Crossdress Love (France x Male! Oc/Reader)(BoyxBoy)

Chapter 8: What Does He Want?

*Ichika's P.O.V*

I sat up as I yawned. The sun was not welcomed in my my room, as could be seen by my dark navy blue curtains. However, the Frenchman thought he was.

"What do you want?" I asked as I glared at him. "Actually, why are you in my room is more like it!"

Francis let out his annoying laugh as he said, "Well, I wanted to know what my cutie wanted for breakfast? I am a romantic at heart, afterall."

I took in a deep breath. I then released it in an exhausted sigh. "Look," I began. "You and I are nothing. We will not ever be anything. I am my own being, and so are you. That is how it shall be from here on out. The only reason why I accepted you into my house was because of the fact that you helped me out yesterday. Other than that, I have no further business with you. I don't like you, and I don't need you trying to claim that you like me. That is it. Now, please get out of my home."

After I finished my speech, Francis gave me a rather hurt face. However, I wasn't going to fall for that bull ever again.

"Get. Out," I said as I got out of my bed and crossed my arms.

Francis sighed. "Fine, but I did enjoy my stay here. Maybe we could hang out sometime?"

An irk mark appeared on my forehead. This little... *sigh*.

"Just leave," I said as I looked away from Francis. He wasn't worth getting bent out of shape. He was just a simpleton.

Francis rolled his eyes and left my room. Before he fully exited, I could hear him mutter, "Liked it better when you were just the cute teacher."

He then closed my door.

If the law didn't exist, I would have killed Francis right here and right now. However, the law does exist, and I must refrain from strangling him till his eyes bulge out of his stupid head.

Also, it helped that this thought was able to pass through my head. 'I bet you also liked it when I was the idiot who blindly trusted you with every fibre of my being.'

This thought made tears come to my eyes. Now, all of my anger had turned into sadness... Better than being murderous I guess.

-***-

I sat at the table in front of Francis. His meals tasted good. It was just like how I remembered them. They was still a hint of spice mixed with a nice coating of sweet. I would always try to achieve the frenchman's taste in my own cooking. I wanted to make him feel how I felt through my own cooking, but, he always had the same delighted expression.

Now that I look back on his constant smiles whenever he ate my food, was that a lie too. Were the smiles just to keep me around? Most likely so. He wanted to keep his personal fool around so that he could be entertained out and at home.

I really am an idiot...

"Are you alright?" asked Francis as he snapped me out of my thoughts.

It took me a minute to answer his question. I was hesitant in every way. My first response was to lie to him and say "Yes.", naturally. However, a statement crossed my mind, 'Define "alright".'

I blinked and then I nodded my head.

"It took you way too long to answer," said Francis as he gave me a stern look. "Tell me what's wrong, Ichika."

What should I say? Well, actually, I can't say anything, can I? I guess, for starters, you are in my house. The man that's haunted me all these years is actually in my house. You know, I was a fragile soul. Any smart person would have been able to get over your suave charm. But, I'm not smart. I'm an idiot who has to hide themselves from their own stupidity.

The next problem, probably that I'm just as bad as you. I'm a liar to. In fact, I'm lying to you in everyone else. My real name's Ishiro is the truth, but I keep on putting on the premise that I'm someone else. I'm not the idiot who fell in love with his underclassman and followed him like a lost puppy. No, I'm the crossdressing teacher who is as innocent as can be. Ha! What a lie that one is! I'm no teacher, even when I was Ishiro, I had a dream to be one. A dream that you supposedly supported... I think... I'm having a nervous breakdown.

S**t. My hands are trembling so much. I hate this. I hate lying, it was never in my character until... Until...

"You broke me..." I muttered as the tears were pouring down my face. "You f***ing broke me a**hole."

I then felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I didn't struggle, it wasn't necessary. No matter how much I denied it, I had missed this closeness with Francis. I had missed it so much, d***it! I think the embrace actually made me cry more, you idiot.

-***-

Francis and I had moved to the couch. He was rubbing soothing circles into my back as I buried my head in his shoulder. I knew this couldn't last any longer, though. My heart wouldn't be able to take it anymore. It'd probably burst and I wouldn't be able to take anything any more.

I pulled away from Francis and moved myself away.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked.

I let out a sigh. "Thank you, but you should probably get going."

"Wha? Why?" asked Francis.

"I'm not that easy to win over," I said. There goes another lie. "So, please leave."

"'Win over'?" questioned Francis. "I was just trying to comfort you. I don't care about winning you over!"

"I don't care," I said. "Just get out."

Francis was about to say something else, and I thanked the Holy beings above when he shut his yap backup. I don't think I could take anymore.

Francis then stood from his seat and left my home.

I let out a sigh of relief when I heard a soft, "Bye.", and then the close of my front door.

I then turned on my living room TV. I needed something to distract me after that incident.

-***-

I helped Akita as she was teaching class. I walked around in the auditorium in my new silk blue dress that was so comfortable, I felt like I could sleep in it. It had been a good month since Francis had been to my house. Since then, he hadn't spoken to me, which was fine. It was all I had wanted in the first place... Right?

I shook my head as I passed out stacks of papers to each row. We had so many students, and I could clearly see the blonde looking at me. Even though he had stopped talking to me, I often found him staring at me. His blue eyes gazing at me 24/7. It was stifling.

Why won't he just leave me alone?

What does he want from me?!