Disclaimer: Oresama Teacher is not mine. Tsubaki Izumi is the true author of the manga.

Miscellaneous: Written with Walk the Moon's song, Sidekick, in mind. Er, future AU? Oh, spoilers for Hayasaka's first name. This story is just some fluff.

Chapter 1
Why Don't You Stay at My House Tonight?

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"I can't believe you really believed I was a hero of love and justice."

Mafuyu watched Hayasaka scowl at her sentence. They had just left the movies after watching Super Sentai Extreme! and were standing outside the theatre. Hayasaka really wanted to watch the movie, and she couldn't help but oblige. She supposed Hayasaka really just had a thing for heroes. And it wasn't like they saw each other as often as they used to. They met up sometimes to catch up with each other, though.

"Why bring that up?"

"We just watched a superhero movie," she said while shrugging, "so I remembered."

Hayasaka grimaced at her reply again, muttering a 'whatever' while he started walking towards the train station. Mafuyu just smiled to herself and followed behind him closely. The snow had inconspicuously piled up while they were watching, though, so snow as high as half of Mafuyu's legs blanketed the street sides. The snow kept falling, and Mafuyu had no doubt that it would keep on doing so till the next day.

"Is the snowstorm making a landfall today?"

"The weather forecast did mention something about it," he answered. They kept walking in companionable silence.

They reached the station a few minutes later, and Hayasaka turned towards the direction he had to take to get home. He faced her and smiled a little. "So I guess this is goodbye?"

Mafuyu had meant to wave goodbye, but she paused when she noticed that the light of the train station lighting up Hayasaka's hair. She found herself staring at it, remembering the previous times she saw his hair light up that way. Even after all these years, she still found it so mesmerizing.

She must have been staring for quite a while since Hayasaka waved a hand in front of her face, his expression that of slight worry. "Kurosaki?"

"Your hair is golden," she said while taking the hand he was waving to her own and holding it still. Hayasaka's face flushed a little and turned his head away slightly.

"Kaori-kun," she teased, "your hair is so pretty."

"Quit it," he said quietly. "And don't call me by that name."

"What," she giggled, "after all these years, are you still not used to your hair getting compliments?" She couldn't fight the impulse: she reached out and patted down his hair with her free hand. Uwah, it's so soft, she thought as she ruffled his hair. Hayasaka lowered his head a little. Whether it was to give her access to his hair or due to his instinct, she wasn't really sure.

Mafuyu absentmindedly rubbed his hair and only stopped when she saw how red Hayasaka's ears were. She quickly let go of the hand that she was still holding on to and withdrew her other hand situated on top of his head, like she was burned. Hayasaka straightened himself up and cleared his throat.

"I really have to get going," he mumbled while looking elsewhere. "Have to catch the last train and avoid the storm." His cheeks were still furiously scarlet as he tried to gather his bearings again.

Hayasaka turned his back to her and was about to start walking when she suddenly felt her hand reach out for his wrist.

"Wait," she breathed out. And before she could filter her thoughts, they had already travelled to her mouth and slipped out.

"Why don't you stay at my house tonight?"

Hayasaka looked at her as if she had lost her mind. He scratched the back of head lightly, soft tufts of hair becoming disheveled at the action. "Kurosaki―"

"I'm serious. It looks like the snow is not going to let up anytime soon, and you live a few stations too many from here," she calmly explained. Inside her head, however, her thoughts were waging a war. This seems like a bad idea. "It's not like you're going to do funny stuff, right?"

Hayasaka glowered at her. "Of course not."

"Then stay over."

"But," he muttered, eyes still looking at everywhere except at her, "it's not ― proper." His last word was uttered so quietly, it was barely above a whisper.

Mafuyu gave him a quizzical look. "You do know that if ever you do anything I don't want, I can just beat you up." To further prove her point, she gripped the wrist she captured a little tighter. "I know you won't do anything stupid, anyway. Besides, I just don't want you to get stranded somewhere because of the impending snowstorm."

Hayasaka still looked hesitant even as he nodded his head. "Alright, I'll stay over."

The two walked quietly to Mafuyu's home, some tension from their earlier conversation still hanging in the air.

Why do I even write this shit? I feel like I'm getting crazier every single day. Hahahahahuhuhuhu

(ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ This is going down as one of the things I regret. LOL. This is a short fanfic. Five chapters, at most.

Uhhh. Rating might go up? Not really sure yet. I have two diverging story lines for this, and I haven't decided what to use yet.