Hinaji was pacing near Kureno's home well before 6pm. He couldn't stop his nerves from snapping, and everytime he managed to remain still he was jolted into moving again. He hadn't even planned what he was going to say, what this conversation would really be about. You didn't just go up to your sensei and ask these kinds of things
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The boy looked nervous, and while Hinaji had a way of looking nervous nearly all of the time, after years spent with him Kureno had learned there were certain degrees of it. (Just like how his team had learned the certain degrees of seriousness with him.) So really, today Hinaji looked exceptionally nervous. It was probably best to let him calm down some first.
"Come inside, I'll make us some tea," he invited leaving his front door open behind him for his student to enter. After taking his shoes off he headed straight for his kitchen to put a kettle on the stove. "Have you been waiting very long?"
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It was hard, though, when he would start to relax and remember what he wanted to ask and then his stomach would knot up again. Maybe this really was a mistake. He was an adult now, right? Did he need to go to his sensei for everything?
...In this case, yes.
"How are you feeling?" Shifting the subject wasn't exactly running from what he needed to ask, and he did worry about his sensei.
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"Better," he said, getting the tea powder and cups down. "It's good to be back to my office and my real work. And in another week or so, I'll even be on the field with you, Kiba, and Hoshino again. I'm looking forward to it."
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"We are too." He cut half the bread into semi-thick slices and carefully set them aside before washing the knife. "It's been much too long."
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Eventually they ended up on his porch, the wind gently blowing the water along the koi pond and moving the small wind chime hanging off the roof. Hinaji took a seat on one of the offered cushions and sipped at his tea while Kureno did the same. It was so calm Hinaji almost forgot he'd been there nearly an hour and still hadn't brought up the conversation he came to have.
Almost.
"So, sensei," he started, hesitant. He had to word this just right. "Did Kiba mention anything when she visited you?" ...Ok, not very subtle at all.
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...Because Kureno seriously hoped Hinaji wasn't going to start talking about him "dating" Asuka. (Although even if he did, Kureno doubted there was going to be any condoms this time.)
"Like what?" he asked.
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"Well. About, um. Things?" His face felt very very red.
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This just turned interesting, but Kureno wondered if it would be in a good way or not.
"You may have to be much more specific than 'things', Hinaji."
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"W-well, like..." He swished his tea around a little before gulping it all down. He was an adult, it shouldn't be so hard to talk about this!
"I, um. We..." He took a very (very) deep breath. "KibaandIalmostslepttogether."
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It was a good minute before it felt remotely safe to swallow, and Kureno put his concentration into doing just that as his mouth began to feel quite full the longer he didn't drink it. He felt it all the way down, letting it distract him for a brief while. Then slowly he turned to look at the boy--man...--boy next to him. (He knew he'd been thinking about how grown up these kids had gotten, but..)
"You what?"
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"W-we um. That." ...So succinct. "And I don't know what to do now so I called on you but I'm not sure you even really wanted to know anything about this..." He trailed off and focused on his cup. He didn't have anymore tea to use as an excuse.
"...I'm just not sure what to do now." He really liked Kiba, and he enjoyed being with her. This was just a really big step he wasn't sure they were ready for just yet.
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He could do this. And Hinaji's shy nature would help in avoiding getting too much information. (Hopefully.)
"So what is it you'd like me to help you with, Hinaji?" he asked carefully. 'And please don't say you want private Gentlemen courses from me.'
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"I guess I just wanted some guidance?" Kureno was the only person he could go to for something like this. His sensei was the only father figure he'd ever had.
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