16+ Please Call Me Teacher!!

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Hi everyone. This is a BL Web novel that I'm working on and I really apreciated some feedback. Since I'm not really into the genre, I'd like any help.

 

Summary: 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.

 

Status: In Progress

 

Table of Content

 

Chapter 1

 

 

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 him 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, and shifted the bag in hands. And almost at the same time, he saw his faint reflection on the subway window.

 

As if out of reflex, when the teacher noticed the purple hat was slightly misplaced, his hand flew to fix it right away, and then, almost naturally, Yuuto ended up checking himself. Waah... I must look weird to others... weird, but cute, the thought crossed his head and he could barely suppress the surprise he felt himself, 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, the teacher 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 entering the door at the other side of the subway and looking for a place to hold almost at the door, was someone he knew. And 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. Talking another glance at the student, Yuuto confirmed he had a kind of bandage around his hand.

 

Damn it!That single glace 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 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 there was a passenger neat him. At first, the old guy was angry because out of nowhere, someone almost fell on him. But when he saw it was a cute girl, or at least someone who looked like one, he became all smiles when Yuuto apologized bowing the head rather in a nervous way.

 

I'm sorry for deceiving you, mister, the teacher apologized again in his head and tried his best to become invisible, thought 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 a few men didn't help it either.

 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the subway sound system announced his station. With a sigh of relieve, Yuuto waited while the passengers got out. And when 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... with a sinking feeling in his gut, 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 when the moment the teacher stepped out of the subway, there was a shadow blocking his path. And when he looked up, he realized, almost like a punch in the belly, the shadow standing before him was exactly 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 them, 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 that 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, but 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 I'm 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 imaging 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 manage 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, but didn't answer, the eyes suggesting it was a completely stupid question. But before the teacher could get mad, the student simply told Yuuto to go inside with his head after nodding to the doorman. 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's 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' 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, imaging what would happen if he simply pressed the button and just went home. But no matter 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 a single key from his pocket and opened the door. Yuuto almost dropped his jaw when he saw the inside. 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 throw his boots aside, running across the room to see. He could other buildings, houses, the park, the river in the back. "Amazing," he said after a while.

 

"You think?" a soft voice came from his side. Yuuto didn't notice, but Akaishi-kun was standing next to him, looking 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 in 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 then five minutes, the teacher didn't notice the student standing next to him.

 

He turned and stared Akaishi-kun, trying to see any emotion behind those eyes. There was something there, buy 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-"

 

"So how long you've being 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 closed 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 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 you have 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 stared 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 soft 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 idea paralyses me. Just imagining the eyes the students might give me..." the teacher trembled, and not because of 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 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 thrill 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 was 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 chose 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. And 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 didn't blush, nor get embarrassed. He could simply refuse and leave the apartment. Everything might implode in his face on Monday or perhaps Akaishi-kun would keep quiet even if the teacher stormed out. But Yuuto discarded the thought of leaving almost immediately. 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, and that's including the first time the 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... "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, Yuuto 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

 

 

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... erh..." 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. And 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 excitement. 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!"

 

 

[Kujaku]

Reading the summary I went all "oh fuck! this gonna be good", hehe.

 

First off all, I really enjoyed the first chapter, the idea is quite promising and I'm anticipating a cute and funny story. Still, I felt like you rushed things a little bit and the chapter doesn't look proofread to me. I'd highly suggest you do that a day or so after writing it since you'd notice any misplaced words easier.

 

Other than that, I can't wait for the next chapter.

[phmmoura]

Reading the summary I went all "oh fuck! this gonna be good", hehe.

 

First off all, I really enjoyed the first chapter, the idea is quite promising and I'm anticipating a cute and funny story. Still, I felt like you rushed things a little bit and the chapter doesn't look proofread to me. I'd highly suggest you do that a day or so after writing it since you'd notice any misplaced words easier.

 

Other than that, I can't wait for the next chapter.

 

Thanks for the comment.

You know what's worst? I proofread it... guess that's what happens when you proofread your own material.

But I'll fix them as soon as I can.

Since the others chapters I had help proofreading, hopefully they don't have (that many) mistakes.

 

You're the first one to tell me that it feels rushed. I'll take a better look at this when I rewrite.

But I think you might change your mind when I post the next chapters.

[phmmoura]

Chapter 03

 

 

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…

 

 

[Kujaku]

This third chapter was a tease and had me on my tiptoes all the time. I enjoyed it so much! I definitely love the characters and I can't wait to see what happens next.

 

Also, I couldn't help but notice that the chapter doesn't have as much typos (I think I only saw two of them), and this really made the reading experience way better.

 

Keep up the good work!

[phmmoura]

This third chapter was a tease and had me on my tiptoes all the time. I enjoyed it so much! I definitely love the characters and I can't wait to see what happens next.

 

Also, I couldn't help but notice that the chapter doesn't have as much typos (I think I only saw two of them), and this really made the reading experience way better.

 

Keep up the good work!

 

Thanks. I'll be honest, I prefer writing a good tease, especially with a character like Yuuto. You'll see that when I post the next chapter =)

I'm really glad you like the characters. I was afraid they might sound a bit off for the BL fans, since I have little knowledge in this genre.

The next chapters are coming soon. Chapter 4 is a bit bigger, so it'll take a while for me to fix the typeset here.

[yaoifangirl]

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This story is funny and cute! yoyo5

[phmmoura]

Chapter 4

 

 

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.

Part 2

“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.

 

 

[phmmoura]

Chapter 5

 

 

“It was easier than I thought,” mentioned Seiji-kun, his voice filled with satisfaction.

“What was easier?” Yuuto asked back, his voice filled with annoyance.

“Putting you on my couch wearing nothing but underwear,” Seiji-kun replied. Though his eyes focused more on the canvas than on the teacher, he watched Yuuto carefully, paying attention to the cosplayer’s reaction with a smile on his lips.

Yuuto snorted a little too loudly and opened his mouth… but when he couldn’t come up with an answer, he closed it and turned his head away.

“Don’t get mad at me and change the pose,” Seiji-kun said, his hand still holding the brush. “It’s your own fault.”

“How is this my fault?” The teacher finally mumbled something, though it was more to himself than to Seiji-kun.

Since the school year ended, Seiji-kun had asked, in his cute and demanding way, to increase their muse sessions. The teacher didn’t give a second thought and accepted with a smile on his face.

Even though the students were on a break, Yuuto still had work, but it wasn’t a full day. The teacher had already planned to use the extra time to catch up on his reading, cosplays and perhaps visit his grandparents on the weekend. Even so, he still had more free time than he expected.

That was what Yuuto told Seiji-kun. It was true, but there was another reason behind his instant yes, a reason the teacher wouldn’t dare voicing it, not even to himself. Their somewhat different relationship had grown over the past two months, so much Yuuto believed they were more than just muse and artist, teacher and student. He truly believed there was a sort of friendship between them, perhaps more.

But in the few days before Seiji-kun’ graduation, Yuuto found himself with a pang in his heart every time he thought about his soon-to-be former student. He had a hunch the feeling was because one of their bonds was about to disappear, but he had no idea why it bothered him that much.

Part of him thought it could be he was wary about Seiji-kun’ words the day when they became muse and artist. I promise while we’re still teacher and student, I’ll won’t do anything that might displease you… Yuuto felt weird every time he relieved Seiji-kun’ voice saying that in his mind, but it didn’t changed the fact that one their bonds was about to end.

The entire graduation ceremony went by slowly, so slow Yuuto believed there was something wrong with the time, almost as if it refused to move properly. He tried looking for Seiji-kun, but among so many people, it was impossible. When it was over and many of his now former students talked to him, suddenly everything was moving twice as fast and Yuuto wished he had more time to prepare his heart.

Finally, after almost all students, graduates and parents had left and Yuuto was feeling a bit dejected, Seiji-kun showed up. Though he spoke to Yuuto in a rather normal and not teasing way, the pang in the teacher’s heart only grew deeper.

But when Seiji-kun leaned in whispered in the teacher’s ear that he wanted more time together, Yuuto accepted the proposal right away, and had trouble to keep himself from hugging his former student right there in the middle of school.

But together with their new arrangement, came an unforeseen problem. In the second week of March, Yuuto ran out of new cosplays in their last session. He blamed his bliss for not realizing this would happen. With a bit of shame for his mistake as a muse, he told Seiji-kun about the situation, avoiding the former student’s eyes the entire time.

After a few moments of silence from the former student and the teacher fiddling with the hem of his skirt, Seiji-kun gently touched Yuuto’s chin and forced the teacher to look him in the eyes. He said in a soft voice ‘don’t worry. An artist takes care of his muse.’

At the time, and even later when he remembered, Yuuto caught himself blushing. That’s not fair, he thought. Seiji-kun had the sly smile on his lips, but also had the glow in his eyes that mesmerized the teacher. It’s not fair to use both at the same time, Yuuto though, while lying in bed and stroking himself.

A week later, when the teacher worked hard on the newest cosplay to pose for Seiji-kun as soon as he could, the former student texted him to come to his apartment, with no makeup nor wig.

Why does he wants me to go? What’s he planning…? Is he… gonna take care of me? Given Seiji-kun’ personality, Yuuto already expected something that would make him embarrassed was coming. Could it be he has a cosplay for me? Or since there’s no wig and makeup, could be another party, like last time. The teacher would never admit, but he had caught himself wanting to dance with Seiji-kun again.

Half curious, half nervous, the teacher decided to go, and twenty minutes later, he was knocking on Seiji-kun’ door.

The former student answered quicker than usual, and given the smile on his lips, the teacher knew something was up at once. Five seconds later, Seiji-kun showed what it was. Lying against the table, there were two sets of cosplay. A one-piece red Chinese dress, black pants, two round hair ornaments and a purple parasol. Next to it was a black beanie with bat wings on its side, a small red top shaped like a bat, a small sort of shorts with a devil's tail and a pair of black and white knee socks.

Before hearing some sort of explanation, Yuuto’s cosplayer soul took over and he started examining the clothes. Both sets appeared store-bought, were rather well made and seemed a perfect representation of the characters at first glance, the colors didn’t matched the characters exactly.

“What’s wrong with them?” Seiji-kun sat on his stool and observed the teacher’s reaction. But when Yuuto circled the table thrice without saying anything, he couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

Yuuto squatted and looked at the cosplays closer, touching the fabric. “They don’t look bad, is just…” he had trouble finding words to describe. The colors weren’t the only fault.

“So you didn’t like any of them,” Seiji-kun said with a loud sigh. “I knew you’re proud and all, but never to this level. You’re nitpicking on purpose.”

“That has nothing to do with it,” the teacher replied standing up. “And besides, you know make my own cosplays, so why did you buy these? You could be patient for once and wait until I finish the next one.”

“It’s taking too long. I don’t have time to wait that much,” he said in his bossy way. Seiji-kun closed his eyes, breathed deep and then turned to the teacher. “I wanted to make a surprise for you.” The hint of honesty in his voice softened Yuuto a bit.

The teacher looked at the clothes again, trying to see past the insignificant flaws only he could see and imagine himself wearing them… “There’s nothing I can do. For my pride as a cosplayer, I’ll wear only my own,” he said, his shoulders dropping. When Seiji-kun looked at the ground, a pang crossed the teacher’s heart. After a whole week without seeing each other, Yuuto was ruining everything because of his pride. But this is for you too, Seiji-kun. I wanna be the very best muse for you, like no one ever was. “Unless you have another idea, you’ll have to wait.” If I can finish the cosplay today, we can have a session tomorrow.

“If I can find clothes that match your extremely high and unreasonable standards, will you pose right now?”

Yuuto’s instinct acted and the teacher narrowed his eyes. All this time with Seiji-kun had made him pick up the artist’s hidden words. He knew there was something behind them right now, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

He chose his answer carefully. “If the clothes representing the character has nothing that I can complain about, I’ll consider.”

Seiji-kun’ eyes suddenly shone and a smile popped on his lips. Oh no… I took the bait… Yuuto knew at once.

“Well…I do have two other options,” said the former student slowly. He stood up, walked to a room, came back with a small box, handed to the teacher and sat on the stool again. Seiji-kun watched with a smile and rubbing his hands, almost eager to see what Yuuto would do.

With no other choice, the teacher pulled the lid, looked inside… and then turned to Seiji-kun baffled.

The former student on the other hand beamed. “I know for a fact that you don’t find any fault with these clothes,” Seiji-kun said almost if he had done something amazing.

“Are you serious?” Yuuto finally managed to find words.

“Very.” The smug on Seiji-kun’ face was both cute and annoying to the teacher, but now the latter was stronger.

“I don’t remember ever saying something like that.” He tried keeping calm, but the anger was leaking out in his voice.

His smile grew. “Your exact words were ‘I do think our school female uniform is beautiful. The black and light blue and the pleated skirt are one of the best uniform I’ve seen’. And when I asked if you ever wanted to wear it, your answer was ‘I’m not a cross dresser, I’m a crossplayer. Please don’t mix them’.” Seiji-kun smile turned sly. “Which is weird, because you put on that dress to the wedding rather quickly.”

Yuuto blushed immediately and opened his mouth ready to reply… but nothing came out. He’s right, the teacher agreed unwillingly in his mind. He couldn’t just give in that easily though. “I… I… don’t remember saying that, but… if I ever did, then you already know I won’t wear it. I’m a cosplayer after all.”

“But what if I told you this is also cosplay?” He raised his eyebrows and brought the stool closer, the wheels scrapping on the floor.

“I… a… I… wouldn’t believe in you,” lied Yuuto. He knew Seiji-kun would tease and perhaps twist and hide the truth behind his words whenever it fit him, but never out lie like this. And yet the teacher said he didn’t believe his former student out of pride.

The former student didn’t seem to mind his former teacher doubted his words. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the conversation, almost if it was going according to his plans. “What if I can prove to you the school uniform is also a cosplay? Would you wear it for me right here, right now?”

Yuuto took a few steps back, trying to find a way out of the conversation. “Why are you insisting so much on this?”

Seiji-kun widened his eyes a bit and opened his mouth a bit, only to close a second later. He closed his eyes, pondering on the question for a second. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about seeing you in wearing our school uniform.”

Yuuto blushed again. That honest face is not fair! “I… I’m flattered… but that’s… not a cosplay…” the teacher insisted stubbornly. He liked the idea of Seiji-kun thinking about him. Yuuto himself had lost count of how many times he caught himself thinking about his former student, what he was doing, what he’d say about the cosplay he chose, if he’d like it… and still his pride made the teacher reject the thought of wearing the Hyouzan high school uniform.

With a smug on his face and no other word, Seiji-kun took out his phone, quickly tapped the screen and turned it to the teacher.

He had planned where this conversation would turn? Yuuto thought and sighed before turning his attention towards the screen.

It was an anime screenshot, the teacher could tell right away. The scene was set at a station and filled with generic characters, apart from the clearly main character with wild red hair. But no matter how much he looked at it, Yuuto couldn’t figure what Seiji-kun wanted to show him.

The former student seemed to notice that. “You can’t see?” he asked before touching the screen with his finger and thumb and zoom in the picture.

Only when it was so close it was impossible not to notice, Yuuto saw what Seiji-kun wanted to show him. There, in the background, almost invisible in the scene due the mains characters, were a few students from another school, and their uniform looked exactly like the one Seiji-kun gave to the teacher, one exactly like the girls’ uniform from Yuuto’s school.

“How… did you find these?”

“The internet. I have to thank those pesky otaku for this,” he said shaking the phone. “I threw Hyouzan School, anime and uniform on the net and after a lot, a lot of weird stuff,” he shook his head, “I found a forum where people said our uniform was used in an anime,” he finished with an air of superiority.

Yuuto had no words. He took the phone from Seiji-kun’ hand and stared the picture again. It’s… our uniform, he admitted to himself in defeat. “But it’s not a real cosplay,” he said aloud. The teacher wasn’t going give in that easily. Thanks to Seiji-kun’ conversation, he faintly remembered talking about the girls’ uniform once or twice, but even if he had cosplayed characters in school uniforms, he never once felt the desire to wear the one from his school.

“And why is that? It’s on an anime. Even if it’s just in the background, there’s a character wearing almost the same uniform.” Seiji-kun pressed on, closing the distance between them still sitting on the stool. “You said only characters from manga, anime and videogames, didn’t you?”

“Yes…” he agreed reluctantly, avoiding Seiji-kun’ eyes. They were too intense for the teacher. But something the former student said clicked on him. “It’s not the same uniform though. This also would hurt my pride as a cosplayer,” Yuuto said triumphantly.

“Is that so?” Seiji-kun narrowed his eyes a bit. “So bringing a character to life and bringing joy to others goes so far as some minor imperfections.” It wasn’t a question. “I never thought something this trivial would be enough to hurt your pride.”

The teacher could see it plainly that Seiji-kun was trying to manipulate him, so he chose his words carefully. “Perhaps pride would be too much, but I stand on what I said. I cosplay to bring joy to others and to myself. Wearing that cosplay, wearing our school uniform would bring joy to whom?”

“To me,” Seiji-kun answered shameless with a real smile.

The teacher almost blushed. That face isn’t fair, the thought crossed his mind again. “But we’re not here to entertain each other. We are here as artists. Muse and painter.” Friends and… Yuuto wanted to say, but even he wasn’t sure, so he kept to himself.

“You’re right.” The smile grew a bit smaller, and a lot slyer. “Then please, tell me what your limit as an artist is. You bring the characters to life, but does that include doing something the characters might do?”

“Yes.” The word came out of Yuuto’s mouth before he could stop them. “If it fits the character personality, I could do it,” since he couldn’t lie to Seiji-kun anyway, he added. I did it before, Yuuto thought, but he kept that to himself.

After his third of forth event, when Yuuto decided embrace cosplaying for real, his sister asked him to cosplay for a photo session as the main character of the manga Vampire Chevalier before she was revealed as a vampire herself. Yuuto accepted at once. And after some research, he knew many cosplayers did this sort of thing, he was thrilled to do it. It was a great way to start.

What he had no idea, what his sister kept quiet from him was the fact that Yuuto wasn’t going to do the photo shooting alone. After the teacher was already in the cosplay, a black school shirt with white details, a frilly black skirt, black knee socks and a brown shoulder length wig, Yuuka casually mentioned that she had invited a couple of people to help.

The people were two male cosplayers who in fact arranged the photo shooting because they were looking for someone to cosplay as the main character.

When he tried to back off, Yuuka manipulated him, mentioning about turning into the character and living her, to bring the media into life and many other thing he couldn’t remember. In the end, he posed, and it was one of the most embarrassing things he’d ever done in his life.

Almost a week later, when he saw the photos, his face became an alarming shade of red. One of the most embarrassing one was a pose where Yuuto lied down and the other cosplayers almost embraced him, one around the waist and the other on the chest. Another photo had them half lying down on top to Yuuto, whose shirt was splashed with water. And there was also a photo of them almost biting the teacher’s neck at the same time. He didn’t remember that scene on the anime nor the manga, but he knew it was something the main character would do.

It was only once or twice, and of course he had his limit, but if he denied right now, Seiji-kun would know immediately.

Fudging, the teacher had no idea how to get out. “Fine,” Seiji-kun said suddenly. “Then I’ll let go of this uniform and ask you to bring this character right here, right now.” Once again he pressed the screen of his phone, played with it for a moment and then turned it to Yuuto.

At first, the teacher didn’t know what he was looking… then a shiver took over him. He didn’t even see what Seiji-kun wanted to show him. He was more worried about the site. It was Yuuto’s own blog, or better yet, it was Yuuno’s blog.

“Seiji-kun… how… how did you find my… blog?” It was a stupid question, he knew once he said it.

“After you told me your name, how could I not look up?” he asked with the sly smile.

Yuuto gulped. One of the reasons he kept his artist’s name hidden was to prevent exactly this. He wasn’t ashamed of the blog or anything, but there was a few pictures there he’d rather the former student never knew. Mainly the ones where his sister had arranged.

“I must say, I never thought you’d pose like that with other men. Even I was a little embarrassed seeing those photos,” he said and avoided Yuuto’s eyes, his cheeks reddening slightly.

The teacher knew it was fake, but it didn’t stop him from blushing as well. “That was… that was…” Yuuto dropped his shoulders, “me… living the character,” he added in a low voice.

“With that in mind.” He showed the phoned again. “I’d like you to live this character.”

After a heavy sigh escaped from his lips, Yuuto turned his eyes at the screen again, and this time he immediately saw what Seiji-kun was so eager to show. It was a photo of the teacher cosplaying as Hayama Yuna. The character herself had nothing wrong, but her personality… Now the teacher regretted making that poll, asking the blog’s visitors to say what character they wanted Yuuno to bring next.

“I… I already cosplayed her for you…” He knew it wouldn’t work, but still he had to try.

“Oh, I remember, but at the time, you kept hiding about this character’s personality from me no matter how much I asked. Now that I have more information, I know why."

Yuuto gulped again. The so-called information Seiji-kun was probably talking about was the character's personality. Yuuto regretted making the poll because after it was decided, he looked her up. What he found was… unique. Hayama Yuna liked underwear. A lot. She wasn't a pervert or anything, but she loved panties and bras so much she started a club to help girls realize the importance of the right underwear. But the main thing about her was the fact that she never got embarrassed when the subject came up.

"I think you know what I want, don't you?" Seiji-kun asked in a soft voice.

Yuuto could tell what it was, but he still tried to find something to get him out of that situation. The teacher smiled. "Yes, I do know," he said it with such confidence Seiji-kun' smile grew smaller. "I'm a man and I do not go back on my words. If you want me to bring this character to life and pose in underwear, I will. But there's only one problem. To become her, I'd need a wig," he finished with a smug.

For a moment Seiji-kun had no reaction, and then his lips quivered. He bit them right away but when he covered his mouth with his hand, Yuuto knew something was up. After a while, the former student couldn't hold it anymore and let go a laugh, his voice echoing. When he finally stopped, he gestured to the table, pointing to the box with the school uniform.

Suspicious, the teacher picked up the box and took the jacket and the shirt out. Underneath was the pleated black and blue skirt. Yuuto looked at Seiji-kun, who encouraged him to keep going. With hesitating hands, the teacher pulled out the skirt from the box… and what was under it was a twin-tail brown colored wig… the same hairstyle as the character Hayama Yuna.

Yuuto was speechless. Seiji-kun on the other hand smiled like a kid. The teacher looked around, staring the store-bought cosplay, the school uniform in his hand and the wig on the box. "You did all this just to trick me?" Yuuto had no idea if he should feel angry, but he was so weary he simply gave up. Apparently teasing him was a greater entertainment for the former than he had thought.

"Believe me, it was worthy." He still had the smile, both on the lips and eyes.

Looking at that beaming face made the teacher sigh in defeat, and then he smiled too. "If you have time for this, you should use it to think about your future."

"I don't want to think about the future," he said, his smile vanishing for a moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Spending time with you is what I want to do now." When he looked at the teacher again, the smile was back, but it was smaller, and a bit sadder.

Yuuto wanted to talk more about the subject, but he knew Seiji-kun avoided the topic every time. From the beginning of the last school year, some of the faculty staff was worried because one of their most famous student, someone from that Akaishi Family, had no plans for his future. In the form, Seiji-kun wrote 'nothing particular' as goal. And when the teachers went to talk to him, it was the same as talking to a wall.

The last attempt was after the winter break, after Seiji-kun had found out about the cosplay. From that point, when everyone believed Yuuto was responsible for student’s comeback, the faculty insisted that he kept asking about the student’s plans.

Seiji-kun avoided the topic even with Yuuto. But as their relationship grew, the teacher realized the reason behind the student behavior. It wasn't because he was a spoiled brat like some of the teachers kept saying. It was due Seiji-kun’ grandfather.

Little by little, session by session Yuuto found out more about Seiji-kun. His grandfather became ill last September, around the same time when he broke up with ex-girlfriend.

But if he’s this happy, I guess his grandfather is even better. Last time the teacher heard, Seiji-kun had good news. His grandfather was out of the intensive treatment unit and was back to a private room.

Yuuto looked at his student, and an idea crossed his mind. He blushed at the thought of it, but it was worth trying. “If… if I do this,” he waved the wig, “you promise me we’ll talk about it?”

Seiji-kun was unreadable at first, and then his face softened. “Fine, fine,” he sighed. But when he opened his eyes again, he was smiling. “Then please let’s get started,” said the former student.

Tied by his own words, Yuuto went to the bathroom and came out five minutes later, wearing nothing but the wig, the black knee socks and a red-laced lingerie that was already waiting for him in the counter. “This is too much, even for the character,” he said dropping his shoulders.

Seiji-kun smiled. “I disagree. I think it suits you, I mean, the character perfectly.”

This was one of the few and rare times where Yuuto couldn’t tell if the former student’s smile was the genuine or the sly one. One thing the teacher had noticed was that both types were becoming harder to read with each day. Is it because he truly loves teasing me? But he had no time to ponder on the question, since Seiji-kun seemed impatience to start painting.

“Come on, lie down.” He gestured to the couch.

The teacher did as told, lying and waiting. After all this time, Yuuto had given up trying to pose according to Seiji-kun’ instructions. He wouldn’t end up as the former student imagined anyway, so Seiji-kun would simply put the teacher like in his head, almost like a figure doll.

Today wasn’t any different. Seiji-kun walked towards Yuuto and started placing the teacher’s hands, arms and legs the way he wanted without bothering to say anything.

Even if Yuuto was accustomed, he still felt somewhat weird. Seiji-kun’ touch always made him feel something, and despite knowing he shouldn’t, he didn’t want the touching to stop. His body reacted to this, the blood flowing where it shouldn’t.

But for some reason, today there was nothing. Seiji-kun’ touch was the same, completely focused on making Yuuto pose as in his head, and never trying to make the teacher embarrassed. Is he not that concentrated because he can’t stop thinking about his grandfather?

Finally the former student finished and sat on the stool and without a word.

Yuuto looked at the pose. Is this… really how he wants to paint me? The pose was rather simple, especially for an artist who loved making his subject blush like Seiji-kun. The teacher had one leg down and the other bend, covering the bulge made by his manhood. The arms were crossed and both hands covering the bra. It’s not tacky or anything, but… Yuuto didn’t know how to feel. To him, the poses the painter made him do were interesting, but only after the teacher saw the finish art, he realized the pose where marvelous. Perhaps it was Seiji-kun’ ability to make simple position look amazing, but the one Yuuto did right now didn’t think like it could turn out like the other.

Seiji-kun stared at Yuuto, his eyes completely immersed in concentration. The teacher gulped. That look always stirred him more than it should, especially considering the former student did it unknowingly. And it also made Yuuto blush. It was more effective than when Seiji-kun try to do it on purpose. But for some reason, he hadn’t noticed the effect.

Seiji-kun had barely picked up the brush when he rested it. “Something is missing,” he said, more to himself than to the teacher. Before Yuuto could say anything, he stood up, went to the fridge and when he walked back to the couch, he had an ice cube on his hand.

“What are you planning to do with that?” Yuuto asked, but he already had some idea.

Without a word, Seiji-kun licked the ice cube and squatted, bringing his face too close to Yuuto’s. The teacher looked away, and before he knew it, the former student was gently rubbing the ice cube on Yuuto, starting from the neck. Cold… the teacher thought, blushing.

But Seiji-kun either didn’t notice or care, and slowly came down the chest, taking his time circling around the bra. Yuuto’s nipples became hard and Seiji-kun’ hand stopped for a moment. He looked at Yuuto’s eyes raising an eyebrow. Now the teacher could tell it was the sly smile. “It’s cold,” he tried giving an excuse before the former student could say anything.

“Hum…” Seiji-kun continued to slide the cube on Yuuto’s belly, the sly smile still on his lips.

Yuuto breathed in and out slowly, trying to control his body’s impulses. But when Seiji-kun rubbed the cube down his legs, there was a stir down there he couldn’t hold. “It’s enough, don’t you think?” Yuuto blurted out, trying to take Seiji-kun’ attention away from the lower part of his body.

The former student looked at him, and then the cube was gone from Yuuto’ legs. Seiji-kun walked slowly to his stool, sat down and ate the ice while staring the teacher in the eye. Yuuto looked away and silence followed while the former student painted, but only for a little while.

“I told you, don’t change the pose just because you’re mad,” Seiji-kun repeated.

“I haven’t moved an inch,” Yuuto said in his defense. He hadn’t done anything, but still he breathed out, trying to relax. Though he wasn’t into it at the beginning, now he wanted to see what kind of paint the former student would create.

“How far will you live the character?” Seiji-kun asked suddenly, still moving his hand. Though he kept his eyes on the canvas, Yuuto could tell his mind was absent.

“How far?”

“I've been watching a few of the anime you cosplayed and I noticed some characters speak in a rather annoying way, so I was wondering if you also talk that way on conventions and contests,” his eyes left the canvas completely, looking at the teacher.

“Yes,” Yuuto answered after a while. Before conventions and events, the teacher would study the characters and practice, though trying to speak like them was harder than it seemed. “But don’t say it’s annoying. Many are cute,” he defended the characters he cosplayed, though he could understand what Seiji-kun was saying.

“Is that so?” he said, his eyes back at the canvas, the sly smile on the lips. “Then I’d like to see it now.”

“I refuse,” Yuuto said bluntly. But when the former student turned to him with a questioning look, he quickly added, “I need to practice before I can perform.” It was true, and Seiji-kun could tell. What Yuuto kept to himself was the fact that it was embarrassing. Once his sister caught him practicing, ending his sentences with a nyaa, like a cat. He didn’t want to hear that kind of laugh again.

The painter had barely moved the brush when he rested it once again. “I’ve never asked you about this, but how do you feel about having men pleasuring themselves looking at your pictures?” he asked casually.

“Why are you asking this now?” The completely sudden and embarrassing question caught the teacher off guard, and he blushed from ear to ear. He tried to calm down, but the subject always bothered him, ever since he started. His sister had advise him to let it go, that he couldn’t control what others did and that he should focus on the happiness he brought. "I do feel bad. Who wouldn’t?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Seiji-kun interrupted him. "I’d feel flattered my looks alone could pleasure someone,” he said with a normal face.

“In my case, it’s guys.” He wanted to shake his head to dismiss the idea, but that would break the pose, and as a muse, he wouldn’t do that. “In your case, it would be mostly girls, since you’re hot and all,” he blurted out. Only a second later he realized what he said, and blushed again.

“Is that what you think?” Seiji-kun said. Yuuto tried his best avoid looking at him, but still he could sense the smile on the former student’s lips.

No matter how much he tried to calm down, the teacher felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He tried his best to come up with another subject, but the former student was faster.

“I read about cosplayers who met their more excited fans. Have you ever met one?”

“No comment,” said the teacher. Under their unspoken agreement, Yuuto and Seiji-kun could ask anything to each other, and they had to be honest. Rather, Yuuto had to be, since the former student always knew if the teacher lied or not. When the teacher didn’t want to answer, he could say ‘no comment’ and Seiji-kun wouldn’t insist.

The reason he chose to say nothing was Yuuto didn’t want to relive that memory, when a fan of his trapped him in the girls restroom in a convention. The man said he was loved Yuuno ever since her fist event, and that all he wanted was to shake her hand. Yuuto allowed him, afraid something else could happen if he denied. But it did anyway. The fan was so happy and lost his mind, jumping on top of the teacher, licking him. If it wasn’t for a girl who had entered the restroom at the time and call the security, Yuuto had no idea what could happen next.

At least one good thing happened from that experience. After befriending the girl who saved him, they ended up going out after a few months. Her shocked, then impressed and then somewhat jealous face from the fact that her boyfriend could be cuter than her still made Yuuto smile when he remembered.

But the teacher had to be prepared. There was thing about refusing to answer one question. Every time Yuuto did that, there was a backlash; Seiji-kun’ follow up question was much more embarrassing. It was the former student’s way of showing his annoyance for being refused. Yuuto prepared himself for that, but Seiji-kun had touched sensitive topic, so the next question might be on the same topic, but worse.

“Have you ever pleasure yourself thinking about a man?” Seiji-kun follow up with an even more embarrassing question, as the teacher expected.

“NO COMMENT!” Yuuto knew at once that he had screw up. Not only he screamed, but he also could feel his entire face burning hot.

Even though he didn’t want to relive, the memory flooded his mind.

After that Monday, when Seiji-kun was still his student and had asked the teacher to be his muse, after trying pleasuring himself with no success, after Yuuto gave up common sense, he relived the memories of what had happened earlier that same day. The way Seiji-kun touched him, his nipples, his manhood… almost at once his member hardened. And he stroked it, his seed flowing rather quickly. But it wasn’t enough to rid his body of the hot flash, so he pleasured himself trice that night, always thinking about Seiji-kun and the way his cold hand touched him… And that night wasn’t the only one he did that.

Oh no… The memory were enough to wake a stir between Yuuto’s legs. No matter how he tried to think of something else, his thoughts ended up on Seiji-kun’ touch.

“Aren’t you talking much today?” Yuuto asked, desperate to take the attention away from himself. But the moment he spoke, he realized the truth behind his words.

Though they did talk, it was never this much. Only bits and pieces, but mostly before or after the session. Yuuto liked those talks a lot. Thanks to them, they learned a lot about each other, but what the teacher kept secret from the painter was that he preferred when they didn’t talk during the session. The sight of Seiji-kun painting was mesmerizing. The way his face became still, almost frozen in concentration, his eyes glowing with some sort of energy, his hands holding and moving the brush delicately, his breathing so slow Yuuto sometimes wondered if he was breathing at all… Yuuto had grown to love watching Seiji-kun painting.

But today, the teacher saw none of that.

The former student froze for a second, and then the brush was moving again, almost as if it nothing had happened. Yuuto noticed though. No matter if it was for a half a heartbeat, Yuuto had noticed. “No comment,” Seiji-kun said in an emotionless tone.

Then Yuuto realized it.

Behind all the excessive talk, behind all those cosplays he bought, behind all the teasing, behind all the restlessness… I’m such an idiot! The teacher screamed at himself in his head. How could I be so blind?

Before he realized himself, Yuuto had jumped from the couch, closed the distance between them in a heartbeat and had his arms around Seiji-kun’ head.

“What are you doing,” Seiji-kun’ voice came out muffled. He didn’t pull back, nor try to break the hug though.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner. I’m an idiot,” Yuuto said, hugging him tighter. Behind everything, there was one thing Seiji-kun tried to hide; pain. “Your grandfather… he’s got worse, didn’t he?” the teacher asked in a whisper.

Seiji-kun was completely still for a moment. “You can read me so well.” He tried laughing the matter off, but his voice died almost right away. For a long time, they stayed that way in silence, until the former student returned the teacher’s hug. “He’s in a comma,” Seiji-kun barely spoke. Then he trembled in Yuuto’s arms

Yuuto felt a pain in his heart. Seiji-kun… He didn’t know what the former student was to him, but he did know he wanted to help him. Not because Yuuto was a muse and Seiji-kun his artist, not because they were former teacher and student, but because Seiji-kun was important to him.

He didn’t know how he could help, so the only thing Yuuto did was hug tighter.

 

 

[phmmoura]

Chapter 6

 

 

Yuuto woke up drowsily and with a smile on his lips. He tried opening his eyes, but the eyelids were too heavy. Yawning, he rubbed them and finally managed to open them just a bit. I don’t know this ceiling, he thought as he focused on it. The thought lingered in his mind for a moment and then he dismissed it. He was too happy to care.

The teacher scratched his chest and realized the shirt he wore was too loose. This isn’t mine. He tried thinking, but again he shrugged the thought off after a second.

He stretched his arms, but he stopped after a second. His lower back pained him. Did I fall or something? He tried remembering while massaging the place, but his mind refused to work. For some reason, he was too happy to think.

Yuuto tossed languidly on the mattress. This isn’t my bed… it’s too comfortable, he thought. It feels like I’m in a cloud… his smile grew and he also dismissed the thought, his hands looking for the covers.

But while his hands searched, he found something else. Something breathing. He turned his head and his fuzzy vision focused on a tangle of black hair.

Yuuto wasn’t alone on the bed that wasn’t his.

At once the sleepiness went away, his eyes widening. Why, why, why is Seiji-kun here? He looked around, finally noticing where he was. Why am I on Seiji-kun’ bedroom? With his mind at full speed now, Yuuto realized, blushing, that the shirt he wore belonged to his former student.

How, how, how… even his mind couldn’t form a question. Part of him vaguely remembered something about taking off his shirt. Probably because the cosplay, Yuuto thought, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t remember how he ended up wearing Seiji-kun’ shirt. Ah, damn it! He screamed in his mind, messing his hair out of frustration.

He turned to his former student once more. It’s the first time I see his sleeping face… Now I get why he likes doing this, he thought, remembering that Seiji-kun had seen the teacher sleeping on a few occasions. The slightly open lips that usually had a smile on it, the cheeks, the nose, the face that seemed innocent… he’s too cute. Before the teacher realized it, there was a smile on his lips and he gently stroke Seiji-kun’ hair. A second later, Yuuto shook his head and pulled the hand back. Now isn’t the time for this! What happened last night?

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Seiji-kun again. Only now he noticed the man lying beside him was shirtless. Yuuto’s eyes looked down at the shirt he wore. It’s just a coincidence… right? We didn’t… nothing happened… I’d remember. Yes, if something like that happened, there is no way I’d forget, he said to himself over and over.

But no matter how many times he thought, he couldn’t shake the feeling. Half needing to see to calm his mind, half-curious, his hand slowly pulled the dark blue silk sheet they shared up… and then he put it back on its place, his eyes widening.

Seiji-kun was completely naked underneath the blanket.

Yuuto’s mind refused to accept. Was he really naked? Rich people like to wear weird underwear… his family company does makes underwear… It’s just to confirm, he said to himself. The teacher lifted the blanket again, this time forcing himself to look at it, his eyes widening again. After a long look, he let the sheet down.

Yuuto cheeks reddened a second later. It’s… bigger than mine… was the first thought that crossed his mind, along with a déjà vu feeling. I bet he knows how to use it… Wait, it’s not time to think about Seiji-kun’ member! Did something happen between us or not?

Yuuto messed his hair again and tried his best to remember what happened last night, without disturbing the cute man sleeping by his side.

Yuuto didn’t know for how long they hugged. All he cared was finding a way to cheer Seiji-kun, but he had no idea. All he could do was feel the warm coming from his former student and try to convey some of his feelings through his arms.

After a long time, one of them broke the hug. The moment they stepped away from each other, Seiji-kun cleaned his face hurriedly with the hands. Though he tried to hide it, the teacher saw the red in his eyes.

Yuuto pretended he didn’t see. “How about we finish the painting?” he proposed with a smile.

Seiji-kun blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes and then took a deep breath. “Yes. Let’s do it,” he said a bit too loud, forcing a smile on his lips.

The teacher turned towards the couch, and then the lights went out. Even in complete darkness, Yuuto looked up out of reflex.

“A blackout.” The teacher could hear the irritation on Seiji-kun’ voice.

Yuuto pictured the apartment in his mind; he had been there so many times it was easy. After a second, he walked to the window and pulled the curtains open. The entire city was a sea of darkness, saved by a few dots of lights here and there. That was all he could see with the storm raging outside. “It’s amazing we didn’t hear a thing,” the words escaped from his mouth before Yuuto knew.

Seiji-kun walked next to him and tapped the glass with a finger. “Soundproof,” he said, pulling his phone out. “Apparently the storm suddenly changed direction an hour ago. The government is advising to stay inside until it passes.” He turned to Yuuto. “Guess we’re spending the night just the two of us. What can an artist and his muse alone do in the dark all night long?” His tone was much brighter and in the tiny light provided by the phone, the sly smile was back on his lips.

Yuuto only half listened though, all his thoughts on his sister and grandparents. Wasn’t Yuuka working at a friend’s house? Is she still there? Hope she’s all right… How about grandma and grandpa? Is the storm there too? Before he could think about anything else, the screen of his phone shone like a spotlight in the dark. Yuuto raced to the table where it was and stared at the screen. It was Yuuka, and it wasn’t the first time she called him. Four missed calls? Why did I put it on mute? He thought while pressing the button and bringing the phone to his ear.

“Hey little brother,” she said before he could say anything. “Are you alright? I called home, but I guess yer not there.” Her voice sounded sluggish.

“I’m fine, but I don’t think I can get home today.” He looked at the dark sea. Though there was no sound, somehow the winds seemed stronger. “How about you? Are you still at master’s?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. We’re all fine,” Yuuto heard other voices cheering in the background. “The lights here went out half hour ago, so master proposed a drinking game. Am I winning, guys?” There was a loud yes and Yuuto moved the phone away from his ear. “I won’t be getting home either. I just talked with grandpa. The storm isn’t strong there, but the entire village took shelter at the school just to be safe. Apparently, grandma’s loving it. She’s drinking with her friends, saying it reminds her of school fieldtrips.”

Yuuto imagined for a second his grandma talking and drinking with her friends, like she did many Sundays while he was a kid and then sighed in relief. Thank the gods everyone’s all right. “I’ll call them right now.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll call them and tell yer fine.” Yuuto heard a big gulp. “Where are you anyway? At your boyfriend’s?”

It took Yuuto a few seconds to process his sister’s words. When he finally did, his eyes widened and he turned away. He was hiding his red cheeks from Seiji-kun even in the dark. “What did you say, sister? I couldn’t hear you…” he trailed off, hoping the drunk Yuuka had misspoken. She’s just drunk, right? There’s no way she knows about Seiji-kun… right? He gulped.

“I asked if yer at your boyfriend’s apartment.” She hiccupped, burped and there was silence for a moment. “I’m asking if yer at Seiji-kun’.”

He didn’t know why, but Yuuto felt the room grow quieter. The teacher gulped again and his mind try thinking. His head was a blank. Out of nowhere, Yuuto felt a breathing down his neck.

“Is that Yuuka?” Seiji-kun whispered on the teacher’s ear. “Let me talk to her.”

Yuuto turned and flushed even more. Seiji-kun was right behind him. Too close! He thought, covering the phone with his free hand. It was too late though.

“Is that him? Guys, he’s really there,” she said to someone else and Yuuto heard giggling on the background. “Let me talk with him. If he’s gonna date my little brother, he needs to know the rules.”

The teacher widened his eyes and placed a hand on the former student’s chest, pushing him away. “Yu-Yuuka… I don’t k-know where you got… that idea… b-but we’re not… he’s not my… you know…”

“I don’t get what yer saying. He’s not yer what?” For some reason, her voice didn’t sound drunk anymore; it was full of excitement. The background noise had ceased and it was a dead silence now. Did she put me on speaker?

Yuuto glanced at Seiji-kun. It was impossible to look at his face without thinking what his sister had just said now. The teacher blushed and went to a corner, placing a hand over his mouth. “He’s not my… boyfriend,” he whispered. Just saying the word was enough to make his face burn hot.

His sister on the other hand laughed. “Sure, sure. When you say it like that, I totally believe you,” she laughed again, and the voices on the background did the same. “Give my best to Seiji-kun. He sounds hot.”

He gritted his teeth and held back his immediate reply. “Since you seem all right, I better turn off my phone. To save battery.” Yuuto already had enough of that conversation.

“Ah, come on, don’t be mad. I’m just making sure my little brother is safe and sound,” she said. “Before yer off to spend a night alone in the dark with yer friend and personal artist, can I give you a piece of advice?” suddenly she was serious.

“What is it?” Even taken aback a bit by the sudden change in her tone, Yuuto said louder than he wished.

Yuuka cleared her throat loudly. “Since yer the uke, make sure Seiji-kun uses protection.”

His sister’s laugh was the last thing Yuuto heard before ending the call.

“Why did you do that?” Before the teacher realized, Seiji-kun was standing behind him again. “I wanted to talk with your sister for a bit.”

“I, I, I…” Yuuto was struggling with words and still blushing when he remembered something. “How come you know her? How come she knows you?” Though he wanted to know, his real intentions was taking the attention away from him. Why does she thinks you’re my… boyfriend… that question stayed with him. Even in his mind, he could barely think without his face reddening.

“Ah, that?” Seiji-kun shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Remember the wedding? When you used my phone to call her?”

“Yes…” Yuuto was starting to understand.

“Well, after you fell asleep on my couch, she called my number worried about you. Didn’t I tell you?” He said smiling.

And you both keep quiet? What did you two talk? Oh no… does my sister knows… everything? Oh no… Against his will, he relived everything that happened between them… when Seiji-kun was still his student and fondled the teacher… when he almost pleasured Yuuto… their almost kiss at the wedding… If she knows… it’s amazing she kept quiet all this time… But now… He didn’t want to imagine what she’d say now that the secret was out.

“No, you did not tell me,” Yuuto said at last, trying to put his anger on his voice.

“Guess I forgot. My bad.” The smile on his face suggested he forgot just to see the teacher’s reaction. “Is your sister okay?”

“Yes, she’s fine. Thank you for asking,” Yuuto blurted out, his mind still thinking about his situation.

“Thank the gods. You were blushing so much I thought something might have happened.” Seiji-kun beamed in relief.

Yuuto gulped. How can you change from smiles so quickly? That face’s not fair! The teacher was weak against that. He rubbed his eyes with both hands. Now that Yuuka had revealed she knew, Yuuto wouldn’t get out of the embarrassing talk. But at the moment, he had to leave the situation with his sister for later. Now his focus should be on Seiji-kun. Unfortunately for him, the word boyfriend still ringed in his mind. Damn it, Yuuka. Now I can’t get it out of my head!

“Is everything okay?” In the dim light provided by the phone, Yuuto could see Seiji-kun leaning in closer.

The teacher needed some time to sort his mind. And with any luck, calm down. “I… I… I need to change clothes!” he blurted out the moment the excuse popped in his head. I’m safe!

Yuuto pictured the apartment and where everything was again and dashed to the bathroom. In the middle of the living room, he hit something where nothing should be and fell along with whatever it was.

Trying to find a place to put his hand, he touched a sticky liquid. When the teacher smelled, he realized he had bumped the canvas. He had forgotten the easel and the stool. “My back…” Yuuto complained, rubbing his lower back.

“Did you trip on my easel?” Seiji-kun’ voice came from somewhere in the dark. Even then Yuuto could feel the mocking tone. “Where are the watercolors?” He looked for a moment and found Yuuto’s belly. Seiji-kun felt it for a moment and his finger went to the teacher’s bellybutton after a second, playing with it.

“Stop that!” Yuuto tried pushing the hand away and move at the same time. He ended up rolling on the watercolors. “Look what you did! You got me all sticky!” Seiji-kun laughed loudly. Only then Yuuto realized what he had said and blushed. He thanked the darkness for hiding his face.

“Sorry, sorry,” the former student finally said when he stopped laughing.

“Don’t move.” Yuuto stood up, but his foot was slippery and when he took a step, he fell. Seiji-kun held him just in time. “Thank you.”

“You need to get out of these dirty clothes. You need to be clean for the rest of the night.” And why is that? Yuuto thought, but held his tongue while Seiji-kun helped him standing up. “I took a shower before you got here, so the water should still be good.”

“…Thanks,” Yuuto said it again. He knew there was something behind Seiji-kun’ words, but the former student was right; the teacher couldn’t spend the night like that. He proceeded to the bathroom, this time cautious with every step.

Even if he had been there many times, it was impossible to know where everything was in the complete darkness. I should’ve brought my phone, Yuuto thought, scratching his head with the clean hand. Should I ask Seiji-kun to bring it? He dismissed the idea after considering for a moment. He didn’t want the former student to see his face right now; the teacher still felt his cheeks burning. Why did he do that…? His hand went to the bellybutton, remembering how Seiji-kun played with it.

By touch, he managed to find the sink and the tap, cleaning his hand and his arm as best he could, but it wasn’t enough. Am I really gonna take a shower now? Though Yuuto had been a muse for a little over two months, it would be the first time he would shower at his artist’s home. Maybe a cold shower will help...

Yuuto undressed the panties and bra, throwing them on top of Seiji-kun’ dirty clothes, and went to the bath area. He looked for the stool, soap and shampoo. It’s kinda relaxing taking a shower in the dark, he thought as he watered his head. He had almost finished cleaning himself and was washing away the soap when he heard the bathroom door opening. His hand stopped moving and he slowly turned to the sound.

“Are you done?” Seiji-kun’ voice came through the glass partition.

“W-why are you here?” Yuuto finally managed to say something. Why didn’t I lock the door?

“You got me dirty when you fell. And I’m all sweaty from cleaning everything, so don’t I need a shower too?”

Even if he couldn’t see, Yuuto knew Seiji-kun had a smile on his lips. “Can’t you wait until I’m done?” Even if he tried suppressing it, there was a hint of desperation in his voice.

“Sorry, no can do. There’s only water for one more bath.” There was some light with him, and Yuuto could see his shaky shadow taking the shirt off. “Besides, it’s been a while since I showered with someone. I can wash your back,” he said happily and then opened the partition.

“I already washed it,” Yuuto said, blushing. For some reason he didn’t know, he half turned to hide his body, though he kept stealing glances at Seiji-kun.

While holding the phone in one hand and the towel in the other, it was hard not staring at Seiji-kun’ manhood, especially when the former student made no effort to hide it. “Why are you so nervous?” Seiji-kun asked tilting his head. He place his phone on a corner, creating a sort of dim shadow over the room. “It’s not like you haven’t showered with guys before. Or is this your first time with another guy? Am I gonna take your fist time?” Suddenly Seiji-kun seemed excited and now Yuuto confirmed he was really smiling.

“Of course I’ve showered with other guys!” he blurted. But no man has made me feel nervous like you do! He screamed in his head, but held his tongue. Calm down Yuuto! Down let yourself be caught by his words!

“Okay, okay. Though I have to admit I’m a bit sad I’m not your first man.” He dropped his shoulders exaggeratedly, then took a deep breath and gave Yuuto the sly smile. “If you’re done, then you can wash my back,” Seiji-kun said standing next to Yuuto.

Yuuto quickly turned his head. Close! Too close! He didn’t know if the former student was doing on purpose or not, but Seiji-kun’ manhood was inches away from the teacher. Despite his willpower, Yuuto kept stealing glances again. It’s… bigger than mine… he thought, suddenly dejected.

Thanking the dim darkness for hiding his burning cheeks, Yuuto wrapped the towel around his waist and when Seiji-kun watered himself, the teacher washed the former student’s back.

They’re... rather small... Yuuto thought. Although Seiji-kun was only bit taller than he was, the teacher always felt his presence overwhelming. Normally he’s so sure of himself, but the truth he’s just a child… a child that’s in pain. Yuuto held the impulse to hug him. After everything, the teacher forgot that he wanted to make Seiji-kun feel better. I wished this was enough, he though, but he knew it wasn’t. What can I do to help him?

Make sure Seiji-kun uses protection. Out of nowhere his sister voice echoed in his mind, and his manhood reacted, hardening. His hands flew to hide it. “It’s enough!” His voice came out high-pitched. Did he notice? He looked desperate at the man he wanted to cheer up.

Luckily Seiji-kun didn’t notice at all. He washed the rest of his body while whistling and then he stood up, turning to Yuuto. “Let’s get in the tub,” he said with a smile.

The teacher turned his head to the tub, more to avoid looking at Seiji-kun’ manhood than anything. Stop prancing that on my face! “I doubt it fits two people…” Despite the tub being much bigger than the one in his house, Yuuto hoped it couldn’t fit.

“Don’t worry, I already know it does,” Seiji-kun said with confidence.

It was meant as a joke, which he was already used to, and yet Yuuto felt a little pang in his heart. He’s talking about Amira-kun... or those other girls. From time to time, when he caught himself thinking about Seiji-kun, the teacher remembered the comments about the ‘parade of girls’ his former student had after he broke up with his ex. And for some reason, it bothered him every time.

Before Yuuto could refuse, however, Seiji-kun pulled him into the tub and they sat facing each other. “This is great. Being in hot water in this cold,” the former student said with a genuine smile.

It’s good, indeed, Yuuto agreed, but he kept quiet. While Seiji-kun seemed to be enjoying the bath, humming with his eyes closed, Yuuto could not enjoy. His sister’s voice ringed in his ear.

The teacher hid half his face under water, never taking his eyes from Seiji-kun. How would he feel if he knew what’s going on in my head? Would he feel grossed? Yuuto tried imagining a bit. No, he conclude after a second. Seiji-kun would be flattered and somehow twist these weird feelings to make me embarrassed… But what would he do? The image of them almost kissing at the wedding popped in his mind, and he blushed lightly.

This wasn’t the first time Yuuto thought about their almost kiss. He was glad it didn’t went beyond that. At the time, they were still teacher and student. As an educator, he’d feel awful if he did something like that. But at the same time, a big part of him wished they hadn’t been interrupted. Would that end up just a kiss… or our relationship could be more than what’s right now? If we had kiss… would he be my boyfriend now…? Would I want that? Yuuto himself had no idea.

Suddenly dizzy, the teacher stood up, the water spilling from the tub. “I think this is my limit,” he said in a weary voice. Yuuto dried himself, wrapped the towel around his waist and got out of the bath area before Seiji-kun could say anything.

In this area, the phone’s light didn’t shine, so he used his hands to find the counter, where his clothes were. After a few seconds touching around, he found it. With his hands on the surface, he felt the marble… and ended up pushing his clothes into the sink with a splashy sound. Oh no… Suddenly nervous, he moved his hands… and realized the sink was full.

“Damn it!” Yuuto pulled his clothes as fast as he could, but it was too late.

“What’s wrong?” Seiji-kun calm voice came a second before the partition opened.

“I dropped my clothes on the sink… Why is it full of water?” he asked, shaking his completely wet clothes.

“Did you pull the plug after you washed your hands?” Yuuto thought about it for a moment and then cursed himself. “I’m sorry for you.” The teacher could feel there was no apologizes in his former student’s tone.

“Even my underwear is wet…” Yuuto complained, more to himself than to Seiji-kun. There was a muffled laugh from his former student, but the teacher ignored it, squeezing boxers. There was no way he could wear it tonight.

Seiji-kun moved a bit and then shone the light from his phone on the mirror, walking to the teacher’s side. He watched the damped boxers for a moment and then a pair of red panties showed up in front of Yuuto. “Guess you’ll have to wear this,” he whispered in the teacher’s ear with the sly smile.

He looked at it for a moment, and then sighed. I can’t catch a break, he thought while taking and wearing it. “I can’t wear only underwear all night…”

“Don’t worry,” Seiji-kun said, suddenly excited. “You still have many options!”

Yuuto understood what he meant immediately. “I won’t spend the night in cosplay.”

“Then I can lend you some of my clothes, though I think, I think they might be a little too big for you,” Seiji-kun said while putting his own clothes on.

For some reason, the image of himself wearing nothing but Seiji-kun’ shirt popped into Yuuto’s mind. His cheeks reddened at once. That’s like wearing your boyfriend’s shirt after making love! He covered his face to hide his cheeks and rubbed them, pretending to think. “You’re… right. It’s too big…” he managed to say.

“Then there’s only one option, apart from the cosplays you rejected mercilessly.” He raised his eyebrows.

This time it took Yuuto a second to understand… and then he sighed again. “Fine, fine. There’s nothing I can do anyway.” Despite the hot shower, it was already getting chilly.

Seiji-kun beamed. “Wait here. I’ll get the uniform.” And he left.

Yuuto looked at his clothes again and lowered his head. It’s like there’s some invisible force making everything go wrong for me.

Seiji-kun came back with the uniform in hand a few moments later. I can’t believe I’m really gonna wear my own school uniform. Yuuto took a deep breath and put on the skirt. It’s surprisingly long, though it still shows more than it should, he thought as he looked at the uncovered area above his knee.

Despite his complains and refuses, he found himself intrigued and looked himself in the mirror. With a knee high black sock, it might make a wonderful cosplay. He had to hold the impulse to twirl around. He usually did that to check the risk of exposing his manhood, but he couldn’t do it with Seiji-kun next to him somewhat regretting that fact, Yuuto grabbed the shirt and realized it was too big for him. Raising his eyebrow and the shirt, the teacher looked at his former student.

“Some paint fell on the shirt and jacked, so I decided the shirt from my uniform would be perfect. You know, to match,” he said it casually, but the teacher saw his lips quivering slightly.

Yuuto opened his mouth… but then closed it, taking a deep breath instead. An invisible force indeed… he thought while putting on the shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror again. Thought it was big, he could still see the hem of the pleated black and blue skirt, but only if he raised his shoulders. If he relaxed and stood normally, it looked like he wore nothing underneath. The boyfriend shirt… this time Yuuto didn’t blush; he was too tired for that.

Seiji-kun’ lips quivered even more, but he did his best to hold the laugh. “It looks erotic,” he said.

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Yuuto lied and got out of the bathroom before Seiji-kun said anything else.

“Are you hungry?” Seiji-kun followed the teacher. Yuuto shook his head; he ate less than a couple hours ago, on his way to here. “I am,” the former student said and went to the fridge. “Damn… there’s nothing… oh, I forgot I had this.” He took something out.

In the dim darkness, Yuuto couldn’t see what Seiji-kun was holding, so he got closer. “You can’t. I won’t allow,” the teacher said in a firm voice when he saw the wine bottle. “You’re a minor.”

Seiji-kun seemed puzzled, and it wasn’t the fake expression he sometimes used. “You’ve seen me drink before.” It wasn’t a question.

“The wedding was different. Do you really think I’d let you drink like this?” He tried taking the bottle, but Seiji-kun raised his arms, taking the wine out of Yuuto’s reach. “As an educator, I won’t let you drink,” he said it. Damn it! Why is he that tall? He thought. They struggle for a moment, and their faces became close. They stared into each other’s eyes, the bottle forgotten for a heartbeat.

They both blushed and Yuuto took a step back. “Then you drink it,” Seiji-kun said with a sly smile.

“Why would I?”

“Because if you don’t, I will.”

“Fine, give it to me then. I’ll drink it some other time.” I bet Yuuka would love this, though I might as well try. Knowing Seiji-kun, it must be expensive.

Seiji-kun narrowed his eyes. He was still for a moment… and suddenly he went to the window, opened it. The wind howling outside, but he ignored it. He pulled the cork, threw it and closed the window again.

Yuuto was baffled for a second and then ran to the window. “Why you did that?” he said, trying following the cork with his eyes, but he couldn’t even see it anymore.

“Now you must drink it right away.”

“And why is that?” Yuuto sighed; he was too tired to get angry.

“It’ll go bad if you leave it without the cork.” Seiji-kun said.

“Then just throw it out.”

“This bottle costs around one hundred thousand yen.”

The teacher eyes suddenly widened. How much? He knew nothing about wine, so he couldn’t tell if that was true or not. He knew about his former student though, enough to tell if he was lying or not, but this time he couldn’t say. “Why are you trying this much to get me drunk?”

Seiji-kun thought for a moment, his face unreadable. “Better doing something than nothing,” he shrugged.

Suddenly Yuuto understood. He’s trying to avoid talking about the future… An idea crossed the teacher’s mind and he turned his palm to Seiji-kun. “You’re right.” The former student narrowed his eyes again, but he handed the bottle. Yuuto shook it a bit. There’s around a third left. Thanks to all the nights going out for to drink with Sawa-chan, this much wasn’t nowhere near enough to get him drunk. “There’s a condition. I’ll drink every time you answer a question.”

Seiji-kun’ face became unreadable. He barely seemed to breathe while considering his former teacher’s proposal. After some time, he opened his eyes. “Let’s do it.” He went to the cabinets, and grabbed six small glasses. It was the same as the ones on the wedding, the shots of tequila. Yuuto recognized them and then stared at Seiji-kun, his eyes widened. “My brother-in-law forgot them here,” he said, his face serious.

Yuuto saw through him immediately. “If we’re gonna play this, you can’t lie.”

Seiji-kun breathed out slowly. “Fine. I promise.” He sat on the floor, rested his phone on the table and organized the glasses in front of him. Yuuto handed him the bottle and he filled them, not wasting even a drop.

“You seem used to this…” Yuuto said.

Seiji-kun scratched his head for a moment and then let out a big sigh. “I did this a lot back then… but that was before I…” He left the sentence in the air.

The teacher could tell Seiji-kun was telling the truth, but he still wanted to hear the rest. Before what? Before me? Before we got to know each other? He wanted to ask, but he couldn’t use a question for this.

Yuuto sat on the floor, facing Seiji-kun and the drinks. The former student raised one glass. “You own me a drink.”

Yuuto accepted the wine shot, but didn’t drink it. “That wasn’t a question.”

Seiji-kun bit his lips for a moment. “Fine. Then ask.”

Even though he already knew the answer, Yuuto needed a starting point. “Do you have any future goals? Anything at all?”

“No. Not at all. Now drink.” The artist answered almost immediately.

“Seiji-kun…” Yuuto stared into his eyes. The former student avoided the teacher’s look, but after a second, he looked back.

“I’m serious… Right now, I can’t see myself doing anything…” He looked the floor. “I don’t have anything that I love to do. I… I wished I had something like you have.”

Seiji-kun… Yuuto drank the wine in one gulp and lined the glass along the others, facing down.

The former student widened his eyes a little and then the smile returned to his lips. “You seem used to this.”

“If you ever go out with Sawa-chan, you’ll see this is nothing,” Yuuto said, though I’ve never drank wine shots. The drink wasn’t unfamiliar with him, but drinking it in one gulp made him a bit lightheaded. He shook his head and blinked a couple times, concentrating.

Seiji-kun noticed, and offered another shot. “Next question.”

“You seem awfully excited now,” Yuuto said, accepting the drink. “I know you’re not on good terms with your family, but they don’t care that you have no plan at all? Not even your sister?”

The painter picked up another shot and offered. “Two questions, two shots.”

Yuuto didn’t move. “It’s only one question.” He left the drink hanging, holding his stare.

There was a long silence and finally Seiji-kun lowered the glass. “My father’s too busy running the company. I think the last time I saw him was at the wedding and even then he never mentioned my future. My mother says I should stop acting like a child, go to college and graduate in business school to, as she says, help the company,” he scoffed. “If she knew me just a little, she’d know I suck this kind of stuff and probably would ruin the company. Besides, that’s my older brother’s future. He’s on the path to inherit the Red Stone Company and make it even bigger… that is if he can wait that long. He’s so ambitious I’m surprise he hasn’t tried to take over the company yet.”

Yuuto couldn’t help but chuckle. Seiji-kun’ description matched the image of the man he met at the wedding perfectly, all business and ambition. “He has never said anything about your future?”

“All he says is to not embarrass the family,” Seiji-kun said, shaking his head.

“And what about your sister?”

“We hang out and talk and stuff… but we rarely have a serious conversation.” He looked at the floor. “Ever since grandpa… ever since then, we avoid talking about my future,” Seiji-kun said in a low voice.

I guess they aren’t as close as I thought… After meeting her at the wedding, and after hearing Seiji-kun tales about what she did to him growing up during their sessions, Yuuto believed the siblings were just as close as he and Yuuka were. Guess I was wrong… He brought the glass to his lips and turned it over his mouth.

This time he didn’t wait, picking another one. “You say you don’t see yourself doing anything, but don’t you like painting? You’re so good you could become an artist.” Though I hope you don’t leave my side, Yuuto thought, but left those words in his heart.

Seiji-kun showed a tiny smile. “You’re the second person to tell me this,” he said. He rubbed his face slowly and closed his eyes. “I think I told you before, but I don’t like painting. I like painting you. For some reason, every time I look at you, it stirs my mind in so many ways I feel the need to pick up the brush… But I never felt this with anything else. Nor anyone else, even Amira.” They stared at each other’s eyes in complete silence. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this.”

Seiji-kun… Yuuto drank the shot. I only have three more questions now… he thought about them carefully. “What… what…” he hesitated. Don’t back down now. It’s for Seiji-kun’ own good. The teacher took a deep breath. “What kind of man you think your grandfather wants you to be?”

This time the silence was a long and heavy one, each second stretching. They stared at each other, Seiji-kun’ face completely unreadable. Yuuto could see the pain in those eyes though, but held his stare. It’s for his own good, he said to himself again, trying to drive away the pang in his own heart for hurting someone he cared about.

Seiji-kun looked down. “I don’t know.” Yuuto knew he wasn’t just avoiding the question. The teacher could see his former student truly had no idea. “Grandpa was like my dad, always thinking about his job, but there was a big difference. Grandpa born after the war, and he grew up thinking how he could change the lives of the people around him for the better. When he had the power, he created many charities and donated a lot. But after grandma died, he changed. He started saying there was more to life than money. ‘I give food and clothes for the body, but what can I give to a soul?’ he started saying. After that, he spent his retirement encouraging people to read, to practice sport, martial arts, to create art…” Seiji-kun rubbed his eyes, hiding his tears. After a while, he looked back at the teacher. “He was the first person to say I should be an artist,” he ended with a genuine, but small, smile.

Seiji-kun… Yuuto wanted to cry, wanted to hug him, to comfort him right now. But he held himself. I can’t… not yet. He had to ask another question, one that Seiji-kun wasn’t ready to hear. But I have to… I have to ask him to see his future self in a world without his grandfather. Yuuto himself couldn’t see that. If it was my own grandpa…

Yuuto drank the shot and picked up another. He opened his mouth, but the words never came out. Come one… it’s for his own good! He said to himself again, ignoring the pain in his own heart. “Seiji-kun… can you—”

Before he could finish, the former student reached out, grabbed the glass from Yuuto’s hand, and drank the wine shot himself.

Yuuto widened his eyes for a moment, and then a second later a weary smiled appeared on his lips. Guess this is the limit… He wanted to ask, but he knew his former student too well. He took a deep breathes.

Even though Yuuto barely drank, the wine had made him more lightheaded than he thought it would. Shaking his head, he looked at the floor. There’s still one glass left. What can I do with one more question? He picked up and looked at Seiji-kun, who was playing with the shot glass in his hand.

A thought crossed his head and out of impulse, Yuuto drank the shot. “How do you feel about me?” he blurted out.

Seiji-kun tilted his head, his cheeks slightly pink. Yuuto couldn’t tell it was from embarrassment or not. He smiled. “Before that, you owe me an answer,” he said, knocking the glasses aside and leaning in closer. He stared Yuuto right in the eyes. “I want to kiss you.”

Yuuto’s mind went blank, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. “That’s not a question,” he said.

Seiji-kun closed his eyes and his lips met Yuuto’s.

Yuuto widened his eyes and then closed them, kissing Seiji-kun back.

The former student gently pushed the teacher on the floor, and his tongue was inside Yuuto’s mouth. The teacher wrapped his arms around Seiji-kun’ neck.

“Seiji-kun,” Yuuto said when the former student parted their lips and kissed the teacher on the neck. “Is this happening because you want to… or because of something else?” The words came out before he could stop them. Why am I ruining the moment? He didn’t mean to ask, but his mouth seemed to have a will of its own.

Seiji-kun stopped kissing him for a moment and stared the teacher in the eyes again. “Does it matter?” he said slowly.

It does, it totally does… and it doesn’t. Yuuto pulled Seiji-kun closer and kissed him. He dreamt of this for so long, and even if he denied to himself, his body didn’t; he still woke up with his manhood hard because of those dreams, because of Seiji-kun. Even if it was just for one night, he wanted this… he wanted to be one with Seiji-kun.

Seiji-kun kissed him back, and then stopped. “Let’s take this to my room,” he whispered in the teacher’s ear…

So that’s what happened! Yuuto’s entire face became an alarming shade of red and he covered with his hands. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the embarrassment. The teacher couldn’t make it go away, neither could he make the smile he had disappear.

Yuuto looked at Seiji-kun through his fingers. Even after all we did, he can make such innocent face, the teacher thought. Before he noticed, he was running his hand gently on Seiji-kun’ head, all the memories coming back to him.

Seiji-kun kissing him, carrying him, unbuttoning the shirt. Seiji-kun kissing Yuuto on the lips, on the neck, the chest, kissing the nipples until they were hard, kissing the belly and then down there. Yuuto remembered the weird sensation of Seiji-kun’ finger wet with lubricant inside him, and then how it became strangely better when he slipped the second finger in.

Yuuto remembered how they faced each other when they became one. How Seiji-kun hesitated, moving slowly, and despite the pleasure he felt himself, the artist was always asking if he was hurting his muse, even if he was ever gentle. Yuuto remembered how his seed flew out of him and the sensation of Seiji-kun’ seed gushing inside him. When they weren’t one anymore, the former student asked breathless if it had hurt, and when the teacher said only a bit, he was worried.

Yuuto remembered how Seiji-kun hesitated when the teacher said he wanted to try again. No matter how much he said it was okay, the artist was afraid of hurting his muse. The teacher got impatient and kissed him longingly and when his former student was hard, Yuuto pushed and sat on top of him. After a moment, Seiji-kun’ manhood was inside him again, and Yuuto moved up and down, until he found the pleasure spot.

Yuuto couldn’t remember the moment they weren’t one anymore. His mind was a complete haze of pleasure. But he did remember he was completely breathless and couldn’t stop smiling. When he lied back, he tried catching his breath. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Seiji-kun suddenly was on top of him.

Yuuto remembered how Seiji-kun seemed just as breathless as he was, but that didn’t stop him from hardening again, and when he realized the teacher wasn’t in pain anymore, he didn’t held back. Seiji-kun turned and lifted the teacher’s hip and then his manhood was inside Yuuto again. After that, Yuuto could only remember that he completely lost his mind in a haze of pleasure. It was very different from the first time. Seiji-kun was gentle and intense at the same time.

When they finished, Yuuto remembered Seiji-kun picking up the teacher’s clothes and handing to him. When he was dressed, the former student whispered. “Don’t leave me. Please.” He held the teacher tight in his arms, and when Yuuto hugged him back, he relaxed and then they fell asleep.

Yuuto remembered everything, and he would never forget.

Seiji-kun yawned and Yuuto pulled back his hand out of reflex. The former student cleaned the little drool on his mouth before opening his eyes. He looked around and when he saw he wasn’t alone on the bed, he blinked a couple times.

“Good morning,” Yuuto said, smiling.

“Morning,” Seiji-kun said confused. He rubbed his eyes and then his hands moved to his temples. “Last night…” Yuuto held his breath. What’s he gonna say? Is he embarrassed? Even after he did all that to me, though I did a lot too… The teacher couldn’t help but blush. “…is a blur. What happened?”

Yuuto felt the happiness evaporating from him. He… doesn’t remember… That wine shot was enough to make him drunk? Isn’t he used to drinking? Or is this one of his jokes? The teacher tried seeing past Seiji-kun’ drowsiness. I can’t tell if he’s lying or not… maybe if he was hungry, he could get drunk with only that…

“How much do you remember?” the teacher asked.

Seiji-kun sat up. “I recall the blackout… and then the drinking game.” He blinked his eyes again. “Ah, and I remember you washing my back,” he said with the sly smile. “You were very gentle.”

That part you remember? Yuuto sighed. “Do you remember anything else? Nothing about what happened between us?”

“I… remember our talk…” Seiji-kun looked down. “Thanks for that. I’m not ready, but I need that.” He took a deep breath and then stared at the teacher, the genuine smile on his lips. “Thank you for always putting up with me.”

Yuuto gulped… and then smiled too. No matter how happy he was, no matter how much he wanted to be with Seiji-kun again, now wasn’t the time. More than a lover, Seiji-kun needed a friend right now, someone he could count on. And the teacher would be that person.

But I won’t give up. If I can’t make you remember our night together, I’ll make it happen again!

“You can always count with me, Seiji-kun,” Yuuto said, with a tiny smile.

 

 

[phmmoura]

Chapter 7

 

 

Yuuto shifted his bag and hugged his grandma tight. Then he moved to the man next to her, his grandpa. “Thanks for everything.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Yuuka said, doing the same. “It’s so good to relax and eat your food, grandma.”

“When are you too visiting again?” the old man asked in his deep voice.

The siblings exchanged quick looks. “We’ll be here for the festival,” Yuuka replied. “There’s no way I’m missing it this year.”

“Last year was too good.” The man laughed. “Yamamoto was drinking to celebrate his…”

While his sister and grandfather talked about last year’s festival, Yuuto pulled his grandma aside. “Thanks again for helping me with this,” the teacher whispered, patting the bag with his free hand.

The old woman smiled and waved her hand. “I told you I like helping you. But I never thought I’d making a dress like that,” she said chuckling, her cheeks a shade of pink. “Just remember to take pictures. I love seeing you in those cute little outfits, but I must say some are a bit too provocative.”

Yuuto showed an awkward smile and let out a weird high-pitched laugh. “Come on, grandma. It’s all for the art,” he said, trying to steer away from the topic. I’ll never send her a photo again, he made a mental note. Until today, the teacher had only showed her the normal photos, the ones he thought she could handle.

Thank goodness she doesn’t know about my blog. If she saw those photos in miniskirt… or the school swimsuit… or the combos, I bet she’d go nuts, he thought. Or if she saw one of Seiji-kun’ paintings… Thinking about the artist made Yuuto glance at his bag, and blush. If grandma knew why I want this cosplay, she’d definitely freak out.

“Come on little brother.” His sister’s voice brought his mind back. “We gotta go.” Yuuka wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him.

They said goodbye to their grandparents one more time before passing the ticket gates. They rushed when they heard the sound system announcing the subway was about leave. Even if it was a busy time of the day, the wagon was rather empty, so it was easy to find seats for them.

“Lucky,” Yuuka said, taking the huge backpack from her back. She placed it on the floor, between her legs, and sat. Yuuto sat next to her, putting his bag on his lap. “We’d never find seats so good in the city at this time.”

“Yeah.” Yuuto leaned his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the rhythmic move.

“They looked better than last year,” Yuuka said after a while in silence.

“Yes,” Yuuto agreed. “Even after twenty years, it’s still hard for them.”

“Seeing their friends’ kids reuniting must be tough. Especially Tanaka-san. She was mom’s best friend growing up.”

“I like her stories. She makes mom sounds like a crazy delinquent growing up,” the teacher said, laughing. Yuuka joined him. “Grandma told me she wanted to keep mom’s past hidden from us.”

“Speaking of grandma.” Yuuka turned her head to her brother. “You practically spend the entire golden week with her.” His sister narrowed her eyes. “What were you two sewing?”

She already knows I was sewing, Yuuto thought, grabbing the bag on his laps out of reflex.

Yuuka reached out and pulled it, opening the zipper enough to see the white and frilly piece of clothes. Her eyes widened and a smile appeared on her lips. “Is this a—”

The teacher pulled the bag back and closed the zipper as fast as he could. “It’s a cosplay!” he said a bit too loud. Some people stared at them. Yuuka had trouble breathing and covered her mouth with both hand while Yuuto blushed.

When the laugh finally stopped, she took deep breaths and turned to her brother. “I’m surprised. You always refuse help, saying you’ll do everything alone. Why the sudden change?”

Yuuto played with his fingers, avoiding her eyes. “This cosplay appeared on a manga a few weeks ago. There was no way I could finish alone this fast.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And why the hurry? There’s no event or contests around this time…” Yuuka tilted her head. A second later, her face beamed with a smile. “It’s for you boyfriend!” Even with her sudden realization, she managed to keep her voice down. “You want to dress up, pose for him and then seduce him!” she whispered excited.

He couldn’t deny her words. She got exactly right, he thought, blushing. The moment he saw the cosplay on the manga, Yuuto imagined himself wearing the frilly dress. While calculating how much it would take to sew, the idea came to him. He knew Seiji-kun would love seeing the teacher wearing it and would want to paint right away. And perhaps in the mood they could get together again, or maybe it could be enough to bring back the artist’s memory of their night.

Yuuka wrapped her arm around Yuuto and pulled him closer. “I can’t believe my little brother lost his other virginity with a man,” she said in a soft voice. “I’m so happy.” Yuuto kept quiet, his cheeks reddening even more.

When he got home after his first night with Seiji-kun, his sister immediately asked him if something had happened. Yuuto tried avoiding the talk; the last thing he needed was his sister finding out he had slept with a man. But she noticed he was walking in a funny way and knew right away. Yuuka never seemed so happy, screaming she finally had a real case of boys’ love in her life.

“I want to meet your boyfriend. I want, I mean, I need to see with my own eyes if he’s worthy to be with my little brother,” Yuuka said, hugging him and messing his hair. When she realized Yuuto wasn’t pushing her back, she let go of him and stared his face. “What’s wrong?”

Yuuto looked at the floor, his shoulders dropping. “He’s not… my boyfriend…” he said in a low voice, feeling a pang in his heart. Though the teacher had admitted to himself, he never thought saying aloud would hurt so much.

“Yuuto…” Yuuka hugged him again, this time gently. “You love him, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he whispered almost right away. He didn’t need to think.

“Little brother,” she closed her eyes and rested her head on his. “You’ll face a lot of difficulties, but remember I’m always here for you.”

“Thank you, sister,” he said, closing his eyes as well.

The rest of the ride went by in silent, but Yuuto had a little smile on his lips. Even if his sister teased and made fun of him, she was there to help him whenever he needed.

It was already night by the time they arrived. When they got out of the station, Yuuka headed to the bus stop yawning, but Yuuto stood where he was.

“You’re not heading home?” she asked. The teacher looked at his sister, then the phone on his hand. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to find words. Yuuka spared him the effort, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. “Fine, fine. Go meet your boyfriend. See you later… or maybe not, depending on how things go,” she laughed and then got in the bus.

Yuuto smiled and then turned to his phone, looking for the right name. Suddenly his breathing became shallow and quick, his heart beating faster. Despite knowing Seiji-kun’ number for a long time, it was the first time the teacher would actually call his former student. Taking deeps breaths, Yuuto pressed the screen, brought the phone to his ear and waited. He never hated the dial tone so much.

After what seemed an eternity, the call went through. There was no answer though. “Seiji-kun?” his voice came out high-pitched. Only now he realized was holding his breath. He cleared his throat a few times. “It’s me,” he said in his normal voice.

It took a while for Seiji-kun to answer. “Hey. You already back?” he spoke in a dragged voice.

“Yes, and…” he tugged the bag harder and took another deep breath. “There’s something I’d like to show you. Are you free right now?” His stomach fluttered.

Again, it took a while for Seiji-kun to say something. “Yeah, sure,” Yuuto heard a yawn. “The door’s open.”

Seiji-kun ended the call before the teacher could say anything else. He shouldn’t leave the door open, Yuuto thought, but the next second he sighed, a tiny smile popping on his lips. Did he just wake up? Just because it’s a holiday, he shouldn’t sleep all day. Perhaps I should say something… Yuuto dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. Even if he should, lecturing Seiji-kun wouldn’t help the teacher at all today.

He called for a taxi and less than twenty minutes, the teacher was standing before Seiji-kun’ door, knocking out of habit. It took him a second to remember it was unlock. Chuckling, he opened the door.

All the lights were off and the closed curtains block any outside light. “Seiji-kun?” Yuuto called to the darkness. There was no answer. So he was really sleeping until now… the teacher thought, sighing. After he took off his shoes and threw them on the entrance, he turned on the lights and opened the curtains with the remote, widening his eyes at the apartment’s state.

Yuuto counted at least seven bottles on the coffee table, along with a few beer cans here and there. You’d remember our night if you didn’t drink this much, Seiji-kun, the teacher thought, rubbing his eyes. How can I help you? The thought lingered on his mind while he cleaned up the place. He put it all on the kitchen counter, but one can had some beer left. Yuuto stared at the can and then looked around. Seiji-kun was nowhere to be found. It’s to help relaxing a little, as Sawa-chan says, and drank it.

“Drinking at this time?” A hoarse voice came from behind him.

Yuuto widened his eyes and turned around, coughing. “Seiji-kun! I… I…” He threw the can on the sink. “I… have nothing to say in my defense,” he said and lowered his eyes, blushing. Damn it! Why did he had to appear just now? “Why did you have this around, huh?” He quickly changed the subject, trying to keep some of his dignity as a teacher.

“I… needed a break…” Seiji-kun said in the same hoarse voice. His breath stank of alcohol and when he rubbed his eyes, Yuuto saw they were red.

The teacher took a closer look at Seiji-kun. His former student had dark circles around his eyes, hadn’t shaved his patchy beard and the hair was tangled and unwashed. Did he spend the night drinking? Yuuto gulped. Even if it wouldn’t help the teacher’s goal, he had to say something.

Seiji-kun was faster though. “What are you gonna show me?”

Yuuto widened his eyes. That’s right! I almost forgot. He bit his lips and pulled the bag closer, looking between it and Seiji-kun. Now that I’m here, it too embarrassing. He took deep breaths, staring into the artist’s eyes. This is my way of confessing my feelings!

“I finished my latest cosplay and I was… wondering if you didn’t want… to paint me…” he trailed off, blushing and looking away. Even if he was Seiji-kun’ muse, it was the first time Yuuto himself asked to pose. I never thought it would be this embarrassing!

Seiji-kun ran a hand over his face slowly and then showed a weary smile. “Sure, anything for my muse.”

Yuuto beamed. “Then I’ll go change right now!” He raced to the bathroom.

It’s more revealing than I thought… The teacher stared at his own reflection, turning around a couple times to see it all. Even if I want to seduce him, this is too much. It’s not like I’m want to marry him, he thought, blushing the next second. I came here to confess my feelings, now I’m thinking about seducing and marrying him? Despite his thoughts, Yuuto couldn’t help but smile. He stared at his reflection again.

The cosplay indeed reminded a wedding dress, all white and with its long hem. It also revealed more leg than Yuuto imagined when he saw it on the manga. Did grandma do something? At least the bare shoulders and the ribbon on the cleavage covering his chest seemed better than he’d expected. But the opening on the skirt, dividing into two parts, was high, showing above his knee. Too high! At least it’s easier to walk on this, he thought, trying to comfort himself, pulling the white long gloves in its right place.

The hem had some frills with big yellow ribbons on both sides. Why the sock only goes this high? The white knee sock, with small yellow ribbons around his ankle, was one of the longest he ever wore, and yet it still showed his tight too much. How did she wore this? The only thing that wasn’t like the character was the lack of accessories on his hair and the choker on his neck. I guess today my cosplay can be a little imperfect. It wasn’t for sale yet anyway. And maybe Seiji-kun will like it better this way. It’s easier to kiss my neck, he thought, blushing again the next instant.

Yuuto closed his hands, trying to stop the nervous shaking, but he stopped after a few times. His fingers were still sensible. Even if I’ve been sewing for ages, I hurt myself… he thought with an awkward smile. Even monkeys can fall from trees. Luck the cosplays has gloves, otherwise Seiji-kun would see the bandages. Would he be worried? He stopped for a moment to imagine.

In his mind, Seiji-kun would hold Yuuto’s hand gently, asking if they hurt. Yuuto said just a little bit, and the artist would lick the fingers, saying it would help. Then why are you staring me? Yuuto kept quiet though, enjoying the touch of the mouth, and then suddenly Seiji-kun kissed the teacher’s hand, slowly moving up, until his lips were on Yuuto’s neck.

He stopped and then stared the teacher’s eyes, and the next moment he closed his own and their lips met. It was gentle at first, but suddenly Seiji-kun was wild, almost a different person, kissing him passionately, but he was still the man Yuuto longed for a long time. Still kissing, Seiji-kun pushed Yuuto against the wall while taking off his own clothes. When he was naked, with his manhood already hard, he ripped the teacher’s clothes, turned him around and then…

This isn’t time for daydreaming! If I want that to become real, I need to get a grip! He thought, trying to calm his mind. Yuuto had dreamed and imagined so much about that night it hunted him, the pain in his heart ever growing. Every time he remembered, he pleasured himself with those memories. But it wasn’t enough anymore. I want more. More than sex, I want him… I want us to be together…

He looked at his reflection for the third time. Hope Seiji-kun like this cosplay… I should have used a wig, he thought, fixing his hair again. Only a few cosplays could work without it. This wasn’t one of them, and yet he chose not to wear the ping wig. I want Seiji-kun to look at me, he said to himself again. I want to show him my feelings, but… is this enough to make him remember our night?

Yuuto breathed out, calming his thoughts. I came here with this in mind. Strengthening his resolve, the teacher unlocked the door with sweaty hands and got out of the bathroom. His eyes searched the room, looking for the man he desired. Seiji-kun was organizing the easel and the stool at the moment, and didn’t notice the teacher was in the same room.

Yuuto got close enough and despite the difference in their height, the teacher covered Seiji-kun’ eyes. “Guess who?” he said, a smile on his lips.

The former student removed the hands and then turned. It took a second for his vague eyes to focus on the teacher. “A cosplay I’ve never seen,” he said in a low voice, a tiny smile popping on his lips.

“That’s because I just finished. Even with help, it took the entire Golden Week to get it ready in time,” Yuuto said, barely containing his grin. He spun a few with his arms open, showing every side of the cosplay. When he stopped, he felt a bit dizzy and fell on top of Seiji-kun, who held him. The teacher blushed and looked up, smiling. “What do you think?” he asked when he stood up.

Seiji-kun eyed him from top to bottom, and then offered a hand. Yuuto took it and the former student spun him. “Your skill never ceases to amazes me,” he said, his smile growing slightly. “It’s wonderful.”

Yuuto beamed. “Thank you!” he almost screamed, his cheeks reddening. “If you say it’s wonderful, then all the work paid off.” He already expected Seiji-kun’ compliment, and yet it was enough to make him this happy. All those countless hours working on the cosplay since he saw it, all the embarrassment he felt when asking his grandma for help, all the questions she made and that he had to avoid… Yuuto forgot everything just from seeing Seiji-kun’ smile. But his true goal would begin after their session. “Then let’s start!”

He turned towards the couch at once, but before he could take a single step, Seiji-kun pulled him closer, embracing him from behind. “I’m not in the mood,” he whispered.

It took a second for Yuuto to realize what just happened. He blushed and kept quiet, waiting for the painter to say something else. The former student said nothing else. All he did was embrace the teacher tighter.

Yuuto realized why Seiji-kun hugged him like that. I told you… I won’t leave, Yuuto said in his mind, putting his hands over the artist’s. Just like I said that night, he thought, remembering his own words. It was just like after their first time, when the artist seemed almost desperate and begged Yuuto not to leave him.

For the first time, the memory of their night didn’t arouse Yuuto. Right now, he forgot about that, he forgot why he’d came here on the first place. Yuuto had even forgotten about his own feelings. I’m an idiot. I was thinking only about myself… I should’ve have realized something was wrong with Seiji-kun. He put those thoughts aside as well. All it mattered now was the teacher wanted to comfort the man embracing him.

Yuuto’s hand looked for the artist head, patting him gently. “Seiji-kun… did something happen?” His voice barely above a whisper.

The artist kept quiet and Yuuto didn’t push. The teacher only waited, letting the time pass. For now, this is the closest we can be, he thought, closing his eyes, feelings Seiji-kun’ warm, listening to Seiji-kun’ breathing, listening Seiji-kun’ heart beating as fast as his own.

Yuuto had no idea for how long they stayed that way. “I’m broken,” Seiji-kun said suddenly, his hands slipping between the teacher’s legs.

“What?” Yuuto said out of reflex. His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened at the same time.

“I need you.” Seiji-kun’ hand pulled the skirt and went inside Yuuto’s underwear, grabbing the teacher’s manhood.

The touch was enough to make Yuuto grow, but Seiji-kun caressed the manhood until it was throbbing, and then he moved his hand up and down.

The teacher quivered from where the student touched him, the hot flash spreading throughout his body. In a few seconds, his mind was a haze and he would’ve moaned if he hadn’t bitten his lips.

“Why are you doing this?” Yuuto managed to ask between his teeth. Seiji-kun said nothing, his hand moving faster. “Ah!” Despite trying his hardest, the moan slipped through his lips.

“I need you,” Seiji-kun said again. To Yuuto, the voice came from far away, reaching him through a haze of pleasure, barely noticeable above the teacher’s own muffled moans. The hand moved faster and faster, making his body hot from head to toe. “I want you.”

I want… you… too, he managed to think. Yuuto’s mind went blank and all he cared was the pleasure he felt from that hand, from that man.

The teacher was about to reach pleasure, each movement bringing him closer and closer. He tried his best to think of something else and prolong the moment.

It’s coming… he could feel it. Though he had failed, he didn’t mind at all. “Haa…” his seed poured in gushes.

Breathing hard, with his face burning hot, his mind still a haze of pleasure, Yuuto turned his head and looked up at Seiji-kun.

The artist raised his hand with Yuuto’s seed, staring at it. Then he licked it once. The teacher widened his eyes, but before he could say anything, Seiji-kun brought the fingers to Yuuto’s mouth.

The smell was strong… before he realized it, the teacher moved and had the thumb in his mouth, his tongue twisting around Seiji-kun’ finger. The taste of his own seed made Yuuto’s manhood stir again.

Seiji-kun took his hand from Yuuto’s mouth, turned the teacher around and kissed him.

The teacher kissed him back, trying to wrap his arms around the artist. He had no strength to raise them. Instead, he grabbed Seiji-kun’ shirt, pulling him closer.

I’m… with Seiji-kun… again. When they pulled apart, Yuuto looked in to the eyes of the man he wanted for so long. They were wild, just like that night, but there was something different. In that night, those brown eyes had a light of lust, one the teacher couldn’t resist. But today they were just wild and deep.

Seiji-kun kissed him again, and now Yuuto realized it too had something missing. He didn’t feel the lust, as if the artist’s mind wasn’t there. That’s right… something happened with him… It wasn’t time for that and Yuuto’s manhood reacted, the blood flow going back to its original place.

Yuuto finally managed to raise his arms. He put his hands on Seiji-kun’ chest and pushed him gently. The artist was gone only for a second, and then he was back, kissing the teacher on the neck. Despite himself, Yuuto felt the warmth spreading from where those lips touched him. But it was different from before; his manhood wasn’t hardening.

“Seiji-kun, I know something happened,” he said.

He stopped kissing for a moment. “I don’t wanna talk about that.” The artist was kissing again.

Yuuto knew he couldn’t force Seiji-kun anymore, so he decided to ask something else, something that lurked in the back of his mind. “Why… are you doing this?” He gulped. The teacher wanted this, wanted him, but part of him feared it would turn like their first time. If Seiji-kun was doing this just to take his mind out whatever happened, he wouldn’t be able to bare.

“Does it make a difference?” he spat, undoing the laces of Yuuto’s cosplay. “We did it once.”

His mind and tongue were wrapped on Seiji-kun’ lips, but Yuuto heard. “You… remembered?”

“I could never forget,” Seiji-kun said.

Yuuto felt a pang in his heart.

“Why did you lie?”

“Does it matter?” Seiji-kun unlaced and pulled the teacher’s cosplay roughly, almost ripping it. The clothes fell around Yuuto’s ankles. “You want me anyway. You came here for this.” He kissed Yuuto’s nipple and pinched the other. “I’m doing what we both want.”

“Stop.”

You lied to me…

“Your body says otherwise,” Seiji-kun replied, his hand slipping down the teacher’s belly.

Yuuto looked down. His manhood was growing again. The teacher grabbed the hand. “Stop,” said he again, in a stronger voice this time.

Seiji-kun ignored him and kissed the teacher’s lips again, the free hand on the back of Yuuto’s head. He freed the other hand and placed it on Yuuto’s lower back. The teacher wanted to push him away, but the former student was too strong.

With a quick move, the artist’s hand was inside the teacher’s underwear again and he slipped a finger inside Yuuto. “You liked it so much that night, so why are you against it today?” Seiji-kun asked when he stopped kissing. He moved his finger around, looking for the teacher’s pleasure spot. “I have to say, no girl has ever ridden my dick like that. You’re the wildest I ever had, and I’ve been with crazy chicks.” The fingers were faster.

“Idiot…” Yuuto managed to say between moans. “Do you think that makes me happy?” Seiji-kun said nothing. “You lied to me,” Yuuto said in a low voice.

He scuffed. “I’m sorry,” the artist said before slipping a second finger in.

Yuuto took the deepest breath he could at the moment. “Stop!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

“You want me,” Seiji-kun said, not hesitating for a second, “just as much as I want you.” He took his fingers out and then lowered his pants. His manhood was hard and throbbing, just as Yuuto’s was.

“I don’t want the right now you!” he screamed, the tears threatening to fall. “I want the Seiji-kun I love…” he said in a low voice, crying.

Seiji-kun turned the teacher around, holding Yuuto’s arm. With his free hand, he pulled the teacher’s panties down and pressed his hand against the cosplayer’s back.

This is wrong. It’s completely different from that night, Yuuto thought, the tears falling silently.

Seiji-kun was about to thrust his manhood inside Yuuto. The teacher could feel the tip pressing against him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Yuuto whispered.

For a moment, nothing happened… and then everything was gone. The manhood pressing against his butt, the hand on his back, the grip on his hand… all of it, gone.

Seiji-kun let go off the teacher and then fell down on the couch.

Yuuto managed to keep standing. He pulled his underwear up and turned quickly, his arms raised in defense position… but it wasn’t necessary. Seiji-kun wasn’t looking at him at all.

“You’re right… What’s wrong with me?” He placed both hand on his face, his shoulders trembling. “There’s so much wrong… I… I… I almost hurt you…” Seiji-kun cried. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he mumbled the words again and again.

The teacher still had his hands up, but he came closer slowly. He had never seen the man he wanted like this. What could’ve… suddenly he knew. Yuuto knew why Seiji-kun did all those things.

Even if the artist loved teasing Yuuto, he’d never hurt him, not in his right mind.

The teacher knew why his former student spent the entire night drinking. He could feel Seiji-kun’ pain now.

Without hesitating, Yuuto hugged Seiji-kun as tight as he could.

“Stop…” he said in a weak whisper between tears. “I don’t deserve you… I don’t deserve to be near you…”

This time it was Yuuto’s turn to ignore Seiji-kun’ words. “And yet I’m here.”

Seiji-kun froze for a moment. “I almost… did something unforgivable…”

“But you stopped,” the teacher said in a low but firm voice. He broke the hug and looked in to Seiji-kun’ eyes. The artist stopped crying and stared back. “No matter if you’re broken or not, nor what’s wrong with you, I…”he hesitated, blushing. His heart was beating widely, just like the night they were together for the first time. Only now he realized how close their faces were. Be a man, Yuuto, he told himself and took a deep breath. “I love you.”

Seiji-kun widened his eyes and then tears fell again. “I don’t deserve you.” He lowered his gaze, staring the floor.

Yuuto grabbed Seiji-kun’ chin and raised it, forcing the artist to stare in the teacher’s eyes. He could feel his entire face burning, and still he leaned closer, planting a gentle kiss on the lips he longed for so long. “And yet you got me,” Yuuto said with a gentle smile. The former student was speechless.

Seiji-kun cried and then hugged Yuuto tight, almost as if he was afraid to let go and lose the man. “Grandpa… he… “ Seiji-kun choked the words back.

Yuuto understood. Saying it aloud would make it irreversible in the artist’s heart. Instead of words, the teacher simply hugged the man he loved back. Right now, Seiji-kun needs my support, and I’ll give everything I have, Yuuto thought.

 

 

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Chapter 8

 

 

They sat in the limousine in silent. Yuuto had no idea how much time had passed, but not once he complained or said anything. All the teacher did was hold Seiji-kun’ hand gently with both his own. It would be great if this could help him a little, he thought.

At some point Seiji-kun squeezed the hand back without turning his head, his eyes glued to the window. Yuuto knew what filled the artist head, even if they couldn’t see from here. Ever since the car parked, the former student stared out the window, his face unreadable.

“I have to go, don’t I?” Seiji-kun whispered more to himself than to Yuuto.

“Yes,” the teacher said in a low voice after a while. “But you can take your time. I’ll be here with you.”

Seiji-kun brought Yuuto’s hands closer to his mouth and kissed it. “Thank you.”

Yuuto widened his eyes slightly for a heartbeat… then a gentle smile appeared on his lips. He rested his head on Seiji-kun’ shoulder, closing his eyes. The former student stroke the teacher’s hand with his thumb slowly.

Seiji-kun’ free hand grabbed the door handle, but didn’t do anything else after that. Yuuto only watched as the man he loved took deep breaths, his face trying to keep the empty expression. But the eyes that mesmerized Yuuto betrayed their owner, and the teacher knew the whirl of emotions behind them.

They stayed up almost all night and Seiji-kun poured his heart to Yuuto. He cried and talked about his grandfather, he cried and said he was broken for missing the funeral, and he cried and begged forgiveness for hurting Yuuto. When the tears dried and he was calm enough, Seiji-kun spend the rest of the night telling stories about his grandfather, the memories making him go between laughing and crying.

All Yuuto did was listen, laughing at the right times and hugging Seiji-kun on the others. Is this the only thing I can do to help him? He asked himself then and asked himself again on the limo, the anguish in his heart growing. Yuuto knew personally how hard it was. The artist had to open the door and face reality. And he has to do this on his own. Because after this, Seiji-kun would have to live in a world without his grandfather. At least for that I’ll be by his side.

Seiji-kun held his breath and finally opened the door, staring the graves stretching as far as they could see. His eyes changed from empty to watery before he stepped out of the car. Before Yuuto realized it, he grabbed Seiji-kun’ arm. The artist turned to him, his lips trembling.

The teacher opened his mouth, looking for the right thing to say… and then he closed it. He couldn’t think the right words. Though he had lost loved ones, he was too young to remember how people treated him. How can I say that everything will be fine? How can I say things will get better with time? How can I tell him the pain will get smaller when I still miss my parents? All these thoughts crossed the teacher’s mind along a pang stabbing him in the heart. The only thing I can do is be here for Seiji-kun.

The driver appeared at their side out of nowhere. “Here are the flowers, Akaishi-sama.” He handed the huge flower bouquet with both hands, bowing slightly.

Thought it was only for a heartbeat, the driver’s eyes went to Yuuto, with one hand grabbing Seiji-kun’ arm, the other holding the free hand. If he had any feelings for seeing the two men holding hands however, his expression showed none of it.

He’s a great professional… The teacher sighed. That’s why I’d rather cross-dress, Yuuto thought as he looked down to see the black suit he wore. For Seiji-kun, Yuuto didn’t mind cross-dressing outside cosplaying, even if it was for this occasion. But the man he loved was against it.

When Yuuto woke up, Seiji-kun wasn’t on the bed with him. He found the artist on the living room, leaning on the window ledge, watching the view.

“I’ll go see him today,” he said when Yuuto walked to his side in silence. The teacher looked up, but the former student stared the city view as if he had never really seen it. “I want… I’d like you to come with me.”

A tiny smile appeared on Yuuto’s lip. He’s matured a bit. “I’ll be there with you,” he said in a low voice. “I need some clothes though.”

“No need. I already got you some.” For the first time in weeks, Yuuto saw a phantom of the smile he grew to love.

The teacher looked around and saw a small box on top of the table he hadn’t seen earlier. With a sigh, he picked it up, already expecting a dress. But when he saw the suit, Yuuto widened his eyes and turned back to Seiji-kun speachless.

“Hope it’s your size,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “Suit up.”

Yuuto breathed slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Seiji-kun… Isn’t better if I cross-dress? I mean, if people see us together…”

“You’re wrong. It would be easier, not better,” Seiji-kun said in a sudden stronger voice. He walked towards Yuuto, looking the teacher in the eyes. “I don’t care if people see us. I don’t want to hide our relationship.”

Yuuto expression was blank for a moment, and then he smiled, his cheeks a slight shade of pink. “So you’re already saying we’re in a relationship,” he said teasingly.

Seiji-kun blushed and looked away. “Yes… I mean, I like you… you like me…” he mumbled and trailed off. He took a deep breath and faced Yuuto. “We’re together,” he said, as if ending a discussion.

Yuuto smile grew. He walked to Seiji-kun and wrapped his arms around him. The artist returned the hug, and they stayed that way for a while.

“I’ll go change.”

The teacher raced to the bathroom. It’s the first time I come here to change in to men’s clothes, he thought while changing, somewhat surprised by the fact.

It took longer than it should, but when he was finally suited up, Yuuto stared his reflection. It looks… kinda cool, he admitted to himself, the smile popping on his lips. He was used to cute, and occasionally somewhat erotic, thanks to Seiji-kun, but never this. He turned around, checking every side. Yeah, I definitely look cool, he thought. Except for this… He grabbed the tie. The knot was lumpy and awful, but he hoped it was passable.

“You look… different,” Seiji-kun said when Yuuto got out of the bathroom.

“Is that a compliment?” Yuuto teased. Seiji-kun too had changed clothes, but the suit fitted him much better than it did the teacher.

“It is,” he reassured, smiling. “It looks good, it’s just that I’m used to seeing you…” Seiji-kun looked down and scratched his head.

“I know, I know.” Yuuto decided to end the teasing. “That’s why I think I should dress as a girl.” It was part true. Though he wanted to be by Seiji-kun’ side as himself, Yuuto worried about the stares they might receive. If you consider that he’s a son of a big family…

The artist came closer and flicked the teacher’s forehead gently. “Stop overthinking.”

Sighing and smiling at the same time, Yuuto decided to hear the man he loved. “Okay.”

Seiji-kun smiled too and then undid the knot on Yuuto’s tie. “You suck at this,” he said, straightening the black silk tie.

Yuuto blushed. “My sister usually does this for me,” he said defensively. “This is my first time doing it,” he mumbled.

“Hmm…” His smile turned sly as he tied the tie around Yuuto’s neck. “But during our first time, you seemed very good.” Yuuto blushed even more and said nothing. “There,” Seiji-kun said when he finished.

It feels much better now, Yuuto thought, feeling the tie with his fingers. Not that lumpy excuse of a knot I did… He turned his eyes to Seiji-kun, who was still smiling.

“Come here.” He grabbed Seiji-kun’ shoulder and gave a little tug. The artist narrowed his eyes and bent over a little. Yuuto kissed him on the cheek. The artist widened his eyes and then his smile turned back to gentle.

Seiji-kun had once again the blank expression on his face when they stood in front of the Akaishi family grave. Though Yuuto knew the man he loved wanted, needed him there, the teacher looked away, giving the artist some privacy.

Never the trees and the flowers fascinated Yuuto more. Hey… there’s something familiar, he thought, looking around again. Ah… this cemetery, the teacher realized with a queer sensation on the back of his mind. It wasn’t just the Akaishi family grave; the Amane family grave was also here.

This is weird. Though his parents had died around this time, he and his sister always mourned with their grandparents during golden week every year. This year wasn’t any different. It was rare for them to visit the family grave. Now I’m here for Seiji-kun.

Seiji-kun squeezed Yuuto’s hand. “Gramps… I… I have no idea what so say.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I wished I had shown you another side of me,” he said to the grave. “I don’t know what I want, but I wanted you here to see.”

Yuuto felt a pang in his heart. Seiji-kun… He squeezed the hand back.

Seiji-kun cried quietly for a long time. When the tears finally stopped, he cleaned his face with the other hand, a few petals from the bouquet falling. A sad smile appeared on his lips. “I also wanted to introduce you my boyfriend,” he said looking at Yuuto. The teacher widened his eyes for a second, and then smiled too. “I wished you two had met. He’s the one who pose for that painting you liked it so much.”

“Wait, what was that?” Yuuto planned to keep quiet the entire time, but the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“Didn’t I tell you?” he asked with a tiny, but definitely sly smile. “That first painting we did, I show it to grandpa and he actually became a little better. In a way, it was thanks to him that we got together.”

Yuuto had no words. After a few seconds, he sighed and then smiled. “Wait a minute,” the teacher said, trying to remember Seiji-kun’ words. “I thought I inspired you in more ways than I’d believe.”

The artist narrowed his eyes for a second. A second later, he widened them a bit. “What I said was excite, wasn’t it?”

Yuuto looked away. Seiji-kun was right. “I don’t remember exactly,” the teacher trailed off.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He leaned in and kissed the teacher on the forehead. “It was true. But at the time I didn’t think it was because I was attracted to you.” Seiji-kun chuckled and Yuuto did the same. Their voices echoed for a second before silence replace it. With a sigh, the artist looked down. “Goodbye, grandpa,” he said, the tears falling again. He parted the huge bouquet and placed half of it on the grave.

It was two bouquets, Yuuto thought, mildly surprised for a second. He stared at it and finally recognized all flowers. Bluebell, daffodil, white chrysanthemum, sweet pea. He knew them and tried remembering what they meant. Gratitude, respect, grief and goodbye. Yuuto did the best he could to hold the tears and rested his head on Seiji-kun’ arm when the artist stood up.

“Let’s go,” Seiji-kun whispered after some time, his eyes still staring the grave. He turned around and led Yuuto.

The teacher was already thinking on how to comfort Seiji-kun during the ride back, but suddenly the artist went in the other direction.

Yuuto looked up. He half-expected seeing the blank expression, or at least a sad one. Seiji-kun inhaled though his nose and exhaled through the mouth, sometimes biting his lips. It wasn’t what Yuuto expected. Is he… nervous? The teacher kept watching, trying to read the expression and actions.

The teacher was still watching Seiji-kun’ face when he finally came to a halt, looking down at something.

Yuuto followed his eyes… and saw the Amane family grave. He faced Seiji-kun with his mouth slightly opened.

“Yuuka told me about your parents,” he said in a low voice. “I know you already made your prayers, but I’d like to pray as well.”

Yuuto still had his mouth opened… and then a tiny smile appeared on his lips. He hugged Seiji-kun and they both faced the grave.

“H-hello,” Seiji-kun said, clearing his throat. “My name is Akaishi Seiji and I… huh… how can I say this? I really like your son and though we haven’t met, but I’d like to ask your permission to date him.” The artist bowed and the teacher tried holding back a laugh, but he failed. Seiji-kun turned and smiled at Yuuto, a real and warm smile. “I promise to take care of him and make him pose with as many lewd clothes as possible.” Yuuto’s eyes widened. This time it was Seiji-kun whom laughed. When he stopped, he stare the grave, suddenly serious. “But above all, I promise to make him happy.”

Yuuto blushed and looked away, hiding his face. “You really like embarrassing people,” he said, trying to put some anger in his voice, but the smile on his lips betrayed him.

“You’re slightly wrong.” Seiji-kun leaned in. “I like to embarrass you,” he whispered on the teacher’s ear and then kissed him on the lips. “Thank you for being here for me, Yuuto,” he said when their lips parted.

It was brief, but the teacher still felt Seiji-kun’ mouth. To kiss the one you’re in love with, he though while touching his own smiling lips. Suddenly something else occurred to him. He beamed and turned to Seiji-kun.

“What?” Seiji-kun asked in a wary voice.

“It’s the first time you call me by name.”

He narrowed his eyes. “No… It can’t be…” The artist tilted his head, puzzled. “I’m sure I’ve called your name before.”

“No,” Yuuto answered almost right away. “You normally use my muse, you, or even Yuuno, but never my name.” It didn’t bothered him at all, but seeing Seiji-kun’ face puzzled was cute enough to bring this up.

Seiji-kun closed his eyes, shook his head a bit and then took a deep breath. He opened them and leaned in again. “Yuuto,” he whispered on the teacher’s ear. “Yuuto,” he said again. “Yuuto, Yuuto, Yuuto.”

The teacher pushed Seiji-kun away, his face an alarming shade of red. I never thought it would be this embarrassing! How can he even make my name embarrasses me? Yuuto puffed, trying to recover some color. When he looked up, Seiji-kun was still smiling and he gave up.

After leaving the flowers on the Amane family grave, they headed back to the limo. When the driver saw them, he bowed, opened the door and waited for them to get in. After he closed it, he quickly went to his seat and the limo was moving in less than a minute.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Yuuto asked, suddenly remembering. It was in the back of his mind since last night, but there was no right time to ask. “Why did you lie about not remembering our first night?” We could’ve be together sooner…

Seiji-kun looked away, his cheeks reddening. “I…” He opened and closed his mouth several times. He breathed out forcefully. “I thought… you might think it was too much… that you might back off…” he trailed off. Yuuto stared in to his eyes, smiling. “I was afraid, okay?”

Yuuto laughed. “Because of that, we lost many nights together.” The teacher got closer. “We could’ve done a lot,” he whispered in the artist ear.

Seiji-kun smiled. “Oh yeah. There’s one thing I forgot to tell your parents,” he said.

Yuuto pulled away, tilting his head. “What?”

“I’m gonna start making you happy the moment we get back.” The smile turned sly.

Yuuto immediately understood what he meant and his cheeks reddened. But instead of looking away, he stared into Seiji-kun’ eyes. He leaned closer and his lips met the artist’s. It was different from earlier. It was longer and full of the love he felt.

Seiji-kun returned the kiss, but soon he parted their lips. He stared Yuuto and slowly his eyes closed and his head rested on the teacher’s shoulder. Only now Yuuto realized it; Seiji-kun was exhausted.

Yuuto smiled and held Seiji-kun’ hand, feeling the warm coming from him.

He thought the artist was already sleeping, but suddenly the man he loved entwined their fingers. Yuuto widened his eyes for a second and then rested his head on Seiji-kun as well.

“Yuuto,” Seiji-kun said in a low voice.

“What?”

“I love you.”

The teacher beamed. “I know.” And they fell asleep with their fingers entwined.

 

The end.....?

 

 

 

Thanks for reading Please Call Me Teacher.

 

I'm sorry it took so long to post here. To be honest, it was because I'm a noob. Only now I learned I could copy and past from word without messing with the italics.

 

Please Call Me Teacher, the web version, is completed.

Right now I'm rewriting and I'll publish the final version. Not to tell any spoiler, but I believe it will have two new and unread chapters.

Hope you'll keep following Yuuto and Seiji.

 

But that's not all I have planed for Please.

I'm planning to write and publish Please 2 by the end of the year (I hope XD) and it will be full of surprises.

 

See you then =)

 

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Hi everyone. I come here with some news regarding Please call me teacher.

 

I'm still rewriting. I overestimated my ability to handle many stories, but I'll tell you I haven't forgotten Seiji and Yuuto.

 

(By the way. If you were to buy Please, you want a print version or the ebook would be enough?)

 

But that's not the news. My plan was to rewrite and make the print version with extras. However, those extras have grown so much I'll write a second volume.

 

Yes, that's right. Please call me teacher!! 2 is coming. I hope to bring the first chapter by Christmas and keep a monthly release.

 

But until then, I'm working on another BL that I want to bring by in the first week of October. The tentative name is The Swimmer. Here's the description.

 

The Prado Maranhão Aquatic Sports Club, a place where those who aim at the top of the water sports gather. Nelson, once called the future of Brazil's swim team, in near the end of his rehabilitation after a serious accident that almost took his life. But time is running out as his contract is about to end. To his surprise, the club assigned him a manager to help him get back on his feet.

 

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