Author's Notes: I don't remember if the heroine in First Love has a name, I don't think so... So I called her Fuyu Midori. If she does have a name, please forgive my ignorance and tell me what I should have called her. Obviously, I don't own any of the Tokimeki characters etc
Nocturne
Himuro Reiichi sat alone on one of the marble benches in the rooftop garden of the Amanohashi mansion, sipping white wine and gazing at the purple night sky. It was a warm summer night, and so he had allowed himself to take off his suit jacket and roll up the sleeves of his white shirt.
He could hear piano music coming from somewhere behind him, not far enough to appear faint, but not close enough to muffle the sound of high heeled footsteps coming from within the gardens.
"Fuyu". He called, setting down his wine glass as he became aware of the young lady a few feet away from him. "What are you doing here?".
She blinked twice, quite in the same way as she used to do when she was asked a more difficult math question.
"I don't know sensei. This is your dream".
"Oh". Replied Himuro. "I see. That explains why this song by Chopin sounds exactly like the one I heard in the recital I went to last weekend".
"It's a pretty song". She commented. "Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2, correct?".
"That is correct". He answered, in his usual teacherlike tone.
His favorite student smiled sweetly at him, her cheeks flushing subtly as she asked:
"May I sit with you sensei?".
The teacher hesitated for a second.
"Yes". He answered. "You may".
The girl smiled brightly, walked over to him and sat by his side with a small hint of shyness. Fuyu Midori had been his student for almost two whole years. She was top of her class, good at sports and a very talented flute player. She looked particularly charming that night wearing a pink spaghetti strapped dress, her light red hair arranged in a bun. Elegant, but still young and innocent. A very appropriate clothing choice for a student of his class.
"Am I bothering you, sensei?". She asked after a while.
"No. But I'm still confused as to why you're in my dream".
"Perhaps sensei is falling in love with me". She suggested, moving in a little closer.
"That would be quite troublesome". He answered truthfully.
"Quite". She replied, taking his tie and undoing it gently. "You could loose your job".
"What are you doing?". He asked, a bit nervously.
She gave him another innocent, quizzical look.
"This is your dream, Reiichi-san. I'm only doing what you want me to do".
She pressed her lips softly against his, leaning in and narrowing even more the space between them. He parted his lips slightly as he kissed back so that he could taste her bottom lip in between his own.
"Do you find me despicable, Midori?" He asked her after the kiss. "Me, a twenty five year old man, having this sort of dream with my seventeen year old student?".
"You've never been inappropriate with me in real life". She answered, her arms still wrapped tightly around his neck.
"But I've wanted to". He responded, pulling her closer and kissing her neck. Her skin was soft and smelled subtly of vanilla.
"You've wanted to do that?". She asked him softly.
"Since I saw you like this at the Christmas party last year". He confessed. "Please leave now. Or I'll start to wonder if you taste this soft in real life as well...".
"Don't you do that already, sensei?".
Himuro hesitated once more before answering.
"I have never touched you".
"But you've wished to".
"I have always been professional".
"Not always".
"Not always, I must admit".
"It's okay, Reiichi-san". She said, blushing again. "It's okay because I love you".
"Of course you'd say that". He answered skeptically. "This is my dream".