This is a rewrite of an older story that I found with a lot of mistakes. I couldn't decide which fandom I wanted to do this for & used to have 5 or more versions of it. Now I have it down to Tokyo Mew Mew & Sailor Moon. Also, I'm combining both this & its sequel into 1 story instead of 2. Now being edited & fixed w/ Grammarly.
Ryou Shirogane is a teacher; Amaya Okunaka is a student in his class.
It was never supposed to happen, but they both fell in love with each other.
However, with the fact that they are teacher and student, most don't understand it; so they have to keep their relationship a secret.
How will their relationship survive stalkers, ex's, friends, & family? Read to find out.
I DO NOT OWN TOKYO MEW MEW OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS; I ONLY CLAIM THE STORY & CHARACTERS I CREATE!
"Hehehe! Mr. Shirogane…" A girl could be heard giggling from outside of a bedroom door.
"You're so sensitive." A man could be heard telling the girl in a husky tone of voice.
The man was twenty-five-year-old Ryou Shirogane. The girl was sixteen-year-old Amaya Okunaka; they had been secretly dating for about three months.
They had been secretly dating because, as normal as it was for people of significant age gaps to date—they were a unique case. Yes, age is just a number, but Ryou is Amaya's teacher.
Teacher-students relationships are typically frowned upon because it begs the question of: is the student smart enough to pass their classes without any extra special assistance?
Ryou is tan, has short blonde hair, blue eyes, and is about 5'7.5" with a slightly muscular build.
Amaya is alabaster-skinned, has crimson hair down to her mid-back with black highlights, purple eyes, and is 5'0" with a slim build.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
An alarm for five-thirty went off.
"Oh, I have to get going." Amaya informed, sitting up.
"I suppose…" Ryou sighed.
"I'm sorry. But I have to be home by six or mom will be angry with me." Amaya apologized and softly explained as they walked to the living room.
"Do you want a ride home? I can get you home a lot faster." Ryou offered, rubbing her back.
"No—but thanks; I can make it home just in time. Besides, I'm taking the bus; Ichigo and Momo are meeting me there." Amaya softly replied, grabbing her things.
"Do they know of us?" Ryou asked, watching Amaya get her shoes on.
"No—not yet. We've only been together for two months and three weeks. I thought we agreed to wait until we've been together three or four months to tell only our closest friends. Do your friends know?" Amaya answered and then asked.
"Yes, that's true. No, I don't think so; I think Keiichiro suspects something. But he doesn't know for sure." Ryou answered with a smile.
"Good. I love Ichigo and Momo, but they'd ask a lot of questions that I can't answer yet." Amaya replied, blushing as he walked her to the front door.
"And what kinds of questions are those?" Ryou asked, knowing precisely what she meant.
"Please don't make me say." Amaya spoke, slightly embarrassed, blushing big time.
"Ok, I won't make you say—yet. I'll see you in class tomorrow." Ryou told Amaya with a smile as she walked down the sidewalk.
"Yep; I'll see in class!" Amaya called back with a smile.
Ryou's P.O.V.:
My name is Ryou Shirogane, and the girl that just left is Amaya Okunaka; she is the girl of my dreams—and my student.
Even though she's my student, we've decided to start dating.
She was new to the school I teach at last year. Technically, she's still the newest student; there haven't been any new students since she started.
She's a timid, quiet, bookwormish type of girl—not very outgoing—but she's generally pretty happy.
She likes writing, reading, and art; she doesn't like most sports.
She does remarkably well in history and anything writing, reading, and art; her gray areas are math and anything science—and most sports.
Math and science are the reasons we're together.
Every Monday and Tuesday, after school, I tutor her, her two friends, and one other student in one of the study rooms.
Every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday after school, I tutor her at my house.
The principal and math teacher said she needed extra help—and that it seemed that I am the only one who can get through to her. Not that Ms. Haung, her math teacher, actually helps her.
Ms. Haung is always too busy to have study groups or one-on-one study sessions with a student. She would rather be drinking margaritas or something with her friends.
Oh, well; her loss is my gain.
I have been Amaya's tutor since last year.
Almost three months ago, Amaya was walking to a park or something when someone threw a football. It went long—too long; it hit her in the head, knocking her to the ground.
The group playing football were incredibly sorry and stayed with her until I checked on her.
My mother was a nurse in a hospital for many years and taught me everything she knew. She's now a stay-at-home mom, taking care of the household stuff.
My dad is an archeologist and isn't home very often. I love my dad, but we don't always see eye-to-eye on things.
Anyway, I placed Amaya on a bench and put a handkerchief I had wetted down on her forehead.
She was a little out of it… Ok, she was way out of it, but she was coming to.
In the state she was in, Amaya admitted how she felt. Then a few minutes later, when she realized just where she was and who she was talking to, Amaya panicked and apologized like crazy.
I told her it was fine, and we went our separate ways.
The next day at school, before classes, I pulled her aside and had a serious talk with her; I told her I felt the same way about her.
She asked what we were going to do. I told her we had to be careful, but we could try dating. And we must keep it a secret—from everyone, including our closest friends—just until we figured out where we were in a relationship.
After all that, I told her to think—seriously think about it all.
And she must've because by the end of the day—after group study, she said she wanted to try. And the rest is history; we've been dating secretly for nearly three months.
Every other Saturday, I take her two towns over, and we have lunch and see a movie—if anything is playing.
If nothing is playing, we just walk around a park before I take her home.
Well—actually, I drop her off at a train or bus station where she meets up with her two best friends, Momo Dashi and Ichigo Momomiya.
My best friends are Keiichiro Akasaka and Pie Ikisatashi; they are both teachers at the same school I teach.
Amaya and I've been together for almost three months now, and we haven't kissed or had sex yet.
I don't care about the sex; I can wait for that. But, at the same time, I would like to kiss her. Still, I won't force her; she's just so shy.
I only had one serious girlfriend before Amaya, named Hana; we started dating in our freshmen year of high school. We dated until the middle of our junior year.
I broke up with Hana because she started telling me—and going around, telling my friends I was no longer allowed to hang out with them; I could only hang out with her.
She didn't take it well at all—and never left me alone. She would cry and beg me to get back together. She claimed she was so sorry and that she'd change.
After a few months, during the summer before our senior year, I took Hana back, and she was better; she had changed—for about six months.
After six and a half months, she once again started to tell me who I couldn't hang out with, what I couldn't do, say, or even eat. So, I broke up with her again.
And again, Hana begged for me to come back to her. And after three months, me being stupid, I went back to her.
But that time, it only lasted two weeks; she was beyond pissed and wouldn't leave me alone. So—I did the only thing I could think to do and got a restraining order against her.
However, that didn't help; Hana ignored the restraining order and now served a five-year sentence. Not just for that: there were other things Hana did to get thrown in jail that long.
But that's not my information to share—not that I know what she did.
After Hana, I had few short relationships and some drunken one-night stands.
Since being with Amaya, I haven't drank any hard liquor. I drink beers here and there—and sometimes I'll have three to five Jell-O shots.
I already mentioned my parents, but I didn't mention that I also have a younger sister, Pudding.
Pudding is three years younger than Amaya, at thirteen; she has a few friends, but this kid, Tart, is her special friend. Overall, she is a good kid.
Anyway, back to Amaya.
She's such a sweet girl—with secrets.
I know she is a little spazzy, has asthma, has ADD, OCD, social anxiety, and mild depression. I think she has PTSD as well, but I'm not sure about that.
I think there's something up, but I'm not sure what. But I will find out—eventually.
But for now, I'll bide my time and take things slow.
Normal P.O.V.:
But what Ryou doesn't know is that tomorrow, he'll learn a lot more than he bargained for…