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This time it's Saotome's story, I hope you enjoy~

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Warning:The usual EveryonexFuruichi if you squint.

Disclaimer:For the characters' joy, I don't own them or this manga/anime. The original story belongs to Tamura Ryuuhei.

SAOTOME

Saotome yawned loudly, feeling tired and sleepy.

After work, he was asked by the principal to go drinking with the teachers from Saint Ishiyama. "Please Saotome-sensei, I'm no good at drinking, and they invited us so at least one representative of our school has to go! Please Saotome-sensei!" begged the old man.

He didn't feel like going, but he decided to go anyway because of three reason.
One...free-drinks, which, if you ask him, meant a lot.
Two...there were some teachers he hadn't seen in a while that he wanted to meet and chat with.
Three...he knew that some of his students were on quite good terms with some of Saint Ishiyama's students, so keeping in touch with that elite school could turn useful for them in the future. Though he would never admit thinking such a thing for his students' sake.

The evening had been white enjoyable, ha chatted and drank a lot. In other words, quite a good evening.

As he drank he couldn't drive, that's why right now he was riding a train home. It was quite late already, but the train was unusually crowded.

With his height, Saotome stood tall among the passengers. He was holding a hanging hanger with both his hands, sometimes leaning his head against them while closing his eyes.

He opened them since he felt a sweet perfume coming from his right, and what he found was a very exposed chest. His eyes were fixed to that cleavage, dangerously big and very much to his liking.

Then he looked at who did that not-very-buttoned shirt belonged to, and his eyes flew open. A girl, a high-school girl still wearing her uniform.

Saotome clicked his tongue, and looked away with a frown on his face «Tsk a student. I'm not a pedo.»

The teacher felt outraged and betrayed, but what squeezed his stomach was also guilt.

When his stop came, he lazily got off of the train. He was on the platform when something pulled his jacket. He looked back and the one who was holding him still was the girl that was standing next to him on the train.

Her bangs were covering her face, and she simply held on him, saying nothing.

Saotome noticed that her hands, in particular the one she was holding him with, were trembling slightly.

Seeing that she said nothing, the man spoke up, using a reassuring voice as much as possible "Hey, what's wro-"

"Apologize."

Saotome looked at the girl, confused, not knowing what she meant, not sure if he heard it wrong, or not even certain if he was too drunk to process it all.

Deciding that he needed to hear her words one more time, he asked her to repeat "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said...apologize." her words were firm, even if her voice was strained.

"What? What do I have to apologize for?" asked the man confused.

The girl lifted her head and her big eyes could be seen watering. She bit her lower lip and frowned, then spoke with more resolution "Apologize! I didn't say anything in the train because I didn't want to attract attention, but I won't let you go like nothing happened. Now apologize!"

"What -" Saotome couldn't even finish his question when she anticapted him.

"Don't play dumb. You know what you did. You...you touched my butt!" her voice raised and raised, until she was actually shouting.

Everyone on the platform froze upon hearing those words, Saotome included.

And the teacher had just enough time to process the information, that a policeman came. As he hurried towards them, he asked in a worried yet firm voice "What happened?"

The girl, still not letting go of Saotome's jacket, looked at the newcomer and said "This man here, touched my bottom while we were in the train."

Snapping out of his shock, Saotome recovered and tried to prove his innocence "Hey, it's a misunderstanding. I didn't touch anyone's butt! Let alone a student's!"

The policeman didn't seem convinced, and neither all the crowd that gathered around them and started whispering.

The girl glared at Saotome "You liar. Then why were you looking at my chest?!"

«I did peek a bit, but I didn't touch your ass!» Saotome started to sweat, and no comprehensive words left his mouth.

Seeing his very suspicions reaction, the policeman grabbed his arm and gestured him to come with him "Sir, please follow me to the office."

Now Saotome was really panicking, not knowing how to get out of a situation too ridiculous to be even funny.

His usually flat and cool voice sounded exasperated "That's-"

"That's not true."

A new voice joined their conversation, and the young man who approached them was a boy with silver hair.

Saotome's dark eyes widened "You…" «Furuichi!»

"What do you mean?" asked the girl, looking at the fellow student.

Furuichi smiled at everyone, and after greeting them all, he said in a very relaxed and composed tone "I mean that his man didn't lay his hands on you."

The girl frowned at him and asked impatiently "How can you say that?"

The boy answered in an unbelievably serene voice "Because you see…he's a teacher, and he would never do anything to someone underage, let alone students."

The policeman was still holding Saotome's arm when he addressed the silver-haired boy "And who might you be?"

Furuichi pointed with his finger to himself "Me? I'm one of his dear students, so I can absolutely guarantee for him."

Both the girl and the policeman, as well as all the people who were listening to their conversation, didn't seem convinced…not one bit.

Seeing doubt and skepticism in their eyes, Furuichi sighed softly, a bit tired of not being trusted but still not blaming it on them.

"You see, I was in the same train as both of you, of rather, I was sitting just a few seats away. I wanted to call out to sensei, but I didn't want to annoy the people around us to I didn't."

The girl looked at him in confusion, blinking her long lashes slowly "...So what?"

"So…I didn't pay attention to every movements of sensei's, but I can at least assure you that he wasn't the one who touched you." Furuichi's voice was composed, as he spoke slowly. He waited a moment, letting the silence build a bit of suspense. «God, I so like their worried faces!» grinned internally the tactician.

He cleared his voice and then spoke firmly "As for the reason, miss, I think you know it as well. You probably just didn't realize because of the moment's haste. Because Saotome-sensei…he was holding the hanging handle with both hands, so there's no way he could have touched you!"

And just as he finished speaking, a train passed, making his silver hair flutter graciously, as he proudly stood there.

When everyone stored the shocking declaration, the first one to react was the girl. She blushed deeply, seeming to have realized her mistake.

The policeman asked her for confirmation "Is that true?"

And her reply was a whispered and embarrassed "Yes…"

Then the man released Saotome, who sighed, glad that Furuichi got him out of such an ugly situation.

When the four of them thought that everything came to an end, the people around started whispering. But even if they were whispering, things liked "Look at her, dressed like that. No wonder she attracts ill-intentioned people!" and "That's no way to wear a shirt, how shameful." or even "Wait, didn't she do it all just to attract attention?" could be clearly heard by everyone.

The girl lowered her head and grabbed her skirt with her hands, as her whole body started to shake visibly. Furuichi looked at her and realized that she was about to break down from embarrassment, stress and pressure.

And when he saw a tear rolling down her cheek, he decided to speak up "Hey, don't say that! She's not wearing the shirt so open because she wants to. Look at the third button, it's missing right? I bet she had to unbutton the first two as well because otherwise it would have looked strange! Am I right?"

When the silver-head asked her for confirmation, she nodded. «Just how did he even know!?»

Saotome scratched his beard, praising his meek-looking student «Amazing analyzing skills.»

As they exchanged a few more words, it was decided to leave the girl in the kind policeman's care, who would have looked for the real molester.

Before leaving, Furuichi approached the girl and gave her his scarf "Use this to cover up, it's dangerous for a girl to dress like that when it's this late."

She took it and thanked him.

Saotome's eyebrow lifted as he frowned, seeing the scene in front of him «You have to be kidding me...Is he really not popular with the other kids?»

Then Furuichi run up to Saotome, and together they walked out of the station.

As soon as they got outside, the man took out from his pocket a pack of cigarettes, putting one in his mouth.

He was rummaging in his pockets looking for something to light it with, when Furuichi offered him "Do you need a lighter?"

He looked at his student, who was holding a lighter out for him. He stared at him for quite a while, then looked at the lighter, and then back again at Furuichi «…Maybe I shouldn't smoke in front of him, it's good for his health and all…»

"No it's fine, there's no need." and suppressing his need, Saotome took the cigarette from his lips and placed it back where we took it from.

Furuichi looked at him in confusion, but eventually put away the pretty lighter Oga's parents gave him as a present.

When they came to a crossroad, Furuichi pointed to the right "Sensei, my home is this way."

Saotome nodded, "You need me to take you home?"

Furuichi laughed, or rather chucked, but it was still the thing nearest to a sincere smile the teacher had ever seen adoring his pale face. Saotome didn't like to meddle with others' business, but he knew that among the students, this frail silver-haired boy wasn't treated very well. He knew but didn't act, believing that it was only a small matter between kids. Yet...he felt the raw and bitter flavor in his mouth, called guilt.

"It's fine, thank you. I'm a boy so it's alright!" said Furuichi happily…actually too happily for Saotome's liking.

"Hey…" called out dark-haired man.

"Yes?"

"Thanks…about earlier" the man wasn't being shy, but surely he wasn't very comfortable with the current situation either.

Furuichi was taken quite aback for the other's words, but as soon as he overcame the initial surprise, he grinned "You're welcome, sensei. And by the way, I only did what everyone would have done."

«There's no way those three idiots would have helped me out. Fuji surely wouldn't have moved a finger, neither would have Takamiya…let alone Oga. And to think they're even my disciples!»

"Maybe. Doesn't change the fact that you helped me." said Saotome as he smiled fondly at Furuichi and ruffled his hair, patting the surprisingly small head with his big hand and running his fingers on the silver hair.

Furuichi didn't move away, instead he closed his eyes and enjoyed the rough yet kind touch, welcoming the unusual skinship. Saotome, on his end, after seeing the boy's reaction, found himself not wanting to let go either.

As this went on for a few more moments, suddenly Furuichi jolted, surprising the dark-haired man as well.

What caused such a reaction from boy was a text being sent to his mobile-phone, which was in his pocket, in vibration mode.

Saotome observed amused as the boy frowned quite deeply at the screen. Then without typing a reply, Furuichi closed his phone and put it back in the pocket.

"That silly discipline of yours is occupying my room without my permission, saying he's bored. I bet that the idiot feels so lonely that he's crying!" said Furuichi as he laughed evilly.

Then the silver-haired boy bowed at his teacher "Well then sensei, I have to go. I'll see you at school. Good night!"

"Yeah, 'night." said Saotome as he shooed him away with his hand.

Then Furuichi started running in the direction of his house, and seeing him doing so, Saotome shouted after him "No running, you're going to fall!"

And from afar he could hear a "Yes~"

The man stood there, lookng at Furuichi, whose silhouette was getting farther and farther, until it disappeared completely, swallowed by the darkness.

Omake

Saotome was sitting on a big rock, smoking his cigarette as he watched Fuji and Takamiya try out a new spell he taught them.

Then Fuji called out to him "Hey old man, I'm done. If there's nothing else, I'm going home."

Takamiya said nothing, but he stopped practicing as well.

Saotome looked at them for a few moments, then sighed deeply and quite loudly. "Why...why can't you just be like him..."

Takamiya frowned visibly, "You don't mean...Oga?"

The man waved his hand in front of his face as a negative reply "No way. I'm talking about Furuichi here, can't you learn a bit from him?" said Saotome as he sighed once more, this time louder.

Fuji raised an eyebrow curiously "Who?"

The other boy looked at him in disbelief, not believing that he could forget about him "...Are you for real?"

"Oh come on. Furuichi, the one that is always with that punk Oga. Pale, slender, silver hair. About the only one who's not a delinquent unlike you all." said in a scolding tone the spell-master.

Fuji and Takamiya looked at each other, both feeling slightly offended by how their teacher spoke.

"If you like him that much, why not make him your disciple as well?" asked Fuji in a mocking and challenging voice.

Saotome scratched his beard, deep in thoughts. «Violence doesn't suit him, so the less he fights the better. But...»

"Hmmm. Maybe you're right. It won't harm to teach him one trick or two. Besides it will do me good to have a well-behave kid like him around instead of you disrespectful lot. You three really don't know any manner." concluded satisfied the man.

"No way..." Takamiya stared at him, in utter shock. He never would have guessed that the carefree man would be willing to take Furuichi under his wing.

Fuji scratched his head, commenting with a flat and emotionless "Gross."

Thank you very much for reading.
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Next one will be Takamiya&Fuji please do look forward to it.
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