Toilet-bound Hanako-san

Ch. 9 - A Playful Demeanor

The two of you got to school as usual the next morning. It was a bit awkward, neither of you speaking to one another, just minding your own business and too shy to bring up anything of the night before.
Between you experiencing what you hadn't in eighty-odd years with someone who was basically a stranger to Suguru's general awkwardness about doing something he usually wouldn't, it was a stalemate!

As usual, the two of you had arrived early. Suguru grabbed you a school uniform to put on in place of the loungewear he let you borrow. The plan was to get you a few outfits after the school day.
The only time you spoke was in regard to the uniform, otherwise Suguru left you in the dark. As soon as you returned to the faculty room to prepare for the day Suguru dropped his things off at his desk and left. Meanwhile, you sat in his chair and waited for Satoru to arrive.

"Good morning!" Satoru's sing-song-y voice filled the room with positivity as he entered.

"Hi," your voice was small as you greeted in return, not feeling your best from the strange vibes coming from Suguru.

"Uh oh, what's going on?" Satoru asked as he set his bag on his desk. "Where's Suguru?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," you smiled and blushed, putting up your hands and shaking them as if to deny anything happening. "And I'm not sure, probably meditating somewhere like he says he does every morning."

Satoru gave you a funny pout, signaling that he didn't believe you. It was always a bit hard to read him from behind the blindfold, only being able to see half of his face in order to analyze his emotes. 
Nevertheless, he continued preparing for his day -- shuffling papers and retrieving his laptop. He hummed a happy tune as he did so.

"Hey, Satoru," you piped up suddenly while watching him unpack for the day.

"Yeah?" He responded, now taking a seat and staring over at what looked to be lesson plans. 

"Does Suguru have a girlfriend?" Your question came out childish, you felt so strange asking such a question for whatever reason.

Your question caught Satoru's attention, causing him to look up at you with a confused smile. "No, why? Gotta' crush on 'im?" He asked with even more of a childish demeanor. 

"No!" You answered a bit too quickly. "I was just...curious..." You mumbled.

"Mhm," Satoru teased, rolling his eyes from beneath the blindfold as if you could see. "Well, good luck. Ever since he started picking up the pace with his philosophy, he's been pretty strict on himself. He says relationships like that are a distraction from the 'middle path.'" Satoru took a sip from his coffee as he finished his statement, complete with finger quotes. 

"Well..." you swallowed hard and turned the desk chair away from Satoru. You felt your face heat up as you worked up the nerve to speak. "We had sex last night, so..."

Satoru nearly coughed up his coffee as you spoke, almost drenching his lesson plans for the week. "You what?"

You nodded in response, flattening your lips to shield your nerves. "I...asked to kiss him because...I missed the feeling...and he obliged. But then he made things go further. I mean...I wanted it and consented, but clearly he had some self-indulgence issues there," you chuckled awkwardly, "and extreme self-indulgence deviates from the middle path." You took in a deep breath between your sentences. "In any case, I just missed the feeling. I only have eyes for Sengoku."

"Isn't that his grandfather?" Satoru snorted. You blushed angrily at him. "Lucky for you, they're twins!" At the same time Satoru spoke, Suguru stepped into the room with a smile, happy to see the two of you enjoying each others' company. "Well, hello there, Mr. Suave," his best friend teased with a curly grin.

Suguru furrowed his brow in a confused state at his best friend. "Did I miss something?"  He looked between you both. 

"No, no," Satoru slowly finished chuckling and went back to his work, using his hand to wave Suguru's attention away.

Suguru brought his attention back to you and gave another brief, sweet smile. "Are you going to attend class again today? Yaga says that if you continue class, we can finally get you your diploma after all these years."

"Really?" You perked up, sitting up straight in Suguru's desk chair. He nodded in response. "Yes, yes definitely I'd love that!"

When the time came, you accompanied Suguru to class. The third year students he taught mostly just ignored you. They found your situation a bit strange, let alone the fact that you were basically living with their teacher -- that in itself sounded like some kind of strange porno.

You made it a point to listen in class and do your best, just as you had all those years ago. You were so incredibly happy to have this chance, to be able to live the rest of your life. Of course, you were immortal thanks to the type of technique you inherited, at least that was the thought, so ultimately this felt like day one of your forever.

When the morning's class finally ended, you stuck around with Suguru for lunch as the three students dismissed themselves. 

You smiled coyly and approached him at the podium where he stood, coiling your arms around his neck and slipping your body between said podium and himself.

"Suguru," you began your ask in a voice as sweet as syrup, "wanna' have some fun during lunch hour?" While it was a strange time to do it, you wanted to put Suguru to the test.

He looked down at you lovingly, his gaze lost in your lips as you spoke. You clearly had him hypnotized, your body pressed against him considering he hadn't moved since you slid yourself in front of the podium. 

"I'm afraid that's not in my best interest," Suguru replied softly, breaking from his mini trance with a crooked grin to turn around and erase the chalkboard.

"What about last night?" You mumbled into his ear, tiptoeing to reach while clinging to his back. He continued erasing the board as you asked, but not without a chuckle at your question.

"Last night was per your request," he replied with a hint of sass.

"Well, right now is a request, too," you grinned at your simple-minded workaround. "And you ignored me all morning...making everything all awkward," you pouted, wrapping your arms back around his neck as soon as he put the eraser down and turned.

"I didn't ignore you," he answered with a sweet smile, placing his hands on your waist, "you didn't say anything and neither did I. Your desire to be well-liked and accepted socially overpowered you to think this morning was awkward. And desire only causes suffering."

You furrowed your brow in frustrated confusion. "What a strange thing to say..." you mumbled and placed your head on his chest as he continued to hold you, "but not entirely wrong."

"Anyhow," Suguru smiled down at you, again lovingly. His reactions completely confused you. "Are you still requesting?"

Your jaw dropped slightly in a bit of disbelief before answering. As you looked up at him, nearly cross-eyed from his proximity, he began to lean further toward you -- your body pressed against the podium once again. He was about to make this happen.
Suguru's grip on your waist tightened and you began to feel him harden against your pubic bone. Your heart was racing once again with his feeling. 

He was just centimeters away from your face when Satoru strolled by the classroom window, doing a double take when he saw the two of you about to suck face in a classroom.

"Hey there!" His volume was completely obnoxious as he opened the doorway. "Suguru, enlightenment is calling!" He smiled and quickly began to walk away.

"Satoru!" You shouted as Suguru awkwardly pulled himself from you. The mood was immediately killed.

"It is an issue to be physically intimate on school grounds," Suguru noted with a cute blush and crooked smile. 

"Shut it," you grumbled before walking out of the classroom. If nothing could happen, you may as well not waste your lunch break!