When I woke up, I saw a white ceiling above me. It was blurry. ".. What the..?" I took a glanced at my alarm clock, the arrow pointed at 8 a.m. Only god knew how late I'm as I rushed down from my bed, making me fall flat on the floor right on my face. It hurted a lot than I imagined! I make my way to the bathroom, throwing all my t-shirt and boxer all over the floor before stepping into the bathroom. Showered for 10 minutes, I grasped my towel that hung behind the door and wiped my wet body thoroughly.
Applying my shirt on my body and black pants, putting some gel on my hair only took a few minutes. I draw out my jacket and my bag, heading out from my bedroom and stormed out to the kitchen. There I saw Yoko, preparing breakfast for me. She looked astonished to see me like I have never been woke up early. I tried to chill out and asked her, "I'm late to my college, why didn't you wake me up?" She glanced and sometimes checked on me, "Daddy.. You set the alarm clock 30 minutes early. Don't tell me you forgot about it?" That took me aback. I cleared my throat to cover my shame, changing the topic. "Oh yes, today you have to stay afterschool right?"
Yoko let out a deep sigh, dropping an honest smile to me. "Yes my dear daddy, I promised Miyamoto to help him with his studies. He is not good in English so he asked me for help," she responded while placing two bowl of cereals on the table. I nodded, understanding her explanation. A few gesture of Yoko reminded me of my late wife.
"Mrs. Hyousuke Arisa died because of car accident this evening."
"..." If only I could forgot about it. But I couldn't. That day, when I heard about my wife and my daughter having an accident because of this reckless boy in his 17.. I just couldn't forgive him. It has been 7 years after the accident which killed my wife and left my daughter handicapped. She lost her legs during the accident and it took her a few years to accept her fate being a disabled person.
I ended up not to sue the boy because it's useless. Money couldn't bring the dead back and my daughter's legs won't be returned. At last I changed my mind not to meet the boy to hear his explanation, only focusing to my daughter's state with her rehabilitation after she gained her posture. Now whenever I watched her, only pain and ache craved inside my heart.
"It's my first day to work at the college, I don't want to be late as a lecturer. So, is it okay if you go to school with your friend?" I remarked as I added another bowl of cereal. "Ahh yes don't worry daddy, Harumi will go to school with me today anyway by train. But afterschool you have to pick me up okay?" Yoko rested her chin on my shoulder, smiling happily towards me. Such a sweetheart. I'm happy to see her leading a happy lifestyle compared to before. I gave an okay sign before I finished my breakfast and helped Yoko washing the bowls. After that I bid her good bye before leaving to my workplace.
A few minutes later, I finally arrived at the college. Working as a lecturer for the first time makes me feel a slight nervous. I went to my office first and greeted my senior before I kept the material lesson into my bag and went to my classroom.
The college was huge, a bit different than my college when I was a student. Well it wasn't like I wanted to compare the building size or whatnot. Just an impression. I walked along the corridor and finally arrived at my classroom. As I stepped in, a few students rushed towards the door but they pace down when they saw me. Their face looked a bit pale, maybe they thought that I'm their new lecturer. If they were guessing, then yes. I flashed my smile, giving them permission to enter the classroom first. Then I walked in and closed the door behind me.
"Hello everybody. Im your new lecturer for business Management's subject. Name, Hyousuke Akio. I hope we can get along. For today I wanted to do some introduction, like stating your name, where do you live, age and why you like took your major course. First person in the front row, please stand up." I pointed at a girl with long hair who sat in the first row to do the introduction, and continue until the fourth row. Afterward, I wrote on the white board about the lesson that we were going to learn for the next class, but it didn't take too long when I heard a few students making a fuss at the back.
Gently I turned my body to see a student, wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans, holding a stripped blue bagpack, trying to sneak into the classroom. Other students only kept their silent, too afraid to say anything. I knew this kind of late-to-class would soon to be happened if I worked as a lecturer. Sooner, sorry. That was a normal thing to be consider. But I shouldn't show any mercy to those who being late at their first class.
I cleared my throat as I walked to the boy who pretended like nothing happened, you know, like ignoring my existence and just sat on the chair without saying I'm sorry? That just gave me a bad impression left on him. "What's your name?" I started the conversation. He just frowned at me. I asked him again, "I'm asking your name. Who are you?" "He is Kim Hyeok sir!" Another student replied instead of him, but then the student shut off his mouth, thinking that it was a mistake to reply others' person question. The boy seemed to send his death threat toward the student as he corrected his name, "Kim Hyuk."
"Is it too hard for you to answer my question? I haven't teach you anything and you couldn't answer my simple question." I raised my eyebrow, feeling annoyed. I'm not a type of person who loved to create trouble on the first day so I just let it slide. The boy ignored my words, refused to say anything. He took out his notebook and his tools from his bag, focusing his eyes towards the white board. I forced him to sit properly and went to my place back in front off the whiteboard, continuing the lesson.
The bell rang after 5 minutes of my class period, signalling my period is over. The students gave their gratitude before they headed out from the class, some of them remained there to ask me about the lesson, other than that just having a little chit chat with their friends. "Do we need to buy any revision book for this class, sir?" One of my student, a girl with round spectacles and her friend, a tall boy around 173 cm, went to my desk, asking me. "I think for now you don't have to buy anything. I will prepared the slide and gives the hand out later through your class representive." "Oh okay then sir. I just curious about it so my friend told me to ask you. Thank you sir and have a nice day." The girl and the boy bowed to me, leaving me and a few students in the class. Soon, only me and the late boy were left behind. I packed up my things first to take a break before my next class after luncheon. But then I felt a sharp gazed strike through my back. When I looked behind, the boy stared with the same direction like me.
From the first time he gazed my way, I knew he was a boy with troublesome behaviour.
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Hate Me Not (BoyxBoy)
Romance"From the first time he gazed my way, I knew he was a boy with troublesome behaviour." That's what Hyousuke Akio thought, 27 years old, for his impression towards a Korean student which shown up pretty late for the first class of his period. But t...
