he spent days on trying and forget what he saw, he couldnt deal with it, he couldnt tell anyone about the night he saw your preformance at the bar. was it jealousy, that someone might go and discover you? the fear of explaining what he was doing there at the first place, and didnt confront you on the spot? the fear of exposing you, and never having the chance of seeing you again?
so against his better judgment (or with), he didnt say a word. he let you be, keeping your secret without your knowing, and enjoying himself the nights he went to see you preform. he made sure to come minutes before you got on stage, he was always careful to sit at the darkest corner of the bar, and leaving before you could start dancing.
he was amazed at how mature you looked everytime there, your many different types of beautiful dresses, heels, and how beautiful your hair and face would look. he would find himself comapring the you at school, training, sweating and yelling, and then he would see you the same night looking like you spent the day in a salon, getting ready for the night.
at school you were such a good student with high grades and good scores, friendly and athletic, even if sometimes youd look tired and even fall asleep in class,-which now he understood why-and would let you sleep, one time even going as far as not waking you up when class ended and covered you up with his coat.
but when he saw you at night, smiling brightly in your red lipstick and the veriaty of beautiful dresses, winking and giggling and dancing, moving your body like hed think a whore would only know how. if there was one thing he was concered about-youd be surprised its only the one thing-is that you actually were some kind of a sex worker.
he had no problem with people doing whatever they want, but you were still a student at school, and he didnt want you coruppted with different old men that all they had to do to have you would be paying. he would calm himself down by the conversation he had at the bar the first night he saw you, how the old man said youd always leave with the same guy that is presumably asexual, no matter how much hed pay you.
then, hed remember that even if you are of age, hes still 30 years old, and till the end of the current year, hes still your teacher. hed quickly forget his thoughts the second you got on stage.
and so, hed find himself at the corner of his new favourite bar at least twice a week, a glass of whiskey to his lips, hooded eyes as he watched you sing and dance softly, his mind marveling in the fact that he could sit and watch you like this, he felt special for having that ability.
again, sitting in the corner with his phone in his hand, waiting for you to come up to the stage and make his week all better, he wonders what dress youll be wearing tonight. on his phone he broused different dresses hed think youd look good in, red dresses, black dresses, {F/C} dresses. the way you looked at him when he asked about your favourite colour was the face he thought about the same night, alone in his bedroom.
"yo {Y/N}!" he shouted, and you jumped and turned around to the loud blond, and flashed a smile, "yes mr yamada?" you asked sweetly. the way you called him mr yamada sent him over the top, he had to grip on his table not to launch at you.
"im grading your paper over here," he says, looking down at his desk again, "just wanted to say its looking good! but as i said, dont forget capital letters at the beggining of sentances!" he calls with a smile. he remembers the gentle way your face shifted from the smile into a thinking face, and the little pout of frustration on your face, "im sorry, i guess it just slips my mind, i write fast" you said, and smiled at the end if your sentance.
"one day youll learn!" he calls with a smile, showing your thumbs up. "youre a good student, very well done" he smiled and ghosted his hand over his pens, and looked at you again. "whats your favourite colour?" he immediatly asks, and you look at him with forrowed brows for a second, and then purse your lips together and tugging them to the side, thinking. "{F/C}!" you smiled widely, nodding.
to cover up his weird question he pulled out a {F/C} pen and showed it to you with a smile. the way you giggled after that almost made him moan.
the chatter in the bar dies down, and he lifts his eyes from the phone just in time to watch you step onto the stage with the gentle smile. every time you got on stage it seemed as if you were a little shy, but the second the piano played, it all melted away as you started singing.
your name was announced and a round of applause went through the crowd before you bowed your head gently, giggling, and lifted your hands to the mic gently, his skin tingled with excitement.
"fly me to the moon, and let me play, among the stars..." a smile streched on your face from the crowds reaction to the song. "let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars..." hizashis eyes rolled into the back of his head as your voice danced into his ears, and a smile streched uncontrolably over his face.
"in other words... hold my hand..." he wishes he could. really, he does, he wishes he could take your hand and pull you closer to him, your hands on his chest and his wrapped around your back, fingers dancing down your bare back. "in other words, baby, kiss me..." shivers went up his spine at your words.
"fill my heart with song..." hed imagine as if youre singing to him. in a closed room, just for the two of you, and youre singing to him while dancing close with him, skin to skin. "and let me sing forever more..." hed be happy if your voice was the only thing he ever heard.
"you are all i long for, all i worship, and adore..." a gentle smile streched on your face as you leaned a little to the sides, hands ghosting over the mic infront of you, eyes closing gently as you sang.
"in other words... please be true" hes right there, just look over to him and go over to him, let him know that his love for you is double sided. "in other words... i... love... you..." if you were attended enough, youd hear the smack of your lips at the end.
smiling, you take a step back from the mic as the bar cheered and whisteled, and your cheeks dusted red. you were doing this for so long, and still, every time, youd blush. "ill sing another song in a minute... take a break" you smiled and got off stage.
breathing again, hizashi gets up and walks on clouds over to the bar to take another drink, ears drowning out any sound, trying to strech out his ability to still be in the euphoric state of you singing.
"a jack, please" he smiles to the bartender, leaning on the bar as he waited for his glass when he heard your voice again. not through the mic, but up close.
"what do you think?" your voice asks gently, and hizashi looks to the side slowly to find you and the man with purple hair and glasses-aren kuboyaso-standing at the bar. "put your head on my shoulder~" arens deep voice sang over to you, and you giggled, leaning on the bar and asking for your drink. "i sang it last week..." you whisper, looking to the sides.
when you looked to your left, you saw him. your eyes met the megical green eyes of hizashi yamada, youe english teacher. you immediatly started coughing and shaking your head, and again, your eyes locked on his. you stared at each oyher silently for a few seconds, all the feelings in the world going through your body.
"everything ok darling?" aren butts in and wraps his hand round your waist, his hand leaning on your hip. gulping, you nod slowly, giving a forced smile. "you sure {Y/N}?" hizashi looks over the bar to see a man in a tux, his eyebrow raised.
"y-yeah jonas" you smiled, putting your hand on the bar, "just an old friend" the look in your eye told him, you begged him to keep this up and play along. taking a long time to decide what to do, he finally gives a smile. "yeah," he smiles, "its great to see you again" he watched as you sighed.
"whos he?" hizashi asks, wanting to hear it if you already had a cover, "this is my... boyfriend" you smiled, putting your hand on arens chest and smiling up at him, "aren kuboyaso" you introduced, and he puts his hand out, "hizashi yamada" he smiles, shaking his hand.
hizashi watchs as you get on youe tip toes and lean into arens ear, your hand supporting you on his shoulder as you whispered in his ear, "we have a problem... hes my teacher..." and hizashi sees arens eyebrows raise.
he watchs as the purple haired man smiled gently, his fingers wrapping tighter round your hips, making hizashi feel that thing in his chest, "im sure youd want to... catch up in a more quiet setting. lets go outside" he said calmly, and you nodded, staring at your shoes and following after aren, hizashi on your side.
he couldnt believe it, he got caught. after 2 whole months of succesfully watching you without being caught, you finally saw each other.
you stepped outside the bar and walked off into an allyway, the second you were in the shadows you stepped forward and gripping on the front of hizashis shirt. "please, please dony tell anyone!" you called, looking up at him with those big beautiful {E/C} eyes.
"please, mr yamada... i really need this" you pleaded. hizashi looked from you to aren who was just standing there on the side, watching.
"will you explain to me what youre doing here?" he asks, deciding to play as if this was his first time seeing you there. "its just that... i need money, so i preform..." you whisper lowly, looking away from his green eyes. "why do you need the money?" he asks the question hes actually curious about. "because i need money to support myself... since my parents died" you whisper your explanation. now, he remembers the night the staff got a message you wont be arriving this week over your parents death in a car crash. "sorry" he says genuanly, looking down at you with his big eyes that made you melt.
"how long have you been doing this?" he asks. "about a year" aren answers from behind you.
"i should tell you {Y/N}, hes been watching you for the last two months, or so i think." aren exposes hizashi, and you jump away, looking up between the two man, confused.
"and between the two of us mr yamada..." aren sighs with a smirk as he walks over to the blond, "shes been talking about you since i know her" you blush harder then before and look down as aren laughs. "ill go now, buh-bye" he smiles, kissing the top of your head, scurrying away, leaving you in the allyway with hizashi.
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