~Tomoe X Reader: Book One~

26. Saved... by the Asshat.

(Sorry for being a bit behind schedule, I left my phone in my dad's car, which he took to work. =_=)

The walk to the office was a silent one.
Your cheeks had grown hot... something that Tomoe, thank the gods, had not commented on.

Your stomach didn't have time to fill with dread until you finally took your first step into Mrs. Nakamura's office.

She was a thin, hawkish woman, with small, beady brown eyes and black hair that hung to just past her shoulders. Her expression screamed stiff authority, and you caught no hints of compassion within the room and it's perfectly organized contents.

Mrs. Nakamura was a former teacher who had taught at a school in one of the worst neighborhoods in the country, and through it had gained the mindset that to keep a school proper, you must have extremely tight discipline. She was the one who had convinced the school board to allow random locker checks, and any student even rumored to be smoking or worse were taken down to the office for a thorough search.
You hadn't met with her often, thank god, but the building fear and anticipation that flooded your body cause a familiar blur in your vision and an unusual tremor in your body that was now slightly familiar.

You couldn't quite tell what it was, but it wasn't pleasant, and your hand unconsciously grabbed onto Tomoe's wrist beside you.

His light purple irises flicked over at your expression, but you tilted your head forward so that your hair guarded it. You focused instead on staring at a stapler that was aligned perfectly parallel to the corner of Mrs. Nakamura's desk.

Her voice was light, but stern, and the woman took an unusually long time to blink.

"Mr. Fujori has already told me what occurred."

The tremor was a much more prominent feeling now, and you decided it must have something to do with your fear. Maybe... a certain type of fear?

You had always been a good student, and the very idea you were standing in the office terrified you more than it should. You focused your attention on the solidity and warmth of Tomoe's wrist, but your thoughts were interrupted again by Mrs. Nakamura.

"Have a seat, both of you." The woman ordered, and you immediately pulled away from Tomoe like his skin was made of fire, sinking down into one of the two chairs in front of her desk.

"This should be entertaining," you heard Tomoe mutter, and he sat down, as well, strands of his short silver-white tresses falling into his eyes, which he flicked away irritably.

"I recently received a rather brief email from Mr. Fujiori describing this... incident." Mrs. Nakamura shifted herself forward, touching the tips of her fingers together and resting her hands on the desk. "He has informed me that the two of you showed extreme disrespect to him and disturbed the entire classroom."

"I was simply relaying facts," Tomoe stated carelessly. "If he hadn't started an argument on such a trivial matter, there would have been no need."

Mrs. Nakamura sighed heavily, irritation beginning to fill her face.

"That is no reason to-" Mrs. Nakamura's small eyes widened, and you heard a small, barely audible click of the door closing behind you, though you already knew who it was.
Only one student in this school wore cologne this potent.
"M-... Mr. Shinjirou!" The woman exclaimed, then quickly cleared her throat, embarrassed to have spoken so loudly.