Hi Heart here!

WARNING: This fic is based off a manga short story I read and it was….kind of dirty. But it was really cute too and I thought that N and Hilda would fit in perfectly. Please excuse my borrowed inspiration.

* Don't own Pokemon or…..Sensei I like you (yes that's the manga's name. Stop looking at me like that I didn't know it would be like that! Also it's the second chapter this story is referring to.)

"Oh no, what happened this time?" Hilda asked.

"N-nothing."

"You're lying Mr. H."

Mr. H's green hair was tousled out of its usual ponytail, his shirt was buttoned sloppily and a deep blush was on his cheeks. Hilda sighed.

"Honestly you don't have any luck when it comes to girls," Hilda said. "Mr. H." she added quickly.

Hilda's teacher shrugged.

"What was it this time? Confession gone wrong? 'Accidental' trip? A girl wanted you to try her food?" Hilda asked, setting down the stack of papers she had been carrying on to the teacher's desk. Said teacher looked up at her from his position on the ground. Hilda could make out a sticky shine of lip-gloss on his cheek.

Hilda's psychology teacher, Mr. H (or N to everyone else) was…. popular. A little too popular. It might've been his looks, it might've been his charm, it might've been his voice that captivated female students towards him. Or maybe it was his age, so close to the students that it made him seem available. Or maybe it was all of the above.

Whatever it was, the female population flocked to him. They all loved him…and his class of course. But mainly him. He was the ideal type for at least 95% of the girls at the school.

"Confession gone wrong." Mr. H said, straightening out his clothes a little. He glanced at the new stack of papers on his desk, then back at Hilda. "Help me up?" he asked. Hilda rolled her eyes.

"Serious Mr. H, these girls are going to literally eat you alive." She said extending her hand out and helping her teacher up. "Can't you…I don't know, get a girlfriend or something?"

N blushed. "Well I don't really have time to date…."

"Well if you don't do something now, your fan girls are going to wreck you." Hilda said. She sighed.

N was a great teacher, but he could be a little dense when it came to romantic feelings. As soon as the girls in her class (and other classes) found out that the notes and food they were giving him weren't working, they had all moved to more…. physical activities.

On a daily after school basis, Hilda would find her teacher on the floor of the classroom with an unbuttoned shirt and a deep blush on his cheeks. What the girls were doing to him, she didn't know. She wanted to ask him, but it felt rude to. He was already embarrassed so why should she just make it more uncomfortable to him?

"Honestly I can't believe you're a teacher with how innocent you are." She muttered to herself, watching as N attempted to fix his hair. He looked at her.

"Are you worried for me Hilda?" The sincerity in his voice made Hilda blush. Yep, way too innocent.

"I-I guess." She stuttered, walking past N and beginning to sort out more documents.

Their friendship had begun when N was trying to get away from some female students. At the time she only knew him as a teacher, nothing more. But she had helped him get away and that was what started their weird student-teacher friendship. While others had tried to force themselves onto N, Hilda had just been kind of brought to him. Or he was brought to her as he was being chased. The point was that they didn't mean to be friends, it just sort of happened. Another sigh escaped her lips.

"It's been like this since the beginning hasn't it?" She asked N. "Girls just throwing themselves at you?"

"Yeah."

"Those girls just really love you, don't they?"

"Y-yeah."

"And I mean really love you, right?"

"It's not like I planned for this to happen." N said quietly. He ran hand through his hair before retying it back into a ponytail.

"Mr. H…I really think you should just get a girlfriend." Hilda said. "The other girls will back off the moment they see you're not available."

"But I-"

"Or you can be their object of affection until they kidnap you and take you far, far away." Hilda looked at him in the eyes. "You're choice."

"Th-that's a very difficult choice Hilda." N muttered. He kept on muttering, only this time to himself.

"How to meet a girl…need a girlfriend…when to meet…Tomorrow? No that's too soon…I'm busy over the weekend…. maybe…."

Hilda could literally see a storm cloud of frustration begin to come out of his head. "He really is stressed about this," she thought to herself.

"Okay," she said, cutting through N's mental discussion with himself. "Why don't you just pretend you have a girlfriend. Then the other girl's will leave you alone."

N brightened at the idea. "Yeah. That could work." He smiled a childish smile at Hilda. "I'll just tell everyone tomorrow that I got a girlfriend! Then they'll leave me alone."

An exasperated sigh escaped Hilda's lips. "Really, how did you get this job Mr. H?" she asked. "If you just tell them you're making it so obvious that you don't have a girlfriend!"

"I am?"

"Yes!"

"Oh."

Hilda shook her head. "You need evidence or something that shows you have a girlfriend. Then the girls will back off."

"Evidence?"

"Yeah. Like, for example," Hilda thought for a moment. "You can come in smelling like women's perfume or come in with smudged lipstick on your face so that they think you just said goodbye to your girlfriend."

"Oh I see." N said. He then frowned. "But what if they just think the perfume and makeup are mine and that I'm some sort of cross-dresser? I mean, with my hair…." His voice trailed off

"…. You're impossible Mr. H." Hilda mumbled.

They stood there in silence as Hilda thought. She went through options in her head that would not only keep N safe, but also not cause any confusion. She thought hard and then snapped her fingers.

"You could get a hickey." She said. "That way everyone knows you're taken. No one would mess with a man who's girlfriend gives him a hickey."

"A hickey?"

"Yeah."

"…."

"…. Please tell me you know what a hickey is." Hilda said, after noticing N's silence. "Because if you don't you really are innoce-"

"I-I know what it is!" N said. He shuffled his feet nervously. "It's just…"

"Just?"

"Just…. how do I get it on myself?"

"Well…." Hilda's voice trailed off. So much for the best solution.

The two stood in silence. A heavy, slightly awkward silence. Hilda sighed. She never thought she'd be having this conversation with her teacher. Heck, she never thought she'd actually be friends with a teacher. Talking about relationships and…and hickeys.

Hilda blushed a little as she registered what she had told her teacher. She had basically told him to get a girl to suck his neck. Like some kind of weird vampire. What if he got the wrong idea and thought that she wanted to-?

N cleared his throat.

"Hilda…" he began

"I'm not putting a hickey on you Mr. H." Hilda said, cutting him off sternly. She walked over to her desk. "Just put it on yourself." Her face felt hot as she realized how N might've interpreted the situation.

N blushed. "R-right I didn't mean like that Hilda!" he waved his hands a little. "Yeah…I'll put it on myself. Now how do I bend my neck-? Ow ow ow-"

Hilda just shook her head. She gathered all her stuff, keeping her head down. Really, her teacher could just be…. weird sometimes, and she could just…be plain stupid. She looked up.

N was twisting his neck, trying to move it so that he could do something. Hilda rolled her eyes. She watched as he twisted and turned, not just his neck, but also his whole body. He turned around in a circle.

"What are you trying to do?" She asked. N straightened, as if she was the teacher, and muttered some incoherent words. Hilda sighed again. She walked over to him.

"You'll never get one that way." She muttered. N looked up, surprised.

"What-?"

And before she even knew what she was doing, she was biting his neck.

She heard N gasp above her, but she was concentrated on his neck. Biting, sucking, pulling, Hilda didn't know what came over her.

She never put a hickey on a boy before. But then again, this wasn't a boy,

This was her teacher.

It wasn't until she felt N move a little did she snap out of it. She pushed him back and covered her mouth with her hand.

N, blushing and eyes wide, was looking back at her. Hilda stared right back at him. She saw the red spot from where she had…. put a hickey on him. Her teacher. N. She had…she had….

N raised a hand touched the spot where her mouth had been moments ago. The blush on Hilda's cheeks grew. Slowly, N slumped to the floor. He looked up at Hilda, who was still covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were wide yet it looked like she was in a trance. Cautiously, N spoke.

"Hilda." His low voice snapped her back to reality. Hilda blinked. She swallowed. She took a step back. Then another. Then, picking up her school bag from where she had dropped it onto the floor, she ran out of the classroom.

"What the hell was that?" She asked herself as she ran out of the school.

"What the hell was that?"

Wow...sorry about that people who don't like theses stories. Don't worry, there are going to be more chapters of this out. My first N and Hilda...tadah (I guess)