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“So, are you still good with Ranmaru-san?” asked Haruaki, not taking his eyes away from his oden.
Doing a spit take, The principal was quickly hunched over and hacking away.
“H-how-” cough. “Did you-” cough. “know that.” Rintarou was quick to start patting away his back, fearing the source of his paycheck dying.
“Ah. Whoops.”
“DONT ‘Ah whoops’ ME. Answer the damn question.” Haruaki could see the principal's face burning with embarrassment. He thought his relationship a well-kept secret, so how did his employees know about it? Did Akira-kun run his mouth off? No, that wouldn’t have benefited him in any way.
“Don’t you remember? Back in Kyoto, when we had a meal on that boat. You kinda admitted that you were…intimate with Ranmaru-san.” Haruaki cut in, answering the principal’s internal monologue.
Mortified, Douman hid his face in his hands. He really shouldn’t have trusted that tengu when he said that he didn’t run his mouth while drunk. He should’ve also known that taking his juniors out for food and drinks was a bad idea. Maybe he was starting to catch some of Haruaki’s natural bad luck.
“Please don’t yell out your frustrations, you’re gonna disturb everyone else.” Complained Izuna.
“Do you…also know?”
“Mm yeah. We had our suspicions and kinda figured it out ourselves. Maybe if you wanted to be more secretive, hide your neck better.” The principal's hands flew to his neck, instinctively hiding any possible markings. He was going to give Ranmaru a good smack on the head for leaving marks in such a visible spot.
Izuna was surprised that someone could become so red. What was so embarrassing about it anyways? They were both grown adults. It wasn’t strange that they would have some relationships on the side. Maybe he was embarrassed that dating a low-life thief would tarnish his reputation as a respectable principal. He’d seen how the principal acted behind closed doors enough to know that the dignified image was all a farce.
“And don’t share clothes with your boyfriend or let him call you a cute nickname,” added Rintarou to the humiliation with a snicker.
“I think one of my students knew it too because after the culture festival, Hijita muttered something about ‘the principal and his friend’ and how he should’ve charged them a ‘couples’ fee. Many students on that Kyoto trip probably suspected something too.”
“That's it. I’m firing you guys. I’m utterly humiliated. I can’t even win in secret keeping.”
“Don’t worry Principal-san! We support you!” Haruaki looked at his two other friends with twinkling eyes for further confirmation.
“Uh yeah sure.” Izuna and Rinatrou said in unison. They really didn’t care about the principal’s sexuality or anything, they just wanted free food and booze.
Though Douman’s heart felt a bit lighter from confessing his secrets, his blood pressure was quickly rising to his head. Damned brats gave him a migraine.