InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Lesson in Love ❯ I Know My Calculus...Kinda ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: angel_h 
Kagome spends each class daydreaming about a certain professor, but student-teacher relationships are forbidden...aren't they?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 909 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome spends each class daydreaming about a certain professor, but student-teacher relationships are forbidden...aren't they?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 909 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Hey there! Welcome to the first thing I’ve written...well ever! Aside from term papers, I’ve never really tried to express myself creatively before, so please go easy on me!
Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own anything related to InuYasha except for some illegally downloaded episodes and movies, although I guess I technically don’t own that either! ;)
Chapter 1
Kagome lazily propped her chin up on one fist while the other firmly grasped a pen and scribbled down random parts of the lecture. She focused her eyes on the man in front of her and attempted to stifle a yawn. She failed. The teacher’s eyes narrowed in her direction, though he continued his presentation uninterrupted. A blush riding high on her cheeks, Kagome dutifully sat up straighter and returned to her notes with renewed vigor.
‘Who makes a math class an hour and a half? That’s 90 minutes of my life wasted ... that’s...’ taking a moment to punch some numbers into her calculator, ‘that’s 5,400 seconds!’ More furious typing into the gigantic calculator, ‘That’s ... that’s ...well that can’t be right...’ She stared down at the calculator screen more than a little bemused. ‘I wonder what all those symbols mean.’ Belatedly realizing why she was in the math class in the first place, she looked around guiltily to see that her teacher was slightly glaring at her. ‘Guess I lost my chance to play Tetris on this thing.’ With a little sigh, she pushed the calculator away and tried to focus on the professor at the front of the class again. Not that the sight that met her was unpleasant, it was her favorite part of the day to gaze upon the young math professor. ‘Well not young,’ her mind supplied as she blushed, but compared to the mathematics geezers tottering around that department, even a thirty-year old looked fresh. Kagome would have rather propped her chin back up and daydream about the hunk of male flesh that caused many a female student to sigh, but math was her worst subject, and she desperately needed to do well in this class. With a determined glint in her eyes and squared shoulders, she tried to tackle the problem on the board.
InuYasha fought to suppress a grin. Kagome Higurashi alternately fidgeted, blushed, or studiously took down notes, only to repeat the cycle all over. He knew his classes weren’t the most exciting on campus, but couldn’t the girl give him a break? It’s not like he wanted to teach intro math courses to a bunch of simpering college girls. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when one particular student batted her eyes at him while simultaneously flipping her hair. He often wondered how females learned to do such tricks. Yura of the hair, as he had nicknamed her, spent more time brushing her hair than solving the assigned math problems. Though he was used to his students blatantly thowing themselves at him, some for grades and others for the fuzzy dog ears he sported on top of his head, he was always annoyed by their antics. Kagome was biting her lip in serious contemplation, and he was hard pressed not to stare as she worried her lip until it was swollen and pink. ‘Looks like she’s just been kissed...’ With a vicious mental shake of the head and a muttered, “Keh,” he cleared his throat to get the class’ attention.
“Who would like to write the answer on the board?” He knew it sounded childish, so his customary scowl was firmly in place as he glared around at his students.
‘Not me not me not me not me...’ was the constant mantra in Kagome’s head as she fixed her gaze firmly on the ground between her feet and tried to become invisible. On top of her limited abilities in math, she hadn’t paid attention most of the class and therefore had gotten little beyond writing the problem down in her notebook. She made the mistake of glancing up and meeting her teacher’s eye.
“Higurashi.”
Her heart stopped beating for a brief moment as she approached the front of the room. ‘Why does he always seem to be looking at me?’ she thought meanly to herself. But the idea that he might be more interested in her than the rest of the students caused her to blush madly and glance quickly at Professor Takahashi.
‘Why is the stupid girl so embarrassed? It’s just a damn problem on the board!’ InuYasha growled quietly to himself as the scent of her nervousness wafted to him across the room.
When Kagome saw the scowl on his face, she brought herself back to reality and the impending doom on the chalkboard. ‘Earth to Kagome!’ she called to herself, ‘Why would the math god notice the silly schoolgirl?!’ Her frustration with herself lead her to grip the chalk tightly as she directed her anger at the equation in front of her and wrote down to the bottom of the board.
Taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm from Kagome, he took a step back to assess her work. However, her bent figure distracted him as her green skirt rode perilously high on her thighs. ‘I never realized how grateful I was for skirts...short, green skirts...’ He admired the slender shape of her calves and slowly followed the smooth, pale skin up as it disappeared beneath the dark fabric. He entertained the temptation to lean over himself so he could have better view, but the slight jiggle of her butt blanked his mind of all rational thought and made his mouth go dry.
“There!” With a flourish, she threw the stick of chalk down and spun around. Her skirt momentarily floated up in the air as she moved, bearing even more skin. He tore his gaze away to look in her eyes and try to comprehend what she had said. There was chalk on her cheek and she was smiling at him. He needed a drink of water. Cold water.
“Keh.” He complimented himself on the fast recovery. The word could be interpreted to mean anything and be used in any situation. He looked over her extensive work on the board with a sinking feeling.
“That’s not even close to being right! Weren’t you even paying attention?” He barked. Her smile disappeared and her whole body drooped. InuYasha mentally cringed. He never meant to be so harsh towards her, but he didn’t want the other students to suspect he favored Kagome in any way. He was her teacher and he couldn’t continue to have such inappropriate thoughts about a student. 'I'm spending too much time with that lech Miroku.'
‘That jerk!’ Kagome returned to her seat miserably. ‘Oh yeah, he’d definitely be interested in an idiot like me...”
InuYasha’s guilt intensified as he watched Kagome for the rest of class. She normally exuded cheerfulness, but she sat slouched in the desk unwilling to look up at him. ‘Why was I such an asshole?! It’s not her fault I can’t control myself any better than a pup in heat!’ He fought to keep his face in a semblance of its usual expression, but as his thoughts strayed to Kagome, he inevitably scowled and looked her way. Her thick, wavy hair hid her face from view, and for the first time, he cursed the tresses that he often fantasized about.
“Class dismissed.” He quickly began throwing homework assignments and lecture notes into his briefcase as students filed out of the classroom.
“Professor...” the unsure voice trailed off weakly. He risked looking up enough to ascertain that someone wearing a green skirt with a soft voice was standing directly in front of his desk.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own anything related to InuYasha except for some illegally downloaded episodes and movies, although I guess I technically don’t own that either! ;)
Chapter 1
Kagome lazily propped her chin up on one fist while the other firmly grasped a pen and scribbled down random parts of the lecture. She focused her eyes on the man in front of her and attempted to stifle a yawn. She failed. The teacher’s eyes narrowed in her direction, though he continued his presentation uninterrupted. A blush riding high on her cheeks, Kagome dutifully sat up straighter and returned to her notes with renewed vigor.
‘Who makes a math class an hour and a half? That’s 90 minutes of my life wasted ... that’s...’ taking a moment to punch some numbers into her calculator, ‘that’s 5,400 seconds!’ More furious typing into the gigantic calculator, ‘That’s ... that’s ...well that can’t be right...’ She stared down at the calculator screen more than a little bemused. ‘I wonder what all those symbols mean.’ Belatedly realizing why she was in the math class in the first place, she looked around guiltily to see that her teacher was slightly glaring at her. ‘Guess I lost my chance to play Tetris on this thing.’ With a little sigh, she pushed the calculator away and tried to focus on the professor at the front of the class again. Not that the sight that met her was unpleasant, it was her favorite part of the day to gaze upon the young math professor. ‘Well not young,’ her mind supplied as she blushed, but compared to the mathematics geezers tottering around that department, even a thirty-year old looked fresh. Kagome would have rather propped her chin back up and daydream about the hunk of male flesh that caused many a female student to sigh, but math was her worst subject, and she desperately needed to do well in this class. With a determined glint in her eyes and squared shoulders, she tried to tackle the problem on the board.
InuYasha fought to suppress a grin. Kagome Higurashi alternately fidgeted, blushed, or studiously took down notes, only to repeat the cycle all over. He knew his classes weren’t the most exciting on campus, but couldn’t the girl give him a break? It’s not like he wanted to teach intro math courses to a bunch of simpering college girls. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when one particular student batted her eyes at him while simultaneously flipping her hair. He often wondered how females learned to do such tricks. Yura of the hair, as he had nicknamed her, spent more time brushing her hair than solving the assigned math problems. Though he was used to his students blatantly thowing themselves at him, some for grades and others for the fuzzy dog ears he sported on top of his head, he was always annoyed by their antics. Kagome was biting her lip in serious contemplation, and he was hard pressed not to stare as she worried her lip until it was swollen and pink. ‘Looks like she’s just been kissed...’ With a vicious mental shake of the head and a muttered, “Keh,” he cleared his throat to get the class’ attention.
“Who would like to write the answer on the board?” He knew it sounded childish, so his customary scowl was firmly in place as he glared around at his students.
‘Not me not me not me not me...’ was the constant mantra in Kagome’s head as she fixed her gaze firmly on the ground between her feet and tried to become invisible. On top of her limited abilities in math, she hadn’t paid attention most of the class and therefore had gotten little beyond writing the problem down in her notebook. She made the mistake of glancing up and meeting her teacher’s eye.
“Higurashi.”
Her heart stopped beating for a brief moment as she approached the front of the room. ‘Why does he always seem to be looking at me?’ she thought meanly to herself. But the idea that he might be more interested in her than the rest of the students caused her to blush madly and glance quickly at Professor Takahashi.
‘Why is the stupid girl so embarrassed? It’s just a damn problem on the board!’ InuYasha growled quietly to himself as the scent of her nervousness wafted to him across the room.
When Kagome saw the scowl on his face, she brought herself back to reality and the impending doom on the chalkboard. ‘Earth to Kagome!’ she called to herself, ‘Why would the math god notice the silly schoolgirl?!’ Her frustration with herself lead her to grip the chalk tightly as she directed her anger at the equation in front of her and wrote down to the bottom of the board.
Taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm from Kagome, he took a step back to assess her work. However, her bent figure distracted him as her green skirt rode perilously high on her thighs. ‘I never realized how grateful I was for skirts...short, green skirts...’ He admired the slender shape of her calves and slowly followed the smooth, pale skin up as it disappeared beneath the dark fabric. He entertained the temptation to lean over himself so he could have better view, but the slight jiggle of her butt blanked his mind of all rational thought and made his mouth go dry.
“There!” With a flourish, she threw the stick of chalk down and spun around. Her skirt momentarily floated up in the air as she moved, bearing even more skin. He tore his gaze away to look in her eyes and try to comprehend what she had said. There was chalk on her cheek and she was smiling at him. He needed a drink of water. Cold water.
“Keh.” He complimented himself on the fast recovery. The word could be interpreted to mean anything and be used in any situation. He looked over her extensive work on the board with a sinking feeling.
“That’s not even close to being right! Weren’t you even paying attention?” He barked. Her smile disappeared and her whole body drooped. InuYasha mentally cringed. He never meant to be so harsh towards her, but he didn’t want the other students to suspect he favored Kagome in any way. He was her teacher and he couldn’t continue to have such inappropriate thoughts about a student. 'I'm spending too much time with that lech Miroku.'
‘That jerk!’ Kagome returned to her seat miserably. ‘Oh yeah, he’d definitely be interested in an idiot like me...”
InuYasha’s guilt intensified as he watched Kagome for the rest of class. She normally exuded cheerfulness, but she sat slouched in the desk unwilling to look up at him. ‘Why was I such an asshole?! It’s not her fault I can’t control myself any better than a pup in heat!’ He fought to keep his face in a semblance of its usual expression, but as his thoughts strayed to Kagome, he inevitably scowled and looked her way. Her thick, wavy hair hid her face from view, and for the first time, he cursed the tresses that he often fantasized about.
“Class dismissed.” He quickly began throwing homework assignments and lecture notes into his briefcase as students filed out of the classroom.
“Professor...” the unsure voice trailed off weakly. He risked looking up enough to ascertain that someone wearing a green skirt with a soft voice was standing directly in front of his desk.