Mindfuck Meme turned PSL: Yanderp!Sensei
Who: naochansensei and homare_chan
What: In which Naoshi suddenly goes yandere, and is somehow still fluffy and pure ( Read more... )
What: In which Naoshi suddenly goes yandere, and is somehow still fluffy and pure ( Read more... )
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That pat earns a little whine and a tightening of the hug, as Naoshi turns his head just enough so he can speak, although the words come out between classic Haruki-sensei sniffling. "I c-can't believe it's already t-time.... The club w-won't be the same without you! You-- you'll miss Sensei, won't you?"
「 Aww, is that all? 」 Of course, Sensei. 「 He smiles, putting his hands on the little man's shoulders to gently pry him off. The gesture isn't unwelcome, but goodness, it is still inappropriate. 」
For the briefest moment, Naoshi resists and only half understands why. He's been rather confused lately; inexplicably fixated. He thought he had it under control, redirected as an outlet to the club as a whole, but all of a sudden it's today and he feels crazily desperate ( ... )
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But the new him holds tighter. Not to hurt, never to hurt but just to contain. Homare's tall, but Naoshi's athletic from sports beyond just archery, and has better leverage closer to the ground. He's ruined everything already and he's never been one to give up on something half-done, though he has no idea what he ever thought he could achieve by this. ]
It hurts, watching you. [ He murmurs, wishing this embrace weren't so awfully one-sided. ] They never noticed, but I do. I know how it feels....
[ Should he call for help? Haruki-sensei's never been like this before, and it worries him, scares him even. But what should he be scared about? He still trusts the little man enough to know that nothing untoward will happen to him.
Maybe--no. Of course not. But they were in a compromising position all the same, and he can't quite break free of that hold. ] Please let me go, Sensei. [ His voice is more pleading this time. This isn't right ( ... )
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So why is Haruki-sensei of all people able to see what others could not? During all the times they've spent together on club affairs he never once let his guard down.
...Did he? He can't bear to look at the other right now. Lowering his head: ] Why are you telling me this?
[Why, indeed? The old Naoshi didn't know what was wrong with him and that was part of what drove him so crazy, trying to understand. But the more he talks now, explaining himself, he's coming to understand it himself, even if Homare hasn't.
He sounds more like himself again, smiling and reassuring. It's no false pretense, though. He's feeling better about the direction this is headed, though what he's realized makes him both embarrassed and excitedly nervous. ]
It's normal, isn't it? To want to be open with someone, when you realize they have the same secret as you? [ It's only half a rhetorical question; part of the asking really ( ... )
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He lifts his other hand as well, pressing it over the one on his, clutching them both there over his student's honest heart. Naoshi was going to say Homare didn't have to answer him right away, but his body already has. Was Naoshi really so uncertain before? Everything is so clear now. ] It's not so wrong, really. I'm not that much older... and in a few more months, you won't be a student. I know how important appearances are to you. If it's our secret, I can wait for you.
[ He uses his free arm to break out of that hold, panic overriding whatever sense of propriety he had left. Haruki-sensei was serious, to the point of disregarding whatever he might say on the matter. ] I don't like you, ( ... )
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And it's almost time for him to leave the school behind. He sits inside the planetarium, hoping to bid it goodbye with Kazuki before he has to leave, but he is late, probably on last minute business with the Student Council. ]
[ Naoshi kept his promise. No one would ever know there was anything different about the man, that he'd discovered and come to terms with a new part of himself, that he was patiently yet longingly waiting for someone else to do the same, eager for the school year to end so that certain societal barriers could be broken ( ... )
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