"Oh? Hilda your hair is up again. That's a shame." Hilda's mother said, sighing a little. "I really thought your hair was cute down."

"Well not everyone thought that." Hilda grumbled, pulling her boots on hurriedly. Surprised by her tone of voice, her mother looked at her concerned.

"Have you been feeling alright Hilda? This whole week you've been-"

"I'm fine!" Hilda snapped, shooting a glare at her mother. A pain hit her in the chest when she saw her mother flinch away from her. Gently, Hilda apologized and said,

"It's been a tough week."

Her mother nodded, as if to reassure her. "Okay sweetie. Just… be careful alright?" She gave a small smile. "I'll make your favorite dinner tonight."

Hilda smiled back. "Thanks mom…. I….I love you." Her mother's smile seemed to become a little brighter.

Hilda pulled open the door and left. Walking to school though, her own smile began to vanish from her face.

Even just saying the word "love" made her think of him. And thinking of him made her heart hurt.

XXXXX

That entire week she had been avoiding him. She didn't show up to his classes and she refused to make eye contact with him in the hallway. He had tried of course. The innocent teacher didn't know when to stop,

But Hilda just ignored Mr. H whenever he did.

It hurt. It hurt too much to look at him. Even hearing his voice made her want to cry.

She loved him too much.

XXXXXX

"Hilda?" Mr. H looked up. "Has anyone seen Hilda today?"

"I saw her Mr. H!" One of the students shouted. "She was in gym today."

"Oh…" Mr. H said, frowning. "Well…she must have a good reason for not coming. Maybe she's in the infirmary…" He said before turning his back to his class to face the chalkboard. "Again," he muttered under his breath.

As he wrote the day's lesson on the board, he heard the class whispering behind him.

"Is she really in the infirmary?"

"Who?"

"That Hilda girl!"

"Shh! Keep it down!" He heard the student say not so quietly. "Maybe she's having a y'know…time of the month thing."

"Oh ha ha. I swear you're disgusting."

"She's probably just ditching again." Another student said. "I heard she's just been hanging out on the roof all week."

"The roof? Wait, aren't we not allowed on the roof? Shouldn't someone tell her that?"

"Eh. Not my problem."

"Quiet class." N said suddenly, turning around. "And turn to page 231." As he taught his lesson though, his mind was fixed on one thing and one thing only….

XXXXX

Hilda opened her eyes. Blinking, she sat up and shivered, realizing that she was still on the school roof. Groggily, she checked the time on her phone. The numbers reflected on the glass screen caused her to fully wake up.

"Shit." She whispered to herself. School had already been over for over two hours. Quickly she got up and began heading down the stairs.

She had skipped her last class, N's class, again and escaped to the roof. Though the roof was "off limits" as long as she wasn't caught, she'd be fine. A sigh escaped her lips.

She just couldn't go to…. That class. It was too painful to go.

It was too painful to look at him.

As she ran down the steps, a sudden realization hit her, causing her to stop. She cursed again.

She had left her bag in the classroom. His classroom. She had left it there before she had retreated to the roof, all those hours ago. A sickening sensation hit her when she realized that she would have to go and get it. And since she knew N's after school schedule well enough, there was a 90% chance that she would bump into him.

Her feet shuffled as she wondered what she should do. Maybe she didn't need her bag? No, that was a complete lie. She would need it for tonight, not to mention that her mother would probably ask her when she came home why she didn't have it.

Groaning out loud, Hilda cautiously began to walk to his classroom, trying to move as slowly as she possibly could. Reaching the door, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

She could do this. She could do this….

Bracing herself, she opened the door.

"…"

Slowly she opened one eye, then the other. She sighed in relief. Nobody was in the classroom. She quickly walked over to her desk and grabbed her bag. She was about to leave when she took a quick glance at N's desk.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Cluttered and messy. The desk was cluttered and messy again.

"I don't pay attention for one week and this is what happens." She said to herself. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she began reaching out towards the desk. "What a big-" She stopped herself.

No. She wouldn't. She wasn't his problem anymore and he wasn't hers. She had told herself she wouldn't. She had told herself to cut all ties with him.

Pulling back her hand, she turned around to leave.

"…."

But her feet wouldn't move. She remained standing, by his desk, yet looking at the door. She had to leave, she knew she had to but,

Stretching her hand slowly outwards again, she this time rested it on his desk. A sad smile traced her lips.

How many memories did they make in this classroom? When did they first become friends? When did she stop seeing him as her teacher?

When had she fallen in love with him?

Taking a shaky breath, she gently brushed her hand against his desk.

One last time.

"Goodbye…. N…" she said, hand lifting. "Goodbye-"

"Hilda?"

Hilda froze. Her heart began beating rapidly. Her breath began to come out shaky. Terrified, she turned to look over at the door. Standing there, right there,

Was N.

She felt herself shake. She felt tears rush to her eyes. She felt a stabbing pain in her chest.

"I-I…" She said, forcing herself to look away. Her gaze moved around the classroom rapidly, half trying not to look at him and half trying to force the tears back into herself,

"I-I… just came to get my bag!" She yelled, rushing past him and running out of his classroom.

She only made it to the stairs though.

She gasped as her feet, surprised by her sudden burst of energy, tripped over themselves as she ran down the steps. Failing to catch herself, she felt herself crash to the ground, her legs and arms bumping painfully into the cold tiled ground. She gasped in pain, already feeling the formation of bruises all over her body.

Back up. She had to get back up or-

"Hilda!" N called.

She blushed, her face becoming a deep maroon, as she tried to force herself to get up and run away.

But,

Before she could even attempt to, she felt a warm presence next to her and a hot breath near her ear. Gently, she felt N's fingers touching her arm. An electric shock went through her when he did and-

Her heartbeat became painful in her chest.

"Are you-?" N began to ask.

Hearing his voice so close to her, she instantly pulled her arm out of his touch. Remaining silent, keeping her eyes towards the ground, she tried to stand.

N, still hovering around her, unsure of what to do, could only voice his concerns.

"Hilda?"

"…."

"Hilda?"

"…" Still no answer from the brunette.

"Hilda please…" N said, his voice becoming painfully worried. A voice that made Hilda stop in her struggle. Her eyes shot up and met his.

She instantly regretted it. His eyes. Those eyes she had refused to look at for a whole week. That face she didn't want to see anymore. His voice that she didn't want to hear.

All those days of avoiding and hiding, wasted by one stupid, idiotic, embarrassing mistake.

"Leave me alone." She spat. She glared at him. Glared at him the same way she had glared at her mother that very same morning.

How long ago that seemed now.

A look of confused hurt flashed across N's face. However, he didn't pull back. He stayed, hands hovering, right near her.

"W-what?" The sound of his hurt voice made something in Hilda crack. Even so-

"Are you deaf Mr. H?" She asked, forcing herself to sound venomous. To sound angry. "I said leave me alone."

She then had to turn her head away. His look was too painful; she couldn't bear meeting his gaze. She felt herself breaking as she whispered,

"Please…. Just go."

Damn her. Damn every inch of weakness she was showing. Damn it all.

Then,

WHOOSH

Eyes wide open; heart beating even faster, Hilda felt herself being lifted up by,

"N?! What the hell-?!"

Instead of answering, N held her close to him and began running off with her.

"N?! Why the-! What the-! Put me down!" She yelled, only to feel herself being pressed further into him.

"No!" He shouted. "I'm not going to!" Still running, he shouted again,

"I'm not letting you go!"

XXXXX

"Here."

N handed her an ice pack to hold against one of her knees. Taking it in her hands, Hilda could only cautiously watch him.

"Thank goodness you didn't cut yourself or anything." He said. "You scared the life out of me, falling like that."

After picking her up, N had ran with her to the infirmary that was luckily (or unluckily) open and empty. Placing her on a chair, N had set about to treating her wounds.

Now, with an ice pack pressed against her worst bruised knee, Hilda could only stare at him, something she had been telling herself not to do.

"I-I mean, what if you landed on your head!" N continued. "That would have really killed me Hilda. You need to be more-"

"Why…?" Hilda said cutting N off. He stopped talking.

"Excuse me?"

"Why?" Hilda asked again, this time meeting his eyes. "Why are you helping me?"

A confused look passed over N's face. "Why am I helping you? Don't be ridiculous you're an important-"

"Please just stop it." Now she really couldn't stop her tears. She had tried so hard to keep them back but now, now they kept falling, falling, falling down her face.

"Please N. I can't…. can't…." She hiccupped. "I-I can't…. I…I…."

She sniffed, looking down.

Her chest, her heart, her everything. Everything inside her hurt. She felt broken on the inside.

"I….I…" She tried, in vain, to speak again. But she only felt herself stuttering.

"I…I…."

Before she knew it, two arms were enclosing around her, causing her to tense. They stayed, wrapped around her, for what felt like an eternity.

"N?" She asked, surprised. His breath tickled her ear and his smell overpowered her.

"I…. I think we had a misunderstanding Hilda." He said, arms still around her. "I don't know what you thought but…. you deserve the truth Hilda…. I…I…" He pulled back and looked at her, his face slightly red. Taking a deep breath he said,

"I put the hickey on myself."

Hilda's eyes widened. She gasped and looked at N incredulously.

"What!?" She said, a look of shock crossing her face. N blushed and nodded.

"I put it on myself…. with a vacuum." He said.

Hilda could only gape at him.

"With a vacuum?"

"Yeah."

"B-but…but…" Hilda's mind was racing. She raised her hand and held it against her head.

"B-but that girl…" She said, remembering the girl who had walked out of the classroom with N.

"Her?" N said. Hilda nodded.

"Oh she uh…." His face seemed to grow even redder as he spoke.

"She confessed to me."

"What!" Hilda shouted again. N gave her a nervous chuckle and nodded.

"C-confessed?" She stuttered. N nodded again. Hilda blinked, trying to process what he had just told her. Despite her shock she couldn't help but feel a new wave of nervousness crash over her.

That girl, that cute girl, had confessed to N. Had confessed her love to him. Stuttering Hilda asked,

"W-well…w-what did you-?"

"I turned her down." N said immediately. Hilda blinked again.

"Y-you what? W-why?" She asked.

"I turned her down because," N paused, looking shyly at her. He cleared his throat and then gave her an innocent smile.

"Because…I love you too Hilda."

Hilda's eyes widened and the beating of her heart seemed to speed up rapidly. N looked at her, still with his sweet smile on his face.

Had she just heard him correctly? Was she dreaming? Was this real?

"H-huh?" Was the only response that came out of her.

"I love you too." N said again. Despite the blush on his face, his eyes were serious and his voice was strong.

"You…. you…." Hilda could only stumble over her words. Her cheeks felt hot and it felt like her heart was hammering in her chest.

He loved her? He loved her? Her teacher, the innocent, sweet N loved her? The regular student Hilda?

"You…you…!" She repeated again. N just kept smiling at her. Trying to calm herself down, Hilda tried to speak.

"You…. you realize that my "love" is wanting to put hickeys on you." Was all she could say. She blushed, looking at N.

To her surprise, N nodded.

"And," Hilda continued. "You realize that I'm…. I'm…just me."

N nodded again. Grasping her hands and keeping his eyes on her he said,

"I love you for you Hilda. I really, truly do."

"A-and you realize…" Hilda said, continuing on cautiously. "...T-that I'm your student."

Another nod from N. Hilda looked into his eyes and asked,

"Am I really okay?"

Not even a breath later N replied,

"Yes."

Then, leaning in, N kissed her on her lips. A light peck, as if testing to see if she liked it. When she made no effort to push him away, N deepened the kiss.

Hilda felt herself exploding on the inside. The pain, the fear, the jealousy, the resentment, the insecurity. All the emotions that had filled her that entire week seemed to disappear with that one kiss.

"N-N…." Hilda muttered, when they had separated.

"Shh…" N whispered, pulling her in again.

They kissed again and again, each time growing more passionate, Finally, Hilda dipped her head down, burying her face in his neck. She was about to kiss it when she felt N's two hands lightly grasp her shoulders and push her back. Moving his hand to her cheeks and stroking, N whispered,

"I want to put one on you."

Hilda's eyes widened and she felt her breath catch. N's blushing face and the warmth of his hand was the only thing filling her mind though. Embarrassed, yet unexplainably happy, she slowly nodded.

"Okay…N."

XXXXX

On Monday, the girls were going crazy.

"N has more hickeys!"

"What!"

"Are you sure!?"

"Aww, he really does have a girlfriend!"

N could only blush at their statements. Glancing up from his desk (where he was trying to hide behind the mountains of documents), his eyes caught Hilda's as she walked to her desk, her chocolate brown hair flowing gracefully by her sides rather than in a ponytail.

Hilda smiled at him then, making sure that no one was watching her, gave him a small wink and blew him a kiss.

N blushed a deeper shade of red and raised a hand to cover one of the hickeys on his neck.

"H-homeroom is starting!" He yelled, rising suddenly.

Hilda, watching him, could only giggle.

"N," She thought, watching as he clumsily knocked over one of the towers of papers. Her smile grew as she watched how he innocently attempted to catch the falling documents.

"I love you so much."

Thank you all for reading this funny little story I wrote! Glad you liked it. This manga is called "Sensei Suki" and is the second story in the manga. The real version is much, much dirtier than mine. Since I'm still pretty young, I didn't want to completely ruin my image. Still, I guess even reading a manga like this shows that my mind is corrupted….

Anyway, review!