Title: A Perfect Mess.
Summary: Hachiman Hikigaya doesn't know what happened, what he did wrong, who he pissed off, but for some reason he is forced to live with three female roommates since the start of his new term in university. Now this might be every man's dream, but for him it's close to becoming a nightmare. Living with the likes of Sagami, Haruno-senpai and Isshiki is no joke. But no one is taking his problem seriously. Except for Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei. But can she take him out of this hot mess or will she make his life an even bigger mess.
Note: A bit ecchi.
Since the start of this new term, his life had become a living hell. Hachiman Hikigaya was made to switch into a new dorm and forced to live with three new roommates.
"Hey jackass! I'm done with the shower."
This polite tone of voice belonged to one of his roommates. Minami Sagami, a red head with attitude problems and prone to mood swings. From day one, the two of them had been butting heads and the only thing they had in common was their mutual unhappiness with their current living arrangement.
"What about the others?"
"Don't know, don't care."
Like a number of conversations which they had before in mornings like these, this also took place with a door being kept firmly shut between them. Hachiman was in his room, Sagami was standing outside.
Not for the first time, Hachiman acted against his better judgment and opened the door to his room. Despite what kind of behaviour he might be met with in return, there were some values ingrained in him which made him act in a respectful and courteous manner towards women. Even with the likes of Minami Sagami.
But he didn't entertain the woman's sorry attempts to slap him in the face. There had been more than a couple of times when these comically violent incidents occurred and apart from the first time she hadn't been able to land a single blow on him.
"What the hell!?"
"Watch it!"
This time she came close.
Hachiman had opened the door and he was met with a sight to behold. Minami Sagami was clad in nothing but a peach coloured towel which happened to be a size too small to provide even a modicum of decency. This piece of bathroom accessory was firmly wrapped around her shapely breasts and left her gorgeous legs exposed well up to her upper thighs. In fact, he was fairly certain that if for some reason she turned around and bent down to pick something up, her entire ass would be exposed to his line of vision. But that was not something which was likely to happen.
Instead he observed a thick droplet of water fall from her wet hair and trickle down until it vanished between the valley of her breasts. But peace and silence lasted only for a short while.
Minami Sagami soon came back to her senses, her cheeks flushed and she took an actual swing at him. But Hachiman Hikigaya was too quick with his well honed reflexes. Ever since his first year when he got into a terrible accident and had to undergo physical therapy to recover, he had started taking better care of his body. Though he was no gym nut or a well trained martial artist, he could handle himself in a dire situation.
But this was not one of them.
"Let go you creep!" Minami shouted.
"I would like an apology first."
"Like that would ever happen. Now let me go!"
As luck would have it, she had been moving about a bit too much and for some reason he hadn't let her go yet. It was probably why the towel came loose and fell down to the ground, pooling around her ankles.
Hachiman released her hand as soon as it happened and used his hand to cover his eyes, but this time around he was a tad too late. He had caught sight of her naked body, those breasts, those nipples. He couldn't dare let his eyes wander and travel south and she had dropped to the ground out of reflex, a sort of defense mechanism to deal with the situation. She felt a dire need to hide from his sight and pick up that damned towel which had come undone at the most unfortunate of times.
The sight of a beautiful woman kneeling before him first thing in the morning, with her face coming in line with where his lower appendage would pop out had it not been safely tucked away behind his pair of pajamas made him think some pretty nasty thoughts. It made his blood travel south and made something twitch, involuntarily.
But when he felt her grab his knees for some reason, which almost made him buckle and made the thoughts in his head worse, he dared himself to look down and he was brought back to the land of reality with the glare in her grey eyes.
"Move asshole!"
"R-Right, sorry."
He swiftly made his way into the living room, leaving her completely naked, down on her haunches, figuring out whether she should cover what little she had of her modesty left with the fallen towel or make a run for it to her room where she could change into something decent. In the end, making her first bad decision of the day, she clutched the small towel to her front, barely covering anything and ran to her room, leaving her buttocks completely bare.
Minami hoped no one had noticed this small slip up.
Hachiman had looked over his shoulders and watched her bare bottom bounce back to her room. He shook his head, let out a world weary sigh and wondered whether these altercations with the insufferable woman and seeing her in multiple levels of undress would one day make him completely immune to the natural charm and sex appeal of beautiful women. It would be a sorry day when that happened and should it happen, he was pretty sure he would try and get himself killed by coming in front of a speeding truck.
But as it so happened that day would never come as evidenced by his interaction with Minami Sagami today. What further added to this point was the effect the sight in the living room/kitchen had on him. He gave out a visible groan and rubbed his face with his hand before taking another gander at this problem which was a result of his interesting living arrangement on campus.
"Yukinoshita-senpai, you are indecent."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
Haruno Yukinoshita-senpai was a final year student. She had shoulder length black hair, the tips of which she had dyed purple to 'change things up' as she told him earlier and she had a sizable pair of breasts which were pushed out gloriously because of the inbuilt support structure of the risqué little number she was wearing. Over these last couple of weeks he had been fairly educated by her on the types of nightwear a woman of her caliber wear and by now he knew the difference between a babydoll and a teddy perfectly.
His earlier impression of those words being used to portray silly little things for sweet, little innocent girls to play with were completely ruined. Those people at the women's fashion industry who designed these types of sinful clothing had a twisted sense of humour, he thought.
And like most times he couldn't help but wonder how many of these did she have in her closet. He wouldn't be surprised if she said it was about a hundred. He had heard that some women liked to collect different types of footwear, but in the case of Haruno Yukinoshita, it seems she was a woman who had a far more interesting hobby and liked to collect skimpy outfits.
This morning she wore a red hot baby doll lingerie with almost transparent lace and mesh material that had a cute little satin bow at the front. It added a more subtle, sexy touch.
Knowing he was looking, taking in what she was wearing, she stretched herself on the sofa in the living room, lying on her back, bringing one of her legs up to graze the smooth skin of her calves and thighs and he couldn't help but take in a few more details of her negligee. It showed off her well developed curves as she oozed an aura of confidence and sensuality which he had come to associate with this formidable woman.
"I still don't understand why you can't wear pajamas like a normal person."
She let out a sexy chortle. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy the view."
He blushed. She knew how to push his buttons. Riling him up seemed to have become her pastime these days. He still persisted because he could be bullheaded on some occasions and this was one of them.
"I think you would look cuter in pajamas."
She was all smiles. "Be thankful with what I wear, taking your sensibilities into consideration, Hikigaya-kun. I feel more comfortable when I don't have a stitch of clothing on me. That's why I sleep in the nude."
Hachiman balked at the suggestive tone of her voice and couldn't help but picture her nude in her bedroom. Her room was right beside his and now that he knew this interesting thing about her, that she slept naked, he wasn't sure he could ever fall asleep looking at the wall on his side of the room, while knowing what was on the other side.
He gulped and looked at the coffee table. There was a cup of herbal tea and a plate of snacks. But next to it was his phone. That would explain why he didn't wake up today to the sound of the alarm going off on his phone. Not that he needed it. He had an interesting wakeup call today featuring an almost nude Sagami Minami.
Half joking, he asked, "Did I get any calls?"
Haruno Yukinoshita smiled and sipped her tea. "You got a few."
Now that was a cause for worry. He was filled with a sense of dread. Leaving his phone outside the confines of his own room was a terrible mistake to make. Sure, he had a complicated pattern lock on his phone, but that would be useless against incoming calls.
He didn't dare to ask. "O-oh r-really. Who called this early in the morning?"
"Shizuka-chan." Haruno said, jovially.
He waited for her to elaborate but she didn't and that was kinda annoying. He wanted to ask her what Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei wanted to do with him this early in the morning, but he ended up asking. "Well, what did you say to her?"
"I told him you were still asleep."
"Oh, that's good -"
"You didn't let me finish. I told her you were still fast asleep because last night we shared a night of passion, had lots of sex and it probably tired you out."
Hachiman was so confused. "W-why, why would you tell her that?"
"Because it's fun to mess with Shizuka-chan." Haruno said.
This was another thing he had come to know about this complex woman. She liked to mess with people, get into their heads. She knew she was an attractive woman, the ideal woman in many a man's opinion and she never missed an opportunity to use that fact to her advantage. Ever since these two became roommates, this bold senpai of his has been sending him signals that she was okay with them having a sexual relationship.
But that was not about to happen. The duo had history. Back in first year when he got into an accident which landed him in the hospital for three weeks, Haruno Yukinoshita had been the one behind the steering wheel, barreling the speeding car towards him and managing to hit him in a near fatal manner.
But that was all in the past. Nowadays her attempts to hit on him were of a different variety and thankfully involved no cars or vehicles in any shape or form. But he would really appreciate it if she didn't mess with his social life and bothered the people he interacted with on the campus on a near daily basis which involved, Shizuka Hiratsuka, his club advisor, the university guidance counselor and a woman next to his own heart.
"Looks like I will have some explaining to do later on with Hiratsuka-sensei. Hopefully, she will take your manipulative and deceitful nature into account and believe my words over yours."
Haruno Yukinoshita didn't say anything and sipped the rest of her tea in silence before getting up and heading to her own room, closing the door with a loud, distinct bang. He realized too late that he might have been a tad too harsh with her. This is why he never spoke the truth.
"You sure know the way to a women's heart, senpai."
He looked at the kitchen where his foxy little kohai, his third and final female roommate was, busy preparing breakfast. Iroha was a cute little first year university student with shoulder length bobbed brown hair and honey coloured eyes. At the moment she was dressed in a white tank top and blue jeans shorts which accentuated the curve of her hips. It was her most definitive asset which stuck out, literally and teased him when she got on her tip toes to reach for a container kept on the higher shelves. She couldn't quite reach it as she also happened to be of a small stature, definitely the smallest person in their room.
"Can you get that for me senpai?"
"Sure."
"Thanks. I know I can always count on you."
"I'm grabbing a jar of spices for you, Isshiki. It's nothing."
"Still…"
She trailed off and he didn't know what to make of this younger woman. She gave him mixed signals. At times she would be flirty, foxy, trying too much to be like the older Yukinoshita but she was nowhere near her level. It just left him feeling this awkward sexual tension between them which went absolutely nowhere. But she was fully grown woman who was in touch with her own sexuality, neither naive nor innocent in the ways of grabbing a man's attention.
Like now for instance, where at first he couldn't resist looking at her firm behind, clad in those jeans shorts and then when he came face to face with her to grab the jar of spices from the higher shelves he is hit with another realization.
She is wearing a normal looking white tank top which is nothing special, but he can tell she is wearing nothing underneath. He can almost make out the outline of her nipple, see the tips framed on the fabric of her clothing and he almost forgets to hand her the jar of spices as he hovers with his hand, somewhere in the air, in between them, checking her out like an idiot. He should be ashamed of himself
"Senpai?"
"Nothing. Just admiring your cute apron."
She gave him a small saucy wink. "Sure you were."
This is what he is talking about. It's really awkward and he can do nothing about it but shuffle back to the sofa and grab hold of his phone. He checks his phone logs and finds that he had gotten a couple more calls.
"Miura called?"
"Ah yes, Miura-senpai did call." Isshiki said. "I spoke to her."
Now this is a nightmare. Yumiko Miura, the blonde buxom babe and Iroha Isshiki, the cute foxy kohai don't get along. Sure, they like others to think there is no bad blood between them because neither of them would want false rumours about them to speculate in the campus. That would hurt their respective image. But this much he was certain. The two women hated each others guts.
Rather warily he found himself asking Isshiki the same question he had asked Yukinoshita-senpai a moment before.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her you were fast asleep because last night I gave you an awesome back massage. Then afterwards you returned the favour."
He rubbed his forehead, finding himself nursing a headache. Okay, so he would have to explain the situation to both Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei and Yumiko Miura. It wasn't bad, he could still make this work. But like before he had to know the reason behind it.
"Why did you do it, Isshiki?"
"Because Yukinoshita-senpai dared me to."
Hachiman didn't quite believe it. "And it had nothing to do with getting under Miura's skin."
"I don't know what you mean. Miura-senpai and I are friends. This is just fun and games."
After having said her piece, Isshiki Iroha went back to preparing her breakfast while whistling a cheerful tune. But he wasn't out of the woods yet. According to his phone records, he had received another call in his mobile phone.
He asked her about it as well.
"What about Kawasaki? Did you take her call?"
"I took her call asshole."
Minami Sagami had come out of her room dressed for the day. She was wearing a red, half sleeved blouse with blue skinny jeans and heels. It was good to see her with more clothes on herself than just a flimsy towel covering her naked body. He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander to what happened in the morning, the sight that he was greeted to today. And from the looks of it she remembered it too because she had a cute blush on her face and a huffy attitude when it came to dealing with him. But that could be said about most days, so it was nothing special.
Besides he had more important matters to address.
"What did you tell, Kawasaki, Sagami?"
Minami Sagami folded her arms and smirked confidently.
"I told her you were pretending to sleep in your bed because last night you had watched me like a perverted voyeur while I masturbated in my room. Now you didn't have the courage to come out and face me."
Now this was the most, outrageous lie he had ever heard. Like he would ever do that and like she would ever let him live to breath for a second more after she had spotted him, watching her pleasuring herself with her own finger trapped between the apex of her thighs.
He couldn't quite resist the temptation. "Why Sagami, I didn't know you had such fantasies. Don't tell me you are an exhibitionist."
His comment had the desired effect because her eyes narrowed in a glare and she huffed and puffed and walked angrily towards him, about to have her second go at him this early in the morning, but she stopped when Isshiki voiced an interesting observation.
"Why did you say you were masturbating, senpai?" Isshiki asked Sagami. "Wouldn't that make you out to be just as perverted as him in Kawasaki-senpai's eyes?"
Now Hachiman was fairly certain that Isshiki was not this naïve, first year university student who didn't know men or women masturbated in their private time or thought that engaging in such acts were a form of perversion. No, of course not, it was the farthest thing from the truth.
But Minami Sagami didn't seem to have thought about that and really out of all the lies these women had said, her would be the unlikeliest one to be believed by his caller. No, he would have no trouble persuading Saki Kawasaki that such a scenario hadn't played out in their room. More than likely, Kawasaki might have told the same thing to Sagami over the phone. It would explain why she got so red and left the room, heading out and closing the door with a bang and a shout of "Goodbye!"
When Sagami was gone and Haruno showed no intention of coming out of her room, Hachiman Hikigaya got up from his seat on the sofa and collected his phone. He would have to remember to keep this damned thing with him at all times. He wouldn't want a repeat of what happened this morning.
"Where are you going, senpai?" Isshiki asked.
Indeed, where was he supposed to go, he thought for a minute. From the looks of it Shizuka Hiratsuka, Yumiko Miura and Saki Kawasaki wanted something with him today. But he made up his mind real quick.
"I think I will pay Hiratsuka-sensei a visit first."
At Hiratsuka-sensei's Private Office -
Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei was an attractive woman with a voluptuous figure. A large population of the female students on campus prayed to god, down on their hands and knees on a daily basis, wishing to have their breasts filled out like hers during the course of their stay at Akihabara-U.
Hachiman was sympathetic to their cause and supported them whole heartedly. He wasn't as bad as most men with their fanatic like fascination with extremely large breasts, but he couldn't completely resist the temptation altogether and reluctantly found himself associating with their rotten lot. Though there was a part of him which still liked to believe that he found all kinds of breasts equally enticing, whether they were small or extra large, but he knew that to be a lie now. Living with three well endowed women had told him he was like every other man in that regard. But just a little more in control and a bit more civilized, while still entertaining some really wild, erotic fantasies of his own. It involved more than a handful of women who in real life were nothing more than acquaintances and roommates and yes, sometimes it featured this breath taking woman in the long, white labcoat.
"Good morning, sensei."
"A very good morning to you, Hikigaya! How are you feeling today?" She said with extra cheer in her voice before letting a forced smile plaster on her unblemished face. "I heard you got lucky last night."
Ah yes, he had to deal with this little misunderstanding first. He thought they would get to it later, probably after she was done telling him the reason for her call in the first place, which got him into this mess. But he should have realized by now that this woman was not someone who beat around the bush. She tackled her problems head on. Perhaps she developed this mindset from her self defense and martial arts training. Or perhaps this was a part and parcel of her spell binding personality.
However, she had a childish streak in her which was now on full display. But he didn't seem to mind this kind of behaviour at all because it brought a cute little pout on her kissable red lips. This was not the first time he had thought about frenching her, taking her right there and then against the table and blowing her beautiful mind with multiple orgasms until the only thing on her lips would be the sound of his name.
But she was a woman who deserved his respect. She had earned that over the year he had come to know her, personally, intimately. He couldn't quite see the two of them having a quickie in her private office in the university's administration building.
No, they would need a room with a bed, at least. But that was beside the point and thinking these juvenile thoughts was getting him nowhere. He had first to clear this little misunderstanding by discrediting the third party member.
"I thought you were smart enough to see through, Yukinoshita-senpai's lie."
"It didn't seem like a lie." Hiratsuka-sensei blushed, remembering. "She got really descriptive with the details. It sounded real, almost like I was there with you two in the bedroom when it happened."
This made his rotten imagination soar. Haruno Yukinoshita spun real, believable stories with lies, deceit and clever manipulation, this much he knew. However he had always considered Hiratsuka-sensei to remain unaffected by her silver tongued fables. Because after all, between the two hot blooded women, Shizuka Hiratsuka was older, more mature and experienced. She was a teacher after all. But it seems like he had underestimated the perverseness of the woman known as Haruno Yukinoshita.
Even while he mentally told himself to be wary of his dangerous roommate in the future, there was a latent part of him which wanted to know the details of what the younger woman told the older woman, the sexual details she got into to make what she said sound so believable that it had Hiratsuka-sensei convinced that the two of them had sex last night. Should he dare, should he be so stupid. In the end, he couldn't help it.
"What did she say exactly?"
Shizuka Hiratsuka turned the air conditioner on and fiddled with the remote. Her amethyst eyes were downcast, peeking at him from behind long, lingering eyelashes as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard, showing all the signs of how uncertain she was and how vulnerable she felt to share the made up details of what she heard over the phone in her conversation with the older Yukinoshita sister.
"Well?" He pushed his luck.
Licking her lips with her wet tongue, she muttered. "The words fellatio and cunnilingus were involved."
Hachiman waited with baited breath. The older woman only peeked at him from behind her thick eyelashes. There were times when this courageous and headstrong woman could become really shy and demure in front of his presence, almost forgetting it seems that she was the teacher and he, a student. Whenever such an opportunity presented itself before him, he couldn't quite resist the urge to playfully tease her a little bit.
"C'mon sensei. We are all adults here. Besides, those terms are practically vanilla."
She faked a glare at him. "That's some pretty big talk from a guy who's still a virgin."
He knew she didn't mean anything by it. He was the one who teased her in the first place. It stands to reason, she would retaliate and snap back with a cutting retort which might rub him the wrong way. He didn't like to think he was that kind of guy, but male ego was a fragile thing and it could easily be bruised. He licked the corner of his mouth, thought about it for a second longer and then let her in on a secret.
"Actually sensei, I haven't been a virgin since last year."
"You, what!"
He expected shock but he wasn't expecting such a level of alarm. Her amethyst eyes went wide and she slammed both of her hands on the table, and bent forwards, towards him which resulted in her huge breasts bouncing up and down a couple of times because of the suddenness of her action. Gravity was a wonderful thing or it could be that the bra she wore didn't quite offer the needed support.
Once when she was drunk, she had told him that she had difficulty finding the right bra because her breasts were so damn big, not that he understood her problem. He was definitely a guy when it came to breasts and from the looks of it he found her breasts really tempting. There was even a fraction of a second when he thought his head was about to be buried in her cleavage. But though her breasts jiggled in front of his face, even from the confines of her velvet coloured top which had a halter neckline and crisscrossed lace-up front which went deep down the valley of her breasts, baring caramel white skin, which he knew would be soft to touch, but alas, the dream didn't come true.
Mere millimeters separated his head from the warm nestle of her breasts. He mourned the lack of skin contact, his mouth falling open in a fit of wishful thinking, perhaps hoping by some turn of event she would lose her balance and fall forward and he would have a handful of her breasts spilling out of his finger.
But instead he was met by her ire.
"You told me nothing happened between you and Haruno!"
"And that's true. I didn't sleep with, Haruno. Don't you remember sensei? Back in first year, I hated her for nearly killing me with your car."
Hiratsuka-sensei immediately fell silent. "I'm sorry about what happened to you."
Hachiman winced. Way to go, asshole, he mentally cursed himself. He knew she blamed herself for what happened to him, even though she wasn't the one driving her car at the moment. It was Haruno behind the wheel, but as she had explained to him on a previous occasion she felt guilty. It was her car, her responsibility.
She was just a teacher and guidance counselor who wanted to establish a bond with Haruno Yukinoshita, a gifted student whom she could see ending up in a bad place by going down a dark path. A thought or two were also spared on the fame factor as she would be associating herself with the heiress of the Yukinoshita fortune. If she made a breakthrough with her, it would do wonders for her career and status in the society at large.
Hachiman understood what took place. Hiratsuka-sensei made a miscalculation. She let Haruno manipulate her. It happened only once. But it put him in the hospital for three weeks. But that was all in the past. He had put it all behind him and moved on. She had apologized multiple times, even did something silly for him once and by now he thought the two of them had closed that particular chapter in the book of their lives.
"You don't have to apologize. It wasn't your fault."
"I gave Haruno the keys. It might as well have been me behind the wheels."
Back when he was a first year student, a rotten dead fish eyed loner, who was grumpy and miserable, hated everyone, hated his life, hated the world, and hated her for absolutely no fucking reason other than for the sake of it, he wouldn't dare do something like this. He wouldn't even think of it, couldn't think of it more likely.
But now, even though he hadn't changed much, he had changed a little bit and that's what made him touch her.
It was the smallest of touch. He reached out and balanced her delicate chin on his thumb and index finger. It was like comforting a small child, but she was no child and that didn't work in his favour. The thought of throwing caution to the wind and lowering his lips to take hers came back with renewed vigor. She made matters worse by darting her tongue out and wetting her lips. They were so enticing, so kissable.
He wanted to do it, he really did. But there was a part of him which told him, warned him that the chances of being rejected were quite high. He was still a student and she was his teacher and despite whatever chemistry he might think they have, a romantic relationship between the two of them would never likely work out. Not for the first time he wondered whether the gods of romantic comedy were playing a cruel joke with him. They put him within arm's reach of the perfect woman and made it so that she would forever remain unattainable.
"How long are you going to hold my chin like that Hikigaya?"
The truth spilled out from his lips. "For an eternity, if you let me."
She smiled and blushed. "That's a corny line."
"Sorry I couldn't think of anything better. I am lost…"
"In thought?"
"…In your eyes."
He knew he had overdone it, could almost feel the heat radiate from her glowing cheeks. Deciding it was better to let this awkward sexual tension rise no more, he watched as she slowly withdrew from his touch, sat back down to her seat, hooked a loose strand of her hair behind her earlobe and faked a cough, adjusting her wide hips on the chair. When she looked back at him again, the virile woman he loved was gone, replaced with the persona of a professional teacher who was supposed to be sexless in nature.
"It's been two weeks since your new living arrangement on campus has become official, despite how abnormal it may seem. I have received no complaints from your female roommates so far." This time her face hardened. "Keep this up and we will have no problems in the future."
This was bad news. But there was hope.
"What about Sagami? Doesn't she have a problem with me?"
"She hasn't said anything."
Hachiman shook his head. The one time he wanted Sagami Minami to raise her voice against the campus authorities and get him out of his current living arrangement with a bunch of dangerous women and she stays absolutely quiet. Really, this woman, can't count on her for doing anything right, he thought miserably.
"Did something happen between you and Sagami?" Hiratsuka-sensei asked.
Hachiman's thoughts raced back to the events of the morning. Being greeted by a towel clad Minami Sagami, then watching that towel come loose in their little bickering match and seeing her bare breasts and nipples and her lovely naked ass as she raced back to her room. The sight would haunt him for today at least, that much he was sure. But should he tell Hiratsuka-sensei about the incident. The answer was simple.
"We had an argument today as well. She doesn't like me very much."
This time she chuckled. "You rejected the woman from joining the service club and were against the idea of having her become the resident assistant of the women's dorm." Quite sarcastically she added. "I can't imagine why she doesn't like you."
"Very funny sensei."
Shizuka Hiratsuka smiled for a second before shaking her head and making up her mind about something. She banged a fist on the table which dislodged a few loose sheets from an unkempt pile of papers and assignments. This time her voice was firm and shaking with passion.
"I have to get you out of that dorm!"
"Don't want me living every man's dream, sensei." He teased.
She snorted. "Like you can fool me. I know you, Hikigaya. You want out of that place more than anyone."
He let down his defenses and spoke honestly. This was the effect this woman had on him. It scared him sometimes, how he didn't think everything through while in her presence. He really should though because it would have saved him a world of trouble as what he said next was almost his undoing.
"I don't have the energy to deal with multiple women."
"No, as we all know, you have eyes for only one."
It looks like he wasn't the only one who let their guard down. As soon as she said it, he could tell she hadn't meant it to be said out loud. Those were the unspoken thoughts rattling around in her beautiful head and this one just spilled out in the open and just hanged in between the two of them in an awkward manner.
He remembered a moment ago telling her that he got lost in her eyes and now she was telling him that he had eyes for only one. She couldn't be more obvious and worse of all it meant she knew what he felt for her.
For a few minutes which felt like hours, the two of them looked at each other until she let out an embarrassed laugh, ducked her head and moved her hands about, waving at nothing in particular.
"I meant your non-existent girlfriend."
He let out a hesitant laugh as well.
"I-I knew that."
And thus peace persisted in the private offices of Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei for a while longer. But there was no peace, no rest for the wicked as the saying goes when it came to the likes of him. The tender moment between the two of them was soon destroyed as the women he tragically loved shook out of her laughter and set her face in grave lines. He also couldn't help but get serious.
"I have some good news and some bad news, Hikigaya." Shizuka Hiratsuka told him. "Which one do you want to hear first?"
A minute of silence later -
Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei told him, she had good news and bad news. He liked options, always have, but he would waste a lot of time thinking about what to choose first and this was no exception. He thought about getting over the worst part, hearing the bad news first like he usually did, then follow it with whatever silver lining the good news could provide. This was how he did things for a long time, bad news first, then good news. But on this instance he decided to switch things up.
"Let's hear the good news." He said.
He could tell she was surprised and the way she bit her lips was adorable, as if she was tempted to ask him what changed his mind from picking the usual option. But she resisted the temptation and with a small sigh she bent down, reaching below the table to pick something up.
Now he was fascinated because what she brought out to rest on the table was a shopping bag and he could tell from the label that it was from a high end place. Hiratsuka-sensei was known to splurge a little when it came to shopping, but she rarely wasted money on clothes. It was mostly chocolate, alcohol, snacks, comics and numerous ramen shops across the city which saw her as a well known patron.
But he could be wrong. He might not have known this about her. She could have been buying clothes, extensively and have a closet full of sexy dresses and cute tops and what not and it was none of his business to know what she wore on her downtime. But because they all lived in campus, she knew what she wore in her down time as well. They bumped into each other often, whether it be by coincidence or design or fate, he had given up asking such questions a long time ago.
But now the shopping bag was kept in front of him and he couldn't help but wonder what this all meant. It seemed like the woman who had made this purchase was gathering up her courage and she was taking calming breathes to stop her cheeks from blushing red. What was this all about, he would know soon enough.
"We will be hitting a club today." She said.
"Um, sensei. I get that you wasted a lot of money shopping for whatever this is in your bag, but I think the stress is affecting you mentally." He used both his hands, gesturing articulately, like he was the teacher and she was the student. "When you are out of money, you hit a bank. Not hit a club, where you end up spending more money, which you definitely don't have."
"I have money." Shizuka said.
"Good to know." He offered. "That's good news, indeed."
Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at him like he was an idiot and he really couldn't blame her. Now that he had heard himself talk, he had realized the nonsense he had been spouting. Of course, buying just the one dress wouldn't make you penniless. But he really didn't know much about the latest fashion trends and he had heard the prices of designer clothes, especially for women. The price of lingerie shocked him more than the sight of a woman wearing lingerie these days. Perhaps it was one of the reasons he wasn't reduced to a blushing mess at the sight of his beautiful, female roommates in various states of undress, wearing lingerie sometimes into the living room. He only had to imagine a stupidly expensive price tag to go with what they were wearing and any arousal he had would just die out in an instant.
But he wasn't sure he could handle himself if he saw his lovely teacher wearing a piece of sexy lingerie. He didn't even want to imagine it. As far as he was concerned she wore granny panties and a simple bra, nothing fetching, nothing to tingle his sense. Only problem was, she was such a beauty that she would look sexy and bold even if she wore something like that, he was certain. Oh God, he really was turning into a pervert, a man with his mind in the gutter, salivating at the sight of women showing skin and fantasizing about them in dreams. This was really pathetic. He would have to be better.
For now, he had to return to reality and listen to what his teacher had to say to him, which had something to do with the newly bought dress in the shopping bag.
"We are going to a club tonight." Shizuka Hiratsuka said.
"Okay." He was still uncertain, but he didn't voice it.
"It's a date." She added.
He blinked. "Huh? What do you mean, sensei?"
Shizuka Hiratsuka fixed him with a stare, amethyst eyes daring him to act stupid and dumb in the face of what he knew to be the certain truth and cause a bit of misunderstanding. She wasn't going to have any of it.
"It's a date." she repeated. "I don't think I have to explain the concept to you, Hikigaya. Back in first year, you guilt tripped me into going out on a date with you. Or don't you remember?"
Hachiman Hikigaya looked down, feeling extremely guilty over his past actions. Back in his first year, it feels like a life time ago. It was a time when he was less than human, more of a monster, new skin showing up on faded scars, jaded, hurtful, full of vitriol, willing to hurt others to be left alone. Shizuka Hiratsuka-sensei had been one of those people.
"I can't take back what I did, but I will apologize for it all the time, sensei." Hachiman said.
"Don't call me sensei." Hiratsuka said. "You need to practice calling me by my first name or last name, whatever seems more comfortable to you. We are going out on this date, Hikigaya. Nothing changes that, whether you like it or not. Think of it as a favour."
"I think I am already doing you a favour by tutoring those two idiots." He said.
"Then think of this as payback for what you did to me in first year."
He looked at her for a second and then nodded, like this was a better, more reasonable approach to the situation. He never did like seeing the silver lining in things and though he would like to re-visit their poor first date and do better, he was sure that was just wishful thinking. What happened had happened and it was in the past. Nothing you can do about it anymore.
Shizuka seemed to have read his thoughts because she reached out and grabbed his hand. The gesture was endearing and he liked her touch, soothed himself by it. He also couldn't help but feel himself like a silly child and that was not something he liked to feel in front of her. He took his hand back and hers were left, awkwardly on the table. She looked at her fingers, empty of his and crumbled.
Was this rejection, it sure felt like it, she thought. But he made her feel at ease with a simple sentence.
"I will be looking forward to this date, Hiratsuka-san."
Shizuka Hiratsuka smiled. He did have a caring heart and he was a kind person. She had realized that much before he did, back on their first date perhaps which took place, for what feels like eons ago. She knew why he did it, forced her to go on a date with him. It was his attempt to push her away. He had been pushing everyone away back in his first year. He probably thought she would leave him alone if he stepped over some line in the accepted, social construct of their new found relationship. He was a student and she was a teacher and they couldn't go out on a date and if he pushed it, she would slap him in the face and tell him to leave her alone. He would have gone back to being miserable, alone.
But she couldn't allow that. Not even now.
"For what it's worth, you weren't the worst date I ever had." She told him.
"…That's just sad, sensei."
"Shut up!" She blushed. "It's your fault for acting like a gentleman. You didn't even try anything funny."
He smirked. "Well, I'm not known to have a sense of humour."
Then his eyes darkened, because he imagined some jerk trying to cop a feel, touching her inappropriately and that was just wrong. He wouldn't allow it to happen to anyone, let alone her. Is this why she was asking him, of all people, out on a date, he wondered. Because he was better than the alternative, better than the other perverts and jerks out there in the world. Now that was a sad state of affairs. But he was no knight in shining armour, he was no prince charming. She should know that by now. After all, the first date they went to, he tried to act like a jerk, made her pay for everything. They could have split the bill and even though he paid her back afterwards, it still didn't sit right with him, never will. He knew this before, but he would never be the proverbial good guy.
"It was probably because of the cane." He told her.
"What?" she sounded confused.
"Back in those early days, I couldn't walk without my cane." He tried to explain. "I had my hands occupied. It probably stopped me from trying anything funny as you said. Plus you dressed like an old woman for that date."
The moment he said it, he knew he had made a mistake. He expected a punch, he expected a straight fist barreling into his stomach, but when none came he felt even more afraid.
"Old woman, huh." Shizuka Hiratsuka said darkly and before he knew it she had started taking off her clothes. First came the labcoat which she threw, right at his face and he was engulfed in her womanly scent and perfume and it was a difficult task to think straight.
He was a bumbling mess. "W-What are you doing?"
"I'm changing clothes."
She grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head and he was greeted with the sight of an apple green bra which supported her sizeable breasts. It was clear to everyone that she wasn't thinking straight because she threw her pretty little top at his face as well with so much force that he actually stumbled back and hit the door. She didn't seem to care, as next she reached for her mini skirt and that's when he turned around and faced the door.
"S-Sensei, you are not t-thinking straight."
"I'm thinking just fine. And you turned around, I knew you would." She chuckled. "Don't worry, I will be quick. I just wanted to show you my dress for the date."
"You could have showed it to me by taking it out of the shopping bag."
"This is better."
This was most definitely not better. He would have preferred getting hit in the gut over whatever this was happening. Last time, this was the last time, he ever made a comment about her age, past, present or future. For all he cared, she was a woman in her mid twenties, never changing, not aging, staying in a fixed moment of time. She's like a concept, an idea, the perfect woman for him. And that apple green bra, he was reminded of Eve from the good book. Then does that make him the serpent who tempted her, who made her turn away from the world, made her lose her paradise.
Was this what he wanted, he thought. But before he could ponder about it some more, a new piece of clothing hit him on the head. His rotten dead fish eyes went wide as he felt it, before he dared to touch it with his hand. It was the apple green bra he had been thinking about. She had taken it off and thrown it at his head, while he had his back to her.
"S-sensei?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry about the bra. I wasn't really thinking."
Even as she said it, he could tell she was fixing up her dress, putting it on, because there were small grunts and other sounds of struggle. He didn't dare look back, he wouldn't dare turn around and watch her as she slipped into whatever this dress she had purchased, because he was certain he wouldn't be able to turn around if he gave in to the temptation.
"But you need this don't you?" He said, holding up the bra in his hand.
It was still warm and the cup size was really big, bigger then what he had first imagined. How did he forget, she had one of the largest breasts on campus. Now he had clear evidence and he was touching it with his own hands. Well not touching her breasts exactly, but still this was something closer to that sensation. He was embarrassed, blushing red and what she said next, made him hyper aware.
"I can't really wear a bra with this dress, Hikigaya."
Don't panic, don't panic and don't turn around unless she tells you to. There are plenty of reasons why she can't wear this bra with that dress. He was over thinking this. All the misunderstanding will be cleared when he saw what she was wearing. They were going to a club, later tonight. He had some idea about what women wore to a club. Still, he had to ask.
"Are you decent?" he murmured.
"Yeah, you can turn around now."
He did as she told him and turned around slowly and he was rewarded with a gorgeous sight. This was definitely what a confident and bold woman like her would wear to a club. It was a sexy white mini dress, featuring a plunging cowl neckline just below the belly button, halter straps with silver o-ring accents, a deep open back as he noticed when she turned around to show him and a curve hugging mini-length.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I see why you can't wear a bra with that dress." He said. "But are you wearing panties?"
Shizuka blushed. "Of course, you idiot!"
This time she did punch him in the gut, but it was worth it, because as she swung her fists, her breasts bounced and because of the daring neckline, he could see down her top, spot those breasts, those nipples. And as he fell down to the ground, his head landing on the warmth of her discarded clothes, masked in their womanly scent, he had one thought running through his mind.
Eve had nothing on Shizuka Hiratsuka.
She was the perfect woman.
And his life was the perfect mess.
A/N: "Guilty Pleasure" crossed the 1000 review mark. I can't believe this really happened. But it really did. It really, really did. And to celebrate this momentous occasion I posted this huge chapter which is kinda ecchi, but contains Hachiman interacting with the Oregairu women, which everyone really loves.
Really, guys, it's been an enjoyable journey. But now it's time to say goodbye.
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And now I can put all my attention into writing the Ikebukuro fic –
I still have a few things I would like you guys to decide on, so without further ado, let's go do some polls –
Now in Durarara there were these chatroom conversations where every character in the series talked about what's going on in the city. Now I thought, it was ingenious and something completely new. But it might also break the flow of the story. So tell me what you think –
Poll#1: Should There Be Chatroom Interactions In The Ikebukuro Fic –
Option 1: No.
Option 2: Yes.
Now, this is about a particular character and what I plan to do with him. Now if you thought it was Izaya Orihara, you guessed right. Now, one of the chapters would feature Izaya Orihara becoming a victim of Adolescent Syndrome. And in his case, his female persona, Kanra Orihara, which he created online will become real and he will become fake. Now this will definitely happen in the fic. But what I want you guys to decide on is whether I should start the series with Kanra Orihara interacting with Hikigaya and the others. Or should I introduce Kanra Orihara later. Okay, I will let you guys decide –
Poll#2: When Should Kanra Orihara (Female Version of Izaya Orihara) be introduced?
Option 1: At the beginning.
Option 2: Later.
Poll#3: Which Female Villain Character Should Be In Ikebukuro?
Option 1: Junko Enoshima – Danganronpa.
Option 2: Himiko Toga – My Hero Academia.
Option 3: Medusa Gorgon – Soul Eater.
Option 4: Balalaika – Black Lagoon.
Option 5: A Female Villain Character From The Reviews.
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