Amazing. It has only been two months since Usami-sensei started tutoring me and my grades were all up to C's. See, I am not all that dumb!
"I beg to differ."
SHUT THE HELL UP! Usami-sensei stood behind me, checking my answers. "You have improved but still not Mitsuhashi material. I do not even see how you could get these answers wrong. This one you did not even try."
"It is not like I am going to become a genius in this much time. I am getting better. I just made small mistakes on those questions."
"Yes but they are important parts." He sighed, "Are you sure you are related to Takahiro? He could answers these so easily."
"Leave me alone." I hated when he compared me to niichan. It has been happening a lot lately. So what if he is smarter than me? All I focused on was being a great housewife for him. I have no time to waste on schoolwork when niichan was spending more time with that bitch. I grabbed my pencil to start one of my math problems.
If Usami-sensei breathed one more time on my neck I am going to snap his. "You wrote the wrong number here."
"I got it."
"And this sign is incorrect."
"I was going to fix it."
"You are taking forever on this. I am sure the examiners are not going to give you 20 minutes for each question."
"I cannot think with you over my shoulder." He moved away, me about to sigh with relief when I heard him mumbling, "Takahiro would have no problem with this."
"I'M DONE!" I slammed my hands on the table. That was the last straw. I did not even hear anything he said as I stormed the penthouse, making sure to slam the door as loud as I could. Why does he always have to compare me to niichan? Yes, niichan is a lot smarter than me. Yes, I do have difficulties understanding the questions. But that gives him no right to downplay me.
He made me so mad I could not even enjoy the snow falling.
I did not go back to his place the next day or the day after that. Pretty quickly a week went by and I did not see Usami-sensei. Like hell I would go back if all he was going to do was comment more on how I am a failure compared to niichan. I was close to telling niichan but something stopped me. Bastard is lucky, even if it could have eliminated another rival.
When I did talk to niichan about Usami, since he asked the fourth day I did not go, and I told him that Usami-sensei was being rude about the way he was teaching me.
"Usagi-san has difficulty working with others. I know the first time I met him he was always by himself. But he really is an amazing guy."
Even if niichan said all that, I still was hurt by his actions. It annoys me to no end that he keeps saying my faults. And then it pisses me off that I am feeling this way. Why do I care how he treats me?
I know I needed to give him another chance if I really wanted to get into Mitsuhashi. I would, maybe in another week.
Fate did not treat me kindly as niichan threatened to take away my cuddle time if I did not go so I had to swallow what was left of my dignity and trudged over there after a week and a half of avoiding it.
Wait, maybe fate is on my side. I stood in the train station, looking up at the sign that said the train was delayed from the snow. "He cannot get mad at me for something out of my hands now." Time to go home and cuddle with niichan!
"And just how long were you going to miss our sessions?"
HE'S HERE?! Sure enough, standing in all his glory was Usami looking down at me as always. He did not look amused with his arms crossed.
"What are you doing here?" I mimicked his stance.
"There is a bookstore near here I wanted to check out and thought to pick you up on my way."
Psssh. He almost sounds sincere. "As you can see the trains are down." I turned to leave. "Let's do this another time."
"And how is your studying going without me?"
Way to make me depressed. "It is actually a lot harder." Ugh that tasted like vomit even if it was true. Any time I tried studying on my own nothing would be retained. I looked up when he coughed. "Come on, I already told Takahiro you would be with me until 8."
He played the niichan card.
I sighed, trudging behind him with my arms crossed, giving the classic silent treatment, when he turned his head and made a noise. "So they finished the bookstore finally." I turned to the new store when it dawned on me. "But I thought you were going here?" He made no noise and kept walking but I had to stop.
So, his only reason for coming was to get me?
"I am sorry about what I said before." I jogged to catch up with him. "I did not mean to compare you to Takahiro. I was just so surprised by how different the two you seemed." Do not remind me.
He really is an amazing guy. I think I understand a little bit niichan. I guess if Usami-sensei cares about something, he acts entirely different. So does that mean that he cares about me too? "Your face is red. You better not be catching cold in this weather."
"Wha—what?! I am doing no such thing!"
"So is it a blush?"
"NO!" I stomped past him. Seems his ego is still intact. "You should be thankful I did not tell niichan all about the life you are hiding from him. He would be so disappointed to see how much of an ass his best friend really is."
"I guess I should be thanking you then." His hand moved to grab my armbut the minute he touched, a strange current ran through my body that I had to pull away. He looked bewildered for a moment before turning around. "Let's go then." What the hell was that?
No Misaki, he was just being nice for once in his life, do not get swept up by him. Got to remember niichan, got to remember niichan, got to remem… "Are those snowmen?" I looked up from my thoughts to see him staring at a bunch of children and some adults making snowmen from a range of sizes. I smiled. "Yes, niichan and I used to make them a lot when I was younger."
"I never made one before." SERIOUSLY!? Not making a snowmen is like not hitting puberty.
Then again this is a man with a teddy bear collection.
But on a real note it was sort of sad to hear. Usami had said most of the reason he liked toys were because he wished for a normal family life. I wonder how much more little things that he had to miss in his childhood. I acted without thinking, grabbing his arm, "Let's make one then." Not waiting for his response I pulled him over to the blankets of snow.
Teaching him was easy as the minute his gloves touched the snow he looked like a child in a candy store. We made three large ones and a bunch of small ones. He was going to try to make another one but it was starting to get dark and I had to stop him. "Come on Usami-sensei." I held out me phone and stood closer to him. Seeing him act like a child with his child-like smile was something I had to get.
Taking the picture, I examined it. It was obvious we both were having fun, though I faintly remembered I was supposed to be studying, but it was refreshing to see Usami like this. He was not serious. Not mocking. His smile was true and soft and handso—
Wait what?
"It is getting late. We need to get you home." He announced.
"Uh yes, coming!" I needed a warm bath. My brain is starting to make things up.
"I want you Misaki." I could feel his breath on my neck, tickling my skin. His hands traveled down my chest, curling around my hips. His large, cold hands only made me shiver with want.
"Hurry up. I need you." I was pushed down onto the bed.
"Misaki."
"Usagi-san."
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