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Minato went into the next day, Friday, with a plan. This wasn't to get something he wanted, however, like his plan to introduce nudity into the art club. That had been a grand success - but only for two days, and then the bottle had cracked, and the lightning of those two days had escaped, never to be recaptured. There was not much Fuuka needed to say to him when they met at the school gate; the commute home after art club had been filled with enough conversation for two days.
No one running up the wide avenue to the front doors would ever guess what Minato and Fuuka now knew of each other. They acknowledged each other, bowed slightly, smiled, and walked into their next school day together.
Homeroom, of course, had been colored, even tainted, by the events of the previous day. Still, Ms. Toriumi dared not tell the class of what she had seen. Only the messy-haired boy in question could perceive any difference in their teacher; because he was the only one keeping track of how many glances she threw his way. Every day this week, at every scant moment she could, she had seemingly refreshed her memory by looking at him. This day, however, she had to have been avoiding his side of the room purposefully. To answer questions, she called upon students who were wholly unprepared, because they sat nowhere near the spot she usually went to. Mr. Ekoda had probably gotten on her case about the diversity of students she called up to the blackboard, the rest of the second-years concluded after the bell had rung. Minato said nothing of the truth, as Ms. Toriumi continued to avert her eyes from him, even as he walked out the door to his next class.
He had expected to feel like king of the world, the day after asserting his manhood to his favorite teacher. His opportunistic plan had been a success, after all; he had somehow contrived a scenario, manipulated the pieces, so that he could embody a fantasy come true, right in his friend Fuuka's art club, and now four people knew what he looked like from head to toe, nothing to hide. Almost nothing, anyway... he couldn't say that his homeroom teacher had been none the wiser.
Her pointed refusal to acknowledge him was starting to sink into the cracks in his ego and stress them further, for the rest of that school day. Through math class, biology, history, his mind was still in homeroom, wishing Ms. Toriumi had shown him any amount of respect. Even at lunch, he was preparing to take the corner seat of his friends' table and not speak much, so distracted was he.
Before that unforgettable day had come, Minato had simulated the event in his head and imagined what the aftermath would feel like. He had anticipated that by now he would be fighting boners in his pants for at least the rest of the week, whenever he looked at Ms. Toriumi or at Fuuka. Yet, when passing Ms. Toriumi in the hall, Minato's body dared not stir. Instead, he had hidden his eyes behind his hair and quickly left her sight. Still, there was something he had to do today...
Just then, as he stood absent-mindedly in front of a classroom, Fuuka and her teal cardigan approached. Her dense black skirt swung to and fro when she stopped at his side. "Hi, Minato."
In her eyes, he saw the warm acceptance of a close confidant. There was no fear, no embarrassment, no loss of confidence. Minato smiled; Fuuka was a true comrade, and incredibly, she now stood closer to him than she would ever have comfortably settled upon just that past week.
"Yes, Fuuka?"
"I was thinking of waiting on you after school and walking home with you, after you talk with Ms. Toriumi. Would that be alright?"
"Oh, yes, I would like that."
"Okay. Also... would you like to hang out today? Once we're back at the dorm, I mean?"
Minato concealed a flush of heat from his heart, which radiated both up and down his body. He felt extremely lucky to know this girl, who could still trust him to be a friend even after crossing such a clearly-demarcated line together. What had he done so right, that this beautiful and kind girl could accept him into her life, and even her experiments with societal rules that her parents just as well assumed that she'd never break? He nearly had to stop from pinching himself. "Sure," he said coolly.
"Okay! Just come find me by the shoe lockers after you talk to her. See you soon!" she said as she galloped off to their lunch table.
Only then, with a moment to introspect, did he notice that something felt different. His eyes shot down. Oh, crap, he thought to himself. There it was, that unmistakably heavy impression against his trousers. He'd thought that would happen, but then didn't think it would happen, but now it had, and he hoped that Fuuka hadn't noticed. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, though, since she had seen exactly what made this tent in his black dress pants...
I need to sit down and think, Minato thought. He walked into the boy's restroom, mercifully placed just in front of him. He kept his hands in his pockets and bent his back slightly as he quietly excused himself into relative privacy. To think about his plan, of course...
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Dust hung from the ceiling of Isako Toriumi's homeroom. In the stillness, she finally had time to think about what had happened the day previous. She could hardly believe her own memory of what she saw, and where her hands had been...
But of course, lately, Ms. Toriumi only got a scant moment here or there to gather her thoughts, before something always interrupted her. An unsettling breeze signaled that her door was opening - the latest interruption. Ugh, what is it this time? she pleaded to no one.
Standing there, his hand on the door, was the boy she hadn't stopped seeing that whole week. His appearance was darker and heavier than the exact image of him that had repeated in her mind for, well, about twenty-four hours now.
He was first to pierce the thick air between them. The door knocked three times, as he spoke. "Um... are you available to talk?"
The teacher brushed dust off the thighs of her pantsuit as she leaned back in her seat. "Yes, I am. And you have something you need to say to me."
Minato closed the door behind him, resealing the classroom from prying eyes and ears. "It's about, uh..."
"About yesterday?" she pressed firmly. Minato kept his chin pointed at the floor. "That's obvious."
"Y-yeah..." Minato croaked. Ms. Toriumi allowed a deadly silence to charge the air, while Minato stood frozen.
"Do you understand exactly what you did yesterday, or do I have to explain this to you?"
Though he had heard the fear in his friends' throats when they had described a signature Ms. Toriumi dressing-down, Minato was stopped in his tracks by an impulse that tickled the back of his mind. Her voice had never before sounded quite so serious, so mature, so... alluring. This thought tickled his spine, straightening it.
His eyes wandered. "I, uh... I didn't tell you that Fuuka was joining in."
Ms. Toriumi's hands gripped her chair tightly. "You're kidding. You must be kidding, right?"
Minato said nothing, but met her eyes, and let his own hang open like a doe's. His boyish charms were met with a sharp glare from the woman sitting in front of him.
"Get real!" Ms. Toriumi spat. With each moment that passed, staring at her student's picture-perfect eyes, the electricity built up in her body until she had to let it out. Her voice raised. "You acted like you were innocently proposing an idea to improve art club, and then when I walked in to check you-- to check in on you... I come to find out that you just wanted to show your prick to people. Ugh, why did I ever believe you... ?"
Minato silently relished in the sensation of hearing his teacher describe his lewd actions in her own words. In a silence that the desperate Isako thought was scaring him straight, he instead let out the slightest tremble of his breath as his mind dictated the words back to him. She had seen it, remembered it, and just called it his "prick", no doubt as she replayed her fresh memories of it in her mind...
But of course, he had to come back down to earth and keep his story straight. When he finally cleared his throat, he caught her eyes jumping back up to his own. The ball was in his court, he saw clearly. "Th-that was an uncontrollable response. I regret that it happened, it was very embarrassing for me."
"Oh, you're talking about your hard-on?" she snapped back at him. "What kind of a fool do you take me for, Minato Arisato? You think I don't know how men work?"
The boy's eyes narrowed. A dozen possible responses flew past the front of his mind, but most of them would not serve as anything more than hits to his teacher's ego - this teacher who apparently knew "how men work" so well that she was single and lusting after her own student. Instead, he called his rational side, and chose a response that was the most actionable.
"So you know that it can be triggered by physical... stimulation? You're really acting like you didn't reach out and grab my penis with your hand? I'm not going to pretend that didn't happen. You should apologize to me."
Ms. Toriumi suddenly choked down a lump in her throat. She slammed her hands down on her desk and lifted herself out of her seat. "No, no, no! You are the one who's going to apologize, for exposing me to your... just... ugh! The au-dacity to walk into my classroom and tell me to apologize, for being an unwilling participant in your creepy little fantasies!"
"You grabbed my genitals without my consent. That's sexual assault. I could walk down the stairs and into the faculty office and tell Mr. Ekoda what you did."
"You would-- now, hang on!"
"How would your face look in the newspapers, huh? Huh?!"
"Quit joking!"
"'She did what to a sixteen-year-old--'"
"QUIET!!"
Their conversation had spilled outside of the thin wooden doors of the classroom with that. Minato had been putting on an affect at first, but now he actually found himself huffing and puffing, as the last echoes of Toriumi's desperate command thudded to the floor. No doubt, students in the hallway had heard that single shouted word, but none would open the door to intrude. Such was the desire of society to keep moving, like all is well. Perhaps Ms. Toriumi had been banking on this feature of their society, in order to skirt past the fact that she had, just one day ago, reached out and grabbed her own student by the genitals. With Minato stating the obvious, though, she saw the curtain on her facade pulled back. She had to face her actions, after all. Even her initial decision, to allow the students to have nudity in the art club, was bad enough to begin with - there was just no way to look good coming out of this mire of her own making. She dared not play her hand by saying so out loud, but still she knew Minato would not be letting her get away with her part.
She sank back down into her seat, with a sigh of defeat. She and the boy both understood, now, that she would have to cut a deal, and he had the bargaining power. "Okay. Let's calmly talk this through, like adults."
"I'm not an adult - that's why this is a bad look for you," Minato said as he, calmly, walked up to Ms. Toriumi's desk and sat across from her.
"Yes, it-- ugh..." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know. I would just... really like to move on from this, and get back to work as usual."
To Minato, the exasperated, defeated woman in front of him may as well have been on her knees, licking his leather loafers. For this thirty-five-year-old woman to be speaking like this to him, with such a shameful hush in her tone, he must have just brought her the closest she'd ever come to literally begging for mercy. He could probably do anything at all in this room now, with her body like putty in his hands, and he would still walk out of the room with all of the power in this exchange - all because his buttoned-up teacher couldn't stop herself from getting wet over him. From under her desk, right below her nose, he felt his power swelling in his crotch. He indulged in one hand squeezing the hot mass under his fly as he spoke to Ms. Toriumi.
"So you know that it's only out of the kindness of my heart that I'll let you keep this job? Even allowing us to have nudity in the art club that you sponsor... that alone would be career-ending if it got out."
Toriumi's shoulders sank as she purged all her air in one, long sigh. "I really thought you kids just had an eye for art... I don't know how... God, I don't even know." She looked liable to burst into tears. "Look... can I ask you something?"
Minato leaned back slightly, though careful to keep his lower half obscured. "Sure."
"You were aroused by the idea, weren't you?"
Minato blinked. Toriumi looked so tortured, he granted her an ounce of pity... but only that. "Only to the extent that any teenager would," he said.
"Of course... I can't expect you kids to be perfectly pure, I suppose." The weight of her mistakes pulled down on her eyelids. "Still... the art club really is short on supplies, right? And if that boundary was done away with, there would be nothing wrong with allowing that in the art club?"
Minato smiled. "True, and true. And we trusted you, so we didn't have a problem with you walking in and looking at us, either."
"You... trusted me? I thought we just had, what was it... mutually-assured destruction." Toriumi scoffed and rolled her eyes at her own words.
Minato cocked his head. "That's what I mean. We knew it would be exciting for you to walk in and look at me naked. It was a bit exciting for everyone. That's why we all needed our little... insurance policies. To safely explore this boundary." His smile then took on a devilish curl, as if to ask Isako, And it was exciting for you, wasn't it?
Isako saw that, and her nostrils flared. "I can't believe you got Fuuka to join you. Another woman seeing her is one thing, but I wish she would have pieced it together that you just wanted to see her naked."
"Actually, she asked me if she could do it." He looked for Isako's eyes to widen, right on cue. "I never gave her the idea, she came up to me on her own with it. So, I think she knows."
After a moment, Isako shook the dumbfounded surprise from her face. "Wait-- knows what?"
"She knows that her body is a hot commodity, and people want to see her naked. She knows. So, that she would willingly ask to be naked in front of Bebe and I, just goes to show her trust in us. And in you. And also, she's trusting that this conversation will reach an agreement so we can all learn our lesson and move on, just like you said."
Toriumi shook her head in disbelief. "I-I don't think you can speak for her like that! Don't... don't talk about your female classmates that way!"
"Fine, then I'll speak for you," Minato said. "It's okay to be attracted to me, as long as you don't act on it. The reason we're here right now is because you acted on it. That's all."
Isako had no words to catch in her throat this time. She froze, unsure how to process hearing something just then that sounded so familiar to her. "Um, huh?"
"That's all. You're the adult. I made a mistake, and I learned from it, so now you have to, too. I don't want you to lose your job. Actually, I think you're a really good teacher."
Isako looked at the boy whom she'd allowed to torment her so, and finally, for the first time during this conversation, felt assured that she was going to be okay. This allowed her to slowly regain the teacherly, practiced tone to her voice that she always portrayed to her students. Almost always, anyway - but Minato Arisato had surely taught her something. She would never again let herself believe that a student couldn't get the best of her.
"Umm... thank you, Minato. How sweet of you to say, after all this."
"It's the truth. By the way," Minato said, barely stirring in his seat, "I think you're attractive, too. So, it was pretty exciting to be naked in front of you."
Isako had no leg to stand on if she wanted to push back against Minato at this juncture. So instead, she vocalized the second thought that came to her. "That seems backwards. If you really thought that -" she realized just how embarrassing this was about to sound, but she didn't stop "- wouldn't you have asked me to model for you?" She squeezed her eyes shut, cringing at her own question.
Minato chuckled, like a professional fencer chuckles after sparring with an evenly-matched opponent. "I know you stay after school hours because you have more work to do. That wouldn't have worked out for all of us."
"No consideration that I would have said no?"
"Well..." Minato rubbed the back of his head, but kept one hand in his lap. "That, too."
"Uh-huh," Isako said flatly. She really was talking to a teenaged boy - god, she felt so stupid now. "I see right through you, Arisato."
She was wrong - so, so very wrong - but Minato chose to say nothing in response.
Isako took this as a chance to end this conversation with her career, and most of her dignity, intact. "So, we have an understanding, then? We take what happened this week to the grave?"
"To the grave," Minato said as he crossed his heart.
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow, then," Isako said as she stood up from her chair.
Minato stood up, too - only to show Isako his last hurrah. Without even an attempt to hide it, Minato showed his teacher the firm tent that had risen in the crotch of his tight black slacks. Clearly, Minato saw no reason left that Isako should be spared from knowing that he had a thick, powerful erection. Other than the way it naturally stuck out from his freshly-ironed dress pants, he called no attention to his erection, either - he simply stood up with it raging in his pants, and reached his right hand out to Isako. In one last admission of her submission to him, she took it, and pretended that it was a polite handshake, and not a twisted show of power. The smug boy proudly said, "Yep, you really are my favorite teacher!"
Isako watched the boy turn and walk to the door after this display, and from behind she saw the boy's arms making adjustments and closing his jacket before he took hold of the door and left her presence.
Alone in her homeroom once again, many creeping thoughts she'd pushed down the night prior came crawling back up. A sixteen-year-old boy had just asserted his dominance over her, without having even touched her - until she had willingly shaken his hand, that is. Sitting back down in her chair, her body became just as confused as her head. Some parts of her twitched and shook as if she would cry, other parts twisted as in the beginnings of a good laugh, and yet Isako Toriumi still, against her better judgement and her every wish to have even some control left to herself, could not stop certain other parts of her body from taunting her with the sudden heat, and the deep ache, of a profound arousal.
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"So, just to be sure, it's really all taken care of?"
Minato had one foot on the first step leading up to the front door of the dormitories where he and Fuuka lived after school. His other foot was still on the sidewalk, where Fuuka stood looking up to him, almost as if pleading for his response.
"Yep. Our talk went well, and Ms. Toriumi and I both agreed to leave this week in the past where it won't hurt either of us. Or you."
Fuuka sighed, with a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. "Oh, good. Thank you so, so much, Minato. If my parents found out about what I did this week, this life I've been enjoying with you and all the others in the dorm would be over for sure."
"Yeah, so we're not going to mention it to anyone, ever."
Fuuka nodded firmly. "Right. Not that what we did was shameful in any way, but because the world wouldn't understand."
"And the world includes your parents."
"Mm-hmm." Fuuka nodded again, but this time she developed a smile that, completely unlike her, looked downright naughty. She even chuckled to herself as she found the words to describe her devious little thought. "And it includes all our friends... and the people walking past us on the sidewalk right now."
Minato cocked his head, honestly surprised and not capable of more than a simple, "Right..."
"Oh, speaking of the others," Fuuka said, "I think you should hang out in the lounge while I go to my room and prepare."
"Prepare?"
"For our little hangout, remember? I asked if you'd like to hang out after we got home. I'm not letting you back out of that!"
Minato's head and shoulders reflexively dodged backward. His ordinarily shy, quiet friend may as well have thrown her fist at his face - it would've been equally as surprising to him. "Oh, right, that. I was going to ask where we're doing that... whatever it is." A torrent of ideas poured through Minato's head, but he dared not allow Fuuka to be suspicious of him.
"It's going to be in my room," Fuuka said with a smirk. "But, I don't really want to draw attention to it, so you go relax in the lounge until everyone's eyes are off of us. I'll text you when you can come to my room."
Minato silently prayed that he wasn't imagining the devilish, sneaky expression on his friend's face. Whatever she was thinking of seemed to be tickling her red. Minato carefully replied, "Cool. Now, they'll definitely notice if we're lingering at the front door any longer."
With a nod from his adorable friend, the two trotted up the stairs and entered the dusty, thinly-carpeted dorm building. A chorus of their friends rang out, each singing a different tune: "Welcome back"; "'Sup, dude?"; and a teasing, "Where've you been?"; all greetings which had become part of the routine of living here. Minato, in accordance with Fuuka's plan, fielded all their greetings and sat down on the couch just past the door, while Fuuka slinked off to the stairwell. An experienced bullshit artist at this point, Minato expertly deflected all their friends' polite inquiries about their day: Fuuka had been picked to clean her classroom while he'd had an emergency track team meeting; no, it was nothing serious, just a minor sprain in one of the runners which would have healed by now if he would just chill out; yes, he and Fuuka had gotten takoyaki afterwards and took the same train home; no, he wasn't hungry, but dinner was smelling good indeed, and it was nice of Yukari to offer; yes, she should just give his portion to Junpei instead; no, not to Akihiko, because Junpei needed a reason to lay off the instant ramen for at least one day.
After some more of this, the group left Minato to his usual, introverted self. As he sat still on the couch, most of the others gathered in the kitchen to annoy Yukari with questions about dinner, and Mitsuru had her face in a book, paying no mind to anything else. Minato held his phone in his hand, having switched it to silent mode.
Just then, with perfect timing, a text message from Fuuka lit up the screen: "Ready when you are! :)"
Not too sudden but not too carefully either, Minato arose and made his way to the stairs. Mitsuru did not even look up from her book, and like a bandit, Minato made his way to the third floor, where the girls' dorms were. He held up his fist to knock, but then tried to predict what Fuuka would prefer. He decided Fuuka would want him to enter silently, so, forgoing his usual etiquette, Minato grasped the handle of Fuuka's bedroom door and walked right in.
In a flurry of her dense, layered hair, Fuuka whipped her head around to see who was opening her door. Upon seeing Minato, she smiled, and held her forefinger to her lips, as Minato quietly closed the door behind him. Her bare calves and feet poked out from underneath her light-green bathrobe, the very same robe she had brought to school the day prior. She clutched the bathrobe shut with one hand while the other still shushed Minato, her smile growing and growing from behind her teasing finger.
Near the door, she had placed a small chair, and on the chair lay a large sketchpad. This was indeed one of the ideas that had formed in Minato's excited imagination, and he promptly sat down, taking the sketchpad in hand.
"That's odd, I didn't hear the water being turned on."
"Oh, I didn't shower," said Fuuka, one hand in her pocket. Her hand emerged holding a thick pencil, clearly meant for serious artists rather than giddy little schoolchildren, and she extended it to him. "I just changed."
"So," Minato said as he took the pencil, "you want to keep modeling?"
"It's more than just that," Fuuka replied. "You never got a chance to draw from a live reference, like we all did." She looked down at her own, loosely-dressed form. "So, since you've seen all of... this, already, I thought I wouldn't mind providing you the chance to do that."
"All of what?" he obviously bluffed.
"Oh, don't make me say it..."
She blushed, but Minato allowed the tension to fill her room. Finally, with a sigh, she played along.
"All of... me. It's okay, because you've seen all of me before."
"I would appreciate that, very much."
Suddenly, surprising both of them, she let out a giggle, which she stifled with her hand. "Actually, it's kind of liberating. On the ride to school yesterday, a part of me thought that showing you everything would make our relationship more complicated, but it actually feels like the total opposite. I no longer have any worries about modesty around you, and it's like a whole source of stress has been thrown out, just like that. Like it doesn't even matter what state you may 'catch' me in, in the future, because it's nothing you haven't seen before. Now I feel less stress around you than any other male friend, because we have less secrets."
Minato watched Fuuka's porcelain feet pressing into her carpet, turning over her words in his thoughts. "I'm... glad you feel that you can trust me."
"Mhm! And that part of me that was worried yesterday, has been replaced with a part of me that wonders what would happen if I just... walked out of this room and..."
Fuuka tore apart the straps of her bathrobe, the last thing holding her modesty together, and flung the whole garment off of her shoulders. It had been the only piece of cloth covering her, and now without it, nothing but air lay between Minato's eyes and her body.
Fuuka's newfound boldness amused herself, summoning another cute giggle that made her body shake in ways that only Minato could see. She opened her glittering eyes and brought one hand to her chin, leaving the other one to hang at her hip, and her entire body to stay in Minato's sight. "It's more like... I got to see Bebe's perception of me, and Natsuki's perception of me, but I still want to see your perception of me."
Chuckling at the nerdy girl's nudity, Minato grabbed the sketchpad she'd left for him and took his seat. "That's very nice of you to offer."
"Oh, you think it's nice?" Fuuka asked with a smile. She popped a hip to one side and propped her free hand onto it, smirking when Minato's eyes were drawn to that spot exactly the way she'd expected. Minato had seen many parts of Fuuka that he'd never expected to see, but he was shocked all over again at the sight of her... teasing! Fuuka, teasing a boy with her feminine curves? Surely not another soul had seen this from her in all her days.
After a thickly-charged moment spent with Minato staring at the indent of her hip bones against her skin, she laughed - not a giggle, a full-on laugh, which she then quickly stifled with her raised hand. She laughed into her hand again when Minato turned his head with a blush, looking downright bashful. Finally, when she was back under her own control, she fanned herself and said, "Gosh, I never realized how fun it is to show yourself off! I could just stay this way for hours..."
"Wait," Minato interjected. "That's it. Just like that, hold that pose."
"Oh, like this?" Fuuka said, doing her best to look back at the boy with her eyes and not her chin. One hand laid against her hip, her weight still shifted to that leg, creating the most gorgeous curve from her waist, over her round hips and down her smooth thighs. That arm created a bold right angle, and her other arm was its mirror image, leading up and ending with her other hand, a downturned palm parallel with the floor. Her fingers lay suspended in air just inches from her face. While her actual face was angled to her side, her nude body faced her observer straight ahead. Her raised breasts topped with brown nipples, her pudgy stomach notched in the center by her navel, and the inviting folds of her smooth slit all looked like a platter of sweet treats she was presenting to her friend.
Yet, instead of digging in and lapping it all up with a hungry mouth, her closest male friend would simply sit on a chair five feet from where she stood, and bring pencil to paper, and begin to replicate her most basic curves as best as he could. Now she understood why he'd asked her to hold this pose in particular; it was an expression of her newfound joy, in being proud of her body and unafraid to show it.
Slowly, a deep smile grew to span her bright red cheeks. It would not go away until Minato's pencil was half its present size. She entrusted her best male friend to preserve in art the elation she felt as she realized for the first time... she was happy in her own skin.
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Tatsuya: hey
Maya: heyyyy >_>
Tatsuya: something wrong?
Maya: u can alwas tell, cant y?
Tatsuya: sorry, I thought you wanted me to pick up on something
Maya: also correct... hehe x3 o but its noting to do w/ u tatsu! promise!
Tatsuya: rough week at school?
Maya: *siiiiiiggggghhhhhhh* yaaaaaaaa.................. v_v its best i dont think about it 2 much, it actualy has been making me mad thinking bout it
Tatsuya: maybe you need someone to talk about it with? you know I'm here for you Maya
Maya: ans jst how do you know i havent talked to anyone about it? well... its true, i havent, but i also kinda feel like i cant...
Tatsuya: you can tell me anything Maya, I promise everything you tell me stays between us
Maya: sigh... thx, i believe u tatsu :) maybe ur right, it would b nice to have someone listen, its just that i cant believe this is even something im having to deal with... this is not supposed to happen to me and im not supposed to talk abou tthis....
Tatsuya: it sounds really bad whatever happened... I'm sorry Maya
Maya: i think its over with, at least, i hope it is... ok, do u remember that one boy i told you about in my homeroom?
Tatsuya: Minato?
Maya: DONT say his name!!! im so mad at that boy, i dont even wanna hear or see his name!!! >:(((
Tatsuya: oh, what did he do?
Maya: turns out hes a little pervert like his friends, actually hes the biggest pervert in the class! he EXPOSED HIMSEFL to me!!!
Tatsuya: what?? how did this happen?
Maya: it wasnt during class of course... oh who am i kidding, nothing is "of course" anymore x_x anyway he waited until after school and hung around in a room that he knew i would walk into... so i walked in and there he was! and it wasnt even like a quick flash or whatevr, he was NAKED from head to toe!
Tatsuya: oh my god, how did he even pull that off?
Maya: who knows! who cares! just imagine the SHOCK that put me though...
Tatsuya: was this his idea of 'making a move'?
Maya: huh????
Tatsuya: maybe he knows that you have a crush on him?
Maya: ugh, that is thoroughly dead & buried now so dont even bring it up again... hes just a perverted little boy to me now... he even got an erection in front of me!!! disgusting creep >:(
Tatsuya: jeez, how come you didn't just turn around and get out of there though?
Maya: did you not see the word SHOCK? i was frozen in place! you try being sexually assaulted and see how you react! >:(
Tatsuya: okay, sorry, you're right,. I'm sorry that happened to you, and for not fully appreciating how it would affect you in the moment
Maya: thats right, i know ive doen all kinds of crazy shit but i never wanted a student walking right up to me as hes completely naked... flaunting it in my face
Tatsuya: can't you report him?
Maya: think again and just imagine how that looks, a teacher and a naked student in a room together? not jsut any student, but the one who has no parents to find out about it? im the adult so its my responsibility, even if he is a little pervert
Tatsuya: you're right... if you try anything he can just spin the story so you look bad
Maya: >:(
Tatsuya: really stuck between a rock and a hard thing
Maya: he told me thats exactly what hed do, so he forced me to promise that id never tell anyone
Tatsuya: and yet you're telling me... I'm glad you feel that you can trust me. :)
Maya: you already have enough dirt to bury me at this point, whats a lil more V_v; but at least u know my side of the story... i hope it never becomes a story but all i can do is trust him... u can see why i fidn that so hard?
Tatsuya: yeah, I guess you're being forced to trust someone who betrayed you to begin with...
Maya: and disrespected me! he was literally swinging his dick in my face, and now i have to just show up on monday and act like nothing happend? ive never felt so disrespected inmy whole life...
Tatsuya: I never really thought about it that way... man
Maya: i didnt study my ass off, and then work my ass off to become a teacher, just so a boy without any bloodflow to his brain could look at me like im a cut of meat in a suit... im a person goddammitt!!! so what if im a half decent looking woman, im a person!!!
Tatsuya: you're right... I'm really sorry
Maya: stop apologizing, u didnt do anything to me... except listen to me and make me feel safe and respected... thx for all that u do tatsu :')
Tatsuya: sorry, you know what I mean... I'm just sorry that he did that to you
Maya: well, i gess i was overdue for my reminder that im a woman in this world... someday all men will be like u tatsu, and then itll be alright
Tatsuya: are you glad you got to talk about it?
Maya: ya actually! u always make me feel better tatsu :3 welp, wanna grind some mobs or smth?
Tatsuya: that sounds fun, but actually, I have to get going. really sorry, I wish we had more time to hang out
Maya: hey, were adults, thats just how it goes ^_^ i wish our hangouts didnt have to be in this game n u could just come hang out on my couch! we wouldnt even have to do anything special, i just like being around u :)
Tatsuya: me too. sorry I cant be there now
Maya: no more sorrys!!11! ur already great to me <3 u da best tatsu!!!
Tatsuya: right back at you. bye for now
Maya: toodles!!! :3c
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