Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love School ❯ "School Affairs" ( Chapter 3 )

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Warnings: Language, implying of indecent sex-acts

Love School
Chapter Three: "School Affairs"

Shouta's P.O.V.
“…So now, you, me, and Hachirou-kun are all apart of some kind of big secret. Not that it really affects you, but I don’t know if telling Hachirou-kun was the best idea, he’s kind of a loud mouth,” I said as I walked to school with my friend Furiko. Correction: we walked to our separate schools, but we walked together since they were in the same direction anyways. It sucked that I didn’t get to go to school with her anymore, she was my one true friend. Only problem was, I got moved to a better school, which is a good thing theoretically but I don’t like it here as much.

“Tell me about this Hachirou you keep talking about, he one of your friends there?” Furiko asked.

“Yeah, I guess you could call us friends… or the closest thing I’ve got to it at that school,”

“I don’t see why you dislike him so much, he seems like a pretty good guy, you know?” she added.

“You say that at first, until you find out he’s called ‘Mr.-Eight-guys-in-one-night’. Then he’s not so great anymore. Not to mention that he was coming on to me in the gym locker room, not so great either,” I went on, naming all of Hachirou’s bad points. Then, I added, “I think I like one of my sempai though, I saw him playing basketball in the gym the other day.”

“What’s his name?” Furiko asked, picking up her pace with enthusiasm.

“Well, I don’t know actually,” I confessed.

She paused and shook her finger at me, tsk-tsking. “C’mon Shouta-kun, there’s no harm in asking his name next time you see him, it’ll be just like a friendly gesture. But since he’s your senior, make sure you don’t disrespect him when you ask his name, okay?”

“You don’t have to force me to talk to him okay? He’s my sempai, and he’s probably too cool to like other guys like the ones at that school do,”

“I’m just saying, I want to know his name. You don’t have to ask anything further than that but just ask for his name, so we don’t have to refer to him as ‘your sempai’,”

***

I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard to just ask his name, I thought as I typed my assignment on the computer during class. Hachirou still sits next to me, and Kaito still sits next to Hachirou in our little line up.

“Why are you always so out of it the day after?” I heard Hachirou say to Kaito as he was typing away.

I really didn’t pay attention to what they were saying, so much as looking at what he was typing. On top of typing it all twice as fast as I could, there was a lot in it too. Our exercise was to type as many of our family members as we could remember and something about them, as a test of speed. And on his, he had about ten brothers and sisters, given that I counted right.

“Hachirou-kun,” I called him and he looked over at me. “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

“Nine,” he replied casually, flashing a smile, that was a little sexy I had to admit. Or did I really have to? “I know what you’re thinking, something like ‘my parents must get it on like rabbits’ huh? But actually, a lot of them are just my half brothers and sisters.”

“Well…” I replied, kind of surprised by his response. “…That means at least one of your parents must… ‘get it on like rabbits’, right?”

“That would be my dad who my mom just divorced, coincidentally enough, because of that. Hold on a sec,” Hachirou stopped typing and pulled out his wallet. “See? This is my baby brother Jurou who’s only three months old,” he explained, holding a picture of a little black-haired baby who hardly resembled him. Then he took out another picture of him between two boys that looked almost exactly like him. “And these are the only two brothers who have the same mom as me, my older brother Shichirou and my younger brother Kurou. I don’t have any pictures of the other ones because they’re all a bunch of stuck-up bitches who think they’re better than us.”

I concluded Hachirou’s home life must be really complicated. “Did your dad end up numbering you all on purpose?”

“I think he did that so he could remember who we are easier. He even numbered my older half-sisters with these jacked-up names like Ichikou and Shiko. But for whatever reason he did it…” Hachirou began typing again. “…it still sucks to be remembered as the eighth illegitimate love child some bastard had. It makes me look bad too, y’know?”

As weird as it sounds, it actually does seem to have some impact on his image too, to be the eighth child of some ba- I mean some jerk who sleeps around. I was actually starting to feel bad for him.

“Actually, I could probably introduce you to Shichirou later if you want, he’s a senior here,”

“Yeah, that‘d be cool,” I replied.

Hachirou's P.O.V.
“I think you might’ve told Nanami more than he needed to know back there. How’re you just going to tell around your personal family business?” Kaito nagged me as he and I walked to our fifth period class.

“But it wasn’t really that big a deal. I may have thought that back when we were like in elementary school, but high-schoolers aren’t really that secretive. I really don’t care if he knows that my dad is an asshole,” I replied.

“I don’t see why you’re so quick to trust him and you hardly even know him…” he mumbled.

“Kaito-kun, do you think I’m going to forget you or something?” I asked, draping my arm along his shoulders as we walked. “You know you’re still my best friend right? So why are you acting so jealous of Shouta-kun?”

“There’s no way that I’m jealous of Nanami!” he argued.

“Then stop acting like it!” I laughed.

I don’t think Kai was too convinced that I wasn’t trusting Shouta too much but I was my business anyways and I thought I could trust him. Like I said, it isn’t really that big a deal.

“Good morning Hachirou-chan, Kaito-chan,” Ms. Shiba greeted us, taking the time to look up from yet another of her Purple Potion Series novels. This one was subtly titled “School Affairs”, where someone might think it was about the newest things going on in schools. “Wait a second… Hachirou-chan?”

“Yeah?” I replied, turning back towards her.

“Can I talk to you privately for a second?”

Shouta's P.O.V.
After lunch, I walked down the hall on my usual route to the gym. On my commute, I stop to look out the window that looks over the whole gym to see my green-haired, glasses-wearing, basketball-playing sempai on the court. But, he wasn’t out there today, so I just kept on, disappointedly.

As I was about to turn the corner to the locker room, however, I heard Mr. Sakata’s voice.

“…I think that maybe, you know, since my wife has a baby on the way and all,… I should quit,” I heard him say in a low voice.

“So you’re… through?” I heard the slightly younger voice of Mr. Kojima question. “For real?”

“Well…yeah. You know, before this goes too far,” Mr. Sakata explained.

“Yeah, I understand…” Mr. Kojima replied.

I heard footsteps as Mr. Sakata walked right past without even noticing me among the few students left in the hallway even though the bell was due to ring soon. I looked in the other direction and saw Mr. Kojima sigh heavily and head in the opposite direction.

I ran the rest of the way, since I was close to being late again, until I bumped into someone hard, sending me to the floor.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, scrambling to my feet.

The person I had crashed into held out their hand and helped me up. When I finally looked up to see their face, I looked straight into the eyes of my sempai!

“Oh! You’re that person that plays basketball all the time, huh?” I blurted out, which afterwards I thought I sounded stupid. “Um, what’s your name?”

“Ryuunosuke, but it’s okay if you just call me Ryuu,” he replied.

I looked at him and realized that he was considerably taller than I was, but I suppose that’s a given since he’s a basketball player. Plus the fact that everyone’s taller than me. “I’m Shouta,” I introduced myself.

The bell rang, and he looked at the clock, then back at me. “Shouta-kun,” he repeated, nodding. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

He started to walk off before it even occurred to my stunned self to say anything back to him, so I just sprinted into the gym to get changed in record speed.

Kaito's P.O.V.
Nanami was on time today, but for some reason Hachirou wasn’t so when he walked in late after Mr. Fujiwara was done taking attendance, he announced that Hachirou had to do fifty pushups in front of the whole class since he was the only one late.

“This’ll be easy, he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with,” Hachirou said to me and Nanami.

Once I watched him, I never realized he was able to do push-ups with such ease… I don’t know where he got that from. It’s not really that he’s out of shape or anything, he just doesn’t look like he’d be super fit like he is. But watching him do it, sweat dripping down his face and that cocky smile he was wearing, made me so turned on. It also made me want to get in shape, it would probably take me half the class to do what he was doing in like five minutes. Mostly though, it just made me turned on.

“Okay, I’m done,” he gasped. “You want me to do fifty more?”

“Uh no, that won’t be necessary, just sit down so I can explain what we’re doing today,” Mr. Fujiwara grumbled.

Hachirou sat next to me on the bleachers, still smiling. “‘You want me to do fifty more?’ Really though, Hachirou. You’re such a show-off.”

Suddenly, for no reason, he just took me in his embrace and kissed me, a kind of long and intimate kiss for in the middle of gym class. But luckily, I don’t think anyone noticed.

“Hachirou-kun are you crazy?!” I questioned. Long and serious kisses aren’t usually the norm in a friends-with-benefits sort of relationship like ours. Not saying that he hasn’t kissed me before, it just hasn’t been for a long time.

“A little bit,” he replied casually. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ve got like, a super adrenalin rush right now that makes me want to do crazy stuff. I almost want to do it right in the middle of the gym floor.”

“I think the blood’s rushing to your head,” I sighed, although that last thing didn’t sound like such a bad idea at the moment. The source of his sudden horny-ness? It’s hard to tell with him, it doesn’t really take much to begin with.

“Alright!” I heard Mr. Fujiwara yell at the end of his explanation, which I completely missed. “Now I’m going to split you up into teams, shirts versus skins football game.”

“Shirts versus skins?” I wondered aloud.

“Yeah, the one team has their shirts on, the other has theirs off, so you can tell who’s on what team,” Hachirou explained.

“Meh. I’m not playing at all. I’ll just watch,” I said as Hachirou and the others lined up to be split into teams.

“Chiase! If you’re not playing, you get an F for the day,” Fujiwara warned.

“I’ll just take it, thanks,” I replied, left to sit on the bleachers by myself.

He shrugged his shoulders and wrote something on his clipboard, and then proceeded to split everyone up. By the time he did that, I was kind of happier that I stayed on the sidelines after all. I got to watch Hachirou tackle his way to victory in all his tanned-and-shirtless glory, major plus for me.

Hachirou's P.O.V.
I walked into my eighth period class kind of late, like ten minutes late. It was Ms. Shiba’s English 2 class. I have to have her twice a day because I failed her class last year, due to excessive lates, coincidentally enough.

“If you keep this up Hachirou-chan, you’re going to have to have me three times next year,” she said when I walked in. She motioned me to come closer to her desk. “And you know what else? If you’re going to be late from doing those kinds of things,” she whispered, “try not to be so obvious. Your buttons are all crooked… and your barn door’s open.”

“Um, thanks Ms. Shiba,” I replied, zipping up my pants.

She waved me away, turning back to her “School Affairs” book.

“Shouta-kun,” I whispered, tapping his shoulder.

“Hey Hachirou-kun,” Shouta whispered back.

“Shouta-kun, do you think you can come over to my house after school? We could walk there together,”

He thought about it for a second, then he nodded slowly.

“Seriously?” I questioned in disbelief.

He nodded again, looking at me with uncertainty. “I just thought it wouldn’t hurt just to come over this once. It’s kind of boring to be by myself until my brother gets home from work all late.”

I caught the glare from Ms. Shiba looking at me from behind her novel silently urging me to go ahead. I don’t understand why all the teachers are suddenly butting in on my personal life, trying to get me to hook up with Shouta. I mean, I wanted to anyways but… it’s kind of weird to have your teacher suggest that kind of stuff.

“Well, it’s kind of the same with me too. My mom doesn’t get home until late and it’s just usually me and my brothers, who I don’t see much of anyways,” I added, glancing up at the ceiling, thinking of what else to say.

“ ‘You know, you and Shouta-chan would be so cute together, you know that?’” Ms Shiba said to me earlier. “‘ He’d be pretty easy too… if you know what I mean. He’s adorable, quiet,…’” she trailed off. Then she had gotten closer and whispered, “ ‘And he probably lusts for it nightly too.’”

Why she said all that, I don’t know. But that last part made me start laughing at the thought of a goody-goody like him lusting after a bad boy like me. I had to look away and cover my mouth so Shouta sitting right beside me wouldn’t notice my laughter. But then again, it happens all the time in love stories. The innocent good child falls in love with the wild bad-boy they always wished they could be. Did Shouta-kun really want a bad boy?
“
So… it’s agreed that I’ll walk home with you okay?” Shouta said.

***

“Shichirou, this is my friend Shouta-kun,” I said as I motioned to Shouta standing beside me.

“What happened to Kaito-kun? You guys aren’t friends anymore?” Shichirou asked.

“Just because I don’t bring Kaito with me one day, we’re suddenly not friends anymore? Chill out Shichirou,” I replied.

Shouta walked beside me carrying his book bag with the face of a cute little kid. Shichirou glanced at him and whispered to me, “That Shouta sure is cute, I’m surprised I’ve never noticed him before.”

I held Shouta’s hand and replied, “I’m sure an upperclassman like you wouldn’t understand but, Shouta’s my diamond in the rough.”

“What?… You’re real funny Hachirou,” Shichirou chuckled.

“And you’d better not steal him from me,” I said, as I held Shouta-kun’s hand to my mouth and licked it. What possessed me to lick his hand, I don’t know, but he got all freaked out and pulled his hand away really quick.
“H-Hachirou-kun!” he exclaimed, rubbing his hand like it was wounded.

At that point we had both stopped walking and Shichirou turned around to see what was going on. “Would you two come on?”

We kept walking, and Shouta-kun kept on with his not saying anything. In fact, I thought he looked kind of sad, like he was going to cry. But it might’ve been my imagination. So when he looked at me, I bit my thumb, to see if he remembered. He blushed and looked away quickly, so yeah, he remembered.

And I’m doing it this time.

Shouta's POV
I thought I knew what I was really getting myself into this time, I swear I really did. I knew I was sticking my head in the lion’s mouth when I agreed to go to Hachirou’s house knowing full well that his mother isn’t home until late. But I didn’t anticipate that he was planning on going as far as I think he’s planning on, since he bit his thumb.

I was silently freaking out in my head as we walked. I was planning on being more adult about this , but I might’ve bitten off more than I could chew. Well, I’m sure he isn’t going to just lunge on me the moment he enters the house, I thought, trying to calm myself down.

We got to the pale yellow house finally, and we walked inside. It seemed super normal. We kicked off our shoes and left our jackets and backpacks in the living room closet.

“Where’s your little brother?” I asked as I sat on the pale pink couch.

“He doesn’t get home until 4,” Shichirou replied as he sat beside me and turned on the tv.

“I’ll go get something for us to drink okay?” Hachirou announced as he walked into the kitchen.

I was left sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Shichirou, watching as he flipped through the channels faster than you could see what’s on them.

“Hey Shouta-kun,” Shichirou said as he changed more channels.

“Um… yeah?”

“You know, if you’re ever interested, you could start kicking it with me instead if Hachirou just doesn’t… cut it for you. Don’t feel too bad, he still has his little fuck buddy Kaito-kun so he’ll be-”

But before Shichirou could finish, he had cold lemonade running down his face. Hachirou was standing behind the couch, holding an over-turned glass that was dripping.

“Why do you learn to shut the fuck up for once and stop getting into shit okay? Damn!” Hachirou yelled, dropping the empty glass into Shichirou’s lap, softly enough so it didn‘t break.

“It’s probably better you saw this Shouta-kun, the little bitch has bad anger issues,” Shichirou turned to me.

That was so weird, Hachirou is usually so nice but he just turned nasty so quick…

Hachirou, holding the remaining two glasses, said, “Shouta-kun, let’s go up to my room okay?”

I obediently followed, to avoid him doing something crazy like throwing a glass at me.

***

“Just ignore what my brother said,” Hachirou explained when we walked into his room. He closed the door sat the glasses of lemonade on top of his dresser. Then he walked to the other side of the room and started looking through his closet, his huge closet.

Just by looking around the room, I figured his single mother was very well-to-do because he had a full-size bed, a giant closet, his own computer, his own tv, video games, his own dvd player, and a cell phone. I didn’t have a tv in my room, a big closet or bed, or a cell phone. And I had to share the computer with my brother.

His ringing cell phone interrupted the uncomfortable silence and he picked it up, looking at the number. “God, won’t he leave me alone?” I heard him mumble before turning it off. Then, he looked back at me. “I’m sorry Shouta-kun, you wanna watch tv?” I nodded.

He handed me the remote, then headed back over to his closet. He’s being really polite, I thought, more polite than I ever imagined.

In fact, as I flipped through the channels absent-mindedly (like I just criticized Shichirou for doing), I thought about that dream I had about Hachirou the other night. He did stuff like I thought a guy called Mr. Eight-guys-in-one-night should do. He pushed me on the bed, forced himself on top of me and started undressing me, telling me to stay still. I’m not sure quite where I got that from, but I thought maybe he do something more… wild. Something like tear my clothes off as soon as we get to the room and just do it right on the floor.

I shook my head and dismissed those crazy fantasies, thinking I should be happier he’s being on his best behavior. I turned to him and saw him changing from his school uniform into his regular clothes. I turned super scarlet, knowing that I shouldn’t be watching that but I was so watching it. It seemed to happen in slow motion as he took his uniform shirt off revealing his tan sexy six-pack… oh God, did I just think that out loud?

I drank some of the lemonade, trying to calm myself down. I’m such a wuss, I go red at the sight of a guy take his shirt off… and his pants… and now he’s in his underwear, probably unaware of the fact that I’m even watching him. Did he forget I was here?

When he had his clothes on, he said, “Shou-kun I’ll be right back okay?” and walked out the room, closing the door.

Some Girls Gone Wild commercial was on, which kind of reminded me how guys thought I was weird in middle-school because I never was interested in those porno mags the other guys would steal from their big brother’s bedrooms. But then I sneezed, so I went looking for tissues in the drawer of the end table sitting next to his bed. I found tissues, but more interesting was what I found under the tissue box. Three Star Studs magazines, and while the name was uncreative, the concept was simple enough: bunches of naked or practically naked guys. I never even imagined that they sold stuff like this because I didn’t think their target seller, girls, looked at stuff like this like guys did.

But I also thought that only people who couldn’t get any looked at stuff like this…

I opened one of them (even though I shouldn’t have) and some pictures came falling out. That was the more interesting part. There was two pictures of Kaito, a picture of Mr. Kojima (…???), a picture of some black-haired boy I didn’t even know, and… three pictures of me?

“…Shouta-kun?”

I shot up quickly, all those pictures and the magazines falling out my lap unto the floor. “I was just looking for tissues!” I exclaimed, panic-stricken.

Hachirou's POV
I was so stupid! I don’t know why the hell didn’t I hide those! I feel like a fucking idiot… I tried everything to avoid me looking like some desperate weirdo, and now I look like a giant perv.

I got to my knees and started putting it all back in the drawer, trying to avoid eye contact with him. As the silence just seemed to tick on forever, he finally said, “Mr. Kojima though?”

“…Mr. Kojima is sexy with his 27-year-old self,” I replied.

“I guess so…,” Shouta agreed, clutching one of the pillows on my bed. “But he has a bad attitude.”

“To most people, he does, but me and him get along. Especially after I spent time earlier trying to comfort him after his untimely demise with Mr. Sakata earlier. Unfortunately, he really liked Mr. Sakata, completely forgetting that he has a wife, and fell in a one-sided love with him and only got any sort of sustenance through fucking him every time they had a chance. He’s actually kind of a vulnerable guy when it comes to relationships and his emotions, he was crying,”

“Wow… I didn’t think Mr. Kojima even had a sensitive side,” Shouta gasped. “So who’s the boy with the black hair?” Shouta asked, pointing to the other picture. “I’ve never seen him at school before.”

“Well… I suppose I’d tell you about that but, I just can’t right now. It’s too embarrassing,” I sighed. “You understand, right?”

“Yeah, I understand. But what I don’t understand is, why all the pictures of me?” he questioned, laying on the bed on his stomach.

He really is playing twenty-questions isn’t he? I swear, I’d never have someone give me such a hard time like Shouta is. I’m trying to behave myself, but we’re not really getting anywhere and it’s almost five.

“I suppose you don’t have to answer that,” he mumbled, looking at the comforter.

I think it’d be better if I didn’t. After all, he probably wouldn’t want to know.

“Hachirou-kun, you’re not acting like yourself at all!” he practically yelled.

“What do you mean? I’m totally myself!” I argued, closing the drawer and standing up.

“You aren’t coming on to me at all!” he exclaimed, sitting up on the bed. “You’re not even behaving the way I thought someone who’s called Mr. Eight-guys-in-one-night would!”

“That whole nickname is just a stupid rumor! I can count the number of people I’ve slept with in my whole life on one hand! It’s practically impossible to sleep with that many people in one night anyways! Besides, why are you so worried about me coming on to you? I thought you were supposed to be good!”

“I’m sick of being good! And anyways, how about when you called me your diamond in the rough earlier?”

“I thought diamonds were a little harder to get at,”

“And how about you tried to have sex with me in the locker room?”

“Once I thought about it, you were way worth more than that,” I explained.

“But I’m so tight-knit…,” He whined, as he took his uniform shirt off. “Why can’t I let loose for once?”

“Because…,” I replied, taking my shirt off as well as I tried to think of something. “Because you’re not supposed to! And you’re not supposed to make this so easy either!”

“And why not?” he countered as he took his belt off.

“Because you’re a cute little virgin, that’s why!” I argued, following suit.

“Well, I’m going to remain a cute little virgin unless you do something about that,” he pointed out, making the cutest little baby face as he twisted the belt between his hands as he sat upright on the bed. Then, he threw the belt onto the floor with the shirt.

“Then you asked for it,” I said, dropping the belt and climbing on the bed with him.

I pushed him down on the bed, and we started making out. I kind of felt him up as we did, and in between kisses I said, “You’re going to regret this.”

“Nuh-uh,” he responded.

“You hardly even know me,” I warned.

“So?”

I’m not quite sure but, something here wasn’t quite right. I was being the worrier and Shouta was too enthusiastic about it. This was the single craziest thing I’ve ever been through but yet I couldn’t believe it was happening.

I held his hands down, and announced, “If you would… If you would be my boyfriend, then I promise you’ll be the only one I ever screw around with.”

“Huh?” he gasped. Then, his face turned red and he had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him. “Yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend.”

To Be Continued...