KyouHaba Teacher AU

~Chapter 2~

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“H-hello,” Yahaba stuttered out. Kyoutani was shocked. Yahaba was in front of him. He didn’t change other than he stopped dying his hair brown and grew out his silver locks. Kyoutani on the other hand had a new but not-so-different haircut. He grew a little- now matching, but not quite passing Yahaba’s height. He was more muscular, with arms that were prominent to his body. He still had the same hole burning glare, but Yahaba was used to it, so he decided to man up. He calmed down and acted like nothing was new. “I need the stage.”

Kyoutani was confused about how Yahaba was so calm. He was about to answer when-

“Asking for the stage?” Ryuu popped up again, jogging in place in front of them.

“Yeah,” Yahaba said with a sigh.

“For varsity?!” Ryuu asked excitedly.

“-and non-varsity, and beginners,” Yahaba said.

“Laps, Rin,” Kyoutani reminded with a glare that made the boy shiver.

“Right,” Ryuu said, running off. Kyoutani turned back to Yahaba who was in a much more teacher-y attire.

“The stage?” Yahaba reminded.

“Oh- yeah,” Kyoutani said in a much deeper voice than Yahaba expected. “When?” Kyoutani said walking to the locker room, Yahaba knew to follow. An assistant coach was watching the kids. Kyoutani led Yahaba to the gym’s office. Yahaba could still pinpoint his and Kyoutani’s locker that was right next to each other. Yahaba answer when they got to the office.

“Wednesday and Friday,” Yahaba said as Kyoutani sat down in his swivel chair and grabbed a paper. Yahaba must sign a paper that says something along the lines that his class with being in the gym and Coach Kyoutani is not responsible for them. He used his pen that was tucked behind his ear. He signed his name in messy cursive. Kyoutani signed it too. Yahaba had to wait for him to copy it, so he started small talk. “Ryu-chan is a good swimmer, isn’t he?”

“For a 7th grader,” Kyoutani said. Yahaba scowled at the rude answer.

“He’s not going against high schoolers,” Yahaba said in a sassy tone. Kyoutani looked up from the fax machine.

“Not yet,” he answered.

“He’ll be better when he does.”

“We‘ll see.”

“Tsk. Whatever,” Yahaba backed down. He knew Ryuu was amazing. Yahaba looked out the window of the office to the very spot Kyoutani asked Yahaba out at. How he gave Yahaba a bracelet that he made from a beading kit. It spelled ‘SETTER.’ It started Yahaba’s bracelet collection that he still wears, but now it’s bracelets students give him. That ‘SETTER’ bracelet was thrown away the day Kyoutani left Yahaba. Yahaba heard a beep from the fax machine.

“Here,” Kyoutani said. Yahaba took it and skimmed it.

“Thanks,” Yahaba said. Kyoutani nodded, getting up. They started to walk back out to the gym. Kyoutani suddenly stopped, causing Yahaba to bump into him. “Ow.”

“Sorry,” Kyoutani said, not apologetic. He turned around. Yahaba looked at him. “I-… I’m sorry… for everything… for walking out, for math class, for nationals. I’m sorry.” Yahaba is not one to forgive easily. And Kyoutani sounded like he was apologizing for himself.

“I don’t want your apology,” Yahaba said, passing Kyoutani up. Kyoutani stood there. Why did he even try? He knows Yahaba. He doesn’t know what he expected. Kyoutani went back to his class, Yahaba was long gone.