46

Reflection

Mr. Furuichi sighed as he loosened his work tie and took off his shoes. He sighed as he dropped his suitcase in his tiny apartment on his lumpy couch. He sighed as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sighed as he took a seat beside his suitcase. They had done it in the Lost and Found closet again. So far, no one was none the wiser and while Furuichi was grateful, there was a part of him that felt like they should be caught and he should be fired. The guilty part of him. Another part of him felt that this kind of attention felt really good and should be enjoyed since it is being offered. And then, the last bit of him, the part that spoke louder above all others, that part that said he was being used as entertainment.

The snowy haired teacher shifted in his seat. Even just to think that he was being played and used hurt and it was annoying. Finally taking a sip from his beer, Furuichi thought it was time to be a man, the professional educator he was supposed to be, and break things off with his delinquent student Oga Tatsumi. It wasn't going to be easy. Nothing concerning that kid is easy. Furuichi set the beer can down sighing while putting his head in his hands. Furuichi used his palms to press over his closed eyes. This wasn't going to be easy at all.

The next day started as any other. Oga waited at the gate to see Mr. Furuichi before class except the teacher had gotten to school before anyone else that morning. Oga periodically scanned the late crowd that shuffled in well past the morning school bell until he finally went to class to see if the teacher was even on campus today. The brunette bristled when he heard the snowy haired teacher's voice in his first period classroom. He's avoiding me again. Oga decided to bide his time, the delinquent could be patient when it suited him.

"You're avoiding me again."

Oga stood cross armed in the doorframe once all of the students were out of the classroom. "Come in, Oga. Have a seat."

The brunet cocked his head to the side and shuffled over to the desk pointed out to him by the solemn teacher. "Oga," Furuichi leaned against the plain metal lectern for support, "we have to stop doing this. Whatever this is needs to stop. I'm going to switch schools."

"What?"

Oga leapt up from his chair to fist Furuichi's button dress shirt in his hand. Slamming Furuichi on the wall, Oga could see that the teacher had anticipated this. The brunet's hand loosened in its grip and Furuichi adjusted his shirt before meeting their eyes. "Why are you leaving? What's wrong with what we got? What about me?"

"What about me!"

Furuichi shoved Oga back, the silvernette hadn't accounted for his own feelings before breaking things off. "You're young. Once you've had your fun, it's all over for me. And what am I supposed to do then? This is all for your entertainment! After your dick is satisfied, you leave! I'm a teacher, you're my student for goodness sakes. I can't ask you f-for...for…" Furuichi's throat closed tight, forcing shaking hands to fiddle with the knot of his tie. Furuichi turned an even more brilliant crimson when the tears spilled over his cheeks. Cradling his head in his hands, Furuichi mumbled through them. "...I can't ask you for more."

It was true. Oga was messing around, but he'd never meant to make Mr. Furuichi cry. But Oga didn't know what more meant, and it hardly felt like the time to ask right then. Even though Oga wanted to help Mr. Furuichi feel better he didn't know how. "Please, just go." Oga left the classroom in a stunned silence, and winced when the teacher only sobbed louder.