Relaxing [Open; Everyone]

[Teru]

Teru sat on a bench with a sketchbook in hand and his guitar right next to him. Currently his hair was tied back in a pony tail, not wanting it to get on his face when he was drawing. His bangs were a different matter though, no matter how much he moved them away from his view, they kept coming down and covering one side of his face.

He let out a sigh of exasperation. Who had told him that bangs were a good idea? Oh. Never mind. He had let his hair grow and had gotten it cut the way he wanted, so he had no one to blame but himself.

Currently his hair was blond with some black streaks, most of them being on his bangs. He had been thinking of dying his hair a different color for the past few days from having recently observed too many blonds.


Today he hadn't worn his uniform since there was no class, and so he had decided to wear a simple shirt, with a pink tie, a jacket, and pants (courtesy from sex pot revenge). He paused on his sketch and set it next to him.

Looking around to make sure no one was coming his way and that he would be alone for quite some time, he took out a pack of cigarettes and took one into his mouth. Replacing the pack back in the pocket it came from, he took out a lighter from another pocket and lighted it.

He tilted his head back and let himself relax. Spring was almost here, and he would move up to being a Second Year.

[Inaba Koshi]

"Good afternoon."

Came a melodious voice that brought a keen shadow along with it and its silhouette falling over Teru's youthful pale features. A pair of feet appeared before the student, feet that led up to a set of very long, very well-built legs. Now the owner of said legs kneeled down to a squat in front of the young teen, revealing a handsome and very masculine face weathered with age, yet there was a youthful spark in those marbled orbs.

"May I?"



Join the other, that is.

He sported a headful of dark tousled waves that framed that manly visage, a healthy tan that almost all of the population at Ageha Academy didn't have and a set of gentle hands, with a curious tattoo curled around a strong wrist. Curious because it didn't fit his otherwise very mainstream and perhaps a little too normal getup.

[Teru]

Teru was startled when the quiet he had been surrounded in was interrupted. He looked at the person who had done so and quickly noticed that it was one of the teachers. Uh-oh. He hoped he wasn't going to get in trouble for smoking. At least he had been doing so away from the school building, even if the grounds here were part of the school.

With a small nod Teru answered the question of the teacher whose name he didn't know yet. He suddenly felt shy around the teacher. Well who wouldn't? He was good-looking, older than Teru (he liked older men), and his presence just made Teru feel slightly nervous, because he wanted to give the man a good impression of him.

He looked at his cigarette. Way to give a good first impression, Teru.

[Inaba Koshi]

Just exactly how much older, Teru?

This man simply smiled quietly. A gorgeous smile. Then still with that sweet smile, he reached out to pluck that cigarette from Teru's slender fingers, stubbing it out in front of the youth then on the grass and it made a painful, wince-inducing sizzle.

Psssssshhh...!!

And as if that wasn't enough, this man continued to smile at Teru while retrieving a piece of tissue from his back pockets, wrapping the stubbed cigarette in it with deliberate slowness, making sure the youth saw each and every one of his supple movements. Then he pocketed the rolled up wad, since there wasn't a dustbin in sight.

Yes Teru. Don't litter too!

"What's your name?"

[Teru]

By older, Teru liked men who were three years older and up. Of course he drew the line when the man was in his late fifties (some middle aged men could look as good as a man in his early twenties)

All Teru could do was observe the movements the teacher did. From taking his cigarette from his fingers, to stubbing it, to picking the cigarette with a tissue. Well, he didn't like littering either. When he was done with a cigarette he usually held on to the dead stick until he found a bin to throw it in.

Teru felt himself blush because he kept looking at the teacher. He should stop that. He was being a bit too obvious about his interest in the older man. Plus, he wasn't sure if his interest could be from the way the man moved or from pure curiosity as to who this man could be.

Teru cleared his throat, while trying to keep the blush from spreading even more, "Teru, sir," he said politely.

[Inaba Koshi]

"Teru-kun."

The man greeted softly, but there was a hidden strength in his melodious voice.

"Did you draw that?"

He asked while getting up from his half-squatting, half-kneeling position next to Teru's bench and slid gracefully into the empty space right next to the youth. Despite the fact that this man was well-covered, each and every one of his movements showed just the slightest hint of well-built muscle. The way his soft knit just moulded and sculpted over his biceps and how well his thighs filled up those denims...it showed how much time he spent at the gym. And now with that nearness, Teru could pick up a scent of lush green meadows and morning dew, made spicy with a sprig of mint.

[Teru]

Teru guessed he was both curious about the other man and drawn to him. Not good. He was a teacher. He didn't have a chance, and it would be against the rules. Funny how he thought about the rules now when earlier he was breaking one of them. But one thing is smoking, another thing was dating a teacher. But he wasn't even sure if he liked the teacher or was just attracted to him. He should be careful with all of these new feelings he was experiencing.

Teru nodded at the teacher's question. He was still feeling shy about speaking to him, "It's not finished though," he said in an almost quiet voice.

He noticed that he was looking the teacher over, and having the teacher so close to him didn't help his situation. But then again, he didn't quite know what his situation was right now.

"D-Do you like it...?" He asked hesitantly. He had been drawing a portrait of an angel sitting on the edge of the school's water fountain. Everything, except the angel had been drawn like it was in real life.

[Inaba Koshi]

"It's very pretty."

Soft, dream-like, aesthetically pleasing.

"Like you."

A quiet compliment that held no other attachment...or did it?

"Do you have any more sketches in there that I could have a look at?"

He asked again with that same gentle smile, a smile that touched those dark marbled orbs.

"This yours?"

Pointing to that guitar.

"....This yours, too?"

Pointing to the bench now, just to tease Teru.

[Teru]

This time, Teru couldn't help but have the blush color his face red at the compliment. "I-I do have more sketches," the boy said finding himself fidgeting with his hands.

He nodded when the other asked about whether the guitar next to him was his, but let out a cute and sweet giggle when he was asked about the bench.

Maybe, he could let himself relax a little bit more.

[Inaba Koshi]

"How about this?"

The older man asked after another pause, reaching over and around Teru to pull out a small folded paper crane from the student's back, smiling as he did so.

"This yours?"

He balanced it on the young teen's head...a replacement for the sketchbook that he promptly took from Teru's lap. Well, the little bird is now yours! The lecturer started flipping through each page of the book, looking quite immersed in it.

[Teru]

Teru almost had a heart attack when the teacher leaned in so close to him, but he was delighted to see that he had performed a magic trick and had shown him a paper crane.

A soft smile spread on his lips as gently touched the paper crane. He looked at it and wondered how the teacher had done it, and now that he thought about it, he still didn't know the teacher's name.

He turned his gaze from the paper crane to the teacher, his bangs falling and covering part of his face once again, "Sensei? What's your name?" Teru asked politely.

[Inaba Koshi]

"Koshi."

The man replied while looking through the pages of the sketchbook.

"This is lovely."

He said with a smile, showing Teru the page that he stopped flipping at.

"How long did you spend to do this?"

He had a quiet, gentle demeanor about him, yet there were subtle nuances that shifted around the man that hinted that there was something more...a lot more.

"Are you a first-year, Teru-kun? That makes you...16, yes? 16? 17?"

[Teru]

Teru looked at the sketch Koshi-sensei showed him now, and hummed in thought, "I think that one took me about a day to draw...?" It was a sketch from the view of his room at his house, the garden filled with flowers and butterflies fluttering around. The window had been drawn with bars though, even though in real life the window could be opened and you could lean out.

Teru shuffled in his seat and nodded, "I'm a first year, and I'm 16," he gave the teacher another of his shy smiles.

[Inaba Koshi]

"That's nearly as old as my son."

Inaba replied with a wry little smile, just as a breeze flew in and rustled the trees and bushes beyond. A long leaf settled on Teru's soft locks and the man reached out to pluck it from those blonde streaks, twirling it around in his elegant fingers for a moment to examine it, then he began folding it into something else.

"He should be 13 this year...I think."

Smiling quietly as his nimble hands worked to make another piece of origami art with the leaf. Then Inaba brought the half-made origami to Teru's lips.

"Give it some life? Blow on it."

He said with a sweet smile, a smile that had perhaps, just a hint of muted sadness.

[Teru]

Teru felt his heart sink. Of course Koshi-sensei would have a family. Oh well, at least he had found out before he had developed any feelings for this handsome teacher.

Still the way he acted made Teru feel slightly sad that he was probably too young for this teacher, which was understandable, since he had a child almost Teru's age. He tried not to shiver when he reached out and took a leaf that had landed on his hair.

However, the "I think," on Koshi-sensei's sentence didn't make much sense to Teru. Shouldn't a father know how old his son is going to be?

Without voicing out his question, Teru closed his eyes and blew onto the origami that Koshi-sensei was making, and opened his eyes to look straight into Koshi-sensei's eyes.