It had been a month since he started teaching Haru Italian. Hayato was sure Judaime was purposely making sure he was teaching Haru at least 3 times a week; he was nowhere in sight after school and Hayato looked. He found that the consistent alone time was making it harder for him to ignore the fact he had an impulse to kiss her. The stupid woman who always annoyed him, was making him think stupid thoughts and he need time away from her but it wasn't happening.
Hayato was surprised however to learn that Haru soaked up languages like a sponge, she got the basics down within two weeks. It helped that when she said certain things he would respond in kind by showing her what it meant. They were currently going over some phrases when she caught him off guard with a word.
"Say that again."
"Baciami" she stated, any control he had went out the window when she said it. He quickly leaned in and kissed her cheek, though brief he could still feel her soft skin against his lips. He pulled away and looked at her. Her face was flushed, surprise in her expression.
"Careful what you say." He then went on to teach her the proper phrasing, his own ears burning. She got most of what he was teaching as she finished dinner, afterwards she went home and he collapsed in an embarrassed heap on his bed.