Chapter 5: Fistfight
The homeroom teacher of Class 1-B stepped through the doorway, and just like every other day, every guy in the room basically stopped breathing. I mean, who could blame them? She was absolutely stunning in that effortless way that made your brain go completely blank. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk, catching the morning light that streamed through the windows. She had this porcelain skin that looked too perfect to be real, and those legs – those legs went on forever beneath her fitted pencil skirt. The way she moved was like watching water flow, smooth and hypnotic.
But it wasn’t just her looks that had everyone frozen in their seats. There was something about her presence that commanded respect, maybe even a little fear. Her eyes were sharp as a blade, the kind that could cut right through your soul if you so much as thought about stepping out of line. She never had to raise her voice or threaten anyone – one look from those piercing dark eyes and even the biggest troublemakers would shut up and sit down.
She didn’t waste time with pleasantries or small talk. Never did. Just walked straight to her desk, picked up that wooden ruler of hers like it was some kind of weapon, and started the math lesson. The sound of chalk against the blackboard filled the silence as she wrote out equations with perfect, precise strokes. Everyone pretended to pay attention to the numbers and formulas, but let’s be honest – most of the guys were just staring at the way her blouse hugged her curves when she reached up to write on the higher parts of the board.
Today felt different though. Haruto noticed it right away. She kept glancing in his direction, those sharp eyes lingering on him just a second longer than usual. It happened three, maybe four times during the lesson. Each time, his heart would skip a beat, wondering if he’d done something wrong or if there was something on his face. But her expression was unreadable as always – that cool, composed mask she never seemed to drop.
The guy sitting in front of him couldn’t take it anymore. He slowly turned around, trying to be sneaky about it, and whispered under his breath, "Dude, she’s so hot, isn’t she?"
Haruto just nodded slightly, not trusting himself to speak while she was still in the room.
His classmate leaned in closer, barely moving his lips. "I think she’s been looking at you, man. Like, multiple times. What the hell is that about?"
Haruto felt his cheeks warm up a little. He’d noticed too, but hearing someone else confirm it made it feel more real somehow.
"Shit, you two don’t have some kind of secret thing going on, do you?" the guy pressed, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and envy.
Haruto couldn’t help but smirk at the absurdity of it all. He shook his head and whispered back, "Are you crazy? Look at her, then look at me. You really think someone like that would waste her time on a guy like me? It’s probably just a coincidence, man."
But even as he said it, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something more to those lingering glances.
The rest of the morning dragged on. Haruto tried to pay attention in class.