Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ The School Bag ❯ The School Bag ( Chapter 1 )
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By: hawker_748 
Touji discovers that the class rep is more than she appears...
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.10.2007 | Pages: 6 | Words: 11.0K | Visits: 4.8K | Status: Completed
Touji discovers that the class rep is more than she appears...
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.10.2007 | Pages: 6 | Words: 11.0K | Visits: 4.8K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don’t own Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gainax does. I have no money. Don’t bother suing me…
Lemon Content Warning. This fic contains sexual themes and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.
By hawker_748
Neon Genesis Evangelion:
The School Bag
The weather in Tokyo-3 was usually nice, but some days were better than others. On this day, it was as if every possible sign or cliché of a beautiful day had decided to manifest itself. The sky was a gorgeous azure blue, with only faint wisps of white cirrus clouds serving to contrast the otherwise clear horizon. Songbirds could be heard chirping their contentment with the world, and even the flowers had bloomed recently, their light aroma giving the air a fresh quality.
All in all, it was a beautiful day to be outside.
Unfortunately for Touji Suzuhara, he was in his homeroom class, and he wouldn’t be finished with it for another two long, tortuous hours. His teacher had launched into yet another lecture about what life had been like before the cataclysm known as Second Impact, and his droning monotone was making it hard for Touji to keep his eyes open. While the concept of what life had been like before half the population of earth had been put to the sword on that horrible day, and the chaos that had followed it were fascinating, but the teacher made it sound as dull as a butter knife.
‘I wanna go shoot some hoops… or something…’ Touji thought to himself. ‘This is so BORING, and I can’t even chat with anyone…’ The three Evangelion pilots, Rei Ayanami, Asuka Langly Soryu, who was Touji’s greatest adversary, and Shinji Ikari, his closest friend, were absent, undergoing synch-tests at NERV. Touji’s other friend, Kensuke Aida, was currently surfing online, too busy doing his best hacker impression to respond to any chat requests.
‘Least Shinji doesn’t have to go through this, even though he’s probably in his entry plug right now…’ Touji remembered the time he and Kensuke had been forced to join Shinji in there, and if he never saw the inside of that tube again it would be too soon. ‘Still, he gets more time with that Major Katsuragi babe. He works with her, he LIVES with her, how lucky can one guy be?’ Shinji had told him that Misato was a total slob, and that he had to look after the apartment almost single-handedly, but Touji figured that was just him trying to downplay it. ’Maybe he isn’t all lucky, he’s also living with the Red Menace…’
Touji took another look at the clock; less than two minutes had passed since the last time he’d glanced at it, but it had felt far longer. Letting out a sigh, he rested his chin on his hand and stared out the window, much like he’d seen Rei do countless times. The view out the window was kinda nice, and although nothing was really happening that he could see, it was still better than trying to follow the interminable lecture. ‘Maybe Rei had the right idea all along. It’s still dull, but it doesn’t feel as dull…’
Watching a squirrel rummaging under a tree, most likely looking for food, Touji felt his eyelids start to get heavy, and he forced them open, but the constant droning of the teacher, the warm weather, and the lack of any other stimulation made it hard for him to stay awake. Holding up his head with his arm, Touji felt himself start to doze, his half-hearted attempt to fight off slumber ineffective.
Touji lifted his head with an abrupt start. blinking to clear away the sand in his eyes. ‘What the-? It’s getting dark outside… I musta dozed off,’ Touji realized. He glanced at the clock. “A quarter to nine?!” he squeaked. “I gotta get home! Why didn’t anyone wake me up?” He grabbed his bag and was getting ready to sprint out of the class when a gentle voice froze him to the spot.
“I was wondering how long you were going to stay like that, sleepy-head…”
Touji looked up and saw the source of that comment lounging against the wall, arms crossed under her remarkably full breasts, a mischievous smile on her face, as the setting sun played of the natural highlights in her purple hair. Misato Katsuragi gave a soft chuckle as she stood up straight and started walking towards Touji. “Growing boys are supposed to need their sleep, but I never figured you of all people would sleep past the dismissal bell…”
“M-Misato…” Touji managed to force out. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“Looking for you, actually…”
Touji felt his heart skip a beat. “Me…?”
“Yeah, you…” she confirmed. “You look surprised… I‘d suggest closing your mouth, or the flies will get in.”
“I-I am…”
“Hikari said you’d be here, and I figured she’d know… Looks like she was right.”
Touji could hear himself blink. “Hikari? S-she told you where to find me?”
“Yes, she did. How else could I pick you up for the little celebration at my apartment?”
“What celebration?”
Misato looked like she wanted to slap herself on the forehead. “What was I thinking, you didn’t know… Shinji managed to beat Asuka’s synch-ratio, and I’d thought we should have a little party to celebrate…”
“He beat devil girl?”
Misato gave him a smirk. “Yeah, he did. But if you ever want to see children, I’d suggest never calling Asuka that to her face…”
Touji felt a grin breaking out on his face, as he imagined the needling he’d be able to give the flame haired German girl over this. She seemed to live for piloting, and the fact that it was his buddy Shinji who had beaten her, made it all the sweeter. “Lemme get my bag…” he told Misato.
“There’s no need to rush Touji-kun,” Misato replied. When he looked up, Touji was a little surprised to see the Major with an unsure look on her face. “That-that isn’t the only reason I was looking for you…”
“Oh? What do you mean?”
Misato looked at him for a second, then shook her head, and Touji was sure that he could hear her muttering something about young jocks needing everything explained to them. “I did come to pick you up, but I didn’t want anyone else to come with me…” she clarified.
The clarification did nothing to help Touji. “Why not? It would have been easier to find me that way…”
Misato let out an exasperated breath, and looked Touji right in his eyes. “Because I wanted a chance to be with you. Just you. ALONE. Is that clear enough, or do I have to pull out the sock puppets?”
For a few seconds, there was absolutely no sound in the nearly empty classroom, except for the faint breathing of the two people. After swallowing a few times to try to moisten his suddenly arid mouth, Touji managed to gather his wits enough to force himself to reply. “A-alone? W-with me…? You-you don’t mean… Y-you c-can’t mean…”
“Yes Touji-kun,” Misato spoke softly to him, running her right finger slowly down the length of his nose. “That’s exactly what I mean…”
Touji felt himself give a sick chuckle. “You can’t be s-serious… How-how much did Kensuke, or the devil pay you to-to do this? Or-or did the devil just threaten to step on your car…?”
The smile Misato gave took Touji’s breath away. She moved forward until her lips were less than an inch from his right ear, and she whispered throatily, her warm breath making him shudder. “I am serious Touji-kun… This isn’t a joke…”
“W-why…?” Touji heard himself ask, even as his baser emotions were chastising him for asking stupid questions.
“Why not?” Misato inquired back. “Don’t you think that I could find you attractive? Intriguing? Sexy?” Her last comment was punctuated with her running the tip of her tongue along the edge of his ear, making Touji moan out loud, and his heart rate went through the roof.
“N-not really…” Touji breathed unsteadily. “I-I’m just a kid…”
Misato brought her head back and looked deep into his eyes, and Touji felt like he could drown in those bottomless chocolate pools. “Your friend Kensuke is a child. Even Shinji’s a bit of a child, but he’s had to grow up too fast,” Misato told him, a faint touch of regret in her voice. “But you Touji, you’re a young man… I’ve noticed how you look at me, and there’s nothing childish about that…”
Touji blanched. “I-I didn’t mean to stare at you, I-I-”
“Touji-kun?”
“…yes Misato…?” He let out a involuntary moan when Misato caressed his right cheek with the fingers of her right hand.
“You know how there are times when it’s best to just shut up?”
“Yeah?”
“This is one of them…” Bringing her head forward, Misato pressed her lips gently against Touji’s, letting him taste her lipstick, the smell of her lavender perfume flooding his nostrils.
For a few seconds, Touji was unable to react, the sheer improbability of what was happening short circuiting his mind. Finally, after he was able to reboot his higher reasoning, he slipped his arms around Misato’s waist, pulling her close to him, and opening his lips to allow the tongue to enter his mouth. He found that contrary to what he’d expected, Misato didn’t taste like beer, and that she had an almost floral quality to her, that was emphasized by her perfume and shampoo. Feeling a little emboldened, he let his right arm slide down until it was resting lightly on her heart shaped rear, giving it a gentle squeeze, and unconsciously holding his breath in case she suddenly changed her mind.
When Misato moaned softly into his mouth, Touji wanted to jump for joy, but he settled for trying to press himself as tight against her as he could, savoring the feel of her supermodel grade body crushed against his own. Breaking the kiss only so he could take in a breath of badly needed oxygen, Touji groaned when Misato kissed the side of his neck, her breath making goose bumps rise all over him.
“You’re such a strong young man Touji,” she whispered huskily. “You’re unlike any man I know… So commanding, so confident… I’ll do anything you want me to…”
“You-you really mean it?” Touji stammered, disbelief and excitement making his voice sound far shakier than he liked.
“Yes!” Misato replied impatiently, before she resumed kissing him, reaching behind Touji and grabbing his ass and pulling the bulge in his track suit against herself. “Please Touji… What do you want me to do…?
Nervously wetting his lips, and willing the tremor to stay out of his voice, Touji said the first thing that came to mind. “T-take off your jacket. Slowly…”
“Of course, Touji-kun…”
Mesmerized, Touji watched with barely restrained delight as Misato slowly slinked out of her flight jacket, moving to music that only she could hear, then draping the garment over Touji’s shoulders, allowing her breasts to come tantalizingly close to his face.
A distant part of Touji’s mind noticed that the garment DID smell like beer…
“Your uniform now…” Touji directed, and he was treated to the amazing sight of Misato slowly, sensually removing her NERV outfit, more and more of her skin coming into view. By now Touji’s erection was at the point of being painful, and he was contemplating all the different ways he could have Misato help him with it.
“What’s next Touji-kun?” Misato asked him breathlessly, a eager and hungry look in her eyes.
Touji was sure that his eyes looked the same, as he gazed greedily over the large covered mounds of Misato’s breasts, her areolas barely visible, and the faint purple triangle that was visible through her filmy panties. “Now your bra… Wait!” Touji countered himself. “Let-let me take it off…”
“It clasps in the front Touji-kun…” Misato told him, running the tip of her tongue across her lips as she slowly pushed her chest towards him.
After trying to discretely wipe his clammy hands on his t-shirt, Touji lifted his arms slowly, almost reverently, and using every once of will that he had, forced his hands to remain steady as his fingers brushed against the clasp, prompting Misato to let out another pleased moan. With an ease that surprised him, Touji managed to get the bra undone, and he slowly started to open it, feeling his breathing get more ragged as Misato’s breast came into full view. ‘I-I can almost see her nipples!’ He thought deliriously. ‘Just a second or two more and-’
“SUZUHARA!”
The sheer decibel level of that shout nearly knocked Touji out of his desk, and he snapped awake with a yelp, his head jerking up in surprise. Already disoriented, this sudden movement made him lose his balance, tumbling out of his chair with a squawk, his shoulder hitting the floor with a force that made him wince. The laughter of his classmates rang in his ears as he shook his head to clear it, looking up to see not the purple haired woman of his dreams, but the freckled, pig-tailed visage of the class representative, Hikari Horaki.
Hikari could be kind of cute when she wanted to be, but when she was upset she was a little scary. And judging by the look on her face, Touji could see that she’d left upset behind some time ago, and was well into the territory of ‘pissed-off.’ Swallowing to moisten his suddenly dry mouth, Touji forced out, “I-is something wrong class rep?”
Hikari’s left eyebrow began to twitch. “You were sleeping in class…”
“No I wasn’t,” Touji denied indignantly, knowing full well that he was doomed, but preferring to at least go down swinging. “I was just resting, that’s all…” He was hunched over on the floor, and since his dream had resulted in an intense erection, he was grateful that it was concealed.
“You were snoring, giggling, and drooling all over your desk, Suzuhara, don’t try to deny it.” Hikari’s eyes flashed over to Kensuke. “Your friend Aida got it all on film…”
Touji threw his friend a glare, and Kensuke gave him a guilty, shameful look in reply, as if trying to say that it wasn’t his idea. With the little bit of dignity he had left, Touji carefully got back to his feet, making sure that his excitement wasn’t apparent, and sat back in his desk. “I’m sorry class rep, it-it won’t happen again.”
“I’m sure it won’t,” Hikari replied with a thin, feral smile. “Just to make sure of that, you’re going to have to clean the classroom after school for the next two weeks by yourself.”
Touji paled. “But-but that’ll take hours… I was going to visit my sister…”
Hikari’s eyes widened at that, and her expression softened. After a moment, she softly said, “Touji…”
“Yes…?”
“You are so full of it… Asuka told me that you usually go over there after school to ogle Misato…”
Touji began to silently curse the German-Japanese girl who was the bane of his existence. A soft beep from his computer made him glance at the screen for a moment, and he could see that Kensuke had sent him a one word message that read, ‘BUSTED!’ Flashing his friend another withering glare, Touji slumped down in his desk, resigned to his fate. He forced himself to stay awake, despite the continued droning of the lecture, determined to not give Hikari any more ammunition to use against him. As he tried to pay attention to the lecture, one thought prevailed. ‘Why couldn’t she have just let me sleep?’
Mercifully, the school day came to an end two hours later, but for Touji, his torment was just beginning. After the regularly scheduled students thanked him for taking over their cleaning duties, and unsuccessfully attempting to shanghai Kensuke into helping him, Touji stood alone in the class, a mop and bucket at his feet, a broom resting against a desk, and a basket of cleaners and rags on top of the desk. He stared at the class sullenly, hoping that looking at it would make the dirt go away on its own. After a few minutes, he reluctantly picked up a rag and a bottle of window cleaner, going over to the windows, spraying them, and then wiping them down with the rag, trying not to notice everyone else walking home, finished for the day. He worked as quickly as he could, but he knew that he’d be working in the class till nearly six o’clock.
Once the windows were finished, he cleaned off the blackboard, then moved the desks around and swept the floor, making sure that he did a thorough job; he was absolutely sure that if he tried passing off a half-assed effort, Hikari would simply double the length of his punishment. Once he’d finished sweeping, Touji began to wipe down all of the desks, making sure that the class rep’s was especially clean, for he wouldn’t be surprised if she put on a white glove the next day to check it. After finally finishing cleaning all the desks, Touji let out a relieved sigh; all that was left was the garbage and mopping the floor. He tossed the trash and began the last task, wetting down the floor and then drying it, making sure that he didn’t rush this step. It wouldn’t do to cut corners now, since it’d be obvious if he tried.
Finally finished, Touji looked up at the clock and was dismayed to see that it was a quarter to six. He let out a few choice obscenities, directed at himself, Kensuke, the class rep, and Asuka just on principle. He wondered how he was going to have time to do his homework as he reached for the light switch, when something caught his eye. A school bag was hanging on a desk, and it took him a moment to realize that it was Hikari’s. While part of him was telling him to just go home, he couldn’t keep himself from walking over to it, and after making sure that no one was looking, opening it.
‘Maybe she just didn’t need to take it home?’ Touji wondered, before his eyes fell upon a mathematics worksheet. This worksheet was due the following day, and Hikari’s was blank. “Whaddya know… The class rep puts things off till the last moment too…” he murmured. This worksheet was worth a full twenty-five percent of the course, and if she didn’t finish it, it would really be a big hit on Hikari’s final grade.
For a few moments, Touji found himself debating just putting the bag back where he’d found it, and letting the class rep deal with the consequences in the morning. But he realized that even though she’d lowered the boom onto him, he couldn’t bring himself to do something that mean-spirited. ‘Besides, if I bring it to her, maybe she’ll cut me a little slack,’ he reasoned. ‘Good thing dad’s working late this week, so he won’t be waiting up for me…’ With this thought running through his head, Touji picked up the bag, turned off the lights, and finally walked out of the school.
Once Touji had boarded the train that would take him close to Hikari’s apartment, he found a few scenarios playing themselves out in his head. An image of him making Hikari get down on her knees and beg him to return her bag ran through his head in Technicolor, but he discarded this as quickly as it had popped up. ‘That dream’s making my think stupidly… Her dad’ll probably be there, and if I tried that, he’d kick my ass… Or more likely, her big sister would. All I’d really like is for her to give a bit of a break on the cleaning punishment…’
A half hour later, Touji was standing in front of the Horaki front door, idly wondering why he’d been standing there for over a minute without knocking. ‘No need to be nervous right? I’m just dropping this off… If her dad or sister answers, I-I’ll give it to them and leave… I’ll tell Hikari about it tomorrow..’ He let out a deep breath. ‘Just relax and knock. No big deal, just pretend it’s Kensuke’s place…’
Mentally steeling himself, Touji rapped on the door and waited. He heard the sound of movement from inside, and moments later the door opened, Hikari Horaki looking at him curiously. “Suzuhara? What are you doing here?”
“H-hello class rep… H-how are you?” Touji stammered nervously, wondering if her father was lurking behind her.
Hikari’s brow furrowed. “I’m fine. What’s this about? I was just about to make dinner…”
“Y-your dad okay too?”
“He’s not here,” Hikari replied evenly. “What are you doing here?”
“Y-you’re alone?” Touji asked in surprise.
“Yes Touji, I’m alone…” Hikari admitted. “Can you make this fast, I’ve got to start dinner…”
Touji brought Hikari’s book bag out from behind his back. “You-you forgot this…”
Hikari stared at the satchel uncomprehendingly for a moment, before she looked back inside for a second, then looked back at Touji, relief evident in her eyes. “T-thank you Touji… I can’t believe I forgot that… You’re a lifesaver…” She held out her hand in anticipation of getting her bag back.
Remembering who was responsible for his punishment, Touji made an impulsive decision to have a little fun at the expense of the class rep first. With a confidence that was only skin deep, he mused, “Maybe I shouldn’t just give it to you…”
Hikari looked at him blankly. “Excuse me?”
“Why don’t I make you beg me for it?” Touji clarified, an amused smirk twisting his lips.
Hikari’s reaction was not at all what he expected…
Hikari’s eyes widened momentarily in surprise, but then they narrowed dangerously, and an absolutely unemotional look came over her. “Give. Me. My. Bag…” she told him, in a soft, menacing voice.
“Class rep?” Touji blurted, surprised at the sudden change in her demeanor.
“My bag. Give it to me. Now…” The words were spoken barely over a whisper, but they were more frightening to Touji than any of Asuka’s loudest bellows. The cold look Hikari was giving him cut into him like laser, and as he lifted his arm to hand her bag over to her, he realized that his hand was trembling. When the satchel was all but snatched from his grip, Touji opened his mouth to mumble some clumsy apologies and goodbyes before he high-tailed it out of there, honestly shaken by the way Hikari was acting, but another look from her made all the words die on his lips.
Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Touji took a step back, trying not to think of his shameful withdrawal as the full-on retreat it was, but Hikari’s next words rooted him to the spot. “Don’t move,” she ordered, in that same chillingly calm voice. “Where do you think YOU’RE going? Well, answer me…” she pressed after he went a few seconds without replying.
“I-I-I gotta get h-home…” Touji stammered nervously, trying not to meet Hikari’s gaze. “I-it’s late… I-I-I got some things to do…” His ‘fight-or-flight’ instincts were screaming at him to get the Hell out of there, but Hikari was radiating an aura of tangible menace, and Touji couldn’t get his legs to work, so he had to stand there, idly wishing that he’d just left Hikari’s bag where he’d found it.
Hikari’s gaze bored into Touji for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only thirty seconds, before she gestured with her head. “Get in here…”
“P-pardon me?” Touji squeaked faintly.
“I said get in here. Don’t make me tell you a third time…” Hikari warned.
With a newfound understanding of a man on his way to the gallows, Touji numbly stepped forward, entering Hikari’s apartment, his cultural training the only reason he took his shoes off at the door, before he silently followed her to the kitchen. He vaguely noticed that it was immaculately clean, but he was more preoccupied with wondering what exactly he’d gotten himself into. When Hikari stopped in the kitchen, Touji did the same, trying to think of a way to apologize for his stupid idea and leave. All he wanted was to go home, and if she’d accept his repentance, he’d make sure he never did anything to upset her ever again. “H-Hikari, I’m sorr-OW!”
As soon as Touji had started to speak, Hikari had seized a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter, and then she’d struck him across the knuckles of his right hand. “Be quiet!” she barked. “Didn’t you learn to speak only when spoken to?”
Flexing his stinging hand, and frightened by the casual ease with which Hikari had rebuked him, Touji could only make himself nod in reply.
“Good,” Hikari replied, her voice still as chilly as a glacier. Despite its low volume, it had a hard edge of command to it, and Touji realized that it was like the way she gave out orders as the class representative, only with an intensity far beyond what she showed in school. Hikari began to walk around him in a slow circle, giving him a thorough once over, and making him feel like a private who’d been caught AWOL in a whorehouse being inspected by a general. Hikari used her wooden spoon like a swagger stick, poking him in the chest, telling him to, “Stand straight, don’t slouch…” She prodded his stomach, “Suck in that gut,” as she went behind him, and forced his head forward when he tried to turn his head to watch her. “Eyes front, Suzuhara…”
Touji stood in a close approximation of at attention, like he’d seen in the movies, as Hikari circled him like a hungry tigershark. ‘Wh-what’s she doing?’ Touji wondered. ‘I thought Kensuke had the military fetish, not Hikari…’ Pushing all disturbing thought out of his head, Touji simply tried to do nothing to further antagonize the class rep, hoping that when she was done with her pseudo inspection, she’d reprimand him and let him go. He kept his eyes forward even as Hikari finished giving him a once over and stood next to him, violating his personal space, and giving him a hard look.
“Suzuhara…”
“Y-yes Hikari?” Touji replied. This earned him a sharp smack to his left cheek with the wooden spoon.
“That’s ‘class rep,’ Suzuhara…” Hikari hissed.
“S-sorry class rep,” Touji breathed, trying to ignore how his cheek was stinging. He knew that if he wanted to, he could pick Hikari up and probably throw her across the room, but the idea of using force, or even resisting her, never entered his mind.
“You think you’re tough, Suzuhara?” Hikari pressed.
Touji paled a little, and wondered if he’d accidentally given voice to his thoughts. “N-no class rep…”
The spoon stung him again, this time on the other cheek. “You’re lying. Be honest,” Hikari directed. “You’re big, you play basketball, you think you’re tough, right?”
Touji didn’t trust his voice, so all he could do was make himself nod.
“Show me…”
“H-huh?”
“Show me,” Hikari repeated. “Take off your jacket.”
Touji was only able to look at her uncomprehendingly, and he felt a cold ball appear in the pit of his stomach when she narrowed her eyes at him.
“Are you going to make me repeat everything I say? Take off your jacket Suzuhara… Now!”
Touji realized that he was unzipping the top of his jacket without consciously thinking about it. ‘I-it’s no big deal, right? It’s just my jacket, and I’ve got a shirt on under it, so there’s no problem… Probably should have taken it off anyway, it’s kinda warm to wear it inside…’ Sliding it off of his arms, Touji hung it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, then looked forward again, not wanting Hikari to whack him again with her wooden spoon.
Once again, Hikari walked in a slow circle around Touji, scrutinizing his shirt clad torso, her path taking her closer to him until she was right behind him, easily violating his personal space. “Flex, Suzuhara,” she breathed into his ear. “Show me what you’ve got to be proud of…”
His head spinning at the surreal ness of the moment, and the hard edge of command in the soft whisper made Touji flex his right arm, displaying his bicep. ‘She-she asked, right? I-I’m not doing this because I want to, I just wanna go home! Besides, she only wants to see my muscles, right? Didn’t think she was into that type of thing, but who knows?’ Deep down, Touji was proud of the shape he was in, and he secretly relished the opportunity to be able to show off a bit, and to a girl as well. Showing off in the locker room made him look odd, and it wasn’t like he could just pose anytime.
“Both arms now…”
Not needing much encouragement, Touji brought up his left arm in an identical pose, remembering what he’d seen in body-builder magazines. He curled his arms in front of him, allowing other muscles to stand out, before flexing them besides his head again. Touji was proudest of his biceps, and since that was what most guys used to show strength, he decided to display them the most. He kept his eyes forward the entire time, and as a result he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Hikari’s cool, slender fingers brush lightly against his right bicep. “H-Hikari… Wha-”
“Class rep!” she practically snarled, punctuating her outburst with another smack from her wooden spoon. “Call me class rep, and speak only when spoken to…”
“Y-yes class rep…” Touji replied meekly, lowering his arms.
Another stinging rebuke from the spoon. “And who said you could stop?”
“S-sorry class rep…” Touji stammered, bringing his arms back up. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ Touji asked himself. ‘This is crazy, I should just leave…’ He let out a shaky breath when he felt Hikari’s soft fingertips running along his arms, delicately exploring every curve and angle. ‘Okay… That’s kind of nice, but I don’t like getting belted with that spoon. Class rep’s always been kinda bossy, but I didn’t think she could be that mean. But if that bothers me so much, why don’t I just leave? She couldn’t really stop me if I wanted to do something, could she?’ Touji tried not to dwell on what he was thinking as he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensation of the class rep effectively feeling him up.
“Take off your shirt Suzuhara.” Hikari’s voice was still as cold as liquid nitrogen.
“Huh?” Touji replied wittily. He flinched when Hikari painfully swatted both his biceps.
“Your shirt. Off. Now,” Hikari commanded.
For a second or two Touji hesitated, not sure if he was willing to let things continue to play out, but when he sensed Hikari lifting that damned spoon of hers again, he hurriedly pulled the garment over his head. ‘It-it’s still no big deal, right?’ he tried to reassure himself. ‘We’ve both had swim class, she’s seen me without a shirt before…’ Placing the shirt over the same chair as the jacket, Touji waited to see what Hikari would do next.
He didn’t have long to wait. “Keep flexing Suzuhara,” Hikari directed him.
Now feeling rather self conscious, Touji resumed posing, and he could tell that he had a drop or two of perspiration on his forehead, despite the air conditioning in the apartment. When Hikari slowly sauntered in front of him, he couldn’t meet her eyes as he concentrated on an electrical outlet over the counter so his eyes wouldn’t flick wildly. ‘Th-this isn’t right, I-I really need to go…’ But he couldn’t bring himself to get dressed and leave, the iron tone of command in Hikari’s voice short circuiting his will.
Hikari was now scarcely inches away from him, much too close for comfort for Touji, and he started to tremble with nervousness, the ease with which Hikari had taken control of the situation upsetting to him. He defiantly refused to look down at her, even though she was so close that the top of her head filled his vision, the scent of her shampoo wafting up to his nostrils. He tried to find some center in his posing, the simple, repetitive motions requiring only the most basic of thinking, and trying to think about what was happening to him would be too distracting. But despite his most determined efforts to stay detached, to think of himself as only some sort of observer, Touji was instantly and irrevocably brought back to what was happening when Hikari lightly ran her now warm fingertips across his pectorals.
Touji let out a surprised gasp and flinched, lowering his arms in shock, resulting in Hikari using that spoon to smack his nipples, sending an intriguing mixture of pain and something more pleasant through his system. “I didn’t say you could stop!” Hikari hissed, her warm breath gently playing against Touji’s bare chest.
“I-I’m sorry class rep,” Touji responded timidly, as Hikari continued to feel him up. He bit his lip and tried to focus on something else, anything else, but the warmth of Hikari’s fingers traced scorching trails as they were slid across his exposed skin. Her touch was electric, and he could feel himself start to tremble with the first inklings of desire, despite his renewed efforts to try to let his mind concentrate on something else. Touji kept his eyes locked forward, trying to show some resistance to the almost overwhelming impulse to gaze down at Hikari as she explored his chest with her hands. A surge of panic tore through him when he realized that another part of his body was starting to react to her ministrations as well.
‘Oh no… If-if she sees that I’ve got a hard on… Who-who knows what she’ll do…?’ Touji thought in a frightened daze. He desperately tried to think of something that wouldn’t excite him, an image of an enraged Asuka coming to mind, when she’d decked him for after he’d exposed himself to her on the Over The Rainbow. He was barely able to stifle a moan when he felt Hikari’s warm breath on his chest, goose bumps rising on his skin, and he was despondent to realize that his erection would be painfully obvious. ‘M-maybe track pants and boxer shorts weren’t such a good idea…’
Touji felt his heart stop when he realized that Hikari was looking at him; more specifically, she was looking down, and he knew that he was pitching a tent in his track pants. Hikari’s fingers were slowly pulled away from his chest, and he might have let out a frustrated whine had he not been dreading her reaction to his body’s response. Keeping his eyes forward, Touji saw Hikari slowly back away until he could see her face again; it bore the same cold, clinical look, and he gave serious thought to just grabbing his clothing and bolting. ‘I won’t be able to go back to school again’ a detached portion of his mind noted. ‘I’ll never live this down once word gets out… God, why didn’t I just show a little spine?’
“Enjoying yourself Suzuhara?”
Hikari’s frosty tone nearly made him cringe. “N-no class rep…” he stammered weakly, desperately willing his erection to go away.
“You’re lying again, Suzuhara…” Hikari tonelessly replied. “Don’t you know any better than that? Were you raised in a barn?” The frown she was wearing was sharp enough to chip granite. “Take off your pants.”
Touji felt the room begin to spin. “C-class rep?” he rasped.
“I SAID, ‘Take off your pants,’ Suzuhara,” Hikari re-iterated. When Touji only started at her uncomprehendingly, frozen in shock, she added, “Now…”
Though Hikari hadn’t raised her voice at all, the command was spoken with such menace and veiled warning, that Touji found himself fumbling with the drawstring in his pants. ‘What the HELL are you doing?’ an impartial part of his psyche demanded, but the majority of him was too intimidated and frightened to pay too much attention to it. His hands were shaking so badly that it took him nearly a minute to undo the drawstring, and he slowly eased his pants down, feeling humiliated at being exposed like this, but finding himself completely powerless to go against Hikari’s wishes. Stepping out of his pants, and still unable to meet the class rep’s gaze directly, he stood before her clad only in his socks and boxer shorts, trying vainly to use his hands to shield himself.
“Hands at your sides Suzuhara,” Hikari told him, giving Touji a quick going over with her eyes. “Look at me,” she directed, and Touji found himself meeting her steely gaze. “Take off your shorts…”
“N-no!” Touji blurted out, some shreds of his self-respect finally showing. He shuddered involuntarily when Hikari narrowed her eyes at his rejection.
“You aren’t thinking of refusing me, are you?” Hikari breathed. “Take. Them. Off. Now. Suzuhara.”
Touji hesitated further, his modesty battling with the authoritative aura Hikari was generating, but when she began to twirl the wooden spoon threateningly, he closed his eyes and pushed down his boxers, feeling faint, and thinking that passing out would be the better option. Now virtually naked, Touji stared down at himself in shame, his stomach doing loops and trying to keep himself from throwing up and destroying the few tattered fragments of his remaining dignity. The silence in the kitchen was oppressive, and the only sound Touji could hear was his heart hammering in his chest. While he was thankful that Hikari hadn’t simply started laughing, he was still humiliated at being made to expose himself to the class rep like this. ‘I never thought she could be this vindictive,’ Touji mused miserably. ‘Never thought she’d do something like this to punish me…’
“Suzuhara…” Hikari’s voice sounded a fraction softer than it had been before. “Look at me…” she told him evenly.
‘Now what’s she got planned?’ Touji asked himself. He forced himself to raise his head, trying hard to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity, determined to not show her just how much he was cowed. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, attempting to summon some backbone, wishing that his erection wasn’t still standing at attention. Touji’s gaze finally fell upon Hikari, and while she wasn’t looking at him mockingly, or making disparaging remarks, in some ways that would have been easier for him to deal with. He couldn’t summon anger or outrage, two emotions that might have been able to spur him to resist Hikari’s will, and her near indifference stung him, making him idly speculate if she saw this as simply a way to relieve boredom.
Hikari started walking towards Touji, her expression never changing, until she’d yet again invaded his personal space. Touji hadn’t bothered to try to step back, knowing with absolute certainty that Hikari wouldn’t let him get away that easily. The two of them stood there in silence, Touji valiantly trying to keep himself from looking away from the intensity in Hikari’s eyes, when she suddenly reached out with her right hand and took hold of his erection, causing him to let out a terrified, high pitched yelp.
“H-Hikari… wh-what-what-Ahhh!” Touji cried out when the wooden spoon connected with his testicles without any delicacy.
“Class rep…” Hikari admonished him. “How many times must I tell you?”
“S-sorry class rep,” Touji apologized hurriedly, the stinging pain from his groin receding.
“You seem to like this,” Hikari told him matter-of-factly. “You’re still hard… Do you like it when I do this?” She punctuated her question by giving his erection a rough stroke.
Touji let out a slight moan. Hikari’s technique, for lack of a better word, was rather crude, but it had still sent an exited tingle up his spine.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Hikari remarked, slowly stoking Touji’s member.
Touji grit his teeth while Hikari continued with her clumsy hand job. His mind was in a daze as he wondered how he’d managed to get himself in this situation, torn between acute embarrassment over what had happened to him so far, and excitement as Hikari’s rough strokes began to edge him closer to his peak. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate only on what his body was experiencing.
“Open your eyes, Suzuhara,” Hikari directed him. “Look at me…”
Touji did as he was told and snapped his eyes open, finding Hikari watching him intently, the faintest hint of a smile on her face. He could feel the tension building up inside of him as he gradually approached his inevitable release, but he tried to adapt the same aloofness as Hikari, willing his face to not change its expression. Touji could feel his breathing starting to get shallower, and he bit his lips to keep from moaning out loud. The unmistakable organic sounds of Hikari jerking him off was the only sound that reached his ears, as she relentlessly kept pushing him towards the edge.
Touji lost all track of time as he was beaten off, and after untold minutes a muffled groan escaped his lips as he climaxed, and he felt himself fire off twice, the sounds of his semen landing on the linoleum of the kitchen floor clearly audible. Shuddering from the release, and gasping to get his wind back, Touji looked down and went white when he realized that not only had he ejaculated on the floor, but some of his seed was on Hikari’s hand as well. He braced himself for the aural explosion and the stinging rebuke of the wooden spoon. But to his surprise, Hikari merely released him and walked back to the counter, taking some paper towels and wiping her hand with them, then casually tossing the roll at Touji.
“Clean that up Suzuhara…” Hikari told him coldly. “Yourself too. That’s unhygienic…” She then strode out of the kitchen, leaving Touji alone with his task and his thoughts.
“What the hell just happened here?” Touji murmured, tearing off a paper towel and using it to wipe off his now flaccid member. Once he’d cleaned himself off as best he could, he tossed the soiled napkin in the trash and tore off some more and knelt down, wiping his seed off of the floor. ‘How the hell did I let this happen? Why didn’t I stand up for myself?’ He scrubbed furiously at the mess, not wanting leave any trace of his presence behind. ‘Last thing in the world I want is for someone to notice this…’
After a minute or so of frantic wiping, Touji was sure that he’d cleared away all of the evidence of his transgression. Letting out a relieved sigh, he eyed his clothes, planning to get dressed and just leave when Hikari reentered the kitchen. Touji couldn’t hold back a gasp when her saw her; Hikari was wearing a matching black lace bra and panties, with a garter belt and stockings. She’d had to have changed while he was cleaning up, as there was no way that she could have been wearing that under her school uniform. ‘That black bra woulda been obvious…’ Touji thought blankly. ‘Kensuke woulda noticed, hell, Shinji woulda noticed…’
“Enjoying the view, Suzuhara?”
Touji averted his eyes, not wanting Hikari to think that he was ogling her, but that outfit made not looking at her more difficult. Belatedly, Touji noticed that Hikari had undone her pigtails, and her hair now brushed against her shoulders. He started to push himself up to his feet, feeling uncomfortable at being on his knees before her.
“Don’t get up Suzuhara,” Hikari directed him. She slowly sashayed towards him, taking hold of a chair and placing it next to Touji. “I think you like what you see, Suzuhara,” she practically purred. “I think you want to see more, don’t you?”
“Y-yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… class rep… I-I want to see more…” Touji replied faintly.
“You liked having me jerk you off, didn’t you Suzuhara?”
“Yes, class rep.”
“Now you want to do something to me, don’t you Suzuhara?”
“Yes, class rep…” Touji murmured.
Hikari actually smiled at that, though the smile she wore wasn’t the warm, friendly one that she usually had at school. She placed her left leg on the chair next to Touji, giving him a better view of her smooth skin. Touji decided that calling Hikari’s undergarments ‘panties’ had been a mistake, as they could more accurately be called a ‘thong.’ They were black and sheer, and he was surprised to notice that it was obvious that Hikari knew her way around a razor.
After he did nothing but stare almost uncomprehendingly for nearly minute, Hikari lashed out with her spoon, striking him on the shoulders. “I don’t have to spell it out for you, do I Suzuhara?”
“N-no class rep…” Touji answered meekly. Licking his lips nervously, he slowly brought his head towards the junction of Hikari’s legs, running his eyes over her creamy skin, feeling himself start to tremble as he got closer. When he was scarcely inches away from her, he reached out with nearly nerveless fingers and lightly brushed the tips over the front of Hikari’s thong, hooking it with his fingertips and slowly pulling it aside. Hikari was absolutely hairless, and he took a moment to cast his eyes over her pale pink sex, before he tilted his head up, extended his tongue and ran the tip of it along the edge of her lips.
Hikari let out a low moan, bringing her hands to the back of Touji’s head and pulled him tight against her, grinding herself against his face, obviously wanting more. Touji had heard guys guess about what a woman might taste like, but he found that all the speculation was wrong; it wasn’t like honey, but it wasn’t the rotten flavor that he’d been worried about either. He couldn’t think of a way to describe it, but he was too busy at the moment to really care. Summoning his courage, and knowing that Hikari would probably hit him again if he hesitated, Touji eased his tongue between her lips, probing her depths as far as he could reach. It was awkward, him on his knees while Hikari was standing over him, with her left leg on the chair, but Touji used his free hand to grab her shapely rear to help support her.
Continuing to work his tongue around inside Hikari’s warm passage, Touji cast his eyes upward and saw that she had her eyes closed and her mouth open, her breath coming in pants, and a blush on her face. He paused in his efforts, fascinated by the look on the class reps face; Hikari opened her eyes and looked down at him. “I didn’t say you could stop Suzuhara…” she hissed, pulling Touji’s head even harder against her sex.
“S-sorry class rep,” Touji murmured, taking one of Hikari’s lips between his and sucking on it. Hikari moaned out loud and pushed herself against his face, clearly wanting him to keep it up. Remembering something he’d read in some magazines he’d hidden under his mattress, Touji gently sucked on one of Hikari’s lower lips, releasing it and then giving the other one the same attention, feeling a strange thrill run through him from the way Hikari reacted. He found that his enthusiasm was growing by the second as he once again slid his tongue into her warm wetness, his face and chin now covered by a thin film of her moisture. Hikari was panting shallowly now, letting out a series of soft cries as Touji relentlessly lapped inside of her.
Touji was having a difficult time keeping the two of them balanced, as he was perched unsteadily on his knees. It got even more awkward when Hikari lifted her leg off of the chair and rested it on his shoulder, resulting in Touji having to support most of Hikari’s body weight. It was erotic feeling so much of Hikari’s skin against him, combined with the silkiness of the stocking she had on, but there was a good chance he’d end up tipping the two of them over. Moving his hand to get a better hold of her shapely ass, Touji did his best to keep the two of them stable, as tumbling over would shatter the moment.
“Higher Suzuhara…” Hikari gasped out, moving herself to change how she was resting against his face. “A little bit higher… Unnhh! RIGHT THERE!” she hissed in between clenched teeth. “You keep licking me right there! Unnhhh… Suzuhara… Haanh… Don’t stop…” Hikari panted, roughly grinding her dripping sex against his face. Touji could see that she was gritting her teeth, and that her eyes were opened and unfocused. “L-lick me Suzuhara… Lick me-eeee… Aahhh!” Hikari threw her head back and cried out as she came, a torrent of wetness surging against Touji’s face as he continued to kiss and lick the class rep even as she shuddered above him, her fingers pulling at his hair so hard that she painfully yanked out a few strands of it.
When the waves of orgasm had finished washing over her, Hikari slumped down onto Touji, nearly knocking him over, but she used the chair to catch herself at the last moment, using it for support as she eased herself off of Touji’s face, taking a seat on the chair. She sat there for a few minutes, covered with sweat and breathing hard, completely ignoring Touji, who absently wiped at his face with the back of his hands. Eventually Hikari’s breathing slowed back down to normal, and she looked at Touji with lidded eyes, giving him an obvious once over, her eyes lingering on his renewed erection.
Touji watched as Hikari took a few seconds to regain her composure, the same cool look returning to her face as she stood up in front of him. He started to stand up when Hikari struck him on the head with the wooden spoon, which she’d grabbed back off of the kitchen table, and shook her head at him. Without a word, she pushed her panties down with her thumbs, causing Touji to realize that she’d put them on after the garter belt and stockings, letting them settle around her ankles before she stepped out of them. Hikari stared down at Touji imperiously for a few seconds, and then she lifted her right leg, placed her foot on Touji’s left shoulder and pushed, sending him sprawling with a surprised yelp. Before he had a chance to clear his head, Hikari was on top of him, straddling his waist and gripping his shoulder so tightly it made him wince.
Touji watched wide eyed as Hikari positioned herself over his now throbbing erection, letting out a faint moan when its head lightly brushed up against her, the warmth from even that minor contact indescribable. He was about to ask her if she wanted him to be careful or gentle, but his thoughts were rendered irrelevant when Hikari unhesitatingly lowered herself onto him, letting out a shuddering breath as she effortlessly impaled herself.
Touji let out a cry when he was enveloped in Hikari’s warm tightness; it felt as incredible as he’d heard it would, and he gasped when he felt Hikari grip at him as she stayed motionless, her eyes closed as she seemed to savor the sensation of Touji filling her up. She then tightened her grip on his shoulders, moved her legs to what looked to be a more comfortable position, and then she eased herself most of the way off Touji’s shaft. She then drove herself back down, sinking onto his erection, prompting Touji to cry out again. He lay there motionless, while Hikari rode him roughly, in total control, just like she’d been since he’d arrived with her school bag, which now seemed to have been an eternity ago.
At that moment, another thought barged its way into his mind. ‘She-she’s done this before!’ Touji realized. ‘She wasn’t a virgin! When-when did she…? And with who…?’ Before he had a chance to properly consider this new revelation, he felt Hikari’s warm vaginal walls start to clench at his throbbing shaft, driving such unimportant thoughts out of his head.
Watching Hikari frantically move up and down on his manhood excited Touji almost as much as the physical sensations it caused, and he started to buck his own hips up, trying to penetrate even deeper. He moved his hands to her waist and grabbed her, pulling her down even as he thrust himself up, his now sweaty back sticking a little on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. He was surprised when she abruptly stopped moving, and with strength that he never would have imagined in Hikari, she pried his hands off of her, held his wrists in a vice like grip, and pushed them back to the floor next to his head, effectively pinning him down. Touji struggled briefly, but ceased his attempts to break free when Hikari resumed sliding herself up and down on his shaft.
Touji gritted his teeth and concentrated, trying to prolong the experience, as he had an insightful flash that Hikari wouldn’t be pleased if he finished too early and left her high and dry, and that she’d make sure he was sorry if he did. Hikari’s ragged breathing reached his ears, and he could feel sweat dripping off of her onto his face and chest, and her dark hair was wreathing her face, which was twisted in an almost primal grimace. The feeling of her pussy gripping at his cock while she fucked him made him pant, and it was difficult for him to keep his focus. “H-Hikari…” he gasped out.
Hikari let go of his wrists and seized his shoulders with a grip so intense it made Touji cry out in pain. She effortlessly lifted his shoulders off of the floor, bringing her frenzied face inches from his own, her hair brushing up against his cheeks. “Class rep!” she snarled ferally. “Call me class rep!” She then shoved him back against the floor with such force that it momentarily knocked Touji senseless, even as Hikari continued to impale herself upon his manhood.
“C-class rep…” Touji breathed through clenched teeth, knowing that he was on the very brink of his endurance. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something, ANYTHING, to prolong the experience, desperately attempting to ignore Hikari’s increasingly intense groans and animalistic grunts. Feeling himself breathing hard through his teeth, Touji’s back arched and he let out a strangled cry as he felt himself fire off three thick spurts of his seed deep into Hikari’s waiting passage. He cried out again when Hikari raked her fingers across his chest, scraping bloody trails over it, letting out a guttural scream as she came, gripping Touji’s manhood tighter than ever.
For a few minutes, the two of them just stayed motionless, breathing hard, and letting their sweat evaporate in the cooling air, the fading sunlight from through the window casting long shadows in the kitchen. When Touji got his breathing under control he looked up at Hikari and saw her looking down at him with a smile, as she leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on his sweat slicked forehead. She stayed close to him, stroking his sweaty cheek with the back of her fingers of her right hand, looking deep into his eyes, as they both savored the afterglow.
But when she pushed herself back up, the same cold expression she’d worn before had returned. She stood up abruptly and walked over to the table, taking some paper towels to clean herself before she tossed the roll to Touji, who caught it by reflex. “You should clean up, get dressed and leave Suzuhara…” she told him.
“B-but… Class rep…” a startled Touji stammered in reply.
Hikari ignored Touji’s astonished ramblings and glanced at the clock on the wall. “My father will be home in about fifteen minutes,” she told him casually. “You want him to find you naked with his little girl?”
Touji paled and quickly wiped at himself with the paper towels, frantically trying to pull on his clothes at the same time.
“Don’t forget to wipe down the floor too,” Hikari reminded him as she walked out of the kitchen. “I’m going to shower, see yourself out when you’ve finished. And don’t forget about that math assignment that’s due tomorrow…”
Touji kept one eye on the clock and the other on what he was doing as he desperately tried to clean away all of the evidence of what had happened. Satisfied that he’d done all that he could, but wishing that he’d had a chance to bleach the floor, he pulled on his shirt and jacket, headed for the door, the sound of Hikari’s shower clearly audible, yanked on his shoes and left as quickly as he could. He used the fire stairs, not wanting to run into Mr. Horaki, letting out a relieved sigh only when he reached the street undetected and started walking towards the train station.
“What the FUCK just happened?” Touji murmured to himself. ‘How did she…? When did she…? Why did I…? How come I never stood up to class rep?’ Touji couldn’t even let himself think of her as ‘Hikari’ anymore. Overwhelmed by confusion, a numb Touji mechanically walked to the train station, feely rather itchy, and idly wondering if other people would smell him and know what he’d been up to. Resigning himself to not being able to answer his own questions, Touji boarded the train, making an active attempt to find an empty car, riding in silence, and making his way home, where he went straight for the shower.
Once clean, he started on his homework, desperate to have something else to think about besides what had happened, but after he’d finished and gotten ready for bed, he closed his eyes, vowing to himself that he’d confront the class rep the following day.
XXX
Upon reaching school the next morning, Touji discovered, to no real surprise, that confronting Hikari would be more difficult than he’d expected. The three Evangelion pilots were back in class, while Touji got dragged by Kensuke into a talk with Shinji about what these tests had been like. The Red Menace was also chatting amiably with Hikari, and watching them, Touji found himself wondering if Asuka was really the more fearsome of the two.
He was greatly relieved that Hikari apparently hadn’t told her friend anything about what had happened the previous night. If the German hothead had even the slightest inkling of what had happened, Touji was certain that she’d make sure that Touji knew that she knew.
But whenever he tried approaching Hikari between classes or at lunch, she kept giving him the brush off. She’d say she was busy, needed to be elsewhere, or some other excuse, or another student would approach the two of them, and Touji would break it off, not wanting another soul to hear what he wanted to say. When the end of the school day finally arrived, Touji asked Hikari to wait for a moment, and he was moderately surprised that she agreed, promising Asuka that she’d catch up with her outside.
“So Suzuhara…” Hikari remarked. “What do you want to talk about?”
Touji blinked in surprise. “Y-you’re kidding…”
Hikari’s eyes narrowed a little. “I don’t have time for games Suzuhara…”
After taking a discrete look to make sure that they were alone, Touji told her, “It’s about last night…”
“What about last night?”
“What about…? You know what I mean!” hissed Touji.
Hikari shook her head. “I don’t have time for this… I’ll see you tomorrow Suzuhara.” She then headed for the door, leaving an incredulous Touji standing there, too shaken to react. But at the door Hikari paused. “Well, there is one thing about last night…” she added.
“What…?”
Hikari gave Touji a thin smile as she answered. “You did an excellent job cleaning the classroom. Do it like that the entire two weeks, and you won’t have to do it again…” With a quick wave she left the class, Touji smoldering in impotent fury.
“Goddammit!” Touji snarled, an urge to throw something, or perhaps someone, gripping him. Livid, he forced himself to calm down and finish cleaning the class so he could go home. Grabbing the window cleaner, he stomped towards the windows, when he froze in mid-step, the bottle slipping from his suddenly nerveless fingers, hitting the floor with a clatter, as his eyes locked onto something.
Hanging on the side of her desk, was Hikari’s school bag…
Touji stared at it for nearly a minute, before he stooped down to pick up the dropped spray bottle and began cleaning the windows, wiping them so hard they creaked in their frames. ‘To hell with her,’ he thought disgustedly. ‘She can get her own bag this time…’
Touji threw himself into his task and ended up finishing the clean up twenty minutes faster than he had the previous day, and he found some bitter comfort in that.
But when he turned off the lights and exited the darkened classroom, Touji was carrying Hikari’s school bag, mumbling to himself almost inaudibly.
The End.
This was pre-read by Rx7
Lemon Content Warning. This fic contains sexual themes and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.
By hawker_748
Neon Genesis Evangelion:
The School Bag
The weather in Tokyo-3 was usually nice, but some days were better than others. On this day, it was as if every possible sign or cliché of a beautiful day had decided to manifest itself. The sky was a gorgeous azure blue, with only faint wisps of white cirrus clouds serving to contrast the otherwise clear horizon. Songbirds could be heard chirping their contentment with the world, and even the flowers had bloomed recently, their light aroma giving the air a fresh quality.
All in all, it was a beautiful day to be outside.
Unfortunately for Touji Suzuhara, he was in his homeroom class, and he wouldn’t be finished with it for another two long, tortuous hours. His teacher had launched into yet another lecture about what life had been like before the cataclysm known as Second Impact, and his droning monotone was making it hard for Touji to keep his eyes open. While the concept of what life had been like before half the population of earth had been put to the sword on that horrible day, and the chaos that had followed it were fascinating, but the teacher made it sound as dull as a butter knife.
‘I wanna go shoot some hoops… or something…’ Touji thought to himself. ‘This is so BORING, and I can’t even chat with anyone…’ The three Evangelion pilots, Rei Ayanami, Asuka Langly Soryu, who was Touji’s greatest adversary, and Shinji Ikari, his closest friend, were absent, undergoing synch-tests at NERV. Touji’s other friend, Kensuke Aida, was currently surfing online, too busy doing his best hacker impression to respond to any chat requests.
‘Least Shinji doesn’t have to go through this, even though he’s probably in his entry plug right now…’ Touji remembered the time he and Kensuke had been forced to join Shinji in there, and if he never saw the inside of that tube again it would be too soon. ‘Still, he gets more time with that Major Katsuragi babe. He works with her, he LIVES with her, how lucky can one guy be?’ Shinji had told him that Misato was a total slob, and that he had to look after the apartment almost single-handedly, but Touji figured that was just him trying to downplay it. ’Maybe he isn’t all lucky, he’s also living with the Red Menace…’
Touji took another look at the clock; less than two minutes had passed since the last time he’d glanced at it, but it had felt far longer. Letting out a sigh, he rested his chin on his hand and stared out the window, much like he’d seen Rei do countless times. The view out the window was kinda nice, and although nothing was really happening that he could see, it was still better than trying to follow the interminable lecture. ‘Maybe Rei had the right idea all along. It’s still dull, but it doesn’t feel as dull…’
Watching a squirrel rummaging under a tree, most likely looking for food, Touji felt his eyelids start to get heavy, and he forced them open, but the constant droning of the teacher, the warm weather, and the lack of any other stimulation made it hard for him to stay awake. Holding up his head with his arm, Touji felt himself start to doze, his half-hearted attempt to fight off slumber ineffective.
Touji lifted his head with an abrupt start. blinking to clear away the sand in his eyes. ‘What the-? It’s getting dark outside… I musta dozed off,’ Touji realized. He glanced at the clock. “A quarter to nine?!” he squeaked. “I gotta get home! Why didn’t anyone wake me up?” He grabbed his bag and was getting ready to sprint out of the class when a gentle voice froze him to the spot.
“I was wondering how long you were going to stay like that, sleepy-head…”
Touji looked up and saw the source of that comment lounging against the wall, arms crossed under her remarkably full breasts, a mischievous smile on her face, as the setting sun played of the natural highlights in her purple hair. Misato Katsuragi gave a soft chuckle as she stood up straight and started walking towards Touji. “Growing boys are supposed to need their sleep, but I never figured you of all people would sleep past the dismissal bell…”
“M-Misato…” Touji managed to force out. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“Looking for you, actually…”
Touji felt his heart skip a beat. “Me…?”
“Yeah, you…” she confirmed. “You look surprised… I‘d suggest closing your mouth, or the flies will get in.”
“I-I am…”
“Hikari said you’d be here, and I figured she’d know… Looks like she was right.”
Touji could hear himself blink. “Hikari? S-she told you where to find me?”
“Yes, she did. How else could I pick you up for the little celebration at my apartment?”
“What celebration?”
Misato looked like she wanted to slap herself on the forehead. “What was I thinking, you didn’t know… Shinji managed to beat Asuka’s synch-ratio, and I’d thought we should have a little party to celebrate…”
“He beat devil girl?”
Misato gave him a smirk. “Yeah, he did. But if you ever want to see children, I’d suggest never calling Asuka that to her face…”
Touji felt a grin breaking out on his face, as he imagined the needling he’d be able to give the flame haired German girl over this. She seemed to live for piloting, and the fact that it was his buddy Shinji who had beaten her, made it all the sweeter. “Lemme get my bag…” he told Misato.
“There’s no need to rush Touji-kun,” Misato replied. When he looked up, Touji was a little surprised to see the Major with an unsure look on her face. “That-that isn’t the only reason I was looking for you…”
“Oh? What do you mean?”
Misato looked at him for a second, then shook her head, and Touji was sure that he could hear her muttering something about young jocks needing everything explained to them. “I did come to pick you up, but I didn’t want anyone else to come with me…” she clarified.
The clarification did nothing to help Touji. “Why not? It would have been easier to find me that way…”
Misato let out an exasperated breath, and looked Touji right in his eyes. “Because I wanted a chance to be with you. Just you. ALONE. Is that clear enough, or do I have to pull out the sock puppets?”
For a few seconds, there was absolutely no sound in the nearly empty classroom, except for the faint breathing of the two people. After swallowing a few times to try to moisten his suddenly arid mouth, Touji managed to gather his wits enough to force himself to reply. “A-alone? W-with me…? You-you don’t mean… Y-you c-can’t mean…”
“Yes Touji-kun,” Misato spoke softly to him, running her right finger slowly down the length of his nose. “That’s exactly what I mean…”
Touji felt himself give a sick chuckle. “You can’t be s-serious… How-how much did Kensuke, or the devil pay you to-to do this? Or-or did the devil just threaten to step on your car…?”
The smile Misato gave took Touji’s breath away. She moved forward until her lips were less than an inch from his right ear, and she whispered throatily, her warm breath making him shudder. “I am serious Touji-kun… This isn’t a joke…”
“W-why…?” Touji heard himself ask, even as his baser emotions were chastising him for asking stupid questions.
“Why not?” Misato inquired back. “Don’t you think that I could find you attractive? Intriguing? Sexy?” Her last comment was punctuated with her running the tip of her tongue along the edge of his ear, making Touji moan out loud, and his heart rate went through the roof.
“N-not really…” Touji breathed unsteadily. “I-I’m just a kid…”
Misato brought her head back and looked deep into his eyes, and Touji felt like he could drown in those bottomless chocolate pools. “Your friend Kensuke is a child. Even Shinji’s a bit of a child, but he’s had to grow up too fast,” Misato told him, a faint touch of regret in her voice. “But you Touji, you’re a young man… I’ve noticed how you look at me, and there’s nothing childish about that…”
Touji blanched. “I-I didn’t mean to stare at you, I-I-”
“Touji-kun?”
“…yes Misato…?” He let out a involuntary moan when Misato caressed his right cheek with the fingers of her right hand.
“You know how there are times when it’s best to just shut up?”
“Yeah?”
“This is one of them…” Bringing her head forward, Misato pressed her lips gently against Touji’s, letting him taste her lipstick, the smell of her lavender perfume flooding his nostrils.
For a few seconds, Touji was unable to react, the sheer improbability of what was happening short circuiting his mind. Finally, after he was able to reboot his higher reasoning, he slipped his arms around Misato’s waist, pulling her close to him, and opening his lips to allow the tongue to enter his mouth. He found that contrary to what he’d expected, Misato didn’t taste like beer, and that she had an almost floral quality to her, that was emphasized by her perfume and shampoo. Feeling a little emboldened, he let his right arm slide down until it was resting lightly on her heart shaped rear, giving it a gentle squeeze, and unconsciously holding his breath in case she suddenly changed her mind.
When Misato moaned softly into his mouth, Touji wanted to jump for joy, but he settled for trying to press himself as tight against her as he could, savoring the feel of her supermodel grade body crushed against his own. Breaking the kiss only so he could take in a breath of badly needed oxygen, Touji groaned when Misato kissed the side of his neck, her breath making goose bumps rise all over him.
“You’re such a strong young man Touji,” she whispered huskily. “You’re unlike any man I know… So commanding, so confident… I’ll do anything you want me to…”
“You-you really mean it?” Touji stammered, disbelief and excitement making his voice sound far shakier than he liked.
“Yes!” Misato replied impatiently, before she resumed kissing him, reaching behind Touji and grabbing his ass and pulling the bulge in his track suit against herself. “Please Touji… What do you want me to do…?
Nervously wetting his lips, and willing the tremor to stay out of his voice, Touji said the first thing that came to mind. “T-take off your jacket. Slowly…”
“Of course, Touji-kun…”
Mesmerized, Touji watched with barely restrained delight as Misato slowly slinked out of her flight jacket, moving to music that only she could hear, then draping the garment over Touji’s shoulders, allowing her breasts to come tantalizingly close to his face.
A distant part of Touji’s mind noticed that the garment DID smell like beer…
“Your uniform now…” Touji directed, and he was treated to the amazing sight of Misato slowly, sensually removing her NERV outfit, more and more of her skin coming into view. By now Touji’s erection was at the point of being painful, and he was contemplating all the different ways he could have Misato help him with it.
“What’s next Touji-kun?” Misato asked him breathlessly, a eager and hungry look in her eyes.
Touji was sure that his eyes looked the same, as he gazed greedily over the large covered mounds of Misato’s breasts, her areolas barely visible, and the faint purple triangle that was visible through her filmy panties. “Now your bra… Wait!” Touji countered himself. “Let-let me take it off…”
“It clasps in the front Touji-kun…” Misato told him, running the tip of her tongue across her lips as she slowly pushed her chest towards him.
After trying to discretely wipe his clammy hands on his t-shirt, Touji lifted his arms slowly, almost reverently, and using every once of will that he had, forced his hands to remain steady as his fingers brushed against the clasp, prompting Misato to let out another pleased moan. With an ease that surprised him, Touji managed to get the bra undone, and he slowly started to open it, feeling his breathing get more ragged as Misato’s breast came into full view. ‘I-I can almost see her nipples!’ He thought deliriously. ‘Just a second or two more and-’
“SUZUHARA!”
The sheer decibel level of that shout nearly knocked Touji out of his desk, and he snapped awake with a yelp, his head jerking up in surprise. Already disoriented, this sudden movement made him lose his balance, tumbling out of his chair with a squawk, his shoulder hitting the floor with a force that made him wince. The laughter of his classmates rang in his ears as he shook his head to clear it, looking up to see not the purple haired woman of his dreams, but the freckled, pig-tailed visage of the class representative, Hikari Horaki.
Hikari could be kind of cute when she wanted to be, but when she was upset she was a little scary. And judging by the look on her face, Touji could see that she’d left upset behind some time ago, and was well into the territory of ‘pissed-off.’ Swallowing to moisten his suddenly dry mouth, Touji forced out, “I-is something wrong class rep?”
Hikari’s left eyebrow began to twitch. “You were sleeping in class…”
“No I wasn’t,” Touji denied indignantly, knowing full well that he was doomed, but preferring to at least go down swinging. “I was just resting, that’s all…” He was hunched over on the floor, and since his dream had resulted in an intense erection, he was grateful that it was concealed.
“You were snoring, giggling, and drooling all over your desk, Suzuhara, don’t try to deny it.” Hikari’s eyes flashed over to Kensuke. “Your friend Aida got it all on film…”
Touji threw his friend a glare, and Kensuke gave him a guilty, shameful look in reply, as if trying to say that it wasn’t his idea. With the little bit of dignity he had left, Touji carefully got back to his feet, making sure that his excitement wasn’t apparent, and sat back in his desk. “I’m sorry class rep, it-it won’t happen again.”
“I’m sure it won’t,” Hikari replied with a thin, feral smile. “Just to make sure of that, you’re going to have to clean the classroom after school for the next two weeks by yourself.”
Touji paled. “But-but that’ll take hours… I was going to visit my sister…”
Hikari’s eyes widened at that, and her expression softened. After a moment, she softly said, “Touji…”
“Yes…?”
“You are so full of it… Asuka told me that you usually go over there after school to ogle Misato…”
Touji began to silently curse the German-Japanese girl who was the bane of his existence. A soft beep from his computer made him glance at the screen for a moment, and he could see that Kensuke had sent him a one word message that read, ‘BUSTED!’ Flashing his friend another withering glare, Touji slumped down in his desk, resigned to his fate. He forced himself to stay awake, despite the continued droning of the lecture, determined to not give Hikari any more ammunition to use against him. As he tried to pay attention to the lecture, one thought prevailed. ‘Why couldn’t she have just let me sleep?’
Mercifully, the school day came to an end two hours later, but for Touji, his torment was just beginning. After the regularly scheduled students thanked him for taking over their cleaning duties, and unsuccessfully attempting to shanghai Kensuke into helping him, Touji stood alone in the class, a mop and bucket at his feet, a broom resting against a desk, and a basket of cleaners and rags on top of the desk. He stared at the class sullenly, hoping that looking at it would make the dirt go away on its own. After a few minutes, he reluctantly picked up a rag and a bottle of window cleaner, going over to the windows, spraying them, and then wiping them down with the rag, trying not to notice everyone else walking home, finished for the day. He worked as quickly as he could, but he knew that he’d be working in the class till nearly six o’clock.
Once the windows were finished, he cleaned off the blackboard, then moved the desks around and swept the floor, making sure that he did a thorough job; he was absolutely sure that if he tried passing off a half-assed effort, Hikari would simply double the length of his punishment. Once he’d finished sweeping, Touji began to wipe down all of the desks, making sure that the class rep’s was especially clean, for he wouldn’t be surprised if she put on a white glove the next day to check it. After finally finishing cleaning all the desks, Touji let out a relieved sigh; all that was left was the garbage and mopping the floor. He tossed the trash and began the last task, wetting down the floor and then drying it, making sure that he didn’t rush this step. It wouldn’t do to cut corners now, since it’d be obvious if he tried.
Finally finished, Touji looked up at the clock and was dismayed to see that it was a quarter to six. He let out a few choice obscenities, directed at himself, Kensuke, the class rep, and Asuka just on principle. He wondered how he was going to have time to do his homework as he reached for the light switch, when something caught his eye. A school bag was hanging on a desk, and it took him a moment to realize that it was Hikari’s. While part of him was telling him to just go home, he couldn’t keep himself from walking over to it, and after making sure that no one was looking, opening it.
‘Maybe she just didn’t need to take it home?’ Touji wondered, before his eyes fell upon a mathematics worksheet. This worksheet was due the following day, and Hikari’s was blank. “Whaddya know… The class rep puts things off till the last moment too…” he murmured. This worksheet was worth a full twenty-five percent of the course, and if she didn’t finish it, it would really be a big hit on Hikari’s final grade.
For a few moments, Touji found himself debating just putting the bag back where he’d found it, and letting the class rep deal with the consequences in the morning. But he realized that even though she’d lowered the boom onto him, he couldn’t bring himself to do something that mean-spirited. ‘Besides, if I bring it to her, maybe she’ll cut me a little slack,’ he reasoned. ‘Good thing dad’s working late this week, so he won’t be waiting up for me…’ With this thought running through his head, Touji picked up the bag, turned off the lights, and finally walked out of the school.
Once Touji had boarded the train that would take him close to Hikari’s apartment, he found a few scenarios playing themselves out in his head. An image of him making Hikari get down on her knees and beg him to return her bag ran through his head in Technicolor, but he discarded this as quickly as it had popped up. ‘That dream’s making my think stupidly… Her dad’ll probably be there, and if I tried that, he’d kick my ass… Or more likely, her big sister would. All I’d really like is for her to give a bit of a break on the cleaning punishment…’
A half hour later, Touji was standing in front of the Horaki front door, idly wondering why he’d been standing there for over a minute without knocking. ‘No need to be nervous right? I’m just dropping this off… If her dad or sister answers, I-I’ll give it to them and leave… I’ll tell Hikari about it tomorrow..’ He let out a deep breath. ‘Just relax and knock. No big deal, just pretend it’s Kensuke’s place…’
Mentally steeling himself, Touji rapped on the door and waited. He heard the sound of movement from inside, and moments later the door opened, Hikari Horaki looking at him curiously. “Suzuhara? What are you doing here?”
“H-hello class rep… H-how are you?” Touji stammered nervously, wondering if her father was lurking behind her.
Hikari’s brow furrowed. “I’m fine. What’s this about? I was just about to make dinner…”
“Y-your dad okay too?”
“He’s not here,” Hikari replied evenly. “What are you doing here?”
“Y-you’re alone?” Touji asked in surprise.
“Yes Touji, I’m alone…” Hikari admitted. “Can you make this fast, I’ve got to start dinner…”
Touji brought Hikari’s book bag out from behind his back. “You-you forgot this…”
Hikari stared at the satchel uncomprehendingly for a moment, before she looked back inside for a second, then looked back at Touji, relief evident in her eyes. “T-thank you Touji… I can’t believe I forgot that… You’re a lifesaver…” She held out her hand in anticipation of getting her bag back.
Remembering who was responsible for his punishment, Touji made an impulsive decision to have a little fun at the expense of the class rep first. With a confidence that was only skin deep, he mused, “Maybe I shouldn’t just give it to you…”
Hikari looked at him blankly. “Excuse me?”
“Why don’t I make you beg me for it?” Touji clarified, an amused smirk twisting his lips.
Hikari’s reaction was not at all what he expected…
Hikari’s eyes widened momentarily in surprise, but then they narrowed dangerously, and an absolutely unemotional look came over her. “Give. Me. My. Bag…” she told him, in a soft, menacing voice.
“Class rep?” Touji blurted, surprised at the sudden change in her demeanor.
“My bag. Give it to me. Now…” The words were spoken barely over a whisper, but they were more frightening to Touji than any of Asuka’s loudest bellows. The cold look Hikari was giving him cut into him like laser, and as he lifted his arm to hand her bag over to her, he realized that his hand was trembling. When the satchel was all but snatched from his grip, Touji opened his mouth to mumble some clumsy apologies and goodbyes before he high-tailed it out of there, honestly shaken by the way Hikari was acting, but another look from her made all the words die on his lips.
Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Touji took a step back, trying not to think of his shameful withdrawal as the full-on retreat it was, but Hikari’s next words rooted him to the spot. “Don’t move,” she ordered, in that same chillingly calm voice. “Where do you think YOU’RE going? Well, answer me…” she pressed after he went a few seconds without replying.
“I-I-I gotta get h-home…” Touji stammered nervously, trying not to meet Hikari’s gaze. “I-it’s late… I-I-I got some things to do…” His ‘fight-or-flight’ instincts were screaming at him to get the Hell out of there, but Hikari was radiating an aura of tangible menace, and Touji couldn’t get his legs to work, so he had to stand there, idly wishing that he’d just left Hikari’s bag where he’d found it.
Hikari’s gaze bored into Touji for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only thirty seconds, before she gestured with her head. “Get in here…”
“P-pardon me?” Touji squeaked faintly.
“I said get in here. Don’t make me tell you a third time…” Hikari warned.
With a newfound understanding of a man on his way to the gallows, Touji numbly stepped forward, entering Hikari’s apartment, his cultural training the only reason he took his shoes off at the door, before he silently followed her to the kitchen. He vaguely noticed that it was immaculately clean, but he was more preoccupied with wondering what exactly he’d gotten himself into. When Hikari stopped in the kitchen, Touji did the same, trying to think of a way to apologize for his stupid idea and leave. All he wanted was to go home, and if she’d accept his repentance, he’d make sure he never did anything to upset her ever again. “H-Hikari, I’m sorr-OW!”
As soon as Touji had started to speak, Hikari had seized a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter, and then she’d struck him across the knuckles of his right hand. “Be quiet!” she barked. “Didn’t you learn to speak only when spoken to?”
Flexing his stinging hand, and frightened by the casual ease with which Hikari had rebuked him, Touji could only make himself nod in reply.
“Good,” Hikari replied, her voice still as chilly as a glacier. Despite its low volume, it had a hard edge of command to it, and Touji realized that it was like the way she gave out orders as the class representative, only with an intensity far beyond what she showed in school. Hikari began to walk around him in a slow circle, giving him a thorough once over, and making him feel like a private who’d been caught AWOL in a whorehouse being inspected by a general. Hikari used her wooden spoon like a swagger stick, poking him in the chest, telling him to, “Stand straight, don’t slouch…” She prodded his stomach, “Suck in that gut,” as she went behind him, and forced his head forward when he tried to turn his head to watch her. “Eyes front, Suzuhara…”
Touji stood in a close approximation of at attention, like he’d seen in the movies, as Hikari circled him like a hungry tigershark. ‘Wh-what’s she doing?’ Touji wondered. ‘I thought Kensuke had the military fetish, not Hikari…’ Pushing all disturbing thought out of his head, Touji simply tried to do nothing to further antagonize the class rep, hoping that when she was done with her pseudo inspection, she’d reprimand him and let him go. He kept his eyes forward even as Hikari finished giving him a once over and stood next to him, violating his personal space, and giving him a hard look.
“Suzuhara…”
“Y-yes Hikari?” Touji replied. This earned him a sharp smack to his left cheek with the wooden spoon.
“That’s ‘class rep,’ Suzuhara…” Hikari hissed.
“S-sorry class rep,” Touji breathed, trying to ignore how his cheek was stinging. He knew that if he wanted to, he could pick Hikari up and probably throw her across the room, but the idea of using force, or even resisting her, never entered his mind.
“You think you’re tough, Suzuhara?” Hikari pressed.
Touji paled a little, and wondered if he’d accidentally given voice to his thoughts. “N-no class rep…”
The spoon stung him again, this time on the other cheek. “You’re lying. Be honest,” Hikari directed. “You’re big, you play basketball, you think you’re tough, right?”
Touji didn’t trust his voice, so all he could do was make himself nod.
“Show me…”
“H-huh?”
“Show me,” Hikari repeated. “Take off your jacket.”
Touji was only able to look at her uncomprehendingly, and he felt a cold ball appear in the pit of his stomach when she narrowed her eyes at him.
“Are you going to make me repeat everything I say? Take off your jacket Suzuhara… Now!”
Touji realized that he was unzipping the top of his jacket without consciously thinking about it. ‘I-it’s no big deal, right? It’s just my jacket, and I’ve got a shirt on under it, so there’s no problem… Probably should have taken it off anyway, it’s kinda warm to wear it inside…’ Sliding it off of his arms, Touji hung it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, then looked forward again, not wanting Hikari to whack him again with her wooden spoon.
Once again, Hikari walked in a slow circle around Touji, scrutinizing his shirt clad torso, her path taking her closer to him until she was right behind him, easily violating his personal space. “Flex, Suzuhara,” she breathed into his ear. “Show me what you’ve got to be proud of…”
His head spinning at the surreal ness of the moment, and the hard edge of command in the soft whisper made Touji flex his right arm, displaying his bicep. ‘She-she asked, right? I-I’m not doing this because I want to, I just wanna go home! Besides, she only wants to see my muscles, right? Didn’t think she was into that type of thing, but who knows?’ Deep down, Touji was proud of the shape he was in, and he secretly relished the opportunity to be able to show off a bit, and to a girl as well. Showing off in the locker room made him look odd, and it wasn’t like he could just pose anytime.
“Both arms now…”
Not needing much encouragement, Touji brought up his left arm in an identical pose, remembering what he’d seen in body-builder magazines. He curled his arms in front of him, allowing other muscles to stand out, before flexing them besides his head again. Touji was proudest of his biceps, and since that was what most guys used to show strength, he decided to display them the most. He kept his eyes forward the entire time, and as a result he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Hikari’s cool, slender fingers brush lightly against his right bicep. “H-Hikari… Wha-”
“Class rep!” she practically snarled, punctuating her outburst with another smack from her wooden spoon. “Call me class rep, and speak only when spoken to…”
“Y-yes class rep…” Touji replied meekly, lowering his arms.
Another stinging rebuke from the spoon. “And who said you could stop?”
“S-sorry class rep…” Touji stammered, bringing his arms back up. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ Touji asked himself. ‘This is crazy, I should just leave…’ He let out a shaky breath when he felt Hikari’s soft fingertips running along his arms, delicately exploring every curve and angle. ‘Okay… That’s kind of nice, but I don’t like getting belted with that spoon. Class rep’s always been kinda bossy, but I didn’t think she could be that mean. But if that bothers me so much, why don’t I just leave? She couldn’t really stop me if I wanted to do something, could she?’ Touji tried not to dwell on what he was thinking as he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensation of the class rep effectively feeling him up.
“Take off your shirt Suzuhara.” Hikari’s voice was still as cold as liquid nitrogen.
“Huh?” Touji replied wittily. He flinched when Hikari painfully swatted both his biceps.
“Your shirt. Off. Now,” Hikari commanded.
For a second or two Touji hesitated, not sure if he was willing to let things continue to play out, but when he sensed Hikari lifting that damned spoon of hers again, he hurriedly pulled the garment over his head. ‘It-it’s still no big deal, right?’ he tried to reassure himself. ‘We’ve both had swim class, she’s seen me without a shirt before…’ Placing the shirt over the same chair as the jacket, Touji waited to see what Hikari would do next.
He didn’t have long to wait. “Keep flexing Suzuhara,” Hikari directed him.
Now feeling rather self conscious, Touji resumed posing, and he could tell that he had a drop or two of perspiration on his forehead, despite the air conditioning in the apartment. When Hikari slowly sauntered in front of him, he couldn’t meet her eyes as he concentrated on an electrical outlet over the counter so his eyes wouldn’t flick wildly. ‘Th-this isn’t right, I-I really need to go…’ But he couldn’t bring himself to get dressed and leave, the iron tone of command in Hikari’s voice short circuiting his will.
Hikari was now scarcely inches away from him, much too close for comfort for Touji, and he started to tremble with nervousness, the ease with which Hikari had taken control of the situation upsetting to him. He defiantly refused to look down at her, even though she was so close that the top of her head filled his vision, the scent of her shampoo wafting up to his nostrils. He tried to find some center in his posing, the simple, repetitive motions requiring only the most basic of thinking, and trying to think about what was happening to him would be too distracting. But despite his most determined efforts to stay detached, to think of himself as only some sort of observer, Touji was instantly and irrevocably brought back to what was happening when Hikari lightly ran her now warm fingertips across his pectorals.
Touji let out a surprised gasp and flinched, lowering his arms in shock, resulting in Hikari using that spoon to smack his nipples, sending an intriguing mixture of pain and something more pleasant through his system. “I didn’t say you could stop!” Hikari hissed, her warm breath gently playing against Touji’s bare chest.
“I-I’m sorry class rep,” Touji responded timidly, as Hikari continued to feel him up. He bit his lip and tried to focus on something else, anything else, but the warmth of Hikari’s fingers traced scorching trails as they were slid across his exposed skin. Her touch was electric, and he could feel himself start to tremble with the first inklings of desire, despite his renewed efforts to try to let his mind concentrate on something else. Touji kept his eyes locked forward, trying to show some resistance to the almost overwhelming impulse to gaze down at Hikari as she explored his chest with her hands. A surge of panic tore through him when he realized that another part of his body was starting to react to her ministrations as well.
‘Oh no… If-if she sees that I’ve got a hard on… Who-who knows what she’ll do…?’ Touji thought in a frightened daze. He desperately tried to think of something that wouldn’t excite him, an image of an enraged Asuka coming to mind, when she’d decked him for after he’d exposed himself to her on the Over The Rainbow. He was barely able to stifle a moan when he felt Hikari’s warm breath on his chest, goose bumps rising on his skin, and he was despondent to realize that his erection would be painfully obvious. ‘M-maybe track pants and boxer shorts weren’t such a good idea…’
Touji felt his heart stop when he realized that Hikari was looking at him; more specifically, she was looking down, and he knew that he was pitching a tent in his track pants. Hikari’s fingers were slowly pulled away from his chest, and he might have let out a frustrated whine had he not been dreading her reaction to his body’s response. Keeping his eyes forward, Touji saw Hikari slowly back away until he could see her face again; it bore the same cold, clinical look, and he gave serious thought to just grabbing his clothing and bolting. ‘I won’t be able to go back to school again’ a detached portion of his mind noted. ‘I’ll never live this down once word gets out… God, why didn’t I just show a little spine?’
“Enjoying yourself Suzuhara?”
Hikari’s frosty tone nearly made him cringe. “N-no class rep…” he stammered weakly, desperately willing his erection to go away.
“You’re lying again, Suzuhara…” Hikari tonelessly replied. “Don’t you know any better than that? Were you raised in a barn?” The frown she was wearing was sharp enough to chip granite. “Take off your pants.”
Touji felt the room begin to spin. “C-class rep?” he rasped.
“I SAID, ‘Take off your pants,’ Suzuhara,” Hikari re-iterated. When Touji only started at her uncomprehendingly, frozen in shock, she added, “Now…”
Though Hikari hadn’t raised her voice at all, the command was spoken with such menace and veiled warning, that Touji found himself fumbling with the drawstring in his pants. ‘What the HELL are you doing?’ an impartial part of his psyche demanded, but the majority of him was too intimidated and frightened to pay too much attention to it. His hands were shaking so badly that it took him nearly a minute to undo the drawstring, and he slowly eased his pants down, feeling humiliated at being exposed like this, but finding himself completely powerless to go against Hikari’s wishes. Stepping out of his pants, and still unable to meet the class rep’s gaze directly, he stood before her clad only in his socks and boxer shorts, trying vainly to use his hands to shield himself.
“Hands at your sides Suzuhara,” Hikari told him, giving Touji a quick going over with her eyes. “Look at me,” she directed, and Touji found himself meeting her steely gaze. “Take off your shorts…”
“N-no!” Touji blurted out, some shreds of his self-respect finally showing. He shuddered involuntarily when Hikari narrowed her eyes at his rejection.
“You aren’t thinking of refusing me, are you?” Hikari breathed. “Take. Them. Off. Now. Suzuhara.”
Touji hesitated further, his modesty battling with the authoritative aura Hikari was generating, but when she began to twirl the wooden spoon threateningly, he closed his eyes and pushed down his boxers, feeling faint, and thinking that passing out would be the better option. Now virtually naked, Touji stared down at himself in shame, his stomach doing loops and trying to keep himself from throwing up and destroying the few tattered fragments of his remaining dignity. The silence in the kitchen was oppressive, and the only sound Touji could hear was his heart hammering in his chest. While he was thankful that Hikari hadn’t simply started laughing, he was still humiliated at being made to expose himself to the class rep like this. ‘I never thought she could be this vindictive,’ Touji mused miserably. ‘Never thought she’d do something like this to punish me…’
“Suzuhara…” Hikari’s voice sounded a fraction softer than it had been before. “Look at me…” she told him evenly.
‘Now what’s she got planned?’ Touji asked himself. He forced himself to raise his head, trying hard to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity, determined to not show her just how much he was cowed. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, attempting to summon some backbone, wishing that his erection wasn’t still standing at attention. Touji’s gaze finally fell upon Hikari, and while she wasn’t looking at him mockingly, or making disparaging remarks, in some ways that would have been easier for him to deal with. He couldn’t summon anger or outrage, two emotions that might have been able to spur him to resist Hikari’s will, and her near indifference stung him, making him idly speculate if she saw this as simply a way to relieve boredom.
Hikari started walking towards Touji, her expression never changing, until she’d yet again invaded his personal space. Touji hadn’t bothered to try to step back, knowing with absolute certainty that Hikari wouldn’t let him get away that easily. The two of them stood there in silence, Touji valiantly trying to keep himself from looking away from the intensity in Hikari’s eyes, when she suddenly reached out with her right hand and took hold of his erection, causing him to let out a terrified, high pitched yelp.
“H-Hikari… wh-what-what-Ahhh!” Touji cried out when the wooden spoon connected with his testicles without any delicacy.
“Class rep…” Hikari admonished him. “How many times must I tell you?”
“S-sorry class rep,” Touji apologized hurriedly, the stinging pain from his groin receding.
“You seem to like this,” Hikari told him matter-of-factly. “You’re still hard… Do you like it when I do this?” She punctuated her question by giving his erection a rough stroke.
Touji let out a slight moan. Hikari’s technique, for lack of a better word, was rather crude, but it had still sent an exited tingle up his spine.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Hikari remarked, slowly stoking Touji’s member.
Touji grit his teeth while Hikari continued with her clumsy hand job. His mind was in a daze as he wondered how he’d managed to get himself in this situation, torn between acute embarrassment over what had happened to him so far, and excitement as Hikari’s rough strokes began to edge him closer to his peak. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate only on what his body was experiencing.
“Open your eyes, Suzuhara,” Hikari directed him. “Look at me…”
Touji did as he was told and snapped his eyes open, finding Hikari watching him intently, the faintest hint of a smile on her face. He could feel the tension building up inside of him as he gradually approached his inevitable release, but he tried to adapt the same aloofness as Hikari, willing his face to not change its expression. Touji could feel his breathing starting to get shallower, and he bit his lips to keep from moaning out loud. The unmistakable organic sounds of Hikari jerking him off was the only sound that reached his ears, as she relentlessly kept pushing him towards the edge.
Touji lost all track of time as he was beaten off, and after untold minutes a muffled groan escaped his lips as he climaxed, and he felt himself fire off twice, the sounds of his semen landing on the linoleum of the kitchen floor clearly audible. Shuddering from the release, and gasping to get his wind back, Touji looked down and went white when he realized that not only had he ejaculated on the floor, but some of his seed was on Hikari’s hand as well. He braced himself for the aural explosion and the stinging rebuke of the wooden spoon. But to his surprise, Hikari merely released him and walked back to the counter, taking some paper towels and wiping her hand with them, then casually tossing the roll at Touji.
“Clean that up Suzuhara…” Hikari told him coldly. “Yourself too. That’s unhygienic…” She then strode out of the kitchen, leaving Touji alone with his task and his thoughts.
“What the hell just happened here?” Touji murmured, tearing off a paper towel and using it to wipe off his now flaccid member. Once he’d cleaned himself off as best he could, he tossed the soiled napkin in the trash and tore off some more and knelt down, wiping his seed off of the floor. ‘How the hell did I let this happen? Why didn’t I stand up for myself?’ He scrubbed furiously at the mess, not wanting leave any trace of his presence behind. ‘Last thing in the world I want is for someone to notice this…’
After a minute or so of frantic wiping, Touji was sure that he’d cleared away all of the evidence of his transgression. Letting out a relieved sigh, he eyed his clothes, planning to get dressed and just leave when Hikari reentered the kitchen. Touji couldn’t hold back a gasp when her saw her; Hikari was wearing a matching black lace bra and panties, with a garter belt and stockings. She’d had to have changed while he was cleaning up, as there was no way that she could have been wearing that under her school uniform. ‘That black bra woulda been obvious…’ Touji thought blankly. ‘Kensuke woulda noticed, hell, Shinji woulda noticed…’
“Enjoying the view, Suzuhara?”
Touji averted his eyes, not wanting Hikari to think that he was ogling her, but that outfit made not looking at her more difficult. Belatedly, Touji noticed that Hikari had undone her pigtails, and her hair now brushed against her shoulders. He started to push himself up to his feet, feeling uncomfortable at being on his knees before her.
“Don’t get up Suzuhara,” Hikari directed him. She slowly sashayed towards him, taking hold of a chair and placing it next to Touji. “I think you like what you see, Suzuhara,” she practically purred. “I think you want to see more, don’t you?”
“Y-yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… class rep… I-I want to see more…” Touji replied faintly.
“You liked having me jerk you off, didn’t you Suzuhara?”
“Yes, class rep.”
“Now you want to do something to me, don’t you Suzuhara?”
“Yes, class rep…” Touji murmured.
Hikari actually smiled at that, though the smile she wore wasn’t the warm, friendly one that she usually had at school. She placed her left leg on the chair next to Touji, giving him a better view of her smooth skin. Touji decided that calling Hikari’s undergarments ‘panties’ had been a mistake, as they could more accurately be called a ‘thong.’ They were black and sheer, and he was surprised to notice that it was obvious that Hikari knew her way around a razor.
After he did nothing but stare almost uncomprehendingly for nearly minute, Hikari lashed out with her spoon, striking him on the shoulders. “I don’t have to spell it out for you, do I Suzuhara?”
“N-no class rep…” Touji answered meekly. Licking his lips nervously, he slowly brought his head towards the junction of Hikari’s legs, running his eyes over her creamy skin, feeling himself start to tremble as he got closer. When he was scarcely inches away from her, he reached out with nearly nerveless fingers and lightly brushed the tips over the front of Hikari’s thong, hooking it with his fingertips and slowly pulling it aside. Hikari was absolutely hairless, and he took a moment to cast his eyes over her pale pink sex, before he tilted his head up, extended his tongue and ran the tip of it along the edge of her lips.
Hikari let out a low moan, bringing her hands to the back of Touji’s head and pulled him tight against her, grinding herself against his face, obviously wanting more. Touji had heard guys guess about what a woman might taste like, but he found that all the speculation was wrong; it wasn’t like honey, but it wasn’t the rotten flavor that he’d been worried about either. He couldn’t think of a way to describe it, but he was too busy at the moment to really care. Summoning his courage, and knowing that Hikari would probably hit him again if he hesitated, Touji eased his tongue between her lips, probing her depths as far as he could reach. It was awkward, him on his knees while Hikari was standing over him, with her left leg on the chair, but Touji used his free hand to grab her shapely rear to help support her.
Continuing to work his tongue around inside Hikari’s warm passage, Touji cast his eyes upward and saw that she had her eyes closed and her mouth open, her breath coming in pants, and a blush on her face. He paused in his efforts, fascinated by the look on the class reps face; Hikari opened her eyes and looked down at him. “I didn’t say you could stop Suzuhara…” she hissed, pulling Touji’s head even harder against her sex.
“S-sorry class rep,” Touji murmured, taking one of Hikari’s lips between his and sucking on it. Hikari moaned out loud and pushed herself against his face, clearly wanting him to keep it up. Remembering something he’d read in some magazines he’d hidden under his mattress, Touji gently sucked on one of Hikari’s lower lips, releasing it and then giving the other one the same attention, feeling a strange thrill run through him from the way Hikari reacted. He found that his enthusiasm was growing by the second as he once again slid his tongue into her warm wetness, his face and chin now covered by a thin film of her moisture. Hikari was panting shallowly now, letting out a series of soft cries as Touji relentlessly lapped inside of her.
Touji was having a difficult time keeping the two of them balanced, as he was perched unsteadily on his knees. It got even more awkward when Hikari lifted her leg off of the chair and rested it on his shoulder, resulting in Touji having to support most of Hikari’s body weight. It was erotic feeling so much of Hikari’s skin against him, combined with the silkiness of the stocking she had on, but there was a good chance he’d end up tipping the two of them over. Moving his hand to get a better hold of her shapely ass, Touji did his best to keep the two of them stable, as tumbling over would shatter the moment.
“Higher Suzuhara…” Hikari gasped out, moving herself to change how she was resting against his face. “A little bit higher… Unnhh! RIGHT THERE!” she hissed in between clenched teeth. “You keep licking me right there! Unnhhh… Suzuhara… Haanh… Don’t stop…” Hikari panted, roughly grinding her dripping sex against his face. Touji could see that she was gritting her teeth, and that her eyes were opened and unfocused. “L-lick me Suzuhara… Lick me-eeee… Aahhh!” Hikari threw her head back and cried out as she came, a torrent of wetness surging against Touji’s face as he continued to kiss and lick the class rep even as she shuddered above him, her fingers pulling at his hair so hard that she painfully yanked out a few strands of it.
When the waves of orgasm had finished washing over her, Hikari slumped down onto Touji, nearly knocking him over, but she used the chair to catch herself at the last moment, using it for support as she eased herself off of Touji’s face, taking a seat on the chair. She sat there for a few minutes, covered with sweat and breathing hard, completely ignoring Touji, who absently wiped at his face with the back of his hands. Eventually Hikari’s breathing slowed back down to normal, and she looked at Touji with lidded eyes, giving him an obvious once over, her eyes lingering on his renewed erection.
Touji watched as Hikari took a few seconds to regain her composure, the same cool look returning to her face as she stood up in front of him. He started to stand up when Hikari struck him on the head with the wooden spoon, which she’d grabbed back off of the kitchen table, and shook her head at him. Without a word, she pushed her panties down with her thumbs, causing Touji to realize that she’d put them on after the garter belt and stockings, letting them settle around her ankles before she stepped out of them. Hikari stared down at Touji imperiously for a few seconds, and then she lifted her right leg, placed her foot on Touji’s left shoulder and pushed, sending him sprawling with a surprised yelp. Before he had a chance to clear his head, Hikari was on top of him, straddling his waist and gripping his shoulder so tightly it made him wince.
Touji watched wide eyed as Hikari positioned herself over his now throbbing erection, letting out a faint moan when its head lightly brushed up against her, the warmth from even that minor contact indescribable. He was about to ask her if she wanted him to be careful or gentle, but his thoughts were rendered irrelevant when Hikari unhesitatingly lowered herself onto him, letting out a shuddering breath as she effortlessly impaled herself.
Touji let out a cry when he was enveloped in Hikari’s warm tightness; it felt as incredible as he’d heard it would, and he gasped when he felt Hikari grip at him as she stayed motionless, her eyes closed as she seemed to savor the sensation of Touji filling her up. She then tightened her grip on his shoulders, moved her legs to what looked to be a more comfortable position, and then she eased herself most of the way off Touji’s shaft. She then drove herself back down, sinking onto his erection, prompting Touji to cry out again. He lay there motionless, while Hikari rode him roughly, in total control, just like she’d been since he’d arrived with her school bag, which now seemed to have been an eternity ago.
At that moment, another thought barged its way into his mind. ‘She-she’s done this before!’ Touji realized. ‘She wasn’t a virgin! When-when did she…? And with who…?’ Before he had a chance to properly consider this new revelation, he felt Hikari’s warm vaginal walls start to clench at his throbbing shaft, driving such unimportant thoughts out of his head.
Watching Hikari frantically move up and down on his manhood excited Touji almost as much as the physical sensations it caused, and he started to buck his own hips up, trying to penetrate even deeper. He moved his hands to her waist and grabbed her, pulling her down even as he thrust himself up, his now sweaty back sticking a little on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. He was surprised when she abruptly stopped moving, and with strength that he never would have imagined in Hikari, she pried his hands off of her, held his wrists in a vice like grip, and pushed them back to the floor next to his head, effectively pinning him down. Touji struggled briefly, but ceased his attempts to break free when Hikari resumed sliding herself up and down on his shaft.
Touji gritted his teeth and concentrated, trying to prolong the experience, as he had an insightful flash that Hikari wouldn’t be pleased if he finished too early and left her high and dry, and that she’d make sure he was sorry if he did. Hikari’s ragged breathing reached his ears, and he could feel sweat dripping off of her onto his face and chest, and her dark hair was wreathing her face, which was twisted in an almost primal grimace. The feeling of her pussy gripping at his cock while she fucked him made him pant, and it was difficult for him to keep his focus. “H-Hikari…” he gasped out.
Hikari let go of his wrists and seized his shoulders with a grip so intense it made Touji cry out in pain. She effortlessly lifted his shoulders off of the floor, bringing her frenzied face inches from his own, her hair brushing up against his cheeks. “Class rep!” she snarled ferally. “Call me class rep!” She then shoved him back against the floor with such force that it momentarily knocked Touji senseless, even as Hikari continued to impale herself upon his manhood.
“C-class rep…” Touji breathed through clenched teeth, knowing that he was on the very brink of his endurance. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something, ANYTHING, to prolong the experience, desperately attempting to ignore Hikari’s increasingly intense groans and animalistic grunts. Feeling himself breathing hard through his teeth, Touji’s back arched and he let out a strangled cry as he felt himself fire off three thick spurts of his seed deep into Hikari’s waiting passage. He cried out again when Hikari raked her fingers across his chest, scraping bloody trails over it, letting out a guttural scream as she came, gripping Touji’s manhood tighter than ever.
For a few minutes, the two of them just stayed motionless, breathing hard, and letting their sweat evaporate in the cooling air, the fading sunlight from through the window casting long shadows in the kitchen. When Touji got his breathing under control he looked up at Hikari and saw her looking down at him with a smile, as she leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on his sweat slicked forehead. She stayed close to him, stroking his sweaty cheek with the back of her fingers of her right hand, looking deep into his eyes, as they both savored the afterglow.
But when she pushed herself back up, the same cold expression she’d worn before had returned. She stood up abruptly and walked over to the table, taking some paper towels to clean herself before she tossed the roll to Touji, who caught it by reflex. “You should clean up, get dressed and leave Suzuhara…” she told him.
“B-but… Class rep…” a startled Touji stammered in reply.
Hikari ignored Touji’s astonished ramblings and glanced at the clock on the wall. “My father will be home in about fifteen minutes,” she told him casually. “You want him to find you naked with his little girl?”
Touji paled and quickly wiped at himself with the paper towels, frantically trying to pull on his clothes at the same time.
“Don’t forget to wipe down the floor too,” Hikari reminded him as she walked out of the kitchen. “I’m going to shower, see yourself out when you’ve finished. And don’t forget about that math assignment that’s due tomorrow…”
Touji kept one eye on the clock and the other on what he was doing as he desperately tried to clean away all of the evidence of what had happened. Satisfied that he’d done all that he could, but wishing that he’d had a chance to bleach the floor, he pulled on his shirt and jacket, headed for the door, the sound of Hikari’s shower clearly audible, yanked on his shoes and left as quickly as he could. He used the fire stairs, not wanting to run into Mr. Horaki, letting out a relieved sigh only when he reached the street undetected and started walking towards the train station.
“What the FUCK just happened?” Touji murmured to himself. ‘How did she…? When did she…? Why did I…? How come I never stood up to class rep?’ Touji couldn’t even let himself think of her as ‘Hikari’ anymore. Overwhelmed by confusion, a numb Touji mechanically walked to the train station, feely rather itchy, and idly wondering if other people would smell him and know what he’d been up to. Resigning himself to not being able to answer his own questions, Touji boarded the train, making an active attempt to find an empty car, riding in silence, and making his way home, where he went straight for the shower.
Once clean, he started on his homework, desperate to have something else to think about besides what had happened, but after he’d finished and gotten ready for bed, he closed his eyes, vowing to himself that he’d confront the class rep the following day.
XXX
Upon reaching school the next morning, Touji discovered, to no real surprise, that confronting Hikari would be more difficult than he’d expected. The three Evangelion pilots were back in class, while Touji got dragged by Kensuke into a talk with Shinji about what these tests had been like. The Red Menace was also chatting amiably with Hikari, and watching them, Touji found himself wondering if Asuka was really the more fearsome of the two.
He was greatly relieved that Hikari apparently hadn’t told her friend anything about what had happened the previous night. If the German hothead had even the slightest inkling of what had happened, Touji was certain that she’d make sure that Touji knew that she knew.
But whenever he tried approaching Hikari between classes or at lunch, she kept giving him the brush off. She’d say she was busy, needed to be elsewhere, or some other excuse, or another student would approach the two of them, and Touji would break it off, not wanting another soul to hear what he wanted to say. When the end of the school day finally arrived, Touji asked Hikari to wait for a moment, and he was moderately surprised that she agreed, promising Asuka that she’d catch up with her outside.
“So Suzuhara…” Hikari remarked. “What do you want to talk about?”
Touji blinked in surprise. “Y-you’re kidding…”
Hikari’s eyes narrowed a little. “I don’t have time for games Suzuhara…”
After taking a discrete look to make sure that they were alone, Touji told her, “It’s about last night…”
“What about last night?”
“What about…? You know what I mean!” hissed Touji.
Hikari shook her head. “I don’t have time for this… I’ll see you tomorrow Suzuhara.” She then headed for the door, leaving an incredulous Touji standing there, too shaken to react. But at the door Hikari paused. “Well, there is one thing about last night…” she added.
“What…?”
Hikari gave Touji a thin smile as she answered. “You did an excellent job cleaning the classroom. Do it like that the entire two weeks, and you won’t have to do it again…” With a quick wave she left the class, Touji smoldering in impotent fury.
“Goddammit!” Touji snarled, an urge to throw something, or perhaps someone, gripping him. Livid, he forced himself to calm down and finish cleaning the class so he could go home. Grabbing the window cleaner, he stomped towards the windows, when he froze in mid-step, the bottle slipping from his suddenly nerveless fingers, hitting the floor with a clatter, as his eyes locked onto something.
Hanging on the side of her desk, was Hikari’s school bag…
Touji stared at it for nearly a minute, before he stooped down to pick up the dropped spray bottle and began cleaning the windows, wiping them so hard they creaked in their frames. ‘To hell with her,’ he thought disgustedly. ‘She can get her own bag this time…’
Touji threw himself into his task and ended up finishing the clean up twenty minutes faster than he had the previous day, and he found some bitter comfort in that.
But when he turned off the lights and exited the darkened classroom, Touji was carrying Hikari’s school bag, mumbling to himself almost inaudibly.
The End.
This was pre-read by Rx7