Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Rumbling hummed in his ears. A quiet, nearly imperceptible humming of a bullet train passing over its magnetic rails at a blistering speed. The humming was more than not coming from because he had the back of his raven haired covered head pressed against the thick, double paned glass with his eyes closed. Dressed in a light brown and green sweater vest, his square rimmed glassed hanging off his nose with an obvious tilt. One wouldn't expect the man to be a teacher, but that he was. And on the opposite end of the train car were a small group of students. Closest to him was a group of five young men, maybe a decade younger, probably more, wearing the uniform of his school. And beyond them, she was. The student that from the rumors that every male student lusted after, and many of the teachers as well.
He however, did his best to not care. She looked to young, she was to young honestly as she was his student. But those excuses were just the ones that the teacher had convinced himself of. In actuality he knew that the neko student looked more mature than he eould give her credit for, and a soft flutter of heat flushed over him any time he called her out or noticed she was near. Yes, he was no better than the rest. Or he was, since he would never, ever, ever admit to his attraction to a student. With a musical chime and a singsongy voice to tell that they were nearing to his stop, he began to stand and pull the briefcase from the overhead rack.
Leaving the train he noticed something different. Boys. Normally they leave after this stop which made this all strange. What were they doing? Going to an arcade or a friend's house maybe? The teacher, who had been named Milo but only let his students call him by his given last name, Nakamura. Something he took from his mother. Unsure of where they were going he watched for a time and then the figurative bulb flickered to life. They were following the neko student. He doubted they had any ill suited plans, but he followed a few blocks behind anyways.
He however, did his best to not care. She looked to young, she was to young honestly as she was his student. But those excuses were just the ones that the teacher had convinced himself of. In actuality he knew that the neko student looked more mature than he eould give her credit for, and a soft flutter of heat flushed over him any time he called her out or noticed she was near. Yes, he was no better than the rest. Or he was, since he would never, ever, ever admit to his attraction to a student. With a musical chime and a singsongy voice to tell that they were nearing to his stop, he began to stand and pull the briefcase from the overhead rack.
Leaving the train he noticed something different. Boys. Normally they leave after this stop which made this all strange. What were they doing? Going to an arcade or a friend's house maybe? The teacher, who had been named Milo but only let his students call him by his given last name, Nakamura. Something he took from his mother. Unsure of where they were going he watched for a time and then the figurative bulb flickered to life. They were following the neko student. He doubted they had any ill suited plans, but he followed a few blocks behind anyways.
