Chapter 1: My Name Is

My name is Maiyumi Kaiko. I am twenty-four years old, making me the youngest teacher inside the school I work at. Its funny how people mistaken me to be younger than that but all of my colleagues would say it's because of my small figure and young face. Even the students were surprised once they saw me be introduced as their new history teacher earlier in the year last year. Neither one of their comments seemed to effect me except for one student.

The door completely slammed open revealing a certain brunette. I paused from reading a section in the History book and glanced at the boy as he silently walked over to his seat. "Y-You're late, Mr. Kamui." I took a dry gulp and notified him of his tardiness. But as always, he just shrugged off my comment as he sat in his chair. And as always, the class would laugh. "I still don't understand why you keep mentioning that I'm late when you and I both know that I don't care." He commented, causing the class to laugh Even more.

This student that spoke to me so coldly was Kamui Satoshi. The same student all of the staff warned me about interacting with, and to not waste my breath on him. And yet I did both of them. Miku told me that he's the head leader of his little group of delinquents; which included him, Sakine Meito, and Taono Yohio. They were said to always hang out on top of the schools roof throughout their class time.

Many of the other teachers would get angry towards his attitude, and give him a detention, but I was different from all of them. ... I was different because I was madly obsessed with the coldness he brought onto me. The deepness of his voice muttering harsh things to me sent shivers down my spine in more ways than one. Those careless brown eyes stared at me as if I was the lowest person he had ever saw, and yet knowing such thing causes my body to heat all the way up. ... I knew I couldn't deny his looks when I first lied eyes on him. Shoulder-length, messy, dark hair that framed his face perfectly, broad shoulders, and a height that could intimidate someone as short as I. He never wore his school-tie and left four or five buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, revealing his perfect collarbone that I wished to so much as trace my fingers along.

At first I denied it all, but the more I worked here I began to realize that I loved it all. I loved this seventeen year-old delinquent who treated me like an animal. Of course I had to keep all of these feelings hidden or else I'd jeopardize my job. I knew it was beyond the words "Wrong" for a teacher to lust after a student, so I continue to put up a mask in front of everyone.

"And I, Mr. Kamui, continue to not understand why you bother to show up if you hate it here. You don't care to learn anything about History, so what's your purpose?" I commented back. This had caused him to glare at me dangerously as the students began to laugh at him. So he quickly barked, "Shut it!" making everyone quiet down. "You're such a pest for a teacher. I only come here to not get a truant-mark. Got that?" My heart paced the more I felt punished by his gaze. `I am a pest, aren't I?ยด I thought quietly to myself before I closed the book I was holding.

Quickly glancing at my watch, I saw how there was only two minutes till class was over.

"A-Alright class, your homework tonight is to finish reading sections two and three. Tomorrow we'll be going over the Chapter assesment and I'll allow you to work in partners to get the questions done. Any questions?" I asked the class and only one student rose her hand. "Yes Ms. Kagamine."

"When will you post grades?" She asked, causing everyone to nod their heads in agreement.

Other than being in love with one of my students, I couldn't help but also love everyone's enthusiasm when it came to this class. My lips lightly tugged upwards before I gladly said, "W-Well I'll surely post them once school is over. Everyone will be able to see them right when you walk in, but I must say that I'm proud of all of you. Ninety-seven percent of you passed this class with an excellent grade, and for that I'll switch-out the test on Friday for a movie-day. Plus I'll bring Takuyaki as a treat on the side." I then sweetened my smile as everyone clasped their hands together. "You're so sweet, Ms. Shion! Satoshi, you should be nicer to her! She's too nice to be mean to!" A girl with long pink hair glared at Satoshi.

"Will you mind your business?" He merely scoffed in return.

As soon as he said that, the bell to lunch rang and half of the students immediately left; Thus including Satoshi. The other half always either stay inside to eat, hang out with their friends, or ask me questions. I didn't mind because I always wanted to build a better relationship with them.

"Ms. Shion, how can you deal with that prick?" Kim had then asked. "He's going to talk shit to the wrong person one day." She mindlessly said.

"Watch the language." I quickly told her. "Anyway. It's probably because I'm more tolerant of him. I was never the type to get angry, nor get involved with fights. I just think in order to deal with someone as aggressive as him. Showing how tolerant you are with him will confuse him enough to lower that aggression." I made up.

Luka shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. "I don't know. You really ticked him off with that comment you made to him, even though it was funny."

Her and her group of friends laughed, including me. `... I knew I would tick him off. I wanted him to pay attention to only me if it was possible. Sometimes I wonder how his hands would feel like when they're "actually" on me. My fantasies can only stretch so far, and because of that, I crave his touch more and more the moment another scenario pops into my head.

Yesterday I completely blanked out in the shower, and part of me blames myself for watching all that porn earlier in the day. But the second I thought of "his" aggression, I began to imagine sitting on near the edge of the bed, with both of my wrists tied together with his tie, wearing nothing but my panties. My eyes were glued to his gaze as he stared down at me, taunting me with a smirk. ... A smirk that injects me adrenaline off the thought of me not knowing his next move.

Although having my hands tied isn't much; the fantasy of being trapped by him is what gets my heart racing within a second. But as little as the fantasy stretches, I could still imagine his voice mocking me; ... Telling me to beg for him to touch me.

The days I have my wet-daydreams, which is starting to happen everyday, I tend to spend a longer time in the shower relieving myself. But no matter how much I relieve myself; I'd rather be made a mess out of. Completely dominated. ... To be his Fuck toy-

"Ms. Shion, are you okay? You look like you're out of it." Luka's voice had suddenly snapped me out of my thoughts. I briefly shook my had and responded, "Don't worry about me. I'm just thinking."

With that being said, I strolled over to my desk and took a seat.

I know I shouldn't have these urges for him, but I can't help them. I can tell myself that I'll stop the next day, but as soon as I see him in the hallway, or even in my class; it would be as if I never told myself to stop to begin with. For a split second, I lusted after his friend as well a few months ago. All it took was for him to purposely bump his shoulder into me when we were passing by one another in the halls.

I feel as though I have to get closer in order to know why small, hurtful thoughts, causes me to dream of all these sexual fantasies. Being both attractive and dominating is getting me wrapped around his finger, but ... what would happen if I find out too much and cross the line with him?