I will Tell you my Feelings!! Utakata X Hotaru (TeacherXStudent)

Chapter 4

Hello I'm so sad...because I have to grandmas house for the rest of the school year she's so strict all the time...I have to go to bed at 7:30pm that's so early I usually stay up until 1 in the morning...not only that I have to help clean the barn...to make matters worse my grandma is not getting WI-FI UNTIL FEBRUARY...The good news is that my Tutor is that Hunk...his grandparents are close with my grandma also he's 2 years older then me but I don't act like a fan girl but I always blush like on so hope I com on soon goodbye 
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He was always napping, like he had nothing else better to do while he was conscious but to knock himself back out of it.

She figured it must have been something that came out of his habit to wander—not having any attachments left him with nothing else but himself and his sleep, she guessed.

But it definitely frustrated her. While she was hard training and practicing, she was sure to always be working on her own, and he was sure to always be laying under a shady spot with his hands under his head and his head tilted back in a lazy daze.

It was always the same—he'd demonstrate a little something and she'd show her awe before he then demanded that she learn to do the same. And without another word, he would retire to a nap. She'd sweat until she got it down and then she'd wake him up to show him a replica of what he had showed her earlier that morning, or that week, depending on the complexity of the technique.

Hotaru knew better than to complain. After all, she had chosen that he be her master and thus she had chosen that she be taught in the way that suit her shishou.

However, after hearing much about a Pervy Sage from a friendly blond ninja way back when the Forbidden Jutsu was still clutching to her back, she knew that was more to a master-student relationship than what she was experiencing.

The kunoichi was eager for some hand-to-hand combat, any sort of direct interaction with her sensei as opposed to being left on her own with just her chakra for company.

She had already realized a long time ago that her wanting to have Utakata has her sensei wasn't about learning his techniques and in fact was really about how much she enjoyed spending time with him.

And now that she liberally had that time with him—the raven-haired shishou could find nothing better to do than to doze off, which needless to say, disappointed her very much.

The water whip that had been developing weakly in her right hand's grasp suddenly collapsed back into the stream as the curve of her lips turned crooked in a small pout.

"Well if I don't like the way that he's teaching me, I can go ahead and tell him what I feel," she muttered to herself.

Insisting stubbornly had worked before on him—for the longest time he refused to be addressed with even the slightest bit of a respectful title, let alone shishou. But he had eventually given in and allowed himself to take the position and responsibility of being Hotaru's sensei.

So perhaps if she started talking to him to revise his teaching methods now, he would soon heed to that request as well, right?

And so the slender girl made her way toward the grassy patch that her master had chosen to settle into slumber upon, slowly waltzing through the soft green carpet.

Normally whenever she was heading back to see his sleeping self, she was ecstatic to show him what she had figured out how to do on her own.

But this time, she had nothing to bring back to show him but a complaint, so her steps were quiet and his amber eyes didn't flicker open.

That was okay though—she had always thought him cutest when his intense golden gaze was shut beneath his fluttering eyelids.

Down at her knees, her face hovering over his unconscious face, she suddenly realized something as she couldn't help but smile at the tiniest drop of drool collecting at the corner of his slightly parted lips and the ever gravity-resistant short strand of hair at the back of his head that never combed out with the rest of the jet black locks:

She had a crush on him.

She had already admitted that she wasn't really begging for him to be her master so that she could become stronger—she could have asked just anyone else...

Was she really going to deny the simple fact to herself?

I really do love him in that way, she realized, as her eyes traced his handsome defined jaw that led to crook of his neck.

But what she hadn't realized was how light of a sleeper her sensei was.

And he awoke with a start, like he always did—but this time around her face was a lot closer than he had ever been expecting.

His breath caught in his throat, "What are you—"

She interrupted him, crushing their lips together.
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You guys must love the cliffhanger...this is were all the drama is going to happy but most importantly it's going to be really really really mischievous 🤔 so see y'all