Makoto Tachibana
Maybe it was the way that he had a certain schedule that he always liked to uphold, or maybe it was his sense of undying responsibility, but somehow, every day at 8 am on the dot, Makoto Tachibana would show up at my door. Polished and perfect, and ready to take me to school.
I had brought up the idea just once as a childish suggestion, but Makoto had taken it seriously.
"You're always late huh?" he chuckled, as I ran in through the classroom doors just as the bell rang.
"Maybe you should pick me up then." I laughed back, taking my seat beside him as I tried to steady my rapid breathing.
"Really? I'd love to!" he said as the teacher walked in the door, and of course, I thought that he was just playing along.
That is, until he appeared at my doorstep n the morning and I answered it wearing a pair of Power Rangers print fleece pyjamas.
Then he popped by the morning after that, and then the morning after that, and eventually, I was forced into matching Makoto's morning routine of waking up on time. I would always complain to him about it being too early for any sane person to be awake at this time, but at the same time, I couldn't just tell Makoto the truth.
I couldn't just tell Makoto that I didn't wake up every morning so I wouldn't have to cope with his excessive doorbell ringing or repeated wake up calls, or even that I did it so I wouldn't have to risk being seen in a pair of super embarrassing pyjamas again.
I couldn't admit that I actually woke up every morning to see him. Then again, as long as I got to see him smiling at me first thing in the morning, I didn't mind.
I didn't mind at all.
Extended Ending:
Or maybe the reason I couldn't tell him was because we would always pick up Haruka, and the young male would always find some way to make the walk the most uncomfortable thing.
Hence I dubbed him, Haruka-sensei, master of the art of cock-blocking.
Author's Note::/ I'm sorry. I just had to...