Chapter Three
Nagisa-Sensei walked by my desk trying to repress her grin, not realising how much pinker this made her pressed lips look. My test paper appeared in front of me, reading that I'd scored 99%.
"Brilliant Karma-Kun, see what happens when you try your hardest!"
I couldn't resist inconspicuously brushing her soft hand with mine as I took the sheets from her, looking up at that very moment and leaning on my elbow,"I guess I have new motivations."
I longed to see her face go pink, but her happiness was pure innocence as she asked. "Are you finally getting serious?"
"Aren't you gonna ask what my motivation is?"
I saw the reluctance in her smile,"I'm sorry Karma-kun, but right now I have to hand back the other papers before I can talk."
"You really shouldn't stand so close." The woman mused, sliding a healthy distance between us in her chair.
"You're the one to blame for smelling so nice~" I whispered.
She laughed, covering the hand I had on her arm with her own before pulling it onto the desk and off of her clothes skin, shaking her head boyishly. "Sometimes you really do come across as creepy you know that?"
"It's not a joke-"
"Nagisa-Sensei, I'm stuck on question four!"
I turned my head, irked to remember the entire class of students bothersomely facing us.
"Your hair really is short, you should grow it out."
"Really?" Her head tilted thoughtfully, pen sticking from between her ripe lips, "I always thought it was quite long."
I watched as she patted against one of the little star shapes, taking this as an invitation to twirl a lock of blue around my own finger before she could slip back down to her work.
"So soft~"
"Hey," She looked up at me pouting,"This isn't an indirect joke at my height is it?"
"Not at all, I just find your hair so mesmerising." I cooed, evoking an awkward laugh as she removed my hands from her again.
"Oh dear Karma-kun, you're behaving strangley again."
"You don't like it when I touch you Nagisa-Sensei?"
I found victory when she blinked at the words touch, as small as that was it was something. Battling her confidence seemed to be my new favourite hobby.
"It's more a matter of personal space. A student should always respect their teachers and vice versa." She stated matter of factly, once again brushing my actions off as if it were nothing.
I sighed, knowing that the moment I'd leaned in with a smirk, I had revealed my triumph to a woman as observant as an undercover spy. Her defences doubled and her face became composed once more. I knew at that point that whatever actions I took now would be pointless.
"So who is this person coming to our house?" I cringed in my seat at the dinner table, feeling like the only normal one besides my Aunty and Uncle - unfortunately also my legal guardians.
"An old friend from college who just finished university and moved back to town." Karasuma explained, walking in and setting down his oven gloves.
"From both of your colleges?"
"Karasuma's college and my university actually, then after we met through work, we realised we shared a common friend! Interesting, right?"
Irina turned away from the mirror and towards me, having finally finished slipping on her earrings. I rolled my eyes as they begun speaking about various things. One of the most annoying things about these two was that they insisted we do things as a family, things that included meeting up with their middle aged friends.
The door bell rang and Irina practically flew out of her seat in excitement, prancing over only to be stopped by Karasuma's arm in the door way.
"I'll let him in, you serve the food." He said as if he were preventing some kind of incident.
Was that a bit of jealousy I detected? Great, just great. As if things weren't awkward enough already, the last thing I needed was some untold tension between the adults.
Frowning, I listened in as my Aunty served up the food around me.
"It's great to see you Karasuma..." My eyes slimmed. That voice sounded familiar, maybe I'd met this person before at a younger age?
"There's my baby!" Electric blue hair flew, arctic eyes widened as the guest entered the room only to be knocked over by the blonde who jumped on them, hugging tightly.
I cringed in realisation.
"Nagisa-Sensei?!"
When she turned to face me, she jumped even more, opening her mouth that was pink from the cold to speak, only for the sound of my own name to be muffled when Irina's red lipstick crushed against hers, a loud smooching sound being heard as my jaw dropped to the floor.
I stood up as Karasuma sighed and rolled his eyes, "You just can't resist can you?" He deadpanned, his wife wiping her lips only to peck him on the cheek.
I had always known Irina to be a bit loose, but seeing it in person was completely unwarranted. Without a doubt, my face burned as red as my hair when I saw the woman who'd practically raised me pressing her lips against my new teacher's in an act of extreme taboo so casually as if they did this all the time, when the idea of me doing something like that to Nagisa was not even to be considered.
The teacher's typical way of reacting so cooly and just brushing it off as she did with me did nothing to help. I found myself staring shameless.
It was one of those rare occasions where even someone like me had no idea how to move. Just who were these guys to each other?
"I didn't realise your son was Karma."
"Son? No, but he is a relative." Karasuma explained, but Irina was deaf to his words, taking a step forward and looking from me to my teacher.
"My baby knows my other baby?" She questioned, both hands on her hips as she looked down suspiciously.
"A-Actually Karma is one of my new students."
"Really? Why didn't you say anything Karma, come let's sit..."
I didn't like where this was going at all. Her baby? It was bad enough that she was calling met that let alone my Sensei. I couldn't describe the feeling in my stomach, like a wall had just been built, like a path had just been crossed. But instead of trying to place who this meant me and Nagisa were to each other, all I could think of was that their kiss had been way more than just a peck.
It dawned on me as I watched them conversing that I might be jealous. Then, watching my uncle, concerned at why the hell was Karasuma just letting this happen?
I hoped he'd notice me staring and answer some questions. He didn't.
Their laughter rained on. This was way too overwhelming.
Don't tell me they were fuck buddies or something? My mind wasn't prepared for this. I had been expected a mediocre, boring night, but when they sat me beside Nagisa so close yet so far, I couldn't hold back the glare I had set on Irina as she laughed away, legs crossed, eyelashes curled and red painted lips pouting.
Every joke was an inside joke, every word was riddled in a sentence I couldn't understand. It was like being a child again where my vocab limited me from understanding adult's talk, so like that was the case, I simply zone out and took my glaring away from my professionally ignoring Aunt and stared at the most attractive thing in the room befuddled.
It was late. Nearly midnight by now as I lay backwards on the cover of my bed, distantly hearing the sound of the dishwasher chunking and voices talking. Nagisa had probably left by now.
Suddenly the door clicked.
I looked up in surprise to see the very woman standing there looking sheepish. "You weren't sleeping were you?"
The lights were off, but I had the same glow in the dark stars on my ceiling I'd had for years. "No, come in."
I clicked on the light - only to wince with unadjusted eyes at the sudden brightness. Nagisa flicked them back off, walking in as I stood up slightly embarrassed to be seen with manga stacks and games messily all over my desk - not to mention the cotton batman pyjamas I wore. I messed my hair out of my eyes, conscious of looking too badly out of shape.
She only smiled at me, though her herself wore the same style of loose boyish clothes. "I'm about to head off, I just wanted to say bye."
"You're going to see me tomorrow for most of the day anyway." I scoffed slyly.
"That's right," She smiled up at me, silent for a few seconds as eyes locked on mine in a way that was so teasing I wondered if she was maybe flirting... What else brought a grown guest to the bedroom of the hosts hot son at night? "Goodnight Karma."
"Wait a second. I've got two things on you now Sensei, you realise that don't you?"
"Is it a crime to be friends with a students parents?"
I grit my teeth,"I told you they're not my parents."
I watched as her mouth formed an O. She smiled softly, but I could tell she was hiding something. "I know that. I mean, I also went to college with your Mother."
The words seemed to affect me the same way her throwing a brick at my chest would have. I took a step back, leaning on my window sill, daring to look up when I asked. "You... on top of everything you're also friends with my Mother?"
She bit her lip at the disbelief in my voice.
"Well we were. I don't know if that still applies now." The smaller woman took a step towards me. At least, I thought it was towards me until she'd reached me and continued to walk further to look out of the large window I leaned on.
The blunette stood right beside me now, head tilted up to look at as I took in the sight of her slim, pale neck, her soft eyes and silky hair. It was dark, but her outline was so clear to me I couldn't understand why my heart was beating so much.
"At the very least, even if she doesn't spend much time with her friends and family, I'm glad that she's succesful in her work. It's strange how things work isn't it? She helped me out a lot in the past, and now that she's busy somewhere abroad, I think it's finally time for me to return the favour and help her out by... by helping you while she can't be here Karma."
She had dropped the honorific. Was that an acknowledgement of our different surroundings? An acknowledgement that what happened outside of school stayed out of school?
My head turned away from the glowing creature besides me, unable to look. I needed help, is that was she was suggesting? Did she think I was some kind of weak traumatized brat who rebelled to get attention from my parents?
"I told you this before Nagisa, I'll succeed and accept your help because its what I want, not for anyone else. It's the same with my Mother, she drops in the occasional call when she hears I've done something particularly well but barely reacts when I do something bad. I act the way I do because I want to, not because I think it'll get me noticed by someone else."
She nodded, waving her hands in a peace treaty. "You're right. I should get goin-"
"Why did you kiss Irina?"
The miniscule light we had was all that was needed to reveal the blush on her face, her voice becoming frantic, "I-It's not l-like that I swear! S-So that's what you meant about two things before! R-Really s-she just greets me that was as a joke - cuz she's part European maybe... I don't know but I-"
Grinning back, I took the opportunity to get her deliciously flustered, to have my teacher wrapped around my finger,"Did she use tongue or what?"
She looked like she had just died, fingers slipping from the ledge as she shook her head as if denying the truth while she whispered, "Yes."
"I didn't know you swung that way Sensei, though I guess this explains a lot-"
Her lips quivered, face so pink and orbs so wide it made me want to snap a photo to save these childish mannerisms, "Don't know I swung that...you think I'm gay!?"
"What else would I mean?"
I kept my voice so calm, so low, so suggestive. She turned back to me, now fully facing me even though I stood with my body facing the door, and my head slightly tilted to look at her through my hair. She just looked so damn appetising with her lips parted in thought and her eyes distant like that.
The arms that once rested behind me slipped away only to stretch out and downwards as I turned around, trapping Nagisa in a familiar situation.
She looked up in surprise, eyes flickering to something hazy before their guard could come up.
Our bodies where so close, if it weren't for her thick, baggy clothes we could have shared heat. "Have you ever been with a man, Sensei?"
Sliding my leg to replace it, my hand reached up to caress against her smooth, warm, blushing skin, brushing away pale blue strands so I could see straight down to those unsure, shaky eyes.
"Kar-"
Her breath cut short in a gasp when I breathed right beside her ear, causing a chain reaction of shuddering and rubbing against me.
"We can be very pursuasive~"
I leaned in, pressing my other knee between her thighs as I closed the gap between us.
"Karma!" I was stopped not by the hands against my shoulders, but the authority in that voice. "You don't know what you're talking about so I can forgive you; you're not a man, you're a boy - my student even and as my student, this situation is very wrong. If you were a man, you would understand that."
Scowling, I nuzzled into her hair, burying myself in a soft scent as she flinched back. Unfortunately having pushed the limit on the closest I could get.
"You might be right about that, but if I was a man you know I'd only be even more of a lustful towards you."
"Th-This is wrong!" I winced feeling a sharp pinch to my neck, sharp enough to make me step back enough for Nagisa to break free of my trap and head to the door to escape. Although it hurt, I realised it could have been a lot worse when I was able to walk back to her.
I stopped just before I could reach her however. Not because I was afraid I'd end up immobilised, but because I was frozen by the astonishing emotion visible in the barely lit penitent baby-blue eyes.
"Goodnight Karma." She said snappily as if talking to a room of more people than just myself before closing the door so it was just me and my pent up feelings alone in the darkness.
O.O This story is quite popular for something I wrote. Since the pressure is up, I'm gonna keep putting in annoying little moments of sexual tension in my Chappies just to play with my readers minds...mwuahaahaaa
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