A/N: Warning, extreme OOC-ness. Apologies ahead of time. I apologize, it is hard for me to portray Hiratsuka and Hachiman since I have difficulty relating to them. However, the story will continue on its original charted course. I am giving up on trying hardest to keep them in character to parallel their anime portrayals, the characters' personalities will most likely be very much off, I can't nail the perfect replication of 8man and Sensei, so once again, my apologies. I will still try my hardest to write an enjoyable story still...hopefully the OOC isn't story breaking. Enjoy, and please leave a review. Here's a little change in perspective just for a look into another set of thoughts.

Hmm. It's a little odd to see Hachiman in so early. How long has he been doing this? I wonder, had he just been coming in early and sitting there avoiding others often.

There was something about him. These thoughts... The ones I've been having for the passed few weeks, they were either going to be the best thing that may ever happen to me...or they will ruin me and everything I've worked for in life.

There was something about him, about Hikigaya-kun that made me feel, more leisure, more calm, more understood, and more...say, at ease while around him. Yes, he was a total hopeless masochist, accepting life in its most black and white state and being totally fine with it. Maybe it was because I could relate to him. In certain ways, we were the same.

"Not exactly Hikigaya-kun. With you, nothing was an act," I said. It sounded quirky but it was true, he was the only one I was the most sincere with.

His expression showed a somewhat surprised flinch. He remained quiet however. I noticed he has been looking at me for quite a while now. Well, I'm just as guilty too. During class, I'd glance his way often just to look at him. He stood out from the rest of my class, always seeming to have the attention span of a rock, yet scoring with some of the highest scores in the roster. I have high hopes with Hikigaya-kun...to say the least.

I smirked slightly at the thought I just had of him.

The bell rang. Homeroom to start within moments.

I stood up, running my hand through my hair, straightening it out and patting down my lab coat.

"Keep working hard Hikigaya. You have a lot of potential in you. I see it."

"Hm," he said beneath his breath.

...

I walked out of the classroom and to the staff restrooms. I'll be expected to be in the class in a few minutes to teach yet another lesson that no one, except Hachiman, will actually pay attention to. Closing the stall door behind me, he pushed up against it closing my eyes in relief. I ran my hand through my hair repeatedly trying to set my thoughts straight.

Truthfully, while sitting next to Hikigaya, my heart felt as if it were cause my chest to implode. It was really pounding.

I can't take it anymore...it's been going on like this for weeks now. Something about him. There was something about him, something that my heart would pound for.

No. No no no. It can't be. No. You cannot. Shizuka, you cannot, it is forbidden. You can't suppress it either.

The world was spinning. I'd told him to see me after class today. After school was done.

That journey in the car we had. I guess I had been a little too weak. I was very revealing, very vulnerable, acting in a way a teacher should never act around a student, however with him I felt it would be okay. I felt he would be understanding. Jeez, Shizuka you are weak.

I can't, I though over and over, I can't...he's a minor, and I'm an adult. I shouldn't be feeling this way.

No, the men you are with just have bad taste in women.

That quote resonated in my head again, like a catchy song from the past, never forgotten.

Dammit! This puts me in such a dramatic problem! However, I was actually starting to believe that he also felt something. Call it my ignorant fantasies, but I feel that there is a force present in his heart. There was only one way to find out... I rebuilt my composure and walked back to class. All I could really think of was Hikigaya-kun. What is wrong with me?

"Sorry class for the tardiness. Now take your seats, get out your notes and listen up! Exams are approaching and our time together is drawing to a close, I want your full attention!"

Countdown start.

I leaned up against the wall dividing the classroom and the hallway. Hikigaya would be here any moment. I just need to have a serious talk with him. I had to confront something so I could overcome it and pass it over.

Hikigaya walked in, completely oblivious to my presence, probably genuinely believing the room was empty. He crossed the room and came to rest by the windows, viewing the front gate of Soubu High School.

The setting sun shined against him in a perfect photogenic manner, it's rays broken by his messy, yet organized hair.

Something, a circuit, and regulator short circuited in my head.

I had lost control.

I shut the door and went to lock it.

"Hikigaya-kun..."

"Hm? Sensei? What's going on?"

I pocketed the door key in my slack's pockets. He could easily snatch them from my looser coat pockets.

"We went over this Hachiman. We are alone."

"Hiratsuka...uhhh...what's going on?...Hiratsuka?"

I actually didn't know. My mind was on one track, but my body was on another.

"Shizuka?"

My eyes shot wide, my fists clenched, my pace increased. What was going on? Shizuka, stop!

I grabbed him by his shoulders and closed the distance. Our lips pressed against each other's.

We both pulled away quickly. I gasped. What had I done? I kissed a student! My first kiss where I made the move too! What had I done?! I was definitely finished now!

"I'm sorry, Hikigaya...I don't know what came over me... Umm...I-I didn't mean to-"

Before I could finish he grabbed my maroon neck tie just like in a shounen manga and looked me straight in the eyes. He carried a look of determination, to him the world was zoned out. I was motionless.

He my tie sharp,y towards him and closed the s all distance again, sealing our lips together again. His pull on my tie created a moderate amount of momentum, causing me to knock us to the floor, still sealed together.

He finally pulled away, laying on his back. I shot up, supported over him by both my arms.

My face was really hot right now. His cheeks were turning a dark shade of red as well. A smirk grew on his mouth.

What had just happened. None of that was under my control.

What had I just done?