Title: Malaise
By: tdei
Disclaimers: Ouran Host Club is the property of Bisco Hatori and its respective agencies.
Warnings: Suggested pedophilia.
Note: (teacher)/Shirou. The first couple of seconds of episode 6 were just total slashfest opportunity. :sheepish: It sent my brain into a twisted place, so, here's the suggested spin on the scene. Enjoy the rendition. :) All original characters and the storyline are mine. Please do not repost this fic anywhere without my permission.

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"Sorry, but I'm quitting the Classical Music Club."

The young brunette hears his teacher draw in an unsteady breath and his grip on the door handle tightens, but he doesn't move yet. Shirou had hoped he could avoid talking to his teacher about this, knowing his teacher would be against it, but he should've known he couldn't slip away unnoticed so easily. His teacher has always paid too close attention to him.

"What's this, all of a sudden?" Heavy footsteps sound toward him. "I think you have a talent for playing the piano."

When Shirou feels the sturdy hands grip and dig into his upper arms, he half expects it and barely flinches, accustomed to such sudden, personal touches. His teacher frequently touches him like this, telling him it was special training for focusing against distractions, and he has gotten used to the discomfort. But it still made him uneasy.

"I will not scold you, so please continue," says his teacher in a low murmur. "If you can learn the piano, in the future, you'll be popular with the girls." His teacher's breath stirs the fine hairs on the back of his head.

Shirou bites his lip, upset. He twists around to face his teacher, letting go of the door handle. "That takes way too long!" Shirou knows he has to be able to focus on his playing to become very good at it, but even after approaching his teacher for private instruction, he still couldn't completely concentrate on playing when his teacher touches him in their private lessons, trying to distract him by invading his personal space. He tried, but it was too hard with a few touches, like the near-caresses along his waist and legs. Lately, he'd almost gotten used to it, but not yet. And now Hina was leaving. "I'm running out of time!"

Shirou draws back as his teacher leans in, trapping his small frame between long arms. He blinks nervously, dark blue eyes straining to see in the unlit room.

"Hey, Shirou-kun. I can teach you a shorter way if you're willing to do exactly as I say," his teacher promises. Something predatory shines in his black eyes, beneath the reflective lenses of his glasses.

Unnerved, Shirou gropes for the handle of the door behind him. When he finds it, he twists it and stumbles back, stumbles out. "Please excuse me," he blurts, afraid without knowing why and angry with himself for being afraid. He backs up and when he's out of grabbing distance, he runs.

He had really tried with piano, for Hina, even though he didn't really like it, but it wasn't working. Hearing rumors about a girl-pleasing club was an unlooked for second chance. Shirou really thinks the Host Club might be the last chance he has.

He feels his teacher watching him leave.