Tachibana-sensei | MakoHaru

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as i wished

What does one feel whenever they see the cherry blossoms fall and fly with the wind?

Do they feel warmth in such beautiful loneliness or do they ever fall in love with someone they find under it?

Makoto doesn't know a thing about that kind of idealised romance nor feels something about it. All he knows is that he seems to find it alluring to fall in such beguiling fantasy, but that that would never happen in a world of such harsh reality. Jarring as it sounds, he knew it was true—from the fact that he finally realised his own sexuality suggests that love isn't such a pleasant experience for everybody.

At such young age he came to find that his attraction weren't towards girls, but were heading towards boys like him. Thus to his own decision, he decided to sacrifice and hide his true self inside a closet deep in his heart, knowing that he have to protect it on his own. And that, he was his own idealised person now—a smiling, friendly teacher whom everyone calls as "Tachibana-sensei".

But about that idealistic scenario of love, he happened to find himself falling for it.

Oh, the irony.

Under the sakura falling down with the noiseless wind with no destination, his eyes landed on a stranger of a boy with pitch-black hair and bright blue eyes that speak wordless tranquility. This surprising and strange phenomenon of his life happened on the time he attended the entrance ceremony of the new school he started working for, with him not new to this kind of environment. 

With everyone walking inside the gymnasium, he happened to find himself standing as he realise that the flowers that once bloomed were now starting to fall, making him spellbound of the beauty of it happening in front of him. But on what he thought was such a normal day for a teacher like him, he felt moved by a stranger—a student whose name he didn't know was walking inside; such beauty of his face caught his attention too much that his eyes followed him everywhere until he reached to his seat. He was beautiful as the petals of the blossoms that took shelter on his soft-looking hair, making Makoto feel tempted to go near him to help him remove it but alas, who is he to take care of such boy when there are people beside him?

And that moment later on, he realised he had been spellbound with such bewitching beauty.

The mystery student's name was Nanase Haruka, a fourth-year student who happens to be in the class he was teaching. A model student, he thought—he was right about him being silent as he couldn't find a chance to see him move his lips, but when he did, he couldn't hear a sound out from it. Trying as he might, he ignored thinking or merely facing the class just to keep himself from looking at the oblivious student but it was his own failure afterwards—the same boy that was messing his dreams was trying to get a chance to talk to him.

'Sensei.' Their first conversation happened on the art studio he has been staying at. It was owned by the school and it wasn't the subject he even teaches, but he has a hobby of drawing things—he got even more glad that he received permission to stay. That was the first time he heard the voice that his ears were begging to hear; deep inside he somehow could not manage to keep his composure but he tries on his best on keeping himself straight and sleek as he attempts to act professionally in front of him. But his voice—he thought, was different from what he always expected. 'Ah, yes?'

'You're teaching English right?' His eyes sparkled as he stood in front of him, making him want to get out and hide the canvas in front of him. The sparkles in his eyes were making him too conscious—it was awakening him to an inspiration that scares him the most, but he all thinks that he lacks inspiration and it was just a one second desperate attempt. He chuckled. 'I do. You're Nanase, right?'