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Chapter 4
"Oh my god..." Gakupo stumbled into Hiyama's class, as he did at the end of about half of the classes with his five minute break. "The art students are completely covered in paint. Looks like a nightmare out there!"
"Nani?" Hiyama looked up from a stack of papers he'd been looking over. As originally expected, after the first class, when the young women realized he wasn't interested in them, only about a third showed up by the end of the week. It had been two months since then, so he was praying to keep the students he had.
Oddly enough, this caught him off guard.
"Head to toe, like they were instructed to paint each other and took it the wrong way. You should come see what the hall looks like!" Gakupo grinned as he turned, seeing the paint smears across the entire floor.
"What is she doing to them?" Hiyama set a sturdy grimace in place as he walked to the next room and knocked on the door.
She flung the door open, her eyes wide, her teeth the only part of her not covered in paint. "Are you alright, Miss Aoi?"
"Matsu, please." She bowed, catching Gakupo off guard. "Just showing the students about REAL art!" She turned and looked into the class, every inch of the room coated.
"What in the hell..." Gakupo sputtered and Matsu grinned even wider.
"You may be a musician, but you don't really understand unbridled passion, completely letting loose, breaking all of the rules to make one perfect thing, do you?"
"Not like this!" Gakupo gawked, looking around. "The janitor is going to kill you!"
"I already got permission, and they've ordered an extra cleaning crew for the end of the day. I'm set!" She giggled and Hiyama sighed.
"I'll be lucky if my students will even come to class with this disaster. They'll get paint all over them just going down the halls!"
"They'll come. If not due to obligation, then curiosity will get them here. Trust me."
"I've already lost two thirds of my students. Please, don't drive the rest away!" Hiyama begged and Gakupo's eyes started to shine.
"Two thirds?"
"They drop the class when they realize he's not interested in them romantically. The curse of being so handsome!" Gakupo reached out, pinching Hiyama's cheek, who instantly smacked the hand away.
"I'll admit, Kiyoteru-sensei was always my favorite!" Matsu grinned, and looked down the hall, watching as the students stared down the hallway. "It might be a good time to return to your rooms." She was about to pat Hiyama's shoulder before stopping an inch from his shoulder. He looked over curious and realized she'd just saved his suit.
"Sorry, I'm a touchy person. It's habit for me. I'll refrain." She grinned and bowed low again.
"You're not Japanese, why do you bow and talk like that?"
"I'm a huge Japan freak. I've always wanted to go to Kyoto and Okinawa." She grinned and Gakupo frowned.
"Anime or Manga?"
"Manga."
"Otaku."
"I have a job and live on my own." She huffed before walking back into her class.
"She understood what that meant. I don't know whether to be happy or terrified."
"You should have realized she was a Japan freak when she knew what Vocaloids were, baka." Hiyama pushed his glasses up his nose and turned to his class.
"You'll notice she didn't say she wasn't a virgin." Gakupo grinned and Hiyama stalled a foot from the door.
"That's just inappropriate." He barely turned his face, but Gakupo saw the blush.
That was all he needed to know. "Fine, I'll leave that one alone for you." He bowed low before returning to his own classroom, leaving Hiyama standing in the hallway, a blush half down his neck.
By the end of the day the entire hallway, walls and all were covered in paint, and Hiyama was amused to see all of the students, not just the art students, slinging the substance around. He watched as Matsu came out and grinned down the hallway, watching the commotion. "Looks like you were right." He spoke softly to her, she turned to him and he noticed her breathing was hard. "Are you alright?"
"It's been a heavy day, acting like one of them for eight hours." She turned her eyes back down the hall, watching the last student file out through the door and Hiyama was surprised to hear her gasp. He looked back to her, watching as she literally tore the clothing from herself.
"What are you doing!"
"I'm too weighed down, I can barely move or breathe." She grunted as she tore the top off, Hiyama sighed in relief to see a tank top under the one piece work uniform.
She tore off the remainder of the uniform, and turned, unaware of the horrible blush that now covered the Japanese teacher.
"Please tell me you have something to wear besides your underwear home."
"I do." She stumbled from the room, a sarong wrapped around her waist. "I figured this would happen." She grinned and Hiyama sighed.
"A woman your age wearing strawberry underwear..." Gakupo grinned, watching from the doorway to his classroom. "It's cute!"
Matsu just stared at him, her mouth hanging slightly open, as if she didn't know whether to hit him or cry.
"Are you trying to pick me up? If so, you suck at it." She huffed, causing Hiyama to stifle a giggle.
He was caught off guard when Gakupo turned to him and winked, returning to his classroom.
"Uh, do you want to take a shower at our place before going home? It can't be comfortable to be like that." Hiyama spoke softly, deciding to ignore the other.
"I wouldn't be a bother?"
"No, and I'll order a dress so you can go home more comfortably."
"That's going too far!" She looked up, shaking her head and Hiyama smiled.
"We have plenty of money. We're here to keep from being bored." He grinned and Matsu nodded, looking down. Hiyama smiled, wondering if she was blushing.
"Give me a moment to pack up."
It was about ten minutes later that they walked through the door to the building. Hiyama sighed as he looked around and Matsu, noticing his look could only giggle. "You two are polar opposites, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but we keep each other in check, except for this..." He started picking up the clothing littering the place.
"How about this, in exchange for the dress, I'll help you clean up after I get a shower. Sound fair?"
"Actually, that would be nice." Hiyama smiled and showed her to the bathroom.
Hiyama started searching online for a dress that would be suitable and in her size as soon as he heard the water start up. It really surprised him how nothing online seemed to be nearby that would work for her. He finally found a shop up the street that had a white dress with small blue flowers along the bottom hem. It was a low cut, flared dress with spaghetti straps. He frowned, thinking about it and also bought her a set of undergarments to go with the outfit, to keep the paint from seeping through. He found a set of satin white Chinese style Mary Jane shoes and nodded, knowing that it would look good on her. He sighed as he went offline, then jumped straight back, seeing her face an inch from his.
"Is everything alright?" He quickly stammered out, catching her off guard.
"I've already asked you that! You weren't moving!" She stepped back, placing her hand on her chest.
"I'm sorry to have worried you. I was looking for a dress for you." He smiled softly before realizing her current clothing.
He turned away from her and lightly coughed, hiding his embarrassment. "I'm sorry, your dress won't be here for a little bit. It should be delivered within an hour."
"It's fine. I'm just not used to this if I'm not in my own home." She grinned at the situation and laid her hands on her sides, smoothing out the towel she was currently wrapped in. "Besides, my towels aren't this nice!" She giggled as Hiyama turned back to her about halfway.
"I'll head downstairs and get drinks. Do you like coffee?"
"Hn!" She smiled for a moment and looked around. "I'll follow you down. It would feel odd to be here in someone else' house without them there."
Hiyama nodded, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. "Then please, follow me." He smiled as he turned to the door.
Gakupo was on the couch, sans everything save his pants, the floor re-littered with clothing. Matsu giggled at the scene and he jumped up with a blush at seeing her ordeal. He quickly turned away, covering his eyes with his hands all the same. "If you two are going to be so intimate, is it really necessary to come down here?"
"She took a shower to get the paint off. I have a dress being delivered for her, but it's not here yet. If you hear the door, please take the package and let her know?"
"Oh. Yeah, sure." He frowned, refusing to turn towards her.
"For such a playboy, you're certainly shy." Hiyama chided and Gakupo responded by tossing a pillow at him. Matsu grinned, watching the two for a moment before Hiyama finished his trek into the kitchen. Matsu followed after and looked around. It was spotless!
The stove was brand new. The fridge looked like it was right off the showroom floor. She looked around at the clean counters and was in awe. She walked over and opened the refrigerator door.
"You don't have any food in here?"
"We always eat out." Hiyama shrugged as he pulled out two coffee mugs from the cabinet. She looked around, realizing why everything looked so new and frowned.
"That isn't good for you. I'll go to the store as soon as I'm dressed and make you dinner."
"You've already offered to help with the cleaning, I can't impose that much!"
"It's fine! Actually, I have fun with you two! It'll be interesting to see what you think of my cooking!" She grinned and Hiyama just stared at her, the carafe in his hands.
"You're really unexpected." He stated flatly and Matsu frowned.
"Is it a bother?"
He could hear the fear in her voice, the slight tilt to the inner eyebrow that showed her discomfort at the situation. All he could do for the moment, though, was just stare at her.
"It's refreshing." He turned back to the carafe, finally filling it with water.
Alright! Another chapter completed! Remember to review!
I hope you enjoyed it!
Yeah, by the way, you can probably tell where this is going. I'll bring in someone for Gakupo eventually, but not yet.
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じあね!
ジャズ民
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