Summary: Tsukiyomi Ikuto had only one reason to go back to elementary school, even when he was already twenty-six years old; to pick up his sister's kid. Though, the hot, young teacher seems to tell his hormones otherwise.
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What happened in the last chapter: "It's almost time to pick up Akane. You should come, and then I can give you and Amu a proper introduction, since you guys got off on the wrong foot," Utau said, picking up her keys and jacket.
And Ikuto was in the game again. This time, he wasn't going to stuff it up with her, and he was sure of it. Amu, here I come, he thought as he jogged up the stairs to get changed. Oh yes, Ikuto was definitely in the game.
Teach Me – Chapter Four (Normal P.O.V)
Utau impatiently tapped her foot as she waited by her car for her brother that was currently taking way too long to get ready. She looked at her phone for the time, and gave an over exaggerated sigh. So she had only told him that she would introduce them properly, but did he really have to take it so seriously? There was probably a high chance that her friend Amu liked Ikuto already, Utau deducted, knowing her friend all too well. Besides, Ikuto was handsome and even Utau acknowledged it.
The door opened, and out stepped Ikuto in his oh so good-looking glory. He wore a button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his biceps, leaving the first three buttons unbuttoned. His long legs seemed to be suffocated by a pair of overly tight black jeans, which Utau even thought were too tight. His hair seemed to be slightly combed, but still messy nonetheless.
He tried to look as uninterested as he could, but even he could not hide the excited look in his eyes from his sister. She rolled her eyes, muttering 'try-hard' under her breath and getting into her car.
Ikuto quickly jumped into the passenger's seat, putting on his seatbelt. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. He felt so childish, prettying up over a girl and even trying to impress her. If anything, she was supposed to be the one begging for his love. But she wasn't, so he knew he had to earn it. And earn it, he would.
He checked himself out on the side mirror of the car on the ride there, checking for any blemishes or flaws that Amu would notice immediately. There was a little bit of pink on his cheeks – Ikuto reasoned that it was merely because of the sunny weather – but other than that, nothing that would make her like him any less. He had even put on his best man perfume. Ikuto was certain that he was undeniably irresistible now.
Ikuto could feel his heart hammering against his chest, and he attempted to shut it up, but failed terribly. He tried to think back to the last time he had felt so nervous, and he couldn't even remember. It had really been that long, and this was certainly not the time for his heart to be abusing his poor, poor chest.
Stumbling out of the car quite un-coolly, he straightened himself up and walked around the car. He strolled beside Utau into the school, opening the door for her as she stepped in. He stepped in shortly afterwards and followed her to a door where they both waited.
When he saw that Utau was busy searching her pricey leather bag, Ikuto glanced into the classroom. His eyes narrowed as he took sight of the little, pesky kids. But then, oh so beautifully, Amu arose from her squatting position beside a table full of kids.
She was like the rose amongst the weeds. She was the ray of sunshine in the darkness. And of course, she was Ikuto's reason to be around kids. Oh, if not for her, he would've been still at home, continuing his pointless ritual of life, avoiding those germ-filled kids.
The bell then went off, a continuous echo of dull bells. Ikuto stepped aside, letting all the kids run out the door and past him. He scrunched his face in disgust, making sure none of them touched him. How could something so small be so chirpy and happy and full of energy? Whenever Akane played by herself with a couple of Barbie dolls, making them kiss and whatnot, she seemed so happy. Ikuto never understood why she was happy, even when she was by herself. Childhood was good, when you never understood anything and you didn't have to care about anything. When you never fell in love with married women, except for your mum.
Something brushed past his leg and he looked down to see Akane running past him and clinging onto Utau's leg. Utau laughed and lifted her daughter up, giving her multiple kisses around her face. Ikuto felt the corners of his lips twitching upwards. It was nice seeing his sister being so affectionate, with her child.
Ikuto looked up and met golden irises.
Oh no, he thought. The heart pounding, chest abusing, butterflies eating at stomach feeling was back.
Oh no, no, no. It was such a terrible feeling. The beautiful teacher in front of him was staring into his eyes, and he couldn't figure out what she was feeling. She had a straight, poker face on and not a single trace of emotion slipped out. Oh how he wanted to know how she was feeling. All he currently knew was that she looked uninterested. Pissed off, even. Ikuto just wished he could say something, or rather, she look away. God, he felt so uncomfortable.
And he had no idea that Amu felt exactly the same way.
Amu was dying inside. That damn, irresponsible, rude, jerk of a guy was by far the hottest guy she had ever seen in her life. She didn't even expect to see him ever again, and here he was right in front of her.
Him and his stupid sexy face.
Him and his stupid sexy body.
Him and those stupid, damn gorgeous eyes that wouldn't look away!
She thought she ought to say something, but everything she wanted to say was stuck in her throat. She was aware of Utau in her peripheral, and she wished she could avert her gaze to Utau. It was so rude, not acknowledging a friend that was clearly waiting for a greeting. But his eyes kept her glued where she was.
She had to breathe.
She didn't even know she was holding breath until there was uneasy feeling in her chest from not breathing. If not for that smart, common sense in the back of her head, she would've passed out. But she remembered to breathe, like a sane human being, and that was what willed her to tear her gaze off him. Amu took a deep breath through her mouth, and turned to Utau with the brightest smile she could muster.
"I was wondering when you were going to notice me," Utau teased. "I thought you'd never be able to look away from my brother."
Amu went red in the face and gave Utau a light slap on the arm. "What brings you here today, Utau? Aren't you supposed to be on tour?"
"It was cancelled, so thought I'd come to pick up Akane and see you."
"Oh I see. Hey come here for a second," Amu said, pulling Utau into the classroom and away from Ikuto. She gave shifty looks back at him to make sure he wasn't secretly eavesdropping.
"Is that guy your brother?" She asked, referring to the man standing outside, confused.
"Yes, 'that guy' is my brother. Interested?" Utau waggled her eyebrows up and down for emphasis.
"No! I just didn't think you guys were related. Though I am starting to see the relation between the smirks…" Amu trailed off.
"Touché Amu, touché."
She sighed. "Why did you bring him along?"
"What, you don't like him?"
"No. I have a husband, Utau. And he's mean to kids."
"Yeah but still, not even a little?"
Amu was silent. She didn't know if she liked him, or she 'like liked' him. She felt so childish saying it like that, but it was the way she grew up saying it. All she knew was that they weren't friends. He must've hated her after the impression she gave him last time; she had been so cold to him. There wasn't any reason for him to like her at all.
Even if they were, it would've been a terrible thing. He seemed like an alright guy, but she really couldn't have been friends with him. Even just being around him made her go insane. She couldn't just stare at him while they were having a casual, friendly conversation. He was just so bloody good looking.
Oh God, what was she thinking?
Bad Amu, Bad Amu! She scolded herself. But she really had to admit, and any girl would've as well, he was… wow. He even smelled good. He could've been classified as edible, with the way he looked so delicious. And she would never ever admit that to him. Ever.
"I guess he's good looking," Amu finally admitted, but very quietly. She took a glance back over her shoulder and hoped he didn't hear anything. His eyes were distant, focusing on something else.
That body of hers.
It was amazing how many beautiful curves she actually had under her clothes, if he studied her really closely. She was so cleverly concealed under those clothes, but he could still see her glorious body. He had the eyes of a hawk like that.
She and Utau then turned around after a little more talking, causing him to quickly look away and around the room. She still had that straight face on and he reassured himself that she was just nervous, like Utau said. Both their heels made clacking noises as they walked toward him, stopping in front of him.
"I know you two made a bad impression each other, after hearing both of your sides of the story. So I think you guys should get to know each other again, and be friends. I can't have my best friend and my brother hating on each other; that just won't do. So go along now, and make up," Utau chirped, pushing him and Amu closer.
And the two were thinking the exact same thing.
What the hell am I supposed to say?
And that's the end of chapter four, hope you guys liked it! Tell me what you think!
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