Chapter 6:
That entire day at school, Tomoko was sexually aroused. She couldn't help but stare at nearly every guy she saw—making her feel even more perverted, and arousing her even more.
I really need to go home and get this out of my system. She thought. It's not like I'm going to learn anything…I can't get my mind off of dicks…
She found herself staring at one of her classmates. She blushed, and sighed a bit, but then shook her head and frowned.
What am I a dog in heat?! All these hormones are driving me crazy!
Despite her determination, her gaze drifted once more.
…Oh yeah… she thought. What a nice set of hipbones….
She chuckled to herself.
"Hey what are you looking at?" a voice said from behind her.
Tomoko gasped loudly in fear. The whole class looked at her.
She turned around in rage.
"Aizaku!" she said angrily. "What the hell was that for?!"
"My bad," he said calmly.
"Goddamn it!" she said, rubbing her head. "Never do that to me again."
"Note taken." Aizaku said, almost robotically.
"You should never scare a girl like that." She said, growing more bold. "Never!"
"I didn't mean to," he said.
"If I want to stare at dicks, then that's my—" Tomoko realized the words that were coming out of her mouth.
Aizaku's eyes widened.
"That's what you were staring at?" he held in his laughter quietly.
Please someone kill me. Tomoko's face turned dark, dark red. She was still incredibly aroused, but also extremely embarrassed. She felt the room spin. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Oh my, Tomoko, are you alright?" he asked.
Is this what it feels like to die of embarrassment?
Tomoko fell in one large clump the floor.
When she woke up, Aizaku was standing over her, next to the nurse.
"Hi Tomoko, are you waking up? You had a panic attack," the nurse said kindly, applying an ice pack to her head. "Don't try to move too much."
She turned to Aizaku.
"Put this on her head when she wakes up more. Don't let her get out of this bed, alright?"
Aizaku nodded. "Alright."
Tomoko moaned as the nurse exited the room.
"My head hurts," she said. The ice pack fell to the side of the bed.
"You hit it when you fell to the ground," Aizaku said, applying it to her head again. "You're pretty accident prone, aren't you?"
She sighed.
"I won't tell anyone about what you said," he whispered softly.
"Th…Thanks…" she said shyly.
Slowly, Tomoko began to calm down. The warm, soft bed comforted her, easing her of her nerves—and as she began to sink deeper into the blankets, her sexual thoughts slowly faded. She felt extremely sleepy, and quite blissful.
"What time is it?" she asked, yawning.
"It's five-thirty." Aizaku responded. "Class ended a few hours ago."
Tomoko felt relieved. She attempted to stand up, but her hands were still a bit too weak. Aizaku offered a hand to her, and helped her up out of bed. His hand was warm and soft. She smiled, red-faced, and the two began to walk out of the abandoned school.
The sun was just setting, and the entire sky was painted pink and blue. The trees on the hills above them swayed gently, as the lizards, insects, and small animals began to settle down for the evening.
"Are you going to be okay on your own tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah,"
"I can help you with any homework that you missed, so don't worry about that,"
"Alright," she said, smiling.
Suddenly, Aizaku stopped.
"What is it?" Tomoko asked.
Aizaku exhaled.
"Tomoko," he said softly. "I can't keep up this charade forever. I have to tell you something."
Tomoko's heart pounded wildly. What could he mean?
"Tomoko, all of this homework….I'm not super smart or anything. In fact, I have to study super hard every night just to teach you the basics. I'm not as smart as you might think. In fact, you're far smarter than I am. Initially…I didn't know why I did it…but then I began to see that I did it for you, Tomoko,"
He held her by the forearms. Tomoko's eyes flooded from the sudden influx of emotion. She looked into his shining eyes, overwhelmed.
"I realized, Tomoko," he said, "that I liked you."
Tomoko didn't remember what came next. She remembered feeling weightless—but tormented. She felt amazing—but horrible. Her chest hurt, her head hurt, her eyes burned. She felt herself go limp in his arms.
Is this what it feels like to be loved? She asked herself. She breathed heavily.
Aizaku held her, and kept her from falling.
"I have to know how you feel, Tomoko," he said.
Sweat built dripped down Tomoko's forehead. Her breathing reached forty breaths a minute. She realized she was having an anxiety attack.
She broke away from Aizaku, and ran as fast as she could. Tears flew from her face, and sobs choked her up. She ran past the train, silently weeping. She ran for several miles—until she got home. Then, she sprinted upstairs, locked herself in her bedroom, curled into a ball, and wept until she fell asleep.
"It's just too much," she kept repeating to herself. "It's just too much"