Hello readers! Before I start this chapter a have a couple of announcements. First, from now on I will be changing the POV to Misaki then back to Akihiko then back to Misaki and so on and so forth depending on the flow of the story. If someone is displeased with tthis please let me know and I'll stop. Second, I completely forgot to explain how Akihiko became a professor. It all started when Akihiko's talent was never found by the right people, Akihiko was going to become lawyer after graduating from T University but Hiroki convinced him otherwise saying that if he wasn't going to use his talent, he might as well share it. I'm sorry I didn't write this in bold I didn't realize it until I was here.
Misaki's POV
When Usami-sensei enters the class room I realize that he's looking at my general direction. As I lift my head to look at him he gives the biggest, warmest looking smile enyone has ever seen. I blushed a little when I thought he was looking at me, but that quickly faded when squeals were heard behind me. 'Of course he wouldn't be looking at me. Why do I want him to look at me in the first place?' He silently thought. 'But somehow I cant help but think he's looking at me, especially after what happened yesterday.
Flashback~
" Yes?" I reply after being called aside by sensei. However after no response I start to get worried and ask "Sensei? Are you okay?"
"Fine." Was his only response. He seemed to be pondering something when I notice how truly handsome sensei is. As I wait for sensei to speak, after all he must have called me out for a reason, I let my mind wonder. 'I wonder why he looked so surprised when he saw me?"
"Misaki." My own name spoken from sensei's lips is what brought me back from my thoughts.
"Yes? Sensei?" He seems to still be thinking when he finally spoke once more.
"Never mind I'll speak to you about it after class tomorrow. You may leave."
With that said I bow my head, say "Yes sensei." then leave.
End of Flashback
As class ccontinued I couldn't help but notice how sensei stoped and turned around to look at me every once in a while. Almost as if to make sure I was still there. I blush a bright red when my classmates follow sensei's stare and start staring at me too. 'God why won't he stop stareing at me?' As I think this sensei turns to the class and spoke.
"Allright that's enough for now I will see you all later today. You may leave." I grown in displeasure as I remember that I have two classes with Usami-sensei today.
Later that same day
My second class with Usami-sensei today was no better than the first one, in fact, I think it was worse. Usami-sensei seemed to stop and look at me more than before, and unlike the first time, this time the reason behind the stare seemes to be because he wants to say something. Sure enough as soon as class ended I heard the call.
"Misaki."
I turn and smile. "Yes? Sensei?"
"I need to speak with you about the school event can you spare some time?"
I beamed, ''Of course sensei!" 'At least I wasn't anything weird." I thought at the same time. Sensei seemed happy as well.
"Great! Since you have time why don't we discuss this over dinner? My treat." Whilst saying this he had already grabbed my hand and was pulling me towards the doors. As all this went on around me the only thoughts that crossed my mind were 'Please, I beg you, please someone explain what's going on!'
Thank you for reading. My chapters are still short but I will work hard. Before I go I want to make another two announcements. First, for the school event I want to have an animal cafe where everyone wares animal ears and a tail. After the event I was going to make Misaki call Akihiko Usagi-san because he will be dressed as a rabbit. Misaki will be going as a panda. However I'm open to ideas, so if you have an idea for the school event that you consider better feel free to tell me and I will consider it. The second announcement is Misaki and Akihiko's ages, I completely forgot to mention it. Just so you know Misaki is 18 a freshman, and Akihiko is 28. Well bye, I hope you enjoyed this and continue reading.
