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Summary: Kurapika, a bright but quite silent student, and Kuroro, a raven-haired teacher with a charming teaching style. What will be the result with all the things at school?
Warnings: OOC (though I'll try to keep them in character as much as possible), shounen ai.
Sorry for the mistakes!
Kuroro dropped his bag beside his desk in the teachers' room .
"Good morning, Kuroro!"
"Yo, Kuroro."
Hanzo approached him while Basho's greeting came with a pat on his back.
"Good morning, Basho-san, Hanzo-san." he greeted them back and bowed slightly.
After all, he was a man of manners..
"Hey, stop the formal act, kid!" Basho exclaimed as he roughly ruffled the black hair. 'Kid?!' Kuroro's eyebrow twitched briefly when he heard that nickname and gasped when the big hand landed on his head all of a sudden. His eyes widened for a mere second before he backed away from that hand.
His once smooth hair stuck in every direction now, and then he brushed it down with his fingers and re-adjusted the bandage on his forehead, but seriously.. to be called a kid?!
"Basho-san, just because I'm the youngest doesn't mean that I am a 'kid'." The black-haired man retorted back annoyed, half warning.
"You are, for me!" the older male laughed and the bald one snickered at him.
Kuroro, indeed, was the youngest teacher in the school. Everyone was in his/her thirties, but he was barely over 25.
But back to reality, he really wanted to kill him right then, right there.
Unfortunately for him, the bell rang and they had to go to their classes.
The night-haired history teacher didn't have classes in the morning so he made himself a cup of coffee and sat to his desk.
His thoughts drifted to the two tickets and he remembered that he thought of the blond as a good companion to the museum.
'Why did he have to appear in my mind right then?' he wondered to himself..
'moreover, am I.. attracted to him..?'
…
Kuroro sighed inwardly as he leaned back in his chair pondering over his thoughts. This thinking was really hard.
…
..When they first met, Kuroro had developed an amused idea about him. They had bumped into each other, and talked on the way to the blond's class..
..And when he taught him history for the first time in the class, he had found that the blond head had such a big brain full of interesting information about the subject. Each question he asked for the blond to answer left him impressed by the strong and confident words he had uttered..
..There was also when they bumped into each other in the library for the first time, the Kuruta boy was actually someone who liked books like him, and he seemed pretty engrossed in his reading and uncaring about what's happening around him..
..After that, he always found the blond around during the breaks reading books..
..Once they went on a trip to an arts museum. The trip was pretty interesting for him, and he enjoyed it even if that hadn't shown on his usually expressionless face, but he really did! Glancing at a random direction to keep his eye on his students, he found the blond standing before a drawing of a woman with a child in her arms and a hazy background.
Flashback..
The blond Kuruta was searching the painting intently with his eyes as if looking for answers in it. He also hadn't noticed that the night-haired man was standing beside him.
"Do you like this?" he asked, trying to know his thoughts.
"hmm.." Kurapika just hummed silently, "..it's full of emotions and.. stories.."
Kuroro sent him a questioning look when he turned to him, "I guess I can't really express or explain how do I think of it.." he grinned sheepishly.
"Then, tell me what do you see? What grabbed your attention?" Kuroro asked.
Kurapika turned to the painting again, "See here?" he pointed at a spot in the background. Kuroro nodded.
"Every spot in this holds a different story and expresses an additional detail. The color mix is so gloomy telling that this woman's past was dark and hurtful to her, while the child with her seems to be her last hope.. last purpose of her living. You can easily see here," he pointed at another color mess, "..that the black and red entwined together mean something between the line of her life and her loss. Then there's the dark blue that goes up to there," he moved his fingers with the wavy colors till it touched new colors, "..that draws a face into the smokes of the color, a sad face.. it re-"
That was when he noticed that he might had said senseless things and clamped a hand over his mouth, then slowly turned to his snickering teacher.
That was really embarrassing to have blabbered so much and find his teacher laughing at him. His cheeks tinted slight pink with embarrassment.
"Sorry, sensei. I.. said meaningless things!"
Here, Kuroro chuckled slightly and it rang in a way that made the blond's heart skip a beat.
"No, no, it's okay. That was actually very interesting to listen to. I've never heard someone explain his view in such a professional way before."
The blond's eyes twinkled at the compliment, then he thought about asking "How does sensei see it?".
"How do I see it?.. That's just for me to know, and for you to find out." He grinned childishly when he saw the cute pout on the boy's face. "Saa, let's go now. It's time to get out."
"Okay.."
End of flashback..
Kuroro decided to give himself a bit of time to be sure of his feelings (if there will be any) since it might cause him troubles for now.
Kurapika headed to the teachers' room to hand in his history report, eager to let his teacher read it and write feedbacks for him, but he wasn't there.
'I guess he's still in some class..' he shrugged, placed his report on the desk and went out to his favorite spot in the school yard.
Meanwhile, Kuroro returned to the teachers' room and placed his books neatly on his desk. He dropped down on his chair and sighed inwardly, the class he just had really did tire him..
That's when something grabbed his attention, and when he read the head title written in dark blue on the first page with the name, his frown and tiredness immediately turned into a smile.
Kuroro entered the library thinking of what he was reading last, the ancient tribes, but once he saw the blond there, his thoughts already shifted to think about him.
After all the thinking he had done, he decided to ask the blond boy to accompany him to the museum next Saturday.
"Kuruta-kun," he greeted him and pulled a chair besides the blond and sat.
"Kuroro-sensei," Kurapika acknowledged with a polite smile and nod.
"Am I disturbing you?"
"No, not at all!"
"Then.. I'd like to ask you something.."
"Hmm..?"
"Do you have something to do next Saturday?" he figured that it'd be better than if he asked 'Are you free on Saturday?'.
"Umm.. no, I think I don't have anything to do till now.", 'that's two days from now.'
"…"
"Can I help you with something, sensei?" he asked with a confused look.
Kuroro wouldn't admit that that look is cute on the boy. No, he will not admit that the boy is cute.
"Oh, yeah.. umm, have you heard about The Grand Museum?"
"That? Yeah, they say it's pretty good!"
"Would you.. like to go there.. with me, then?"
"Really?"
He nodded.
"W-won't I be a bother to you..?" he asked uncertainly.
"No, you won't. I'd like to hear your thoughts again about another painting or two." He grinned, "..so, what do you say?"
"Okay. It sounds great."
"Great. I'll come by your house at 6 o'clock, is that alright for you?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then. Thank you for your time, I won't stop you longer. See ya, Kuruta-kun.."
Kurapika froze while his heart fastened it's pace. Why did his name sound so different from the other times?
He felt his face grow redder as he tried to process again.
The raven-haired man felt happy that he managed to ask the blond. Now he has a good companion to that trip.
He entered the teachers' room just when the bell rang, indicating the start of the periods. But he stopped moving when he felt someone looking at him. He shifted his gaze and saw Basho looking at him directly.
"Is there something wrong, Basho-san?" he asked him and watched as he stood from his place behind the desk.
"No, but why is your face red, Kuroro?" The other teacher asked as he was noticing a faint pink shade on the other's face, but decided to make it worse by saying 'red'.
"It's hot. That's all." Thank god he was able to come up with an excuse.
"Yeah, it is. And the AC is not working well, too," he said, "well then, see you after classes."
He said and made a move to ruffle Kuroro's hair but the latter backed away and glared at him.
Basho laughed and left the room.
Kurapika returned to an empty home as always, but he was smiling.
"Tadaima." He announced calmly and held a photo frame in the hallway to his chest. "Mom, Dad, I'm home."
He put it down carefully and went to his room, then to the kitchen and back to his room to study.
'Kuroro-sensei wanted me to go to the museum with him..' his smile widened, 'it almost sounded like asking for a date..' now he grinned..
..
..
Then it downed on him, his thoughts..
'A DATE?!'
His cheeks flamed and his heart hammered wildly in his chest when he fully took in the thought. How could he think it like that?
He would never do something like this! He just asked for his company!
'Kuroro-sensei wants a friend on that trip!.. That's it, sensei, right?'
..While somewhere in a lighted study room, a handsome night-haired man suddenly sneezed and shivered.
'Strange..' he thought.
A/N: I hope this chapter makes it up for the confusion that happened in the last chapter. And I reeeaaally want to see Kuroro's hair ruffled! w
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