed in silence for a while. “There’s more,” Akaishi-kun broke the silence, walking away and then coming back with a huge makeup set, another Red Stone product. He handed the makeup and without waiting for Yuuto’s request, he walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

 

Is he… embarrassed? It was one of the few times Yuuto saw something like this. It’s too cute, the teacher had to admit.

 

Again another a smile popped on his lips before he realized. The box alone was too heavy for the teacher, so Yuuto rested it on the counter and then checked the set. It had pretty much everything. So many colors… the artist inside him envied it all. This, with the lingerie and the dress probably cost more than all my cosplay material together, the teacher inside him thought. 

 

But there was no time for that, so Yuuto’s eyes quickly searched for the colors that matched his skin tone and clothes. In less than ten minutes, the teacher again unlocked the door.

 

Akaishi-kun wasn’t standing next to the door this time. Instead, he was sitting on the couch, reading a book. But the moment he heard the door, he raised his head and stood up, throwing the book on the table.

 

Akaishi-kun stared him, his mouth slightly opened. “You look… worthy… of a canvas…,” he mumbled the words and Yuuto chuckled. The teacher knew Akaishi-kun must had thought that up beforehand, but in a rare moment, the teacher caught him off guard. The student looked away, but Yuuto could swear he saw the cheeks reddening a bit again.

 

“I’ll take those words as a compliment,” Yuuto said smiling and putting a lock of the wig behind the ear. When he saw himself in the dress in the mirror, the artist knew immediately how he should arrange his hair; one side tied, and the other free. It was a good choice. Akaishi-kun’ expression was too cute. “I could say the same for you,” he said honestly. 

 

Akaishi-kun had changed clothes as well. Now he wore a black suit with a dark blue shirt. He had an expensive looking watch on his wrist and even from the distance, the teacher could sense his cologne. The only thing that was the same was the hair, same as always. “Thank you,” said the student awkwardly.

 

Despite trying to conceal it, Akaishi-kun kept stealing glances from the teacher, and when their eyes met, the student turned his head away immediately. Finally, he coughed. “There’s… only two things… left…” He picked up another box, this time bigger than the other two, but no wrapping paper, and handed to Yuuto.

 

The teacher opened the lid and after a moment of surprise, he smiled. Heels that matched the dress. “You have surprisingly good taste,” Yuuto complimented his student.

 

“My sister chose those,” he admitted, tightening his mouth. I’ll bet it’s hard for him to say this. He’s showing me a completely new side, the teacher thought chuckling again. “But I chose this,” he said taking from his pocket a necklace with a flower pendant. 

 

The teacher observed the jewel for a while and then turned around, exposing his neck. Akaishi-kun gently placed it around Yuuto’s neck. He turned around, holding the flower carefully. 

 

“It’s beautiful…” Akaishi-kun said after a moment admiring.

 

“Thank you,” the teacher said in a low voice, not looking the student in the eye.

 

“I had earrings to match, but I know your ears aren’t pierced…”

 

“I’m surprised you noticed that.” The teacher did had earrings, but they were all non-piercing. He once thought about piercing his ears. It would be easier, but after he imagined showing up at school with both ears pierced, he gave up the idea. 

 

“I have been looking at you for a while.” Yuuto blushed lightly and they stared at each other.

 

They stayed in the awkward silence for a while until Akaishi-kun broke it with a cough. “Let’s go, then.” He headed to the door with no other word. Yuuto laughed in his mind while joining Akaishi-kun at the entrance and putting on the heels.

 

Teacher stood up, testing if he could stand all night on those heels. Though he was somewhat used to them, thanks to a few of his cosplays, every time he wore them, he was cautious. The last thing he needed was to relive the time when he fell on the convention, especially in an Akaishi Family event. But, just like the underwear, it fit Yuuto perfectly. “I’d like you to say thanks to your sister for me,” he suddenly remembered.

 

“You can say that yourself,” Akaishi-kun said, locking the door, and already dashing for the elevator.

 

“Is she going to be at the party?” Yuuto asked when he caught up with Akaishi-kun. Though he wasn’t unfamiliar with them, he couldn’t walk at his normal speed in heels. At once, the teacher realized it was a silly question. It was an Akaishi Family event after all.

 

The student was about to answer when a ringing came from the student. Akaishi-kun took out his phone from the pocket and winced when he read the text. For a second he stayed like that, and then he turned to Yuuto. The teacher looked back puzzled and then Akaishi-kun’ expression softened. Breathing deeply, he texted back and then turned his phone off.

 

“Of course she’ll be there,” he said when the elevator’s doors opened. “She’s the most important person tonight.”

 

“Is it her birthday or something?” Yuuto wondered. Isn’t rude to show up when I don’t even know her? He kept the thought to himself though. He knew the student would just brush the idea as if it was nothing.

 

“No, no. Nothing like that.” They were outside the hallway and Yuuto looked at Akaishi-kun. How are we getting there? Only now the thought crossed his head. If it were him, the teacher would probably go by train, or perhaps taxi. But that would hardly fit the Akaishi Family image.

 

The student didn’t hesitate, walking with quick steps. The teacher followed as best as he could and then his mouth hanged open. No way… Akaishi-kun was walking directly to the limo Yuuto saw earlier. Before he got to the car, the driver next to it bowed and then opened the door.

 

“It’s my sister’s wedding,” Akaishi-kun said, gesturing for Yuuto to get inside the limo first.

 

The teacher was already having trouble believing the limo, so the words took longer to process. “What did you just say? Wedding?” Yuuto asked just to be sure, stopping midway to the car.

 

“Yes. My sister’s getting married today,” Akaishi-kun had the sly smile back on his face. He had finally gotten the teacher completely off guard. He pulled gently and then made Yuuto get inside first.

 

Yuuto was still processing. If it might be considered rude to show up at a birthday without even knowing the person, a wedding surely was worse. The door slamming woke him. “You said it was a gathering of family and friends!”

 

“It isn’t?” Akaishi-kun asked cocking his head, his voice mocking the teacher.

 

“We’ll be there in less than thirty minutes, sir,” The driver said before Yuuto could protest any further.

 

“Thanks. This way we’ll have plenty time to prepare,” Akaishi-kun said and then he raised the partition. Yuuto looked at him in disbelief, his face burning. “This way we’ll have privacy.”

 

Privacy for what? Prepare for what? The teacher thought, feeling the night had just begun.

Chapter 4 Part 2

Spoiler

“You cried,” said Akaishi-kun. Though he tried hiding it, the teacher could see the smile behind his lips.

 

Yuuto avoided looking at his student and didn’t bother answering. It was true after all. The moment he saw Akaishi-kun’ sister, so beautiful and beaming in her white dress, walking down the aisle, the teacher knew he’d cry. He did his best to hold it in, but after the bride and groom exchanged their vows, even if it was in English and with some heavy accent, Yuuto felt the tears coming down, despite his willpower. Even if he had some difficult understanding all the ceremony, it was simply wonderful.

 

“I’m not making fun of you.” Akaishi-kun leaned in so only Yuuto could hear, though there was no need for that. In the huge room where the reception was, it wasn’t hard to find a place to have a private talk.

 

The teacher closed his eyes and took a deep breath, ready to face his student. But when he turned, Akaishi-kun was offering a tissue.  Yuuto widened his eyes for a moment, and then smiled, drying the tears with it carefully. “Thank you.”

 

“What did you think?” Akaishi-kun asked when the teacher cleaned his face. “Did you have trouble understanding the ceremony?”

 

“It was… hard,” he admitted. “I can understand English, but that accent… Where the is groom from?”

 

“Colombia or Argentina, I think,” Akaishi-kun shrugged off. “I know for a fact that he’s from South America.”

 

“That narrows it down a lot,” said Yuuto rolling his eyes. Suddenly the teacher sensed something he might tease Akaishi-kun. “You know that much about your brother-in-law?”

 

“Ah well…” For a moment, he avoided the teacher’s eyes. “It’s… been a while since I had a proper talk with my family…” Akaishi-kun trailed off.

 

Yuuto regretted his words immediately. He had forgotten Akaishi-kun had some sort of fight with his family. That’s why he said he wasn’t in the mood to come. “A gathering of family and friends…” the sentence came out of his mouth before he realized it. He had lost count how many times he had mumbled that.

 

Akaishi-kun looked around. “I suppose I could’ve looked for a better way to say it.” Despite his words and the sighing, the student smiled for finally seeing his teacher reacting the way he expected.

 

Better way… you should have. They aren’t friendly towards you at all, the teacher thought, but he held his tongue. There was no reason to say this aloud and remind the student. He could tell that by himself. Those who came to talk with Akaishi-kun were polite enough, but behind their words and their actions, even Yuuto could tell there was something… off. Though the teacher was interested, it wasn’t any of his business and he’d rather not bring any more trouble to Akaishi-kun because of his curiosity.

 

“So you came after all.” A man dressed in a black tuxedo greeted Akaishi-kun, ignoring Yuuto completely. He looked like the student, with the same face, though the eyes had none of that mesmerizing glow, and the nose was a bit bigger, and somehow his aura seemed even more arrogant. “I’m glad you can put aside your feelings and celebrate this moment.”

 

“It was for my sister,” Akaishi-kun said coldly. “Of course I’d be here.”

 

“Only for her you can act like an adult,” the man spoke almost in the same tone, pressing his glasses with a finger. “Have you given any thought abo—”

 

“I won’t change my mind,” Akaishi-kun said curtly, staring the man right in the eye.

 

The man sighed heavily. “When will you grow up?” Akaishi-kun narrowed his eyes. 

 

That’s bad, the teacher thought immediately. Yuuto knew that things could turn into the wrong direction. Every time the student did this, he suddenly teased the teacher much more, but he doubted it would be like this here.

 

“Loving grandfather and not killing him is being a child?”

 

“If you call that love, then you’re a sadist.” He stared the student.

 

In one second, Akaishi-kun widened his eyes and made a fist. People were starting to stare them. “Akaishi-kun!” Yuuto whispered in a hushed voice, grabbing the student’s fist with both hands.

 

Akaishi-kun looked at the teacher, his face full of anger, and then his expression softened. He breathed deep and then his fist disappeared. He held the teacher’s hand, who squeezed in return.

 

The man was surprised for a second and then snorted. “I’m impressed you can control yourself. I guess spending some time away from us gave you some maturity.” He turned to Yuuto for the first time. “I supposed I have to thank you for that. You may be completely unknown, but of my little brother’s previous companion, you seem to be able to control him. Thank you for keeping Seiji entertained enough so he can’t embarrass the family. If you could, please try putting some sense into him.”

 

The student squeezed the hand tighter and watched the man walking away in silence. “Akaishi-kun…” Yuuto said nothing more in respect. He knew if Akaishi-kun wanted to talk, he would, though it would be through teasing.

 

Yuuto looked around, trying to find something that could distract Akaishi-kun. His eyes rested on the dance floor, where others joined the now husband and wife. Gulping, the teacher knew what he could do. He felt his cheeks reddening a bit. “Let’s… let’s dance… Akaishi-kun.” he meant inviting the student in a firm voice, but all went away the moment he spoke.

 

Akaishi-kun turned to the teacher with a queer look, but after a second, his lips turned into a smile. “If that’s what my muse wishes, I’ll obey,” he said, leading the teacher by the fingers.

 

I shouldn’t have done that, the thought immediately crossed Yuuto’s mind while Akaishi-kun held the teacher by the hand and waist. Though there were others dancing on the floor, for some reason, Yuuto felt everyone’s eyes turning to them. I shouldn’t have done that, he thought again.

 

“Don’t worry,” said Akaishi-kun when he noticed the teacher’s red cheeks. “I’ll be gentle.” 

 

Yuuto didn’t pay any attention to the teasing; he was too busy concentrating on his own feet when the music started. They started slowly moving from one side to the other, and then Akaishi-kun started to dance faster. 

 

Somehow, the teacher managed to keep up, or perhaps it was the student who led perfectly. Despite thinking once or twice ‘how did I get here?’, before he realized it, Akaishi-kun stopped leading him. “It’s… over… already?” he said puffing a bit. Part of the teacher felt a bit sad. Even with a little almost slip incident, one where the student held him, Yuuto had a fun. “You’re a great dancer, Akaishi-kun,” he said when they got out of the dance floor.

 

“I know,” he replied with the smile. “Though not anywhere near that,” he indicated the dance floor with his head, watching the teacher’s reaction.

 

There was only one couple on the floor now. Given by their appearances, Yuuto knew they were from the groom’s side. For a moment, the entire reception room was in complete silence. The couple stood in a queer pose, the woman facing the man’s back, and then the music started. At once Yuuto suspected it was a foreign song, but when the couple began moving, he was certain.

 

The dancers stood still, then the woman’s hand went to the man’s chest, and her leg locked with his. He held her hand and then she spun around him, moving away and then stared her partner as if he was the only one in the entire world. They closed the distance, and the man raised the woman by the waist and spun her in midair, the red tail on her dress swaying elegantly behind her. Now he stood behind her, grabbing her hand and waist. They moved like this from one side of the floor to the other, their legs moving in smalls and quick steps, so fast Yuuto barely followed.

 

The music became faster, and the dancers kept up, exchanging from small and fast steps to long and elegant ones. At one point, the woman’s leg twisted around the man’s, almost as if she was holding him. From time to time, she stepped away, but then he held her by the hand, pulling her back spinning as if she was the most precious woman in this world and he’d not let her go.

  

Their foreheads met each other so many times, their faces so close, Yuuto was impressed they didn’t kiss passionately at one point. If it was me with… he glanced at Akaishi-kun, and turned back to the dance floor immediately, his face burned hot.

 

Luckily Akaishi-kun was too distracted to notice, and then the thought was swept by what Yuuto saw the next moment. The man raised his partner again, but this time it was in the middle of a spin, and the red tail of the woman’s dress swaying so much it was mesmerizing.

 

In what seemed too quick, they stopped moving at the same time as the music ended. The entire room was in silence, and then burst into applauses. Yuuto blinked and then joined the claps. “That was… that was…” he had no words to describe.

 

“Agree,” Akaishi-kun replied, leaning in. “I’d like to try that with you sometime,” he whispered.

 

The thought of teacher and student dancing around like that, their foreheads touching, Yuuto’s leg around Akaishi-kun’, his hand on the student’s chest…his face became an alarming shade of red. He avoided looking at Akaishi-kun. “You said I wasn’t here to entertain you.”

 

“But I mean it,” he said, and the teacher could feel the sly smile even without seeing.

 

“And yet I feel like entertainment,” he complained, but more to hide the smiles on his lips. It seems he forgot that thing with his brother.

 

The waiters moved around holding trays of food and drinks. Despite already having dinner, Yuuto started feeling hungry. “Let’s eat,” Akaishi-kun said before Yuuto could say anything. He offered a hand and Yuuto took it and then the student led him to their table.

 

It was empty, but when they sat, an older woman joined them almost immediately. “Sei-chan! I thought you would not be here…” she trailed off and then laughed. “I’m so glad you came.”

 

Yuuto chuckled a bit in his head. The idea of someone calling the Akaishi-kun he knew Sei-chan was hilarious. So there was a time when he was little and innocent to the point where people called him Sei-chan, he smiled.

 

“I’d never miss my sister’s wedding,” Akaishi-kun replied with a smile, but Yuuto could tell it was different from the one he usually received. “Besides, I’d hate missing that dance just now.”

 

“I know, right?” the woman’s eyes spackled. “That tango was incredible. It’s amazing what these South Americans can do.”

 

“So it’s call tango, huh? It would be interesting to try a bit.” Akaishi-kun spoke and looked to the woman, but Yuuto knew those words were aimed at him.

 

“Too bad my husband would never try,” she sighed, shaking her head slowly.

 

“For that, you need the right partner.”

 

“Speaking of partners, who is this lovely young lady you brought?” The woman turned to Yuuto for the first time.

 

The teacher was surprised for a moment. People here only spoke to Akaishi-kun, and when turned to him, it was to say or ask something about the student. It took a few seconds for him to recover. 

 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, bowing his head slightly with all the politeness he could muster. “My name is Yuu—” before Yuuto could finish introducing himself, he felt a hand touching his knee under the table, a finger sliding slowly up the teacher’s inner thigh. He blushed, widened his eyes and looked at the owner of the hand. I remember, Akaishi-kun! There’s no reason for doing it! And I said not do to this! It was a sign the student had arbitrary set himself. Yuuto tried conveying it with his eyes before looking at the woman again. “I’m… Yuuno,” he said before things turned awkward.

 

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Yuuno-kun,” the woman said with a smile. “So what’s your relationship with our Sei-chan?”

 

“I help Aka—” Yuuto felt Akaishi-kun’ hand again, but this time he didn’t stop at the thigh, the hand slipping under the dress. Blood rushed somewhere it shouldn’t and he blushed some more. The woman tilted her head. “I help Sei… Seiji-kun with his art…” the teacher hurried up and added. The hand stopped moving, but it was still there.

 

“Oh, yes. I heard Sei-chan was keeping himself busy with those little paintings. We were so glad that he found something to pass his time.” The woman nodded her head in approval. “So do you paint as well?”

 

“No. Actually, I—” Yuuto started.

 

“Inspire me to paint,” Akaishi-kun finished with the sly smile on his lips.   

 

“Oh my,” the woman chuckled while Yuuto turned to the student. “You’re such a lady’s man, Sei-chan. And Yuuno-san seems so pleasant I hope you still be around next time,” she said before standing up and walking away.

 

They kept quiet for a while, until the woman was far enough. “I though you said you’d remember.” Akaishi-kun turned to the teacher.

“I…” It took a few seconds for the teacher to notice the student’s hand was still on his thigh. When he did, his manhood started growing again, so he quickly remove it and closed his legs as best as he could. The last thing he needed was Akaishi-kun noticing it right here in the wedding. “I did remember. You should’ve given me time to prove.”

 

“Sorry. I was a little worried you might have forgotten,” he replied with the sly smile.

 

“How could I forget that?” Yuuto said, more to himself than to his student. Akaishi-kun bit his lower lips to hold the laugh. The teacher breathed loudly to calm himself. Despite this, the memories from the limo ride came back.

 

“This way we’ll have privacy.”

 

It took a few moments for Yuuto to regain his composure. “Akaishi-kun… I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to attend your sister’s wedding,” he said in the most teaching voice he had. “It’s rude to…”

 

Akaishi-kun touched Yuuto’s lips with a finger. They stayed like that for a second, looking at each other. Yuuto was starting to blush. “Sei,” the student said, the finger sliding down the mouth slowly. “You must call me Sei tonight.”

 

Yuuto blinked a few times. “What?”

 

“You must call me by my name this night,” he repeated.

 

“Why should I?” Yuuto was getting uncomfortable. Dan-kun might call people by their first names, specially his students. But he was a foreigner, and also had a sort of good explanation. Yuuto wasn’t him though. Calling Akaishi-kun by his name… the teacher already had mixed feelings about his students that he avoided thinking. This wouldn’t help at all.

 

“I’m bringing you to a wedding. Don’t you think people might find strange if you call me by the family name? And it’s a family event. How many ‘Akaishi’ do you think will be there?”

 

“You… make good points…” the teacher reluctantly agreed. “But still, calling you by name suddenly…”

 

“That’s why I said we had some time. Now, let’s start.” He smiled, but it wasn’t the sly one. It was more like a kid opening a present.

 

“You seem awfully excited about this,” Yuuto said, trying to gain some time. It didn’t work. Akaishi-kun still looked at him with anticipation and a smile on the lips. The teacher sighed. “S-s-se…”

 

“Come on,” Akaishi-kun leaned closer, lifting the teacher’s head so he could look into Yuuto’s eyes. “What’s my name?

 

Yuuto blushed and tried looking away, but Akaishi-kun didn’t let him. “Se… Sei…ji…kun,” he managed to say and the student released him with a satisfied smile.

 

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said, almost humming. “How about you use something more intimate, like, Sei-chan?”

 

“Impossible,” the teacher said at once. Just picturing himself saying ‘Sei-chan’ would leave his face red.

 

“Okay, okay. I know when my muse says it like that, it takes time to convince. Time which we don’t have.” Akaishi-kun sighed and dropped his shoulders in an exaggerated manner, and Yuuto could tell right away that he had something else prepared to embarrass the teacher. “Now let’s talk how I’m gonna call you.”

 

“What?” the teacher said again.

 

“I’ll introduce you as my muse,” he said as-a-matter-of-fact while Yuuto was still struggling with words. “But I’m sure you’d like to keep your real name our secret, am I right?”

 

“Yes…” he admitted. 

 

“What’s your artist name?” he asked suddenly.

 

“What do you mean?” Yuuto tried playing dumb, but at once he realized it wouldn’t work.

 

“Don’t underestimate me. I did my research,” Akaishi-kun said chuckling. “Artists like you have… let’s say an artist name.”

 

Yuuto dropped his shoulders in defeat. “So you know about that…” Ever since they began their muse relationship, the teacher tried his best to hide his artist name. The thought of the student searching and finding his blog and specially the pictures the internet was too embarrassing. But he couldn’t hide it anymore. “It’s… Yuuno…” Yuuto knew he would regret telling Akaishi-kun about it.

 

It happened faster than he thought. At once, the student’s face beamed it with the sly smile. Why do I feel like I’ve given him some ammo against me?

 

“Yuuno… Yuuno… Yuu…no,” Akaishi-kun said the name again and again, each time, changing the intonation, the smile never leaving his lips.

 

The teacher didn’t like it. He could almost see where Akaishi-kun’ thoughts were heading. “It’s better than the name my sister gave me on the first convention,” Yuuto said, trying to make the student to stop saying the name. It worked. Akaishi-kun turned his attention back to him, an interested look on his face. “People were asking her about me and all, because even then I did a great job,” he said it with some pride in his voice. “So out of nowhere she pulled the name Mozi moe.” Yuuto had a smile on his lips and chuckled, surprising himself. It had been too long since he thought about that.

 

Even Akaishi-kun laughed hearing the name. “Mozi moe… that’s a unique name. Though I prefer Yuuno,” he said with the sly smile back and Yuuto sighed. The diversion hadn’t work as he thought. “So you’re Yuuno that inspires Seiji-kun with the paintings. Now that’s settled, all we need is a sign.”

 

“Sign for what?”

 

“Sign if you forget about us,” he said emphasizing the last part.

 

Again Yuuto didn’t like were Aka… Seiji-kun’ thoughts were heading. “I’m sure I can remember something this simple.”

 

“It’s for precaution,” he said leaning in closer. “How about if I discretely touch you here?” he asked, his hand already down on the teacher’s inner thigh, a finger moving up.

 

“No!” Yuuto protested. It tickles… and other stuff… he kept that part to himself.

 

“I think it’s a perfect sign. It’s discreet and no one will realize under a table,” he kept moving the hand. “But you’ll need to control your reactions better. Though I love seeing you blushing, people will notice. And I want to keep that part of you only to myself.” Those words didn’t help Yuuto with the blushing and other reactions he was having, so the teacher took the hand off.

 

That didn’t stop Akaishi-kun though. He kept touching Yuuto, pretending to find another sign. He touched the lower back, before his hand slipping down. Then he touched the teacher’s inner arm. It wasn’t so bad, but not only this sign wasn’t discreet, it reminded Yuuto of their first encounter. In the end, the teacher said he could remember without any help.

 

The waiters brought their food, medium rare steaks, along with the side dishes. Only then Yuuto noticed; there weren’t any hashi.

“Can you use knife and fork?” Seiji-kun asked. Though his tone was low, so only the teacher could hear, Yuuto felt there was some teasing behind those words.

 

“Yes I can. Thank you for worrying,” he replied in the same tone, but still Akaishi-kun smiled. It was true Yuuto had used western utensils before, though it had been a while ago. Dinner at Dan-kun’ house sometimes had fork and knife.

 

When he grabbed it, it felt as he remembered, but then he felt a breeze on his neck that sent a shiver down his body. “You’re using on the wrong hands,” Seiji-kun whispered in his ear.

 

Flushing, Yuuto exchanged the fork for the knife, but when he tried cutting the meat, it wasn’t that easy. Hashi are better, he thought sully. 

 

“Let me,” Seiji-kun whispered again when Yuuto started losing the fight against the food. With the people around the table shooting glances at him, the teacher knew it would be easier to just let the student do it. Cutting slowly, Seiji-kun showed the way, and then, “Here,” he said, raising the fork with a bit of the steak.

 

Widening his eyes, Yuuto looked around. People were definitely glancing at them. With his cheeks red, he ate it, the juice filling his mouth with each bite. “Delicious!” Despite the embarrassment, he had to admit.

 

The rest of the meal went with no other remarkable situation. Most people were talking while some went back to the dance floor. Yuuto noticed there were many Argentinian men asking Japanese women to dance. Seiji-kun turned to the teacher and offered a hand, asking if Yuuto would like to dance again.

 

With a smile, he took the hand and Seiji-kun led him. This time, the dance was faster but somehow Yuuto managed to keep up. The next music, however, was similar to the tango, and the teacher blushed immediately when the student smiled invitingly. 

 

“I-I need to excuse myself,” he managed to get out of that dance.

 

Seiji-kun was a bit disappointed, but it only lasted a heartbeat, because right away he pulled the teacher closer, almost embracing him from the back. “Remember to use the right restroom,” he said with the sly smile. Yuuto walked away without a word, but his reaction was enough to leave Seiji-kun too satisfied. 

 

Though it was just an excuse to leave the dance floor, since the restroom was empty, Yuuto decided to use one of the stalls. When he came out, he wasn’t alone anymore. There was a blond girl using the mirror to check her makeup and hair. Yuuto used the sink to wash his hands and noticed the girl checking him through the reflection, not trying to hide what she was doing.

 

“So you’re Seiji’s latest,” the girl spoke suddenly after turning back to herself. It wasn’t a question.

 

“Excuse me?” Yuuto turned directly to her. Now that he paid attention to her, the teacher realized there was something about the girl that was familiar, though he couldn’t tell what it was.

 

“Everyone was wondering if Seiji would attend the wedding and if he’d bring one of his latest time fillers. I knew he would though. Even if he’s not speaking to most of his family, he loves his sister too much.” The girl finally took her eyes from Yuuto’s reflection, closed her purse and looked at the real one. “At least you seem like a decent girl so I’ll give you some advice.  Enjoy this as much as you can, because Given Seiji’s recent history, chances are you won’t be around the next family event.” She stared at the teacher, apparently waiting to see how he’d react to her words.

 

“You’re Aka… Seiji-kun’ ex-girlfriend.” The teacher had finally recognized where he had seen her, or at least part of her. He had admired so much he wondered why it took him this long to realize she was the model of Seiji-kun’ nude paint. 

 

Yuuto wasn’t bothered by the girl’s words at all, but for some reason, she seemed offended by that. “What do you know about me? About us?”

 

“Only what he told me.” Yuuto could say exactly what Seiji-kun had told him about his ex. But this girl was just a kid, and the teacher would never hurt a kid because of something like this.

 

Again Yuuto’s lack of reaction seem to hurt her more than he thought. “You know nothing. What I did was… a mistake. I know I should’ve been more considerate of his feelings, but everyone was almost fighting about his grandfather’s inheritance even if he wasn’t dead yet. I said that because I didn’t want to see Seiji losing what was his by right!”

 

Yuuto was wordless. Now a few things starts to make sense. The way he speaks about his ex, how he’s evasive when I ask about his family… “Seiji-kun was really hurt by you.” Given how he talks about his grandfather, no wonder he’s that angry with you. He kept that part to himself though. It would only hurt this girl.

 

“Don’t you think I know?” She said in a voice full of rage, the tears threatening to fall. “I know and love him since we were kids. Just because of a little mistake, he broke up with me,” and then she cried.

 

Yuuto wanted to console the girl in front of him. It was his job as a teacher to help. Two things held him though. He knew she would feel worse if she were consoled by Seiji’s latest. But there was something else. Part of Yuuto wanted to say I don’t want you hurting Seiji-kun again. The face the student made on their first encounter after he asked about the nude painting still worried Yuuto. He never wanted to see Seiji-kun doing that kind of expression again.

 

After a while with only the girl’s sobbing breaking the silence, she recomposed on her own. She took a handkerchief from her purse and dried the tears. “Enjoy while you can. Seiji will get tired of you just like the others. In the end, I’m the one who knows and loves him the most. When this all passes, I’ll apologize and he’ll get back to me,” she said and then left the restroom, leaving her purse.

 

What a troublesome kid. She can’t let go of the past, Yuuto thought. He was experienced enough to know when things breaks, they can never be put together the same way. The only option is to create something new or let go, but given Seiji-kun reaction, only the latter for them. Maybe I should tell Seiji-kun to talk with her. 

 

He wondered how that conversation would go. The teacher knew that sometimes the old love could overtake the moment. It had happened with Yuuto himself last year, just before Seiji-kun found out about him. But when he imagined what happened between Yuuto and his ex-girlfriend happening with Seiji-kun and that girl, a pain crossed the teacher’s heart.

 

Before he could leave the restroom, the door opened again. For a second Yuuto thought the girl was back, but then he saw a white dress through the mirror.

 

She’s beautiful, the thought crossed his mind while he stared the bride for a second. Only then Yuuto remembered that she probably had no idea who he was. “Ah, congratulations. The ceremony was wonderful.”

 

“Was it?” She asked in a carefree tone, stretching her arms. “I feel exhausted. The party is fun and all, but I’d rather enjoy the rest of the night with my new husband, if you know what I mean,” she said sighing.

 

Yuuto was surprised for a moment, and then couldn’t help but chuckle. Her words felt completely different from the beautiful bride walking down the aisle. And somehow it felt like something Seiji-kun would say. They are indeed brother and sister.

 

“Can you keep a secret?” The bride suddenly asked. The teacher nodded his head out of reflex, though he wasn’t good a keeping secrets from a few people. “Don’t tell anyone about this.” She pulled from Seiji-kun’ ex-girlfriend’s purse a cigarette and a lighter. With the first drag, she dropped her shoulders, relaxing. “Somehow it doesn’t fit the Akaishi image, right?” She asked when she noticed Yuuto’s surprised expression.

 

“A little,” he admitted. “And yet you somehow looks just like Seiji-kun,” Yuuto said smiling.

 

“I should be offended by that, since my little brother is like the bad seed in the family now.” Despite her words, she laughed and smoked. “But I get him. With all this stress around, I’d rather blow off some steam.” She breathed in and exhaled smoke. “Can you keep another secret?” Yuuto nodded again. “The ceremony was a sham. We were already married.”

 

“What?” He said a bit too loud. 

 

“Yeah,” she smirked. “About a month ago, we were in Argentina solving some problem about the steaks and another stuff for the wedding when I got tired. We eloped that very night. The spur of the moment honeymoon was awesome. Too bad our families didn’t thought so.” She laughed and Yuuto couldn’t help but do the same.

 

Though she was the bride, the most important person tonight, it felt like she was somewhat an outsider, just like he was. Even with the gap between them, it was fun talking like this. “You’re impulsive, just like Seiji-kun,” Yuuto said smiling.

 

“If you say it like that, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

 

“How did you manage to calm both families?”

 

“We lied. My husband said we eloped because we were too happy since I had just found out I was pregnant.”

 

“Do they know the truth?”

 

“No, hence the secret,” she said shaking the cigarette. “But I’ll probably get pregnant this night. Latin men sure know their ways. Some say the tango is just a foreplay.” She laughed when Yuuto blushed. “Seiji said it wasn’t hard to make you blush, but I never thought it would be this easy,” she laughed some more. When she finally stopped, she turned to him with a more gentle expression. “Thanks for being here. I know that if it wasn’t for you, Seiji would get into a fight, or perhaps not even be here.”

 

“Ah, no. I’m the one who should say thanks,” Yuuto said, bowing. “You even took time for this,” he gestured at the dress when he remembered that she was the one who chose it.

 

“It was nothing. Believe me, I had plenty free time. My mother and mother-in-law choose everything in this wedding. It was fun choosing something and not have your opinion shot down for a change. Apparently a beach wedding isn’t fit for The Akaishi Family.”

 

They both laughed again. “But then I don’t think we could see that dance,” said Yuuto.

 

“They can dance anywhere, believe me. Tango on a starry beach surrounded by bonfires is simply too amazing.” She put out the cigarettes. “I should go back out there. I think people perhaps might notice if I’m not around.” She walked towards the door, but then turned to the teacher. “Really, thanks for being there for my little brother. He needs you more than he shows. Please, be by his side from now on, Yuuto-san.” And she was gone.

 

It took a few seconds for teacher to get past the fun he just had and realize what she just said. Did she call me by my name…? No… I misheard… that’s all… yeah… I’m sure… Yuuto tried convincing himself, though he wasn’t doing a good job. Would Seiji-kun tell her who I really am? If it were my sister… he shivered with the thought.

 

“What’s taking you so long?” A voice brought Yuuto’s mind back and he once again found himself with someone in the restroom.

“You shouldn’t be here…”

 

“Well, technically neither should you,” Seiji-kun said with a smile. Yuuto opened his mouth to reply, but only a sigh came out. He’s right, the teacher thought, though he wasn’t going to say.

 

Yuuto took a better look at Seiji-kun. His breathing was short and his cheeks were slightly red, but it didn’t look as if he was dancing just now. Given the closed fist he had, the teacher realized it. He got into another argument… “Then let’s get out there. I’m in the mood to dance,” he said with a forced smile.

 

“No… I’d rather be alone with you for a while.”

 

The teacher held the blush. Even if he was used to it, the student’s sudden burst caught him off guard, especially when the words were actually sincere. “Don’t you think it would be a problem if you were caught in the ladies restroom?” Yuuto went along to take Seiji-kun’ mind off his troubles.

 

“It wouldn’t be the first time… nor the first wedding,” he said smiling.

 

“Why am I not surprised?” Yuuto chuckled despite himself. “I met your sister. She seems nice.”

 

“It’s only for the first time,” he said shaking his head. “Give time and you’ll feel like you’re walking on thin ice around her.”

 

“Really? Then I should do the same around you.” Seiji-kun opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out and he closed it. That’s cute, Yuuto thought, smiling. “She’s just like you. Or perhaps I should say you’re the one who’s just like her.”

 

Seiji-kun bit his lips. “I’d like to deny, but sadly I heard that before,” he said dropping his shoulders in a forced way. “But you’ll see what I’m talking about. Next time, ask her how she treated me when we were kids. Every time I said or did something stupid, she kept it a secret, only to use against me later.”

 

This time Yuuto laughed. “I think that’s just how siblings are. At least my sister is, though not that intense, apparently,” he said. Something his student said caught his attention. Next time… Seiji-kun and his sister seemed to be the only ones who thought Yuuto would be around for that. “I also met your ex-girlfriend,” he said slowly, paying attention to Seiji-kun’ reaction.

 

For a heartbeat, the student was surprised, his eyes widening a bit. The next second, his expression became blank, almost without any emotion. “Is that so?”

 

That’s a bitter voice. The teacher had never heard this tone. With Yuuto, Seiji-kun was only fun and teasing, but when they entered a touchy subject, the student spoke, though most of the times it was reluctantly. “She misses you.”

 

“Is that so?” he repeated.

 

Yuuto sighed. “Do you really need to be that cold? Aren’t you two are childhood friends? Do you want to leave like that?”

 

“You don’t know what she did,” he avoided looking the teacher on the eye.

 

Yuuto held the chuckled this time. He really is just a child. “It’s true I don’t know. But you’re not doing any good holding on to that anger.” He felt a pang in his chest, but he had to say it. “I’m not telling you to get back together with her. All I’m saying is to let go of the past.” Yuuto stared at his student, holding his breath, waiting for a reaction. He knew it was a sensitive subject, but something inside him wanted to get it out now.

 

For a moment Seiji-kun stared at the teacher, his eyes expressionless. Then his face relaxed and he showed a weary smile. “Are you lecturing me here in a restroom?” he said jesting.

 

Yuuto relaxed and smiled too. “I’m a teacher after all.”

 

 Seiji-kun sighed loudly. “You’re right. She may be insensitive, but I guess she’s an old friend. I’ll talk to her, but not here, not today.”

 

The teacher beamed. “You’re such a good kid.”

 

Seiji-kun suddenly shortened the distance between them. “Is that so?” he said it for the third time, but he whispered into Yuuto’s ear now. “I don’t want you thinking that. It would ruin my reputation.”

 

Yuuto blushed, but before he could say anything, the student lifted him and brought the teacher to the last stall, locking the door.

 

“W-w-what—” The teacher tried mumbling something, but Seiji-kun brought a finger to Yuuto’s lips, looking away, almost as if concentrated on something the teacher didn’t know.

 

They stay that way for a while, but when the student turned back to the teacher, the only thing Yuuto could think was that Seiji-kun’ lips were too close. They stared into each other’s eyes and at some point the student closed his eyes, bringing his face closer. Yuuto did the same. He could feel the warmth emanating from Seiji-kun, their lips about to touch… and then the restroom door opened and closed.

 

Teacher and student opened their eyes and blushed, both looking away. 

 

The next moment, they heard voices. “I can’t believe she made you cry. What a bitch.”

 

“Who does she thinks she is?”

 

“Don’t worry about her. She’s just enjoying herself because she knows I’m right.” Yuuto recognized the third voice. It was the ex.

“You made her cry?” Seiji-kun whispered in Yuuto’s ear.

 

Despite the student doing this a lot, right now the teacher was very aware how close Seiji-kun’ lips were close to his ear. And all that Yuuto could think of was what almost happened a few seconds ago, a big part of him wishing the girls hadn’t interrupted them.

 

“Did you really make her cry?” Seiji-kun whispered again.

 

“No, I…yes, but—” the student interrupted him with the finger again.

 

Silence followed, and then came a knock on the stall door. Yuuto looked at Seiji-kun and shook his head. The student on the other hand nodded his slowly, smiled and unlocked the door.

 

The ex had a smug on her face, but when she saw that Yuuto wasn’t alone, her face lost some of its color. “Hello Amira,” the student said trying to hold a laugh. She and her friends were speechless at the sight of Seiji-kun and Yuuto almost embracing on the stall…

 

***

 

“That was embarrassing, to say the least,” Yuuto said, almost with a sigh.

 

“Is that so?” he said it for the fourth time in the night, but now his voice was full of joy. “I’m really glad I went with you,” Seiji-kun said smiling and taking his keys from the pocket. “I had way more fun that I believed I could.”

 

“Well, I’m truly satisfied that you had a good time despite my embarrassment,” he tried be sarcastic, but the fun he had made it harder to sustain the tone. The student unlocked the door and let Yuuto go in first. 

 

“There’s no need to be like that. I know you had fun too. You even got that,” he eyed the bouquet on the teacher’s hand. 

 

Yuuto looked down at the flowers on his hands and a small smile formed on his lips. He brought the bouquet closer and smelled them. “No comment,” he said at last, avoiding Seiji-kun’ eyes.

 

“To me, apart from you, the best was Amira’s reaction,” he laughed. “She was so pissed you got the bouquet I could swear she’d fight you right there.” Yuuto opened his mouth, but then just sighed. “I know, I know. I’ll talk to her. But you saw there was no way I could talk to her at that time.”

 

“Please, be gentle… and don’t be yourself.”

 

“You say that like I’m a brute or something.”

 

Again Yuuto opened his mouth to replied, but gave up midway. He was exhausted from dancing, red from embarrassment and a bit dizzy from so much champagne. It’s his fault I drink that much. Why did you keep insisting? He thought, but never voiced it. On the entrance, he took off his heels, scrubbing the marks on his ankles and then stepped on the bare floor. Though it was fun to be taller for a few hours, it was an amazing relief to be standing on his own two feet after the heels.

 

The student stared at the teacher for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Come here,” said Seiji-kun suddenly. Before a reply, he gently led Yuuto to the couch. The teacher went along, trying to recover some energy. They both sat and then the student lifted Yuuto’s foot. “I thought you were used to heels,” he said in a low voice, observing the red marks.

 

“Not as much as you think. Only few of my cosplays used them. Besides, though I have worn on them for hours, I never danced before,” he said, closing his eyes and breathing slowly. Before he knew it, he felt a gentle moving on his foot. “What are you doing?”

 

“Are you so drunk you can’t tell?” Seiji-kun asked. “It’s because of me you’re like this, so let me do something,” he said with a genuine smile.

 

Yuuto sighed and closed his eyes again, letting the student massage him. It’s good… too good… he thought, his mind drifting into a blur… He shook his head and looked around, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the drowsiness. 

 

“Morning,” Seiji-kun said smiling.

 

“What?” he turned to the window, but the curtains were closed. Did I really sleep on my student’s couch? “It’s morning already? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

 

“You looked so cute, I couldn’t…” Seiji-kun blushed lightly and looked away.

 

That face is cute… Yuuto thought, but there was no time for that. “I have to get home now. My sister! Oh God! She’ll know…” the teacher quickly threw the blanket he didn’t remember having aside and stood up, trying to think. I have to… to… change clothes! Yes! If I get home in a dress…

 

In Yuuto’s panic, he barely noticed Seiji-kun acting weird. He looked away, trying to hide his mouth with the hand, but after a while he simply laughed, his voice echoing in the apartment.

 

“What?” the teacher turned to him in anger. “It’s your fault! Why didn’t you wake me?”

 

It took a while for the student stop laughing. “I’m sorry. I just had to,” he said, walking to the table and getting a remote. With one click, the curtains opened on their own, revealing the night view. Yuuto widened his eyes in surprise and then turned to his student. “You only fell asleep for half hour or so.” He laughed again.

 

With his head pounding a bit, Yuuto breathed slowly and rubbed his temples. At least my sister won’t suspect… he thought. “What time is it?”

 

“A little past one in the morning,” Seiji-kun answered without checking a clock or anything.

 

“How am I supposed to get home?” Yuuto said forcing some anger in his voice. It was Seiji-kun’ fault after all. But he was too tired for that.

 

“Don’t worry. The limo is still waiting for you.”

 

“Did you make the driver wait for me all this time?” the anger was gone, replaced by some dejection.

 

“Don’t worry. He was hired for the entire night.” Seiji-kun said it so fast Yuuto wondered if the student already prepared the answer knowing how the teacher would think beforehand. That information did make the guilt vanish a bit, but then something else occurred to him. If he arrived in a limo, some neighbor certainly would see… “If you think it’s too flashy for you, then your other option is to sleep here. I must tell you, I only have one bed, but if it’s with you, I don’t mind sharing,” Seiji-kun had the sly smile and Yuuto’s cheek reddened.

 

Why does it feel like he’s reading my mind? But some part of him felt the offer didn’t sound bad at all… I’m still drunk from the champagne, he deduced. “I told my sister I’d go home afterwards,” he said. 

 

It was half-true. During the limo ride, after Seiji-kun arbitrarily set up the sign after testing others, Yuuto called his sister with the student’s cellphone. He said he’d go to a party, so she shouldn’t worry about him.

 

“A party with that special someone, huh?” She said. Even if Yuuto did his best to hide, his sister had picked up something. “Don’t worry about me. Just make sure to hook up after the party. I’m guessing you’re too shy to take the lead, so try your best. If you don’t sleep home, I’ll know you managed to seal the deal.”

 

“I’ll sleep home. See you later,” he said, blushing before returning the phone. He tried to take his mind off his sister; it wouldn’t do him any good to think about the weird things she said with the student by his side.

 

In less than five minutes, Yuuto had changed clothes and washed the makeup. He tried giving the dress, underwear, heels and necklace back—he’d keep the makeup kit—but Seiji-kun insisted those were gifts and wouldn’t accept. The teacher was too tired and in a hurry to argue and simply stuffed everything in his bag.

 

Yuuto hurried to the door, and Seiji-kun followed him. He looked into the teacher’s eyes. “I had more fun than could possibly expect, all because of you. Thank you,” he said in a rarely seen honest expression.

 

It took the teacher off guard, and he looked away. “Me too. I never thought a western wedding would be like that. It was very interesting,” he said with a smile on his lips. They stayed silent for a while, Yuuto’s heart beating a bit faster. “Well then, I have to go. Bye.”

 

“Until our next Sunday.” The real smile was the last thing Yuuto saw before he closed the door.

 

With quick steps, he walked to the elevator and pressed the button. But when the doors opened and he stepped in, Seiji-kun came down the hallway. “You forgot this.” He threw the bouquet and Yuuto caught it for the second time that night. He looked at it, trying to find words, any words, but the doors closed before he could find any.

 

He was still admiring the flowers when the driver opened the door, let Yuuto in, closed it and sat in the driver’s seat. Yuuto gave the address, his mind thinking about the tradition behind the flowers.

 

When the bride walked to the dance floor with most of the women following her, Seiji-kun insisted Yuuto went too, saying the teacher should trying getting the bouquet too. Yuuto was a bit drunk and decided to go. The women barely paid him any attention. Only Amira and her two friends looked at him, pushing him off the dance floor.

 

The bribe threw the bouquet upwards and the women went wild. At some point Yuuto could swear he saw someone pulling by the hair the woman who had it for less than a second, and then a sort of elbowing, but since his vision was blurred with champagne, he didn’t trust his eyes at the moment.

 

The bouquet went up again and somehow fell in his hands. He widened his eyes and then stared the flowers, vaguely aware that some women glared at him a bit angry, specially Amira and her friends. But all he could do was smell the flowers and smile, while the bride laughed and Seiji-kun had almost the same reaction as his sister.

 

After everything settled down, Yuuto sat back on their table and asked why the women fought so much for the flowers. The student leaned in and whispered so only the teacher could hear. “The person who gets the bouquet will be the next one to get married,” he said with a smile.

 

At the time, to Seiji-kun’ disappointment, Yuuto had almost no reaction, smiling and smelling the flowers again, his face red due the champagne. But now, with his head a bit more clear, when he thought about those words again, the image of Seiji-kun smiling popped into his mind.

 

Yuuto’s entire face became an alarming shade of red, but he didn’t hate the feeling at all.

 

Edited by phmmoura, 08 June 2016 - 11:45 AM.