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"Well done, everyone. You're dismissed," Reita Suzuki called as the bell rang, signalling the end of the test period. He couldn't help but smile a bit as he watched the flurry of activity. It had been a good class, good active students... but that was to be expected from fourth years. They were his favourite because they were motivated and he didn't have to push them. He would truly miss a class that had been as involved as this one had been. Well, that was one of the reasons he'd miss these students, anyway. "Good luck on any other finals you may have!"
He said it to his students, but his eyes were following just one of them. The blonde professor shifted his glasses on his nose as he watched the fourth-year student taking his time putting his things into his bag, and his stomach clenched. Was it alright to do what he was going to do? Of course it was, he reasoned with himself for the hundredth time. He turned to erase the whiteboard, continually looking back over his shoulder and blowing stray locks of gold hair out of his eyes. When he saw the student stand, he added, "Takashima, I want you to stay after," before he finished what he was doing, trying to keep his hands steady.
The said student, Uruha, as addressed by his colleagues, stilled from where he was standing, hand clutching the straps of his bag. He shot a confused glance to his friends who were waiting for him and quickly mouthed, "You guys go ahead, the party is still on." Oh, what was it this time? His hands weren’t stained from the use of paints earlier this morning, right? He had made sure he had scrubbed everything off. So there was no way the professor could’ve detected it to point it out (again, had done it before)? Or was it because of his notes that were filled with random colorful doodles?
“Okay, uh…” He awkwardly sat back down on his still-warm seat, one delicate hand tucking a handful of shoulder length honey blonde hair behind his ringed ear. “Is there anything you’d like to talk about with me?” He could tell he himself sound a bit impatient, already settling his chin in his hand as he puffed out his cheeks, making his pouty lips stand out. “Sensei?”
"Yeah." Reita finished erasing the board and turned to watch the last students disappear out the door, leaving him and Uruha alone. He turned his gaze to the art student, who looked nervous yet impatient, his honey-blonde hair falling lightly around his shoulders and wide chocolate eyes staring. The words Reita had come up with to say disappeared. Did Uruha know how beautiful he looked? The blonde swore his student didn’t know.
"I... uh..." He fumbled for words. "I really... well... how did you like the class...?" And he internally cursed. What the hell kind of question was that? But it was out, and it was hanging in the air now, and he didn't know how to recover it.
Seriously? Uruha stared frozen with a gaping mouth, too surprised to even reply before a frown etched its way between his perfectly trimmed eyebrows, not feeling amused at all as he was wasting a few minutes of his life already.
“It was great,” he was already taking his phone out of his bag that had settled on his lap, writing a text to his group of friends and darting glances at it and at the blonde Professor. “You taught well, and in doing so you entertained us with your enthusiasm, your charisma...”
Ruha (Fri, 16:09 p.m.) >> Party Squad B|
OMG T________T SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE! asdfghjk
Ruki (Fri, 16:09 p.m.) >> Party Squad B|
Why? What’s happening in there?? O___O
Ruha (Fri, 16:10 p.m.) >> Party Squad B|
;________; Idk he only asked me about the class D: Like WTH >_>
Uruha brought his gaze back up at Reita from more of the upcoming replies from other members that began flooding his phone screen, the device buzzing constantly, lips a full tight smile as he fluttered his eyes, chest rising and falling slightly.
“Anything else? Because,” he flicked his wrist to take a look at his watch, growing more impatient as the needle moved with each second. “I’ve something else to do.” He stood up from his seat, face already written a sour expression. “Thank you for all the teachings.”
"I..." Shit. He was leaving. Reita, not wanting to lose his chance, grabbed Uruha's arm firmly. "Wait. That's not... it's not what I wanted to ask." Dammit. Why was it so difficult to just say? Reita had never been good at this, but he had hoped that being a professor in this situation would help. "I wanted to..." Dammit, what did he have to do? He took a deep breath and said, "Maybe we could go for a coffee? Or... well... are you busy now? I'd..." Shit, shit, fuck! It was coming out all wrong. He felt flustered. "Would you go to coffee with me maybe?"
Uruha had already widened his eyes at where Reita’s hand connected with his arm, feeling his blood run cold instantly at how tight the grip was like. Taking a few deep steady breaths, Uruha struggled to sound as polite as humanly possible.
“Well, I am heading to the café…” Uruha clutched the phone in his hand. “So…”
Was he being turned down? Reita felt cold. He guessed there was no reason to be surprised. He was old in Uruha's eyes, surely. And he was a teacher. He slowly let go of the younger man's arm, though he wanted to keep clutching it and feeling the soft skin under his fingers. His gaze dropped from those chocolatey eyes that he had, shamefully, dreamed of, to the floor.
"I understand. I'm sorry, Takashima. Go on. I'll... I'm..." He shook his head and turned, walking back to his desk and trying to keep his frustration inside. He wasn't able to say anything else. He was so angry at himself.
Uruha blinked, not quite getting what was actually going on. He suddenly felt sorry for the older male though, the stuttering and all. Uruha knew for sure that wasn’t like him than when he had been teaching in the class. Glancing down at the vibrating phone in his hand, he thought of replying to his impatient friends who had gone crazy bombarding the chat room, but he didn’t do that.
“Ah, sensei.” Uruha slowly walked up to him, and gosh, was he doing this for real? But Reita had been obvious, too obvious. He couldn’t just wave it off like some trivial matter. “You want to have a date with me, hmm?” He stopped in front of the desk, almost letting loose a sigh, but he kept his expression neutral. “I’m okay with that.”
…Yeah, he was sacrificing his time.
Reita's gaze flashed to the younger man, his mouth almost falling open in surprise. He wasn't being turned down? Or was Uruha just taking pity on him? Well, if that was the case, refusing it meant refusing the date. Reita debated with himself for a moment. If Uruha didn't really want to, was it worth it? Would the date actually mean anything?
"You are?" he tried, wanting to gauge Uruha's reaction. He tried to not show how in turmoil he was that he couldn't clearly say his feelings or that he knew he was being turned down and how much that thought hurt him. He looked at the dark eyes and full pouty lips, easily reading how Uruha clearly didn't want to be here. "You'll really go... you'll date me?"
“Yes,” It came out quickly than Uruha had thought and he cringed a bit. “I will go and I will date you. But,” He lifted a finger, all the while trying to convince himself this could be a good thing and yes, he was still recovering from the shock he had caused to himself that he found very hard to believe. “Not now though, how about this evening? Let’s meet up at, uh, wherever you want. Maybe we could watch a movie or do something else? I don’t mind.”
Reita, despite how upset he was still, felt a wide smile stretch his mouth. Uruha was actually giving him a chance! He would take it. He knew once they were going things would be fine. He was better at dating itself than he was at asking someone out. And he was even better at... well, that was for later. "How about dinner and a movie? Your choice." If it was something Uruha wanted, it'd be a better date for him at least. Reita would do anything as long as he was with this student that had held his eye all semester.
“Sounds okay with me.” Despite the smile he was offering, Uruha was actually crying from inside already with the thought of I’m going to miss out the party, I’m going to miss out the party— “My place or your place? Or are we having dinner at a restaurant then watch a movie at a theater?” Shifting his weight from a foot to another, he glanced down at his wrist watch, growing a bit agitated. Was he really looking forward to this date with his own professor? Well, admittedly no. But he did have hopes to, at least, distract himself from feeling helpless not being able to join his friends and the party.
"How about my place? I'll cook. Then we can go to the movies." It wasn't hard to see that Uruha didn't want to. It disheartened Reita a bit. But he was determined to make it work and to make Uruha want to stick with him. And he knew Uruha would want to. Well, if he could say things properly from here on out. "Seven? I'll email you my address."
“Okay.” Less work then. “See you later, sensei.” And Uruha turned, not forgetting to flash a smile at the other over his shoulder, though his expression immediately altered by the time he faced the exit and walked out of the class. He sped up so he could meet up with his friends. He couldn’t bear the impatience that was eating at him. Ugh, he couldn’t believe this, any of this! And he was going to rant out everything to his friends, so he hoped they had prepared their ears.
***
"Oh, don't look so put out," Ruki drawled, smirking irritatingly as he watched Uruha stare at himself helplessly in the mirror. "At least he's good looking. It could have been that old history professor. Suzuki is young and has a good body. I bet he's got a nice dick too~"
“…Meh.” Uruha wasn’t the least amazed at that. He pulled a face and fixed the clothes he was wearing, not feeling sure of the style and whether they were appropriate or not, at least for the date. They were meant for the party he’d been so looking forward to but damn it, he wasn’t going, okay, he wasn’t. He couldn’t go. Groaning loudly like some angry animal as he dragged his legs to his bed, he snatched a pillow and dug his peach painted nails hard into the material before he let his body fall into the mattress face first.
“I’d date that guy,” From the other side of the room, Aoi was brushing his hair. He sent a glance at Uruha who groaned in response, legs kicking the mattress. “You’re lucky and you don’t know that.”
“I just wanna go to the party,” he sobbed into the pillow before he sat up, scoffing as he flicked the handful of hair that had fallen over his shoulder.
“Well, you could still cancel the date. Not that hard, huh?” Aoi bent his body a bit, carefully applying black eyeliner as he moved his hand.
"Yeah. If you don't want to date him, why didn't you turn him down?" Ruki asked, watching Uruha's tantrum. "It's not so hard to say no." He got up and went to his stand, picking through his lipsticks to find a shade he wanted. "You should have just said no instead of throwing this tantrum."
“Can’t you see I’m being nice?” Uruha lay down on his back and rolled on the bed, hugging the pillow in his arms as he stared up at the ceiling. “You should have seen his face at that time. I felt sorry for him and I just couldn’t say no.” He sucked on his lip and released it with a sigh. "I couldn't."
“Aww, sweet—shit!” Aoi cursed, sighing frustratingly at the mistake he’d made on his face and he dropped the eyeliner stick on the desk. “Where’s the damn tissue?”
Uruha pointed at a direction with his lifted finger. “To your right, on the desk.” The honey blonde eventually moved from the bed, heading to where Aoi was, almost tripping over a few brushes for his paintings and smudgy bottles and tubes of paints. It drew a sharp curse from his lips as he used his foot to push the scattered materials away.
"You should put some makeup on and look extra pretty for him," Ruki told him, selecting a deep red shade and slowly applying it, watching Uruha out of the corner of his eye. "I mean, he deserves to see you at your hottest. Maybe he'll take you to bed. Man. You'd be so lucky." Ruki pouted a bit. "Getting laid with a professor. And one with such nice arms too. I'd rather have sex with him than go to the party."
“…I’m.” Uruha narrowed his eyes at the mirror, sucking a long deep breath. “Not looking forward to getting into the bed with him. What, wanna substitute with me? Put on high heels and a wig and you’d be my height and look like me. Problem could be solved—oww!” Uruha suddenly whined, rubbing his arm as he glared at Aoi.
“Don’t be such an idiot.” Aoi cupped his chin and turned Uruha’s face to him. “We’re going to the party and you’re gonna go for your date.” The raven shook his head, narrowing his eyes in return. “Nu uh, no, no, don’t look at me like that, close your eyes and don’t struggle.” He reached out for the make up kit just as Uruha groaned, pinching Aoi on the arm. “Ru, could you style his hair? Once you’re done with that.”
"Of course." Ruki snickered as he watched Uruha complain about the makeup. "You're so cute, Uru chan. If you feel so bad for him then make it a good date. We'll get you all prettied up so he can see just what a treasure you are. Then you can show him a good time. It will be good." He finished his own makeup and went over, combing his fingers through Uruha's hair and beginning to separate it out for styling. "Say Aoi, don't you think Uruha could have a better time with Suzuki sensei than at the party? If he would just look at it the right way?" He picked up a comb and began teasing the soft hair just slightly to give it more volume. "I mean, everyone is already jealous of him for having a real date."
“Well, I am one of those people.” Aoi started powdering Uruha’s face gently, the honey blonde’s skin twitching from now and then. “Oh, you’ll definitely have a better time, ne. Hey, don’t stick your tongue out at me.” Uruha pulled it and opened his eyes only into sits to let the raven see he was rolling them sideways. “Gosh, I don’t even know what sensei sees in you—“
“Yeah, I’m wondering about that too.” Uruha shrugged his shoulders, not caring whether he sounded sarcastic or not. Aoi could only hum as he proceeded with the next step to applying more make up on his friend’s face. “You guys better wish me good luck later.”
"Do we really need to?" Ruki gave Uruha's hair a light bit of hair spray. "What would you possibly need it for? Oh, for fitting his dick inside you?" Ruki snickered and patted Uruha's behind. "You haven't gotten any action in awhile."
“Hey, hey.” Uruha frowned, lifting one finger to wave it from side to side. “That’s not your business to stick your nose into. And why have you been talking about his dick?! I’m only going for dinner and a movie! Nothing more!”
“Stop yelling, idiot.” Aoi scolded with a hiss, earning a pout from the honey blonde along with a whine. “Oh, oh. Would you look at the time? Better make it quick Ru, I’m almost done with a few touch ups here.”
"Okay." Ruki snickered at Uruha's outburst and fixed up his hair. "I'm just saying, sweetheart. You said you feel bad for him. Why not go all the way?" Finishing, he stood up and moved back. "Very nice. You look good. He'll melt into a puddle at the sight of you, baby~"
“Ohh, he will, he will. Don’t worry.” Aoi straightened up with a big satisfied smile, giving a thumbs up at Uruha who was looking at them with narrowed eyes, nostrils a bit flaring as he tried to hold onto the last bit of patience left.
“And I think we all should get going now.” Aoi stopped Uruha from looking at his reflection by pulling him away from the mirror. “Here’s your bag, purse, and oh, a bit of this.” He pulled the lid open from a perfume bottle, spraying about the air and aiming at Uruha who was clutching the bag in his arms. “And you’re ready!”
“Nice touch Aoi. Ah, let me do one last thing." Ruki went to his dresser and through his makeup. Pulling out a light coral lip gloss, he went over and dabbed some on Uruha's full lips. "There you go. You're beautiful." He admired Uruha, nodding a few times. "Very nice. Now," Ruki said, holding up a finger. "Remember to say please and thank you, and not be rude, and smile. And enjoy the time, he's treating you. Also, make sure you thank him at the end with a kiss. Add some tongue, it will be good. And don't be afraid to go further if he's been really nice to you~ He gave you good grades all semester after all."
Uruha’s eye twitched. “All I need is a ‘good luck, Uruha’ but you…” Uruha sighed and pursed his glossy lips, shoulders drooping before he slid up the straps of his bag to one of them. “Only dinner and a movie. And I’m not going to repeat that.” He walked over to his bed and grabbed his phone, waking the device up. “Thanks for the help though.” He made a fake pathetic sobbing sound, wiping away an invisible tear. “Have fun at the party.”
Aoi blew him a kiss, chuckling softly. “Have fun at the date.”
"Seriously though. Have fun. It's not going to be that bad, Uru. Besides, there will always be another party." Ruki chuckled. "Good luck."
***
Uruha groaned a little by the time he stopped in front of a door of an apartment, pouting down at the boots he was wearing and thinking why the hell he’d chosen them to wear for the evening. Well at least he’d made it to Reita’s place after enduring the pain of getting there, so he could take the boots off soon.
He brought his hand up to ring the door bell but stopped midway as he hesitated, completely forgetting to take a deep breath as he dropped his head, accidentally doing it quick as he banged his forehead against the wooden surface.
“Oww, oww…oww,” he groaned, massaging the pained spot as he took a few steps backwards, somehow advancing forward the next moments as he pressed the door bell once, twice.
Reita almost jumped when he heard the bang on the door followed by the bell, he was so nervous. He scolded himself for it, but his hands were shaking.
"Don't. Things will be fine. You can't screw this up." Muttering that to himself over and over, he combed a hand through his blonde hair, hoping he looked okay, and went to the door.
"Hey," he said when he opened it. He noticed the red spot on Uruhas forehead and asked, "You alright?"
“Yeah,” Uruha attempted a weak smile, still palming the same spot. “My forehead suddenly fell in love with your door it had to kiss it. But it’ll be okay.” He took a deep breath, pulling his hand away and hoping the pained mark didn’t look as bad as it felt. Finally able to take a look of his surroundings, Uruha nodded slowly at how this apartment spoke of simple and fresh elements to his liking, like arts itself. It wasn’t that big, but not small either. Well the owner was actually more breathtaking and it took the younger male by surprise at how good looking (more than in the class) his Suzuki sensei was, dragging him into a few seconds stunned silence.
Damn, it made him think whether he, or they, should remain entitled to being a teacher and a student.
Dinner and a movie.
“May I come in?” Uruha made himself ask, flushing a bit as he fluttered his eyes and averting them away.
"Oh yes, please." Reita had seen Uruha's eyes taking in the living room and suddenly felt a bit embarrassed about the humble apartment, especially in front of this beautiful student. Uruha had done makeup, and it made those lovely eyes and full lips stand out more. How was it possible for Uruha to be even more beautiful than he was naturally? He realised he might be staring and quickly stepped back and allowed Uruha inside, tying to think of something to say.
"Did... did you find it okay?" Dammit! Why ask that? Reita was beginning to panic. He turned his head so hopefully his student wouldn't see the colour he knew was tingeing his cheeks. "Of course you did. Uh... I'm still working on dinner... make yourself comfortable."
He hurried into the kitchen, hands balling into fists as he went to the stove. Why couldn't he just play it cool? He was fine when Uruha was in a crowd! He stirred the pasta hard, banging the spoon against the pot and startling himself with the loud noise.
"Dammit, Suzuki...."
Uruha left his bag on a couch in the living room and followed Reita into the kitchen, making note of how noticeably nervous was the other and frowned when he saw the other jump at the sharp metallic noise.
This poor guy.
“Is there anything I can help here?” He rolled up his sleeves, looking around the kitchen as he searched for something he could at least be so useful at.
Wait, Uruha had followed him? Reita internally cursed. He tried to think of something for the student to do. "The dishes are up in that cupboard." He motioned to the place. "You could get those out, I guess?"
He tried to not look at Uruha, because right now he needed to get himself back together, and seeing that lovely face would make him fall apart. He wouldn't have any chance to prove himself if Uruha didn't like tonight. He took a few deep breaths. He just had to act like they were still in the classroom and everything would be okay, right? He put himself in that frame of mind and tried speaking.
"When you're done with that, you can come drain the pasta while I finish the sauce." Well, at least he hadn't stuttered. It was something. "If you want to, that is. You are my guest, after all." He'd take it.
Uruha nodded in the direction of the cupboard, quietly walking over to open the door and take out two red colored dishes before closing the door back gently. Placing the dishes on the kitchen island, he made a move to stand next to Reita before turning his attention to the pasta in a larger pot and taking a hold of the handles.
“I’m still your student, sensei.” He shrugged his shoulders, bringing the pot to the sink and taking a colander. “I don’t mind doing this, just helping out whatever I can do and as long as I can do it.” He wasn’t smiling, but at least he didn’t feel annoyed or anything. He knew his professor was trying to make the best out of everything about this date and he actually appreciated the effort and adored the blonde man for it.
"You're not my student anymore," Reita reminded him. "Your grades are out of my hands now." That was the only reason he had dared to ask for this. He knew he couldn't have done it before now. It had been a struggle, because he'd been so drawn to this one student, wanted to know more and see more. But he'd waited his time. "So... I'm not your teacher."
He finished the sauce and took it to the table, taking another couple of deep breaths. He turned to the younger man with a small smile, hoping his cheeks weren't still red. "Thanks for your help. Come sit down...?"
Uruha frowned after slowly placing a bowl of the drained pasta, lips pursing a bit as he thought about what Reita had said. Yes, it was true and he was right. But…
But it was still a whole new thing for Uruha to get used to.
He froze for a second, gosh how awkward, he thought to himself before he complied, sitting on a stool next to Reita, his body a bit tense and it remained like that for several silent moments then he reached out for a fork, clearing his throat as he filled his dish with the pasta.
“So, we’re finally having our dinner, haha.” OhmyGod what? Uruha bit his lip hard to prevent from groaning in dissatisfaction at himself.
"Yeah... we are... sorry it wasn't ready when you got here." Dammit. Reita had slipped back into nervousness. Was Uruha really so upset? His mind clawed for anything to talk about. What would Uruha like? So of course he said, "So you're an art student." Dammit Reita! He scrambled to add, "Well, what took you to art? Not that there's anything wrong with it, just..." Fuck. "I'm curious." Dammit.
Okay, so Uruha had to bear with this for however long it would take.
Maybe he should try making it short?
“It’s okay,” The honey blonde shook his head, using one hand to pat Reita on the shoulder lightly as so to not startle the older male and squeezing it gently. “Calm down and relax,” Because he hadn’t been able to do so ever since Uruha had stepped into this apartment.
Uruha was trying to comfort him. Reita was so embarrassed that the person he was trying to date was telling him "it's okay" in that sort of tone. It didn't help that Uruha touched him. His heart rate jumped when the attractive student's hand was on his shoulder, when it squeezed. Dammit, Uruha was just making things worse! But Reita tried to take a deep breath as Uruha continued speaking.
“Well, I started reading manga when I was young and in the elementary school, there was a classmate who was able to draw and I was so interested in what he could do, impressed by the smooth way his hand danced over papers, no matter how the pencil stained the side of it. And before I knew it he’d finished an art in less than ten minutes, given one for me. If I’m not mistaken he drew it based on Doraemon character…of course I’d lost the drawing somewhere so long ago. Then one day I decided to do the same thing like he did; I used any manga from my book shelves as my references at that time, you don’t know how ugly my drawing was like, all the body proportions,” he whispered the last part, chuckling a little then he continued.
“Then I entered middle and high schools, whereby the teachers and friends recognized my ability to draw…they uh, forced me to join competition after competition, and I did win some of them. And every month I’d buy art supplies to challenge myself, my room felt smaller and compact as the time passed, waking up to the smell of the paints and marker ink everyday was normal and I was more determined to take art than anything else as my major in university, my parents weren’t against me so,” he lifted both shoulders, looking down at his dish. “And I just finished my final year. Look, I made sensei.” He laughed a little, since the pasta fit with the Professor’s hair color, his hand had automatically moved in its own way. “Too bad there’s nothing I could use to make your glasses—“
Wait, wait. Was he playing with his food? Wait—he was acting like a little kid now, wasn’t he?!
How immature.
“Um, sorry about this, ahaha.” Uruha mentally slapped himself. He should be enjoying eating it and making this date finish quickly, but instead he wasn’t doing that at all. Well it was actually a habit for him to become creative too while eating anyway…
As Reita listened to Uruha talk, he did relax a bit. He understood the feeling of sort of falling into something that suddenly took over your life and gave it a direction. He could relate too well to that. The fact that they were similar in that regard helped ease him a bit, and he didn't feel quite as worried about being here with this man. He was still nervous, but now that he had heard Uruha's thinking, it was closer to being here with a friend.
Well, not really, but if he thought that way it made it easier for him.
"You really did make me," he chuckled softly when he saw Uruha had arranged the pasta - and quite well, in fact - into a semblance of him. "It's fine. I think that's great. Creativity is so important, art or not. And you have skill. I've seen your work. Well, outside the pasta bowl too." He laughed a bit. "You're really talented."
Uruha stared back at Reita, then down at his simple piece of art, poking the pasta with his fork as he let out a soft laugh.
“Thank you. Well now I’m hesitant to eat sensei, you’re too adorable here on the dish.” He pulled his lips into a pout then looked over at Reita with narrowed eyes. “But I hate wasting food, so I’ll just eat.” He shrugged and shoved a few mouthfuls of the pasta into his mouth, being aware of the way he ate just so he wouldn’t look like some immature kid...
"I'm not adorable in real life?" Reita asked, awkwardly looking back at his own food and taking a few bites. Wasting food... did it taste that bad? His heart somehow sank more. "I guess probably not, huh. Not to someone like you, anyway." The blonde tried to chuckle a bit.
Uruha suddenly coughed, widening his eyes at Reita as he rubbed a hand against his chest. “H-huh? No, I mean—“ He continued coughing, looking over the island top for—ah, there wasn’t even something for them to drink. He cleared his throat, though his voice croaked with pain.
“You’re not adorable,” he confessed. “But you’re handsome, very good-looking. Hm?” He nudged Reita on the arm and pouted at his food. “Be proud of that.”
Reita got up and got a glass of water, hoping to hide his red face. Uruha had said he was good looking. That beautiful student had said he was handsome. He didn't know how to take that. He brought the water back and set it down.
"Thank you," he said after a moment of fumbling for what to say. "Well... I never thought I'd hear you say something like that about me. You're really beautiful so I... I mean..." Shit. He shouldn't have said that. He really shouldn't have said that. Was there a way to recover from it? He tried to find something, anything, and failed.
"Oh?" Uruha lifted an eyebrow, taking the glass of water into his hand -though he had pretty much expected to have some alcohol- and thanking Reita for it.
"And thanks for the compliment, but being beautiful doesn't mean anything to me though....wait, is that why you asked me out? Why me of all other more beautiful students?" Uruha set down the now empty glass, looking at Reita curiously while swinging his legs back and forth and having one elbow propped against the horizontal surface, continuing to eat. "C'mon, sensei. Tell me. I don't have to tickle you to make you do it, right?" He laughed a little. But seriously, because of this date he wasn't able to attend the party and he felt like he at least needed to know why was he chosen among all other people by Professor Suzuki.
"I... uh... well..." Why had he asked? Reita hadn't expected to have to tell him. He struggled for a bit, stabbing his pasta with his fork, before he just let it out.
"Well, your looks caught my eye at first, of course, I didn't know you then. But as time went on and class went on, and I saw how passionate you were about your art, and... reading your essays and papers and your thoughts on the things we read, and watching you interact with other people... you're thoughtful and sensitive to other people, and you seem to like making them happy. You really felt strongly for the characters in the books and always saw some deeper meanings that I hadn't thought of. Everyone likes you and I guess... I just felt really drawn to you. You're so bright." His voice had dropped to a mumble of embarrassment by the end. "I just wanted to know you better and be closer to you."
First thing Uruha was doing was nothing but staring at the other male, until he felt something warm spread over his cheeks to heat them up in a red glow, that made his body suddenly move against his will.
“You deserve this,” he whispered, then placed soft kiss on Reita’s cheek and he pulled away, returning to sit back properly on his stool and he swore he could hear his friends’ – Ruki’s especially— laughter was mocking him from somewhere inside of his head. God, shut the fuck up! “Let’s finish eating this up so then we can watch movies.”
Reita stared at Uruha, unsure of what had just happened. Had his student really kissed him? And said he deserved it? What for? Had he done something right? Reita felt his cheeks flush darker as he realised he could still feel that sensation of the plush-looking lips against his cheek.
"Y-yeah..." He tried, but he couldn't keep back the smile that stretched his mouth. He hurriedly turned his head back to his food. "Which movie do you want to see?"
“Any movie, you choose, I don’t mind.” Uruha paused, then lowered his voice, lips twitching hard into a smile. “Not some porn though.” He snorted in the back of his throat and continued eating.
"Hey." Reita chuckled a bit. "I have some class. It won't be porn. Isn't there a movie you want to see? My friends say I don't have good taste in films."
Really? That already scared Uruha.
“Ah, umh, umhhhh…” The younger swallowed, having difficulties to finish his food completely and trying to think of what suitable movie for them to watch. “Either romance…or action-packed. Let’s-go-for-the-second, uh, any Marvel movie?”
"Sounds good to me." No romance movies. Secretly Reita was pleased but he had thought maybe one would put Uruha... well... in a more datelike mood. He guessed he couldn't blame his student. "There is one out now I've been wanting to go see."
“Oh, which one?” Uruha was glad Reita didn’t have anything against his choice. Romance wasn’t something he’d like to go for now. Anything that could spark something between him and blonde, just no. A kiss was the furthest he’d gone for, and he wouldn’t want to do more than that.
"The new Captain America, I think. It sounds really good." Reita smiled a bit. "I'm not usually a movie person but I do enjoy the Marvel movies."
Uruha looked like he was closing off again. Feeling a bit disheartened, Reita ate some of his food, trying to think of something to say that might bring a decent conversation back. His hopes of a second date were dropping quickly. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, but somehow he'd really thought he might have a chance. No, he wouldn't give it up. He decided to give a bit of information about himself, since Uruha had talked about his art. "Romances aren't something I usually watch. Those were things my sister and mom made me watch with them." He chuckled a bit remembering.
“So you don’t like romances then?” Uruha stood up as he took his empty dish into his hands as well as the glass before moving around to reach the sink. “Your sister and mom,” he hummed, started the water and rinsed his dish. “I bet you must be embarrassed all over, watching romances and being the only guy while they were all giggly and awww-ing at some scenes.” He let out a light chuckle, suddenly shrieking once the slippery dish in his hands slipped a bit and he quickly gripped it tightly to prevent it from crashing down hard into the sink.
After a moment of silence, he let loose a relieved breath, his body still bending over slightly the edge of the sink, enough to expose the pale slim waist underneath his shirt and the elastic band of his boxers right above the waistline of his dark skinny tight jeans. “Sorry,” he laughed a bit nervously, straightening himself and immediately grabbing a towel to wipe dry the dish. “This must be expensive.”
"Not really," Reita said, trying to pry his eyes from the sight of the soft-looking skin that was revealed. Damn, was Uruha doing this on purpose? The blonde's whole body ached, but he bit it back. "It was a bit embarrassing. Especially when I was younger. Now that I'm older, not as much. I'll go watch romances with them. It's not that I don't like them. They're just not my thing. Sounds like they're not usually yours either."
He stood and went to the sink, resisting the urge to put a hand on Uruha's lower back and feel some of that tempting skin. That would definitely send his student running. Standing next to Uruha and rinsing his dishes, he glanced up at the young profile, the soft lips and nose, and wanted so much to give in to his inner self urging him to try it. He knew better. Remembering how Uruha had called him handsome, he felt his cheeks heat a bit again. This angel had said he was good-looking.
"Do you have sisters that made you do that sort of thing?" he asked, hoping it wasn't too much.
“Yes.” Uruha nodded slightly, taking the dishes Reita had washed and starting to wipe them dry. “Well, I only have one sister who’s older than me a few years, so…when it comes to forcing me, I have to obey her no matter what. But I did enjoy doing most of the things she made me do.” He sighed softly, losing himself in the past. “But romances are actually my thing, hehe. I just…” he struggled to speak as he walked away from the sink –and Reita—to the kitchen cupboard and placed the dishes back in it. “I’m in the mood for some action!” He balled his hand into a fist as he threw it into the air, gaping afterwards as he realized his actual lack of words.
“I MEAN—movies. Action-packed movies. Well, one movie though which is—! The new Captain America as you said! And then we’re done, yeah,” he laughed a little then dragged himself out of the kitchen completely to get and take out his phone from his bag, already almost crying from inside.
Reita smiled a bit despite how his heart ached. Could he just skip the date and go to what he knew he was good at? He hated seeing the person he liked not enjoying himself. He hated not being able to give a good time without going to that. He leaned his hands on the counter and took a few deep breaths, trying to not be too hurt by Uruha.
Ruki (Fri, 20:03 pm)
>> Ruha
So? How's it going? How big is he? >3
Uruha’s jaw fell, then instantly his face was bright red as he replied quite hurriedly to his friend.
Ruha (Fri, 20:07 pm)
>> Ruki
WTF WE DON’T HAVE SEX YET OKAY
He stared wide eyed at his own text before his thumb typed out another quick reply.
Ruha (Fri, 20:08 pm)
>> Ruki
Forget ‘yet’!! >__< We just had our dinner, it was good and I liked it. We also talked about some stuffs if that’s what you wanna hear about the whole progress. Ha-ha. Before you make me jealous more of going to the party, sensei is seriously handsome this evening I tell you. We’re gonna watch a movie soon.
After he sent that text, Uruha looked up from his phone and turned himself a bit to look in the kitchen’s direction, wondering why Reita hadn’t come out yet and he figured he should call him out.
“Sensei?”
"Coming." Reita straightened up and went out with a smile. "Ready to go?"
Ruki (Fri, 20:09 pm)
>> Ruha
Oh? Is he handsome? I can believe it. He's pretty hot tbh. And no sex yet? Tsk tsk. You should thank him properly for giving you a good evening. You need it anyway. Why not with an older guy that likes you?
The honey blonde glanced quickly at Reita and gave a silent nod, dropping his eyes back to his phone.
Ruha (Fri, 20:10 pm)
>>Ruki
....I
=-= I forgot to thank him, I'll make sure to do it once the date is over. Of course he's hot! But hotter this time!
"Sensei! Stay!" he suddenly exclaimed, one free hand holding out at arm's length in the air to signal Reita to stop walking. "Smile." He quickly directed his phone in the blonde's way and snapped a photo of him then sent it to Ruki immediately.
Ruha (Fri, 20:11 pm)
>> Ruki
SEE??? >__> Are you jealous yet?? :')
Reita, surprised by Uruha's sudden shout, simply did as told and smile while his student took the picture. "What was that for?" he asked, chuckling a bit. Such an action was more normal, and he knew so. He didn't understand the reason behind the sudden picture, but he was a bit flattered that, no matter the reason, Uruha had taken a picture of him.
Ruki (Fri, 20:14 pm)
>> Ruha
Damn. He's fine. We're all jealous of you. You've gotta tap that, Ruha. Aoi and I will if you don't. Where are you at, so we can come cheer him up when you chicken out?
“For my …keep?” Uruha flashed an innocent smile at Reita, coughing a bit as he went back to replying and hardening his gaze at the screen.
Ruha (Fri, 20:15 pm)
>> Ruki
=-= We’re still at his place. You guys just keep on partying, we’re going now. Bye.
“Umh, let’s go now.” Uruha smiled once again, picked up his bag from the couch and placed his phone in it, letting loose a breath after dragging it in.
"Sure. We'll take my car." Reita opened the door for Uruha, then led him down to the garage. He went to his sleek red Mustang convertible and unlocked it, opening that door for Uruha as well with a graceful smile. He didn't know why, but seeing Uruha acting this way made him feel more confident.
Ruki (Fri, 20:18 pm)
>> Ruha
Does that mean you're going to fuck him? (ΦωΦ*)
Uruha thanked Reita with a smile before climbing into the car and reading the text with a visible frown, being careful not to let the older male be able to read it as he covered most of the screen of his phone with a hand.
Ruha (Fri, 20:20 pm)
>>Ruki
Damn you. You really don’t know how to shut up huh? >__> Didn’t I tell you we’re going to watch a movie? =-= And we’ll do only that.
Ruki (Fri, 20:22 pm)
>> Ruha
Sure, sure. Enjoy the movie. And thank him properly afterward! Give him some sugar~
"Did you have to cancel something to come on this date?" Reita asked as he drove, noticing how much Uruha was looking at his phone. "I apologise if that's the case. You could have said no."
Uruha let out a groan and he didn’t have to write his reply to that text, dropping his hand which was clenching the phone onto the bag on his lap. He stared at nothing in particular, mind somehow occupied for a moment until Reita’s words finally sank in, making him blink in realization and turn to look at the blonde.
“Huh? Umh…” The honey blonde bit his lip, throwing his gaze out the window and sighing. Well, he couldn’t lie, could he? “Yes, I did. But it’s just a party, there will always be another one though.”
"I see. You still could have said no." Reita smiled a bit at him. He honestly was still surprised Uruha had even agreed to it in the first place. "I'm glad you didn't though. Though you probably already knew that." He looked back out towards the street, barely seeing his student out the corner of an eye. "It's nice to be closer to you. You just radiate energy."
Uruha stared long at Reita with his two wide chocolatey eyes, hands gripping the seat belt a bit tightly as he spoke slowly, voice low. "Oh, uh. Thanks. Though I think eighty percent of the time I'm just being ridiculous and a bit immature... you'll eventually get to know me more, sensei." He shrugged his shoulders, looking back out the window on his side. "You are not that bad to hang around with anyway."
"Yeah? Thanks." Reita smiled and pulled into the parking lot. He jumped out and went to open the door for Uruha. "Here we are. After you." As the student got out, Reita, feeling daring, lightly brushed his hand against Uruha's arm as he shut the door and turned. "Captain America, here we come."
Uruha really took a long time to reply, or first, took his eyes off from where the faint touch of Reita's hand had met with his arm.
....Am I going to survive the evening?
The night?
"Thanks." He blinked at Reita and fixed his clothes by smoothing out the wrinkles and doing so longer than necessary.
"Let's go." Reita smiled and walked to the window. On the inside, he was smiling wider at seeing Uruha's reaction to even his lightest touch. At the window, he said, "Two for Captain America please."
When he was handed the tickets, he held one out to Uruha. "Here." And his fingers brushed his student's, just a bit, as he handed the ticket off. "Do you want any snacks? It's all on me."
Uruha's eye twitched once he felt goosebumps rising at the touch, no matter how much he tried to wave off the feeling.
"Yeah, uh, anything is fine with me." He nodded slowly, widening his eyes a bit and flicking a glance at Reita's glasses and dark eyes, and something was telling him the date wouldn’t end up as he wanted it to be.
...I'm praying to the God to save me.
"Why don't you go save me a seat and I'll bring something in?" Reita gave Uruha his best charming smile as he asked it. This was something he knew and was good at. And he was glad Uruha was even the tiniest bit receptive.
"Okay," Uruha cleared his throat and -stiffly- walked away -from Reita- as he tried to slow down his quickened heartbeat, jumping out of his skin once his phone rang in his bag and he quickly took it out, only to see it was just a reminder about something.
He went inside afterwards through two double doors and found two empty seats for him to sit with Reita before he waited for him, eyes narrowing at a couple in front of him that were giggling and talking excitedly about the movie they were going to watch.
Great, these two better not be annoying after this.
Reita came in a few minutes later with drinks and some popcorn. He plopped into the seat beside Uruha and gave him one of the large cups with a smile.
"I noticed you had Coke in class sometimes. I hope that means you like it, because that's what I got you." His arm lightly touched Uruha's as he put the cup into the holder. "Popcorn?”
"Sure, and thanks," Uruha whispered, smiling at Reita a bit tightly before he forced his eyes to look at the big screen, taking the cup and a few sips of his drink.
Reita smiled a bit and settled in, focusing on the movie as it started. He tried to keep things innocent and not touch Uruha, but before too long he stretched a bit and shifted position so his shoulder pressed ever so lightly on Uruha's. He felt the tension run through his student st the contact so he kept it there for awhile. About halfway through the movie, he leaned his arm across the back of Uruha's chair, entirely unintentionally, but when he realised it had happened, he kept it there, keeping a watch on Uruha out the corner of his eye.
Uruha didn't know how long he had his eyebrows furrowed throughout most of the movie, or how he was holding his cup with tightened fingers. He wished he could glance at Reita and look to see if what he was doing was real or not - it was really his arm behind him right? But he just kept most of his attention on the movie, letting out some amused 'oh' and 'ahh' at several interesting scenes… though they weren’t actually as half interesting as the man next to him.
Whoa, dude! Focus!
Reita let his arm slip a bit lower, resting on the very top of Uruha's shoulders, keeping it there until the film ended. Then he leaned over and asked with a smile, "What did you think?"
Uruha quickly swallowed a sudden threatened gasp, slowly screwing his head to the side to look at Reita in the eye. Noticing how close their noses were to touching one another made his mouth open and close a few times as he stiffened. After a bit, he stammered, "The movie was great. It’s sad Bucky had to be frozen back but I understand his reasons....and I was happy Iron Man helps the cute Spider-Man at the end of the story. Though I’m quite sad at a few parts of Captain Steve and Iron Man fighting before that...ha-ha." He grabbed his bag off the floor and hugged it to his chest. "...Can we go now? You are not asking for some reflective essay on it, right...?"
"Yeah. We can go." Reita stood and stretched his arms over his head, feeling his shirt lift up a bit to show off his hips and stomach. "It's getting late anyhow."
Uruha felt his breath catch in his throat at the brief display of the exposed skin and quickly - and obviously - averted his eyes away as he stood up almost hurriedly, faking a yawn as he pressed the back of his hand to his parting lips.
"I'm sleepy, quick sensei."
"Okay okay." Reita chuckled and walked out of the theatre with him, opening the door for the Mustang again. "Home?"
"Yeah, home." Uruha sat down on the passenger's seat after climbing into the car, sliding his hand into his bag to take out his phone. There were no texts from any of his friends so he just sighed, slumping in the seat with a pout.
Reita could sense Uruha was at the end of his nerves, so he chose to remain quiet. That was, until he pulled into his garage and parked the car. Then he turned his handsome smile on Uruha again, his hand lightly brushing against his student's as he pulled the keys out of the ignition.
"Home," he said simply as he leaned his elbow on the backrest.
Uruha closed his restless eyes as he swallowed at the voice before he turned his head to the side to look at Reita directly in the eyes. Silence filled the night air once their gazes locked.
Yeah, it was time to do it.
Just give a kiss on the cheek and thank your professor for the date as planned.
He reached down for the hand he'd actually been aching to hold for and closed his own around it, feeling the rough texture against his own smooth one. The warmth radiating through it aroused everything inside him to melt and he lifted himself off the seat a bit, leaning over to catch Reita's lips –instead– with his own for a a quick kiss.
"Thanks." He blushed once he pulled away just a little, fluttering his warm eyes as he chewed on his lip, taking himself by surprise at how hard his breathing was now. He retracted his hand that instant from Reita's at the realization and took hold of the straps of his bag, voice shaking but his legs weren't moving at all, locked against his will. "I-I'm going home now."
"You sure?" Reita asked, smiling in bemusement as he saw Uruha not moving a single inch. "You can come in for a little while longer. The date can keep going." He leaned slightly closer and whispered in Uruha's ear, "I can make the night even better. I have so much more to offer."
Uruha flinched a little as his breath hitched in the back of his throat. He quickly placed a hand over his mouth to stifle a moan as he pressed his curvy thighs together to ease the ache that had just developed in his groin underneath the tight dark layer.
"I…" He could feel his ear turning red at how close the sensual lips he’d just kissed were to it, hell, his whole body was, and it was so damn near to being set on fire. "Nnh, s-sensei..." A tiny whimper escaped from his lips, so needy and it surprised him, making him feel more embarrassed than he ever should be capable of.
Reita pulled back with a knowing smile and got out of the car. He strolled to the other door and opened it, offering his hand to his date.
"Is that a yes?" he asked, smiling his most charming and seductive smile, just for this lovely blushing student whom he had so wanted to be close to.
Uruha curled his shaky hand and lifted it to place it in Reita's, gripping it somewhat tightly. It was his silent answer as he pulled himself out of the car, not quite looking the other directly in the face as he felt his own still heat up. His other hand tightened around the straps of his bag as he whispered to himself, "I-I want sensei..."