Michiru wasn't sure why she agreed to this. She usually never went out with a colleague, especially someone she disliked.

Michiru blinked and looked down at her black dress. Her best friend Setsuna had insisted she wore it. She also told her to stop saying that she Hated Haruka Tenoh when she was drooling over her.

She scoffed at that. She didn't drool over Haruka. Truth be told, she found her to be an extremely annoying, egotistical, narcissist prick.

"Okay, you think she is all that but as soon as she asked you out you said yes."

"Well I want to see how she is outside of school. Being a teacher can be stressful. And I want to give her the benefit of a doubt. Maybe she is not a prick when she is not telling my students to run around the field."

Setsuna blinked. "Your students?"

"They are my homeroom kids, Setsuna. They are my students. They are pretty calm during my class and they always unwind and talk about how Haruka makes them overwork themselves."

"They will talk shit about P.E when they are not doing shit in Art class." Setsuna tilted her head. "They hate sweating. Do you have any idea how many of them love to skip P,E? I should know. They are always going to my office asking for a medical excuse. Kids are lazy!"

"No. They are not. She is just being mean to them. You know instead of going out on a date I should've just gone and filed a report on her. That would teach her."

Setsuna tilted her head yet again.

"No pun intended…"

Michiru took out her phone to look at the clock. Haruka was late, and she had sent a message saying that she was five minutes away, according to the GPS. Michiru looked at the time the message arrived and at the clock again. It has been seven minutes. Before she could get mad at Haruka's delay, she saw with the corner of her eye a tall blonde walk into the restaurant.

The corner of Michiru's lips curbed into a concealed smile as Haruka walked in looking absolutely handsome. Her hair was disheveled, probably because of the helmet she was holding in her left hand. She was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, boots, and that confident grin that made her agree to the date in the first place.

Michiru closed her eyes and exhaled through her nose.

"Hey! I made it just in time."

Michiru opened her eyes and saw the blonde put her helmet on the floor next to her foot and then face her. Those green eyes shone with a playfulness that Michiru had not seen, not at school, though. Haruka combed her fingers through her hair, trying her best to make it look as presentable as possible before placing her hands on the table and giving Michiru that playful smile that made her weak in the knees.

"Did you manage to have a look at the menu?"

"No, I was waiting for you."

"Ah well!" Haruka lifted her hand and turned to the waitress, signaling her to come their way. "I heard the salmon is quite good here, so is the sushi."

Michiru narrowed her eyes at Haruka and watched as she grabbed two menus from the waitress and handed one to her. The blonde opened the menu, her green eyes scanning over it before lifting her gaze to lock it with Michiru's blue eyes. "You look beautiful by the way." She sneered. "This look is very different from the cardigans you wear at school."

"You don't like my cardigans?"

"Eh? No! I mean you look different. You look nice."

"Hmm." Michiru moved uncomfortably, pushing a strand of aqua hair away from her face and tucking it securely behind her ear. "You look nice too."

Haruka smirked. "Do you like my out-of-school look?"

"Much better than the sweatpants and polo," Michiru said, her lips stretching to a playful smile as she looked at Haruka over then going back to the menu.

"I am a completely different person when I shower." Haruka laughed and closed her menu. "Thank you for agreeing to this."

Michiru shrugged. "Not like I have anything better to do on a Friday night. I do have to say I wanted to stay at home."

"Understandable." The blonde leaned closer. "There is no tired like teacher tired."

Michiru nodded. "Amen to that." She heard Haruka chuckle, and she also felt her burning gaze on her. All she had to do was lift her eyes, and she found the blonde gazing down at her with a fire that she wasn't quite sure she had seen in anyone before. She cleared her throat to let Haruka know she noticed how she was looking at her, but Haruka did not yield; instead, she leaned over the table, closing the gap. "You do know staring is rude, right?"

"I am aware."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"You are not answering my question, Haruka." Michiru closed the menu, leaned back on her seat, and crossed her legs as well as her arms.

"If I make you so uncomfortable then why did you agree to go out for dinner?"

Michiru pursed her lips. "I don't know. Because, if you want me to be honest I find you to be quite annoying."

Haruka raised her blonde eyebrow. "Oh? Do you?" She let out a breathy laugh. "Now I am even more intrigued. Why am I annoying you, Michiru?"

"Because of the way you treat the students."

Haruka tilted her head to the side in confusion. "What? The way I treat them? Don't tell me they go around whining about me."

"My homeroom kids do."

Haruka rolled her eyes and leaned back. "Your homeroom? What group is it?"

"12-C."

"Ah. I get it."

Michiru frowned. "What do you get?"

"Of course they are going to whine. We are talking about Tsukino and Aino's group."

Michiru scoffed. "Excuse you."

"Oh please, Michiru. Those two are the laziest kids in school. I tell them to run and they start crying like I was insulting their ancestors." Haruka clicked their tongue. "Don't judge me based on your student's opinion of me."

Michiru inhaled sharply but the inside of her cheek and turned just in time to see the waitress walk towards them.

"Are you ready to order?"

Haruka nodded, her annoyance clear on her face. Michiru took notice of that. Good to know that Haruka carried her heart on her sleeve and that she wasn't one to hide her emotions… unlike her.

"I will have the Alaska roll with extra wasabi," Haruka said while opening her menu one last time. "And a bottle of your handcrafted house beer for now. I will have another one when the food arrives."

The waitress wrote down Haruka's order in a small notebook and then turned to Michiru. "And for you, ma'am?"

"I'll have the Dragon roll."

"Anything to drink?"

"Water is fine."

"Alrighty," the waitress said, picking up the menus. "Your food will be here shortly." She left, leaving both women to their awkward staring contest.

"No alcohol?"

"I don't drink…"

"A teacher that does not drink alcohol is not a teacher at all," Haruka said as the waitress came back with the open beer. She thanked the waitress and went back to stare at Michiru. "Staring is rude."

"So back to my students. You are trying to tell me that they are just two whiny kids that talk shit about their teacher for no reason other than they are lazy?"

Haruka took a sip of her beer and nodded. "Pretty much."

"What do you do with them?"

"I make them work out. If you think about it, they wouldn't exercise if it wasn't for my class. They rather sit at their desks all day."

"And if they refuse?"

"I give them a bad mark on their daily class." The blonde shrugged. "What do you do when your students draw a crappy drawing?"

"Crappy drawing?" Michiru scoffed. "I am sorry but they do not do crappy things. They have their own way of expressing themselves through art and— why in the world are you laughing?"

"I— I am sorry! You are trying to sound like this philosophical humanistic teacher when in fact you are just as fed up with their shit as I am."

Michiru scoffed and shook her head. "You really are a prick, aren't you?"

"Maybe I am, but that didn't stop you from wanting to go out to eat with me just to see where things would lead."

"What are you insinuating?"

"Oh please, Michiru. I've seen the way you look at me. You want me, you've wanted me since I stepped foot in that school at the beginning of the school year and you can't hide it." The blonde smirked.

That smile evoked something inside of Michiru, something that she had not felt in a very long time. "Egotistical as well?"

Haruka shrugged. "I state facts. I saw the way your eyes sparked when I walked into the restaurant and—" she looked down at Michiru, eating her up and burning the way she looked in that little black dress deep within her mind. "I am sure you didn't wear your cardigans for a reason."

Michiru didn't answer but crossed her arms over her large chest. Every word spoken by the blonde was fuel added to the fire in her pit in her gut.

"We can keep it a secret if you don't want the kids to know," Haruka said, grabbing her beer and taking a long gulp.

Michiru narrowed her eyes and moved to yank Haruka's beer from her hand. She pushed it to her lips and drank— an angry indirect kiss. She knew Haruka was staring; she knew she was taking in the way her throat moved as she swallowed each large mouthful of beer until the bottle was empty. Once finished, she slammed the bottle on the desk, raised her hand to the waitress, and asked for another one.

Haruka was dumbfounded, yet her eyes burned with lust for Michiru. Good. That's exactly what Michiru wanted. "Your house or mine?" Michiru asked, grabbing the freshly open bottle, taking a sip, and giving it to Haruka.

The blonde smiled, took the proffered bottle, and licked her lips as she dove in for a drink. Michiru shivered in delight when she saw Haruka's tongue darting from her lips to the bottle. "I live five minutes away."

Michiru pressed her thighs together. "Yours then."