Rena: Psh, you just liked the dream. That's all you read it for. Dino's always sexy, you crazy thing you. :C I didn't want to ramble and start describing Dino covered in rain, I'm sorry. Kekeke, I'm glad you're adddicted to this now. In your face! Aki: He did fall on his face, he was covered in rain and he was in Kyouya's wet dream. LOL. You love me for that? D'aww, mister\miss Aki, you make me smile. I'm glad you're liking me story even though there isn't any penetration yet, haha. Give it time, my sweet, give it time. fuwacchi: I know you have wet dreams about us in class, please don't deny it. You're dating an older woman, after all. It's natural! (H) You're feeling sorry for Kyouya? You should flame me for that. Just do it. Just write a flame, girl. DO IT. I want one still lmfao. :X Yes, he was all wet... Mmmm. I thought you might have gotten jealous if I wrote a paragraph on his shirt being seethrough ohoho. I Like To Stalk You: Erections make the world go round, mhmm. FFFFFFF. Dark green;s nice, black and white, too. :D My wardrobe is mostly black and white. Sob. alguien22792: Aww, are you feeling deprived of smut? Good. You fiend. It's not obvious what Dino is? :O Ohoho. Well, he's not human, if that helps? e_e;; Dream rapist could be correct... I thought I'd given it away for ages, haha. You can have erect nipples through your bra! If you have one of them lame ones... xD They aren't going to be explained just yet, I'm afraid. Still trying to add in more speech. Face Faith: :D I'm glad you're enjoying reading this crap~ Kekeke, that scene was fun to write. At the beginning, I found out I repeated one of the colours all the way through without realizing it. Such a derp moment. Any text from Dino = jizz. Just jizz. I only know BS! 18plusForMe: I feel evil, kekeke. No lemon for you! Since my lemons are long anyway, and these chapters are about 2-3k, it's not going to work is it...? FAIL. D8 dotYui: Love you, girl. Although you hate me and my British English. Suck it. dotYui: Yeah, the mark needed a companion, sob. It was so alone, just calling out for friendship... dotYui: LOL YES. Wet dream and he came, ohoho. Glad you got that, some people didn't. You're not 100 percent. If you're pure, my ass is black.
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Chapter eleven—Degrading Epiphanies
Groaning whilst trailing a hand through my hair, I walked at a steady pace through the empty hallway, making my way towards the classroom gradually. My alarm hadn't sounded that morning and for some reason, I'd overslept as well. It was the end of lunch when I'd stepped foot onto the school site, walking quickly as I tried not to miss the last lesson. I needed to attend the minimal amount, after all, but missing a whole day without attending one and not calling in to announce my absence, that meant my average would've been lowered. It would've affected my skipping routine, too. If I wanted to continue my relatively normal life of leaving class when I deemed it appropriate, ditching random lessons to take a nap somewhere else and forgetting about the subjects I should've been learning, I needed to attend the last lesson. At least I won't fall asleep today, I shuddered lightly to myself before reaching my hand out in front of me, opening the door quickly and inwardly grimacing at the creaking hinges yet again. When I had free time and remembered, I wanted to attack the door with a small pot of oil to make my entrance quieter. As I stepped inside the room, I could feel everyone's eyes on my body and face as I walked quickly down the aisle, ignoring the teacher's incredulous call of my name before preceding on to question my disappearance.
"Hibari!" I heard an idiot near the front row call my name as I passed by him.
Ignoring Sasagawa's call, too, I made sure my eyes were not trailing over to the left of me before I sat down, deliberately titling my body away from Cavallone who was seated beside me. I didn't want to take a peek at him since it would serve as a reminder of my embarrassment yesterday and possibly bring the humiliating feeling of my cheeks heating up to my attention. My pride had been butchered enough the past few days and if I could help it, I wasn't going to intentionally wound it any further.
"Don't be late again," the teacher reprimanded me with a strict tone from across the classroom.
My eyebrow rose in amusement as I saw him turn around and start writing on the board again, but not before telling Sasagawa to shut the hell up and concentrate on his work. I soon found out that the lesson was Mathematics, one of my best and if I was being honest, one of the most enjoyable, too. Although I usually didn't usually raise my hand up to answer questions through class, on the odd occasion I'd call them out loudly—not bothering let my hand rise above my head—before acting aloof again. It was another way to get through without much trouble.
When I produced a large yawn and quickly covered my mouth with my hand, I'd blinked in surprise at the moisture that was building up. Shaking my head quickly, I crossed my arms over my chest before leaning back in my chair, only tilting far enough so I wasn't tipping over and falling onto my back and embarrassing myself. My left foot was still pressed against the floor as I leant back further, eyes narrowing as I observed the behaviour inside of the classroom. Couples that were sat next to each other were passing notes, some making faces whilst there were the rare few that were sneaking peeks out of the corner of their eyes before blushing and turning away. It was sickening to see the individuals who were in denial, too; the pairs that insulted each other before a light blush was present across their cheekbones as they protested the fact that they even enjoyed teasing the other person. It was like kindergarten, in a way, where the different genders were too shy to approach each other.
What would their opinions on same sex relationships be? I mused internally. I hadn't seen any homosexual couples inside high school yet, only a rare few as I walked across the shopping district on the way back to my apartment. I'd blinked in shock when I'd seen two males holding hands and letting their forearms brush against each other, hardly understanding how they could've been attracted to the opposite sex. I'd considered myself asexual recently, only just developing what seemed like a twisted interest in sexual activities within my imagination. From what I could tell, there had been a male and then Cavallone himself that had been featured within my dreams at that moment in time. No female genitalia to be found, I pointed out.
Does that mean I'm h-homosexual? Leaning forward into my desk, I let my face fall into my open palms as I pondered over my latest thought. For Cavallone, nontheless? I could accept that I was interested in the same sex, I supposed, but the thought of being attracted to Cavallone in such a way sent a shiver down my spine, making the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand up at the same time. It was an absurd thought especially since he'd only popped into my mind only one time. His face hadn't popped into my mind when I'd masturbated lately—which seemed to be more than enough for half of my lifetime—which clearly indicated it could've been a one off occurrence. I hope so.
The sound of Cavallone's laughter met my ears and I'd acknowledged it immediately along with the musical tone it always seemed to have possessed. I could feel his eyes on my face, making my skin prickle once again, as I kept my eyes glued in front of me on the board that was eventually getting coated in equations.
"Hey, Kyouya," he called softly. "Shall we continue where we left off?"
What? When I heard his desk scaring against the floor, indicating that he was moving closer to me than before, I frantically looked for something to capture my attention. Last resort, I sighed internally.
"The answer's four," I called out loudly, causing the teacher to blink in surprise before nodding at me.
That's him off my back for the rest of the day, probably tomorrow, too. My chin was placing in my palm as my left fingertips were pressing gently across the material of my desk. I was still refusing to look in Cavallone's direction and after calling out the answer, he'd stopped shuffling my way and I couldn't feel his stare on my face either. It was probably too optimistic to think that he'd given up, but I chose to believe it for a fleeting moment.
After a few minutes of silence from Cavallone's general area, I felt something lightly tap against my arm before falling down onto my desk. Arching my eyebrow in curiosity, I placed my arm down by my side before picking the crumpled piece of paper up, straining my ears to pick up any sounds coming from him, before opening it slowly.
Do you like me, Kyouya? Tick yes or no!
Just the make the ridiculous situation worse, he'd taken the time to draw out wonky boxes with his clumsy scrawl, their labels matching the poor quality and yet again, Cavallone had placed a sloppy heart in the corner of the page. Grinding my teeth together, I firmly held the top corners of the piece of paper in each hand before pulling them apart, producing a loud ripping sound that somehow, didn't attract too much attention. Once the page was ripped into more than eight individual pieces, I brushed them off of my desk onto the floor, watching as the paper drifted in the air for a few moments before settling down scattered across the floor. Instead of releasing an annoyed sigh or something remotely similar, a low whistling sound came from Cavallone beside me. Turning my head in his direction, I peeked out of the corner of my eyes to see what exactly he was doing.
It was probably my worst idea that day so far. I'd forgotten that he was going to act as a reminder for my embarrassment yesterday; so when my retinas had absorbed the image of Cavallone whistling quietly whilst staring in my direction, our eyes immediately connecting as I stared awkwardly at him, I could feel my cheeks heat up a fair amount from the embarrassment. Surely I have better taste than Cavallone. Unintentionally, there was a lump building up in the back of my throat as I tried to drag my eyes away from his sienna irises. The whistling stopped after we'd started looking at each other and as soon as a small smile was spreading across his lips, I whipped my heat around before looking down at my desk incredulously. Why did I react like that? I asked myself. There were no logical answers I could give myself, but I was soon reassured when I'd felt that my face was back to normal temperature.
I heard him chuckle again before a tense atmosphere settled in the air around us. My index finger and thumb were soon playing with the bridge of my nose, trying to get me through the lesson without calling out in annoyance. There's only less than half the lesson left, I pointed out. I can ignore him. I made sure I could still see his rough shape in my peripheral vision as I watched the equations across the board again. I'd yawned lightly into my hand before I could acknowledge it, blinking in surprise at how tired I was despite the fact I'd slept for almost twelve hours.
My attention and curiosity was piqued when I heard something tap against the floor, landing just beside where I thought my leg was. Arching an eyebrow, I had decided to move and inspect when had happened, but when Cavallone got out of his seat quietly and crouched down onto the floor, my muscles tensed at the invasion of my personal space. Whatever he dropped, I could practically feel him against my leg from our lack of distance. Inwardly grimacing to myself, I didn't dare peek out of the corner of my eye as I waited for him to sit down and not come any closer to me. My muscles had locked when the sound of his shirt rustling met my ears.
Having air blown directly into my air—moving my hair out of the way in the process—was not what I was expecting. I turned my head immediately, feeling the humiliating feeling of my cheeks being stained with coloured again from the soothing feeling, looking across at Cavallone's smug smile before he took a few steps back and sat down in his seat. He'd started humming to himself quietly, letting his eyes trail over the colour on my cheeks before tapping his fingertips against his desk whilst praising his work.
Snapping out of my embarrassment and feeling my face drain, I gnawed on the inside of my cheek before casting him a quick, but irritated glare. I tasted the gentle flow of the copper liquid that was flowing from my cheek before I could acknowledge it. Blinking in surprise, I turned round again; efficiently ignoring Cavallone's smug smile again, looking down at my clenched fists before frowning. This really isn't how I wanted my day to go, I mentally sighed.
"Kyouya," he drawled out my name before making a hissing noise, indicating he wanted my attention.
Instead of answering, I chose to slam my head against my imaginary wall. Although there was no pain, it was suitable until I could find a real wall and attempt to bring myself back to sanity. I've found out I'm gay and then blushed and now he won't leave me alone! I groaned out loud whilst inside my head at the same time, choosing to get my head fall down and fall against the wood of my desk. The material was cold against my forehead, but it was better than staring in my peripheral vision at the strange blonde beside me. I couldn't see him at all at that moment, which was good, of course, so I let my eyelids flutter shut whilst trying to drown out his quiet laughter.
"Am I affecting you, Kyouya?" he whispered lowly.
Slamming my hands down onto the table, I stood up before turning towards him, a deep scowl etched onto my face as I raised my left hand up. I raised my middle finger up before lightly clicking my tongue in disgust, picking my bag up before leaving the room immediately. It was amusing to see the surprised expression that had spread across his face, but when a smile had been playing on the corner of his lips—or so I thought—when I'd picked my bag up, that was infuriating.
"I'll punch him in the face next time," I decided whilst pushing a door open to exit the building.