Chapter Five
Nagisa-Sensei had been acting more and more comfortably around me lately. Irritably so. He must have thought things over now since I found out he was a man. I guess he thinks I won't be staring at him anymore, fantasising, yearning inching closer to him subconsciously during lessons and most importantly, losing my desperately needed sleep to dreams about him.
At first I'd thought it was over too. But that was clearly, laughably a bitter mistake. I was still ever bit as obsessed with him as I was after the first night I'd laid eyes on him.
Him.
It sounded strange in my mind, and even stranger out loud. But when I when my eyes were graced with his image, admitting it wasn't nearly as embarrassing or disgusting as I'd have thought it would be.
I scowled at knowing he wouldn't blush when I whisper to him, or even when he caught me smirking in his direction. Nor would he scold me for touching his hair, as experimentation proved to reveal.
His lack of reaction implied his lack of interest. I should move on too. I thought if I really forced myself too, I could.
I couldn't have been more wrong. The dreams continued, now with no more black shadows hiding silhouettes or blanket covers blurring away the tantalising and provocative details my subconscious had conceived up behind closed, sleeping eyelids. Perseverance had only dug me deeper into the hole I had buried myself below, until no light could reach my sleeping realm but the glistening beads of sweat on Nagisa's conjured skin. Each night this stubbornness grew, the harder his sensual appeal tugged at me until I was waking up with more sweat over my flushed skin knotting my red hair and sometimes a lusty aftershock of satisfaction that let me know I had failed in honouring my promise of keeping myself away from him.
Since I was to weak in the world of sleep, I denied myself this right by sneaking out of the house. But after three mere nights, I felt like I was cheating my innocent Sensei so badly I decided to spend my nights racing through textbooks instead.
Textbooks. Studying. This wasn't some kind of convoluted subliminal technique to get the one secretly gay kid in the class to study was it?
So, I was gay? Did I really just call myself that.
It must have been a trick; after years of feeling nothing for other boys Nagisa Sensei shows his face and I'm suddenly not getting off to a single other girl in a magazine... it was suspicious. So suspicious it needed confronting.
"I'll help him." I hissed, glaring into grateful blue eyes as the body they belonged too leaned over Terasaka naturally. They were a long way away from touching, but still too close for my comfort. "You're so short I can see you're struggling anyway."
"You're right, teens these days are so tall" He smiled lightly with his hand beside his head to measure his height before praising how helpful I was I only scowled, intending my comment to hint that I was more intelligent than him anyway. Before I could make this obvious, however, my open mouth was left hanging at the inhalation of an undeniably sweet, feminine and delicious fragrance emitting from the direction my Sensei had just left.
"You're seriously wearing women's perfume on top of everything?"
I raised an eyebrow up at him suspiciously, only for him to look confused before lifting up his shirt over half of his face and breathing in cutely curious.
"I do..? Oh! It must have been the woman that hugged me on the way here-"
"A woman hugged you?" The man looked concerned by my threatening taunt.
He laughed nervously, "I didn't mean it like that-"
"You have a girlfriend Sensei?" Terasaka jeered, turning the man pink in the face.
"I really don't-"
"So random girls hug you on the street, I didn't realise you had so much game Sensei~" I drawled.
It wasn't long before the two toned haired teen's loud voice caught the attention of others, and the conversation was taken out of my hands. But I could still enjoy the view of the blushing, stuttering and struggling to explain Nagisa who didn't have the heart to raise his voice at his students and end their fun even in his own self defence. Besides, I knew these hints that he was telling the truth and there was no girlfriend present in his life.
As well as that, my anxieties had been confirmed. It was true. I really was the only idiot in the class who had mistaken Nagisa for a female.
An annoying chittering sound followed me around the train as I sat alone in my seat. We were finally able to take a school trip today, a two day journey of sight seeing into the city where we would spend the night in some hotel.
I had been hoping to get some sleep, though with the lack of privacy and the threat of my classmates lingering around, I reconsidered my decision vehemently. Even I wouldn't be able to handle the shame if I ended up having another of those dreams. Even worse, if I ended up speaking a certain someone's name in my sleep.
It was easy to become quickly more perturbed after that as realisation flowed into terror. We would be sharing a hotel tonight after all.
At present, all I could do was plug in my headphones, listening to the soothing baselines in my ears whilst forcing my eyes to remain open as I looked out of the window.
Someone in heaven must have decided they wanted to play a sick joke on me when not a second later, the view disappeared as we entered the tunnel. In the now pitch black window of the darkness we'd plunged into, the reflection of Nagisa-Sensei where he sat at the front of the carriage, paperwork spread before him, sat obliviously to my gaze with his eyes concentrating hard and the end of a pencil between his lips.
I couldn't help feeling a little bit less worn down. Watching in silence, I saw him place down a yellow folder, turning to take a sip from his coffee. With his back turned, now facing me with that enchanting face twisted in concentration, Nakamura reached over his shoulder and took the file, Kayano suppressing her giggles with a hand over her mouth from the seats beside him.
The male turned back in confusion, looking under all other piles, frowning deeply and looking under the table. Even with my earphones in, I could hear the girls as they burst out laughing, patting the teacher they treated as more of an older brother on top of the head with the files they had taken.
I sighed in defeat; it was impossible not to smile.
"Next on the list is this statue.."
"Ooh! I see it! I see it!"
"Over there, how are we supposed to get a picture to prove it with so many people around it?"
The trip was as dull as I had imagined. No, it was even more so as I was grouped with quite the unfortunate mix. Hazama, Chiba, Okuda, Hara, Sugaya and Muramatsu.
They weren't terrible, but they weren't too exciting either. They had decided to mix in with a large crowd, the perfect opportunity for me to slip away. I turned my back, only to have my arm grabbed ahold off.
I raised my eyebrow to see that Okuda had also cut from the rest, raising my eyebrow at her, she blushed nervously. "I thought you would try something like this. Come on, you're gonna get in trouble," She tugged on my sleeved, turning back and walking as if she thought she could actually move me.
I smirked when she realised it was hopeless, pushing up her glasses in embarrassment after at least 10 hilarious seconds of her determinedly walking on the spot believing she was getting somewhere.
"Well then, now that you know I can't just let you go back to tell the others. Guess you'll be coming with me."
She yelped, reaching out her hand to the others, only to see that we were already too far ahead, our group having disappeared in with the rest of the crowd.
We ended up having fun of course at the arcades, but on more than one occasion I had to slam my hand over the girl's mouth and run when we made close encounters with other members of our class around the city. At one point, we even convinced Hayami that the rest of our group was also here and that she would surely find them if she kept searching.
Though, the girl with the glasses didn't leave my side to play a single game of her own during the course of our trip, I was confident that she enjoyed herself more than if she'd have spent it posing in pictures halfheartedly beside landmarks that were miles apart.
Finally, we located the hotel by seven thirty in the evening, not realising that the others had returned by six. We were greeted by Nakamura smirking evilly, saying that we were in big trouble as they cleared a path for us in the lobby, dramatically announcing the news to the world as if trying to publicly humiliate the pair of us.
Our usually childish, light hearted teacher looked down at us as sternly as if he wanted to give us both a slap. I take that back, he only looked at me that way.
"Where have you two been!? Don't you know how dangerous things are in the city, there was already another incident another group. You had me worried! I expected this from you Karma-kun, but Okuda-san... I'm lost for words."
I nearly sympathised when I saw the sheer stress on his usually delighted face, pacing as he rubbed his forehead with a pout. This was the first time anyone other than me had seen our Sensei so serious.
"Relax, I was with her the whole time, no harm would have come to her."
When he shot me a glare, I thought for the briefest second that I saw jealousy, but it was replaced with frustration so instantly I figured I must have just seen what I'd wanted to see.
"Y-You two..!" The man's pacing stopped when he noticed the heavy bags still on our backs, not to mention how the others were leaning in from the doorway like this was some sort of show. "I want both of you upstairs in five minutes."
He sighed, his tone completely no nonesense.
"Nagisa-Sensei-"
"Enough!" He put his hands over his ears, until my lips stopped moving, my eyes looking at him in disbelief that he was being so... bratty. I would have grabbed him and forced his hands down had we not been in front of all the others.
Nagisa pointed up the stairs, telling me the number of the boys' shared room before turning away. "As for the rest of you, no leaving this place until tomorrow, understood?"
His voice gradually relaxed as they made an obedient "Yes" choir before dispersing into multiple conversations and murmurs.
The room was larger than I had thought, with seven bunkbeds as opposed to an open space for sleeping bags. Mine was assumed to be below Isogai's as it was the only one without anything on it. Pulling his stuff down to the bottom, I claimed the top bunk to myself, knowing that he wouldn't try and fight me. I was barely able to sink back for a seconds rest before I heard a timid knocking.
I sighed and jumped down, opening it to see Okuda looking nervous. With the way she bit her lip and lit up, I hoped she wasn't getting too attached to me when I promised to get her out of the mess.
Before I could say anything else, I heard Nagisa clearing his throat. The both of us turned to see him standing behind her in the hallway with his arms folded over his chest, wearing a quarter length sleeved white T-shirt and denim blue jeans as opposed to his usual work style.
"In here please."
He said sternly, though I couldn't resist finding it a bit cute, leading us into the room just beside ours. When we entered we saw it was much smaller with a single bed and more furniture. There were two others like this on this level, so this hotel probably dealt with a lot of school trips.
He turned to face us, eyebrows firmed and mouth open. Before he could utter a single words however, I spoke.
"I only dragged Okuda long with me because she saw me and tried to stop me by telling the others. She's not to blame here, in fact I think she tried her hardest to supervise when she could have just ignored it and left."
"Is this true?"
"I-I...It's not because I wanted to protect him! The truth is I only went along because I knew I would be held responsible if he was caught bunking." She bowed down apologetically. "I'm very sorry sensei! Very, very sorry."
I watched as his face went still, before melting into it's usual weakness. "Very well then, Okuda-san, you may join the others."
She nodded her head, bowing thankfully to the both of us before closing the door and living me alone behind a closed door with the teacher I lusted after so greatly. The atmosphere had never been more tense between us. Maybe because we were in his bedroom this time. Maybe because I knew he was a male and the controversial possibilities whirled within me, daring my finger tips to grow bold and reach out to him.
I swallowed hard. Whatever punishment he gave me, I'd deserve a thousand times over if he knew what went on in my head.
But when Nagisa spoke, he didn't say what I'd been expecting.
"Did you and Okuda-san have fun together?"
There was no sarcasm in his eyes, no hint that he was about to flip and scold me, all I saw in his readable eyes was an earnest question.
"Aren't you supposed to explode at me and ban me from other trips?" I daunted.
He sighed, sweeping his hand through his hair before settling his hands together in front of his thighs.
"I know I couldn't suppress your need for fun even if I tried to. But don't think I won't be telling your guardians, I think they'll be able to punish you more suitably anyway."
I rolled my eyes, now knowing I had to look forward to another restriction on my freedom and a painful lecture from Aunt Irina, who hypocritically committed more crimes than me and still felt the haughty need to lecture me. Once again, it was like he knew exactly what would piss me off.
"Can't I make it up to you in some way?" I leaned in suggestively, taking a step forward so the gap between us shrunk.
Nagisa unfortunately had his eyes elsewhere, too lost in thought to see the look of want my golden eyes ogled him with, watching his slim muscles slightly tensing and flexing as he pressed his thumbs into his palms.
"Maybe if you're extra good tomorrow," He responded innocently, sparking me to snap his twee chin between my fingers as I forced him to witness my intense gaze down on his.
"You know that wasn't what I was getting at."
His eyes wavered, flickering in realisation, widening in shock, his face turning diluted crimson as he stepped back suddenly.
"M-Make up your mind Karma!"
There was desperation in his voice. I had found a hole in his guard, one he himself was peeking out of in inquisitiveness.
I smirked. He had used my first name without the honorific. Something he never did with other students.
When I stepped back, leaning comfortably and smugly agaisnt the wall, I saw the horror on his expression as he realised his blunder.
"You're jealous of her aren't you?"
"J-Jealous of who? Don't accuse me of something like that! Why would I be jealous of my own student, its not like you two are serious anyway.."
He trailed, off, knowing he had answered his won question.
The blunette's face turned sour, his orbs turned down, biting his lip as if ashamed.
"Don't worry Nagisa-Sensei," He didn't even notice me approaching him again, not until he was forced to by my breath on his cheek,"I made my mind up long ago, I was just waiting for you~"
Lips parted to complaint. He looked up in shock, having made yet another mistake. Nothing could describe the thrill that plummeted my stomach as my lips pressed against his - a man much older than me, a man much more beautiful than any others, and I man that I as well as all the others downstairs who could potentially be outside listening looked up to and called Sensei.
I did it. I actually did it. Kissing him was strange at first. The first second of our connection left the both of us holding our breaths, eyes shut anxiously anticipating a bite or a rejection or a jab in a pulse point and a letter of expulsion delivered to my address that weekend.
Instead, Nagisa's knees buckled and his lips remained firmly on mine with his hand reaching up to lightly touch my chest, directing a trail of butterflies with it.
He moaned out in surprise, hand clinging onto my shirt to push me off, no match for my strength as we both knew this was what he really wanted.
My tongue probed agaisnt his lips, pulling away as he shuddered with the thrill I felt too. As if contagious, it passed through his fingers into me, simultaneous as I shoved him into the wall, not afraid to be rough while our tongues lapsed together silkily, the tastes of our curious mouths mingling and coating each other's tongues. It tasted better than any dream could have ever tasted, encouraging me to keep pulling back just to watch his blushing gasp as I plunged back in, flicking our tongues roughly, rubbing my slightly rough lips over his bitten, swollen, velvety, wet ones.
We must have been there for ten minutes, me delightfully dominating the flustered male as his arms curved around my shoulders, fingers pressing into my back, though mine were delighted to finally be able to bury into this thick head of silky hair without restraint.
I pulled away after sucking on his bottom lip, tugging his hair until our gazes met. Seeing that misty, clouded blue looking up like in just as much awe and desire as me made my pants feel tighter, and my mind fighting back the urge sending signals to slam him into the bed and bring my dreams to life.
"You fucking wanted it too you little tease~" I cooed, against his ear, licking his shell as he shuddered.
But this was reality.
"K-Karma..." His voice was breathy, eyes slowly widening as the light reached him and pulled him up from the tunnel where I waited. "Ugh.. what have I done!"
He cried out, shoving my arms back as he walked over to the other end of the room, tugging at his hair with his eyelids pressed down.
"F-Fudge!" He cursed, cutely resisting from actually swearing.
"Its alright." I smiled, not risking moving my back from the door in case a spy who had heard that decided to burst in.
"I-Its not! Y-Your ahh...your mother would kill me. No, she would mutilate me.." he groaned.
"Thank you Nagisa, thank you for destroying the moment."
He looked at me with pained eyes, only for them to flicker into what wanted to laugh, to then have them flicker once again back to their original state.
"I'm so sorry Karma...I'm taking advantage of your trust for me. I'm scum, the lowest kind of teacher-"
I ended up ditching my hope of protecting our secret anyway, stepping away from the door and silencing him with my lips.
"Shut up." I commented, watching as he twitched a millimetre forward before catching himself, wearing the annoyance of retrieving only a peck all over his face.
"I-It's late." Moving up from that, the self conflict behind his eyes was overwhelming. "You should get to bed."
I knew when he said those words that I should just do as he said. He needed some time to think, and there was no way he would bring himself to make that decision when influenced by my presence.
"I-I need to get the students to-"
"I'll tell the others. You don't want them seeing you in such a state after knowing you were alone with me~" I smirked, watching his pink blush before I closed the door to his room.
This was a lot of fun to write while I should have been studying X)
Too fast? What do you think, do the readers need a chapter explaining Nagisa's perspective of this or shall I continue with the plot next update?
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