Peaked (Mafuyu X Boy Student)

Ch 13 - Soreness

How's the arm doing?

Phrasing.

Enjoy.

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It was an off day on your rehab program. And thank goodness. Today just wasn't the best day at all. Sleep for rough for whatever reason that may be, and your arm hurt. But as to be expected after coming back from two surgeries and throwing the ball again. Maybe not too hard, but it still hurt. The scar tissues were just so tight and everything attached to your fibers ached. That was supposed to be the normal. Either way the classroom was the focus for the day. 

You walked into Sensei's classroom. It was empty as she was finishing her lesson plan for tomorrow. "Go right ahead and have a seat. I'll finished and we can move on momentarily. Just want to make sure that this is sent to the Principal and everyone else."

"Take your time." You walk over and have yourself a seat. Stretch your arm a little bit. Then get  a pen and notebook out. 

"Sent." She sighed in relief. "So what would you like to work on?" 

"Actually, just an essay. I haven't stopped today. I've been trying to keep my mind off the soreness. So I uhhh-"

She seemed surprised. "You did your homework to occupy yourself?"

"Yeah. Lunch and all. Just got an essay for your class and one for English next week. That's all I'm worried about."

"Hmmm. Well I can't say you're not determined. The only thing I cannot comprehend is you don't know what that next step is. Maybe in your free time if you go home is to do some research. That way I could help you get a direction. The grades as a whole is there. But the near future is your flawed element. A man with perfect credit means nothing if he buys a house he cannot afford or has no desire not to use his resource for a loan for anything. Why have perfect credit if you don't own anything in your life?"

You give that a thought. That is one solid by Sensei. Why have a perfect credit to give someone the ability to own a car or buy a house and decide to take the bus and rent instead? No pressure at all. But I will say, that stress that comes along is fading away. Am I getting used to it? What is it? Sensei brings this intimidating energy, but I feel less of it. That because I know better? She is relaxed because I get it? "I will do my best."

She nodded. "Granted. I cannot help you unless you have something that is firm. If you choose to be wishy washy I am limited. And if you choose to not communicate like most men than I cannot help at all."

( Don't be offended guys. Some men have their communication sold separately. )

"You're correct. But both genders are wishy washy right? Not just men?" You sweatdropped. Seemed a little weird hearting that sort of comment. But was Sensei was single through and through. How or why? She has her education and job goals reached. Where to go from here? Why live the bachelorette lifestyle? With Sensei every time you ask a question to yourself about her it only results in more questions. 

"Yes. Look at some of the girls in your class. Some are fine finding a husband so they can be a housewife. That is something that I cannot understand. They are smart. Some of them are some of the high ranked GPA's in the whole grade level. They could have scholarships to attend a school. And instead, they go down that path. Leaving behind something they could bring to the world. Something we will never see. Only bring to thought the what-ifs which will never have an accurate answer." 

When said like that, there are some people that can really bring impact to anywhere they go. But with not enough effort it is meaningless. That purpose and potential will get erased. From reality and thought. Maybe this is why she took is seriously?

"Sensei, you don't understand that logic because you always had to apply yourself." 

You took her eyes off of her book and gave you a firm look. "Correct. I told you what happened in my figure skating career."

"One day shut everything down and said get a plan together for a few months later. Immoral at that."

"I only had a few more years to go most likely. Doesn't surprise me. Let's say I got to age 22. Then what? I would have to get teaching or I would have no future in it. But at that point it would just hurt. Not seeing myself compete. Yes I packed maybe a little weight, but-"

"Please don't be harsh on yourself. You look amazing." OOPS! You cover your mouth.

"Thank you."

"Wait, you're not scolding me because I gave you a compliment?"

"If it's about a woman's age or weight it does get a pass. But yes just like you I put everything into my studies and even though it developed what I hate to admit is bad habits, it worked well for me. I'm very young for a teacher. Don't you think?"

"Young but at the same time I believe smarter than many of the teachers here. The only difference would be life experiences. That and, not sure if they have the Christmas' and holidays such as myself."

That made you think. She said her relationship with them isn't the best. "There a critique to get a seat at the table?"

"Similar to those security guards at the maid cafe. Speaking of, how is Asumi?"

"Well. Though she is a hell raiser as you can imagine. Always stirring the pot. But hey a little money here and there and a good dish with tea is nice. Right?"

"I hope I don't have to go back." Sensei shook her head.

"Well you walk in heels and obviously can skate. What's the worst that can happen?"

She glared at you. Her stare going into your soul. "Don't you dare."

"Oh..."

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Let's not. But can we make her smile?

-Rel