"No. I'm Yukina Kou, professor."

Kisa stood at the door as if he just got a huge shock. He gasped, and had to blink a few before he could realise where he was and what he'd just done. He took a few steps back, laughing nervously while scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, yeah, I-I'm so sorry! I was just uhh–"

"No, it's fine, professor. You surprised me a little, but it's all okay," Yukina threw a perfect smile towards the embarrassed professor.

Kisa looked at him, swallowing. Why did that boy look like Yoshida? And on top of that, why did he play exactly the same music as his ex-boyfriend did on that certain day? He was confused and very disappointed. For a moment, he really thought he would see Yoshida in front of the piano, playing the melodic music Kisa couldn't erase from his mind since then. But seeing his student who actually looked so much like his ex-lover kept his heart race, and this gave him a strange feeling.

No! He had to stop! He had to stop loving that person, and he had to stop seeing him in his student. That would be a huge bummer if he just fell for the brunette because he looked like a certain someone. He just couldn't allow that.

"Are you okay, professor?" Yukina asked, cocking his head to the one side, frowning.

"Y-Yes, I'm perfectly fine, I'm just… Anyway, what are you doing here? You should be home already!"

"I thought I should use the piano before leaving. I like playing on it. Somehow it calms me down," Yukina chuckled with a little blush on his face.

Kisa held his breath as he watched the boy in front of him; even the things he just said were exactly like Yoshida's words.

This is how he described his feelings about playing on a piano…

"Are you sure you are okay, professor? You look… mixed up."

Kisa blinked a few again, dragging himself back to the reality. "Sure, I'm okay. Come on, let's go home!"

With a smile, the brunette nodded, putting his jacket and scarf on, then getting his bag. As Kisa went towards the stairs, Yukina followed him, walking behind him. On the usual way they walked, and Kisa didn't really pay any attention to Yukina, but he still could feel his presence behind him which annoyed him a little.

"Yukina-kun…" Kisa then started

"Yes?"

"Don't you have to go to work? I mean, I know you work in Marimo Bookstore. "

"Oh…" Yukina stopped for a moment, and it made Kisa turn around and face the boy. "Yeah, I have work tonight as well."

"I see. Then take care of yourself," Kisa said, then started to walk away.

"Professor!" Yukina yelled out, almost scaring the black-haired man. "Can I have a question?"

"What is it?" Kisa asked, facing the brunette again.

Yukina seemed to hesitate a little. Kisa could clearly see him clenching his fists in his pocket as he turned his gaze down. Then he looked up again.

"Who is that Yoshida you mentioned?"

Kisa entered his apartment, sweat drops rolling down on his slightly flushed cheek as he was gasping. It felt like his heart stopped when Yukina asked that question.

"Who's that Yoshida you mentioned?"

"W-Why do you ask?"

"I think there's a reason you thought I was that someone. A huge reason."

"You know nothing!" Kisa almost yelled, even surprising himself as well as he surprised his student. Yukina took a step back.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have to ask."

And after that, Kisa just ran away, leaving his student behind. The memories he desperately tried to bury were brought back by a younger boy. A boy who was exactly like Yoshida.

Kisa felt that he could cry. He just stood, leaning against his door, chest moving rhythmically as he was still gasping. His heart raced crazily, and he didn't know how to stop it. He swallowed, holding back the warm tears that wanted to come out and flow down on his cheek.

He couldn't help, but admit that he still had feelings for the guy that hurt him years ago. He couldn't help, but let his heart break again. Oh, but he tried so hard to forget, and get over it, yet it still hurt as hell.

Kisa hated himself for feeling like this. He knew clearly that he should get over these feelings, but he kept remembering Yoshida, and he saw him in everything and everyone. So many times he asked himself why he still loved him, but he never found a proper answer.

Placing his hand on his chest, Kisa swallowed again, biting his bottom lip. It felt as if his heart just wanted to explode. He slowly started to walk towards the living room, throwing his coat onto the couch.

I wish I could just get rid of all my feelings.

"Beside literature, history is also your majority, isn't it?"

As Kisa looked up, he saw Yokozawa stepping into his office. Everything in this man somehow disturbed Kisa.

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Then 2-B is yours today," Yokozawa simply said, making Kisa frown.

"Why? What happened to Professor Kamijou?"

"He's sick, and needed to stay home. Don't ask, just go!"

Then Yokozawa left the dumbfounded Kisa in the office. The black-haired man sat down, taking a deep breath. He rubbed his temples, starting to look for his history books to get ready for the class.

2-B is that class… I don't wanna see him.

Kisa shook his head, trying to avoid his thoughts.

Am I stupid or what? I'm an adult, I can't let myself fall apart this much. And I can't let myself always remember. It will just case me trouble in my work.

"Alright," Kisa sighed as he put the books down on the desk, facing the students. "Open your book at page 120, and start to take notes."

Before the class started, one of Kisa's colleagues gave a note to him about what he had to do.

Just tell them to open the book at page 120, and take notes. My way of teaching quite follows the way the book tells the lesson, so don't worry about it. I know your way of teaching is very different from mine. And I'm sorry for leaving this to you, Professor Kisa.

Professor Kamijou

The sound of pens filled the pleasing silence in the classroom as Kisa took his seat, browsing the history book. Professor Kamijou was right; his way of teaching is way different from the books. But he rarely had to teach history, though it was his majority as well as literature.

As he read the lessons, he found himself sometimes glance at a certain student – Yukina. For a reason, he had this urge to take a look at him; and he knew this reason crystal clear.

He clenched his teeth.

Don't look at him, and get yourself together! What if he notices?

As the class ended, everyone left the classroom, only one student stayed at the door, hesitating. Kisa narrowed as he looked at Yukina's back.

"Is there a problem?" he asked.

Yukina turned around, then got a few step closer to the black-haired man, making him blink in surprise.

"Can I talk to you after school, professor?"

"Eh? Why? Did something happen?" Kisa frowned, tilting his head to the side.

"Not really. I just need to talk to you."

"Alright. I will be in my office, and my last class will end at 4 p.m."

Yukina nodded, then hurriedly left the classroom, and Kisa couldn't do else, but looking after him. He wondered what he wanted to talk about, but he knew one thing for sure: that he didn't really want to talk to him.

Before he heard him playing on that piano, he didn't even noticed the similarity between him and Yoshida. If only he never met this boy. All the old wounds are renewed on his heart because of his student. And he didn't know if it was right to blame him or not. He didn't even know if it was right to even blame anyone.

He really thought he got stronger as the years passed, but he was wrong. His wounds still weren't healed.

Why does this happen to me? I don't wanna feel like this. I just wanna get over it.

As Kisa expected, exactly at 4, Yukina knocked on his office door, slowly stepping in.

"Close the door, and take a seat, please," Kisa said, but Yukina remained standing.

"Can I ask you to come with me, professor?"

"Why? And where?" Kisa frowned, not getting up from the chair.

"I want to show you something, professor, and I need you to come with me," Yukina said with a small smile and a slightly pink blush on his face.

Kisa just nodded, then followed Yukina in the silent corridor. The setting sun painted the whole place orange, giving it that typical afternoon feeling, though the temperature was pretty could out there.

As they walked, Kisa slowly started to recognise where they were heading.

Don't tell me…

Yukina stopped in front of the music room, opening the door, and walking in. Kisa silently followed him.

"I know it's probably going to hurt you, but I want to play that song again to you," he said as he sat down before the piano.

"Why?" Kisa turned his gaze down, clenching his fists.

"I want to know something."

Kisa didn't say anything, just stood there, taking a deep breath as Yukina started to play the slow, melodic song.

Can my heart get even more broken?

He watched Yukina; his closed eyes, his fingers on the keys, the expression on his face… Oh what a sin it would be to fall in love with him.

Yukina… Yoshida…

Kisa felt as if he was about to fall into a hole full of memories and feelings he wanted to bury.

Yoshida… Yoshida… s…

"Stop it…"

He only noticed he said it out loud, when Yukina stopped playing, turning to him.

"Professor, what kind of memories does this piano song bring back?" Yukina asked slowly, looking at Kisa's face.

The black-haired man wanted to spit it out, he wanted to complain, but he just ended up shaking his head.

"It's time to go home, Yukina-kun," he whispered instead.

"That's right," Yukina said, standing up.

He headed towards the door, but before he reached it, he stopped in front of Kisa. Kisa couldn't say a word, just kept his head turned down. But just then, he felt warm fingers under his chin, and they carefully lifted it up, making him look into Yukina's eyes. The brunette boy then leaned closer and closer, until their lips met and everything around them were swallowed up by the minute.

A\N:

Hey guys! I'm so sorry for updating this late! But my I had an exam to take, and I still have some. But I really try my best to update. ^_^ So, I hope you like this chapter and my story so far. :D Thank you for reading, favouriting and following. :3

Ricchan