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A timer starts ringing as the teacher at the head of the room lifts his head up. “Please stop all pencils and pens,” a low raspy voice came from the adults of the classroom. The students stopped their writing and placed down their pencils as the classroom was filled with the sounds of paper flipping over facing the desk. The sounds of pens clicking and last minute pencil marks also lingered for a bit before stopping into a silent classroom waiting for their next step of instruction while watching their teacher check the time on his watch. “Miss Atou, would you please collect all the tests into one pile for me? Thank you,” the teacher requested with a smile, moving to make eye contact with the girl that sat near the back of the room. When he made sure the girl understood her part, he gave a small nod and a smile. Shortly, the bell rang for the last period of school to end. Everyone started leaving the classroom as a few girls greeted the teacher farewell before their departure from the building. Sora Atou stayed after class collecting the papers one by one from each desk left in the classroom. Not before long, she was finished. Sora stood in front of her teacher's desk with a stack of paper in her hands. She had her backpack on her back with everything packed up and ready to go. Noticing Sora’s silent presence, her teacher looked up at her from his papers and pushed up his glasses to see Sora more detailedly from his view. “Thank you, Miss Atou, you’re the best. What would I do without you?” his hand came out to grab the paper out of Sora’s hands. When transferring the stack of papers from the student’s hand to the teacher's, her teacher lightly glazed his hand over Sora’s, collecting the paper from her which made Sora’s fingers flinch. Her teacher notices this and says nothing. Neatly. He put aside the pile of papers and reached out his hand from his cup of coffee to Sora’s hair while standing up from his chair at the same time. Gently, he smiled sweetly at her and patted her head. Sora tilted her head down and looked at her feet. Her teacher laughed softly, “You look nice dressing like this.”
Sora lifted her head up in disbelief of what she heard. Avoiding eye contact with her teacher, she muttered her thanks to him looking away at the wall. Her teacher laughed lightly. “You should keep your hair down and long like this,” her teacher said, hand brushing through her hair with his cold fingers. He held up a few strands upon examination. “It looks good on you, very cute.” He looked at her with his grey eyes like the sea. Sora avoided eye contact and muttered a ‘thank you’ at him. Before she left the room, she stopped to wave goodbye at her teacher who walked up to her at the door. “I’ll walk you out of the school,” he said looking down at her because of their difference in height. He placed his hand on her shoulder where he softly brushed off the few loose strands of hair back. Sora has done this before with him but she can't help but to feel nervous when she's next to him. He accompanied Sora down the staircase to the very last step of the school’s exit and waves a silent goodbye at each other. He leaned against the wall as he watched his student take multiple glances back at him.
Upon returning to his classroom, Mr. Davis couldn't help but smile oh-so happily and deliriously. Sora was a cute kid after all. Luck must have been on his side when he was able to teach such a student like her. Mr. Davis stared at the ceiling while leaning back in his seat by his desk. He’s extremely happy he was able to claim the spot as both Sora’s homeroom teacher and history teacher. He thought even the gods were helping him on this one. He liked Sora. He loved Sora. He was attracted to Sora the first time he met her. Mr. Davis thought Sora was adorable. An adorable little child. An adorable little child that he would want to lock up and put away for him and only for him to see and use. Sure she’s underage but he didn't seem to make a big deal about it. She just needs to consent after all.. Their country’s sexual consent age minimum is 16 years old. Very low if you can ask them.
Mr. Davis knew it was easy for people to like him. He was born with good genetics. Pretty tall and a bit muscular for his upper body. Lean and slim body type. He has brunette hair and wore a pair of rectangular glasses that accented his eyes. A lot of his students, especially the female ones particularly, liked him a lot. He had a talent for teaching nevertheless. A lot of students respected him for that. Sora caught his eye immediately. He could see Sora took interest in him like the others but Sora was a special case. She sat fairly back of the class and didn't have a lot to talk about. She got along with her classmates but never had a group of friends to hang out after school with. He watched her a few times walking out of school alone from his window. Mr. Davis was attracted by this. Her gloomy outlook and timidness was all adorable to him. Mr. Davis got her to open up when he tutored her at the beginning of the school year. He patted himself on the back saying how he had such a good eye. Sora was cherry picked by him.
Those times, Mr. Davis was able to learn about Sora's home life. Her father and mother were divorced so she lives alone with her mom. Her mom was barely at home so it felt like it was only her living at the apartment. Her mother couldn't really show affection to Sora either. It was always that she was too busy at work or she poured all her love on Sora's older step brother. Sora lived and grew up a childhood without a proper father in her life and a mother without affection. Mr. Davis thought this was interesting. He took great interest in Sora. She was perfect. A child that craved affection and praise from others to kill the hole that her parents couldn't. Sora was a perfect target in Mr Davis’ eyes. He can love her like how a father would or maybe even more than a father. Sometime later, he was able to find Sora’s Twitter account through his students that found his SNS account.
Mr. Davis looked at the clock at the wall. Sora should be arriving home shortly. He should get home too, he had papers to grade at home after all. He stood up, picked up his coat and headed out of the building with his tote bag swinging from side to side. He greeted the other teachers he saw while walking to his car in the school parking lot. He was a friendly staff member to other teachers at the school, he wanted to maintain that good reputation.
When Sora arrived home, the house was empty. Her mom was at work. Quietly she took off her shoes and headed to her room where she started to boot up her computer and turned on her lamp on the table. She quickly changed out of her clothing and sat down on her chair in an oversized white t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers. Her computer’s blue light illuminated her room and chones the light on her skin brightly. Sora brushed through her long black hair and picked a few strands up. She started to fluster up remembering her teacher’s remarks at school. Her teacher is so attractive she can't help but stare at him in the middle of class. In all honesty, Sora really liked her teacher too. She liked it when he praised her and rustled her hair. He also validated her in many ways Sora never thought could happen to her. Sora liked her teacher instantly the moment she saw him. He was good looking, pretty, young, cool and charismatic. At least that's how she viewed him. She immediately started crushing on him like other girls that she had in her classes. On an accidental encounter she also met him at the weekend cafe he works at as a waiter. Sora thought he looked really good with his brunette hair tied back in a ponytail and the apron tied at his waist. Ever since this encounter, her teacher started to go to school in the same hairstyle she liked. She thought this might be a coincidence. He even followed her on twitter. Sora felt loved even if it wasn't directed directly at her. Her tutor sessions with him start in a few days, Sora for some reason was excited about staying after school with him.
Three days later it was friday. They had another mock exam and Sora was asked to stay behind to collect the papers as usual. Sora after finishing collecting the papers stood in front of Mr. Davis’ desk with the pile in front of her in her hands. Mr. Davis checked his phone before smiling at Sora and taking the papers out of her hands. “You’re really the best, Miss Atou.. you haven't had lunch right? Would you like to go eat something?”
Sora’s heart skipped a beat processing his words. “Right now?” Sora asked. She doesn't know why she was nervous. She bit her nails and fidgeted with her fingers.
Cute.
Mr. Davis smiled again. “I know a good restaurant near the school. Its walking distance and its close to the train station,” he adds, smiling even brighter now. He knows Sora can’t turn him down but she's afraid to say yes. In his head he can see all of Sora’s brain circuits and cog wheels moving one at a time. “It will be my treat, let's go.” Mr. Davis picked up his jacket from the seat and placed a hand on Sora’s shoulder in a ‘friendly’ manner. He quickly avoided touch right after he got her to start walking with him outside the classroom to the restaurant.
During the walk, Mr. Davis can't help but adore Sora’s everything. She's just so fucking cute. She was so small and she styled her hair how he liked it to be. He wanted to defile her and mess her up. Quickly, Mr. Davis shook those thoughts away. He can't get carried away by his desires right now can he? At least not yet. Maybe soon he can. As of right now, he just needs to act like a good role model teacher that maybe is a bit too familiar with his students. Particularly one of his students.
Sora was brought to a french restaurant that seemed like Mr. Davis was very familiar with. Her teacher helped order all the dishes and recommended a few specials to his ‘Miss Atou’, who sat on the opposite end of the one on one table. He even ordered dessert for Sora which from his analysis of her reaction she enjoyed. Certainly. When they left the restaurant Mr. Davis walked Sora to the train station and waited with her until the train came. Sora can't help but look at her teacher’s features. His dark kind of curly brunette hair was kept in a low ponty with a black ribbon tying it together with a bow. Sora thought this kind of hair style accessory match suited him well. He switched his glasses frame from black to gold recently too. Although Sora personally liked her teacher with black framed glasses she now realizes it's more of a person that can make something that doesn't fit them fit them with a good looking face. Mr. Davis felt Sora’s gaze on him and enjoyed it. Sora was like his personal little doll that admired him. He liked that. He should say something to shake her up. He thought and paused for a moment before speaking out loud.
“Miss Atou, I’m afraid if you keep staring at me like that I might become shy,” Mr. Davis smiled, turning to Sora’s face. His eyes smiled into crescent moons as he watched his dear beloved student. Sora started to stutter at a loss of words for an explanation. She got embarrassed and looked away from her teacher as she felt her cheeks grow pink. This type of reaction pleased him. He placed his hands on her head and stroked her hair. Laughing softly he said reassuringly, “I’m just teasing you, Miss Atou, don't fret about it too much.” Sora looked back at him and flushed in embarrassment. Sora liked it when he acted like this, patting her head and teasing her. “How’s your mom at home?”
Sora’s head popped up. “She’s going to visit my brother for two weeks, leaving in two days. She hasn't been home for a while because of her work but I manage,” Sora said, looking down at her shoes next to her teacher. “My father calls me once every two months so I haven't heard anything from him for a while.”
Mr. Davis felt.. Like smiling? Exactly what he desired from his target, a child drained of love. He spoke like he was interested. “What about your step siblings?”
Sora shook her head. “I only ever met them once and that was when i was really little,” she continues, “both my step siblings are in college and we aren't close enough to be called siblings but we still text each other happy birthday and things on holidays when the time comes.” Not even her siblings show brotherly or sisterly love to their own blood. Sora really was alone. Even if this was bitter to talk about, Sora spoke about it nonchalantly as if these were normal topics which she didn't have a strong feeling towards. “I don't even fully remembered how they look like,” she tried to lighten up the topic as her teacher didn't say anything in response.
“Don’t you ever feel lonely?”
Sora thought about it for a moment, “Sometimes but when I'm at school I see my classmates and.. I get to see you,” she said genuinely. “I’m not lonely when I'm not at home.” Before they realized, the train headlights became clear as the sound of the rails colliding with the train wheels were echoing throughout the station. She was hesitant to enter the train to go back home but she knew her mother would get worried.
“I’ll leave you here, safe ride home,” Mr. Davis said, watching Sora walk into the train and taking a seat as the doors close. He smiled and waved goodbye at her until she was no longer in sight and the train left.
Sora sits down on one of the few empty seats in the packed train. She looked out the window and repeated the dinner like a stop motion play in her mind through flashing images in her brain. Except that half of the images that flashed in her brain was just her teacher alone. Her teacher is so charming. It seemed like only she was treated like this by him. He doesn't treat her other peers like this does he? There were much prettier girls than herself so why? Does he like her? Sora didn't want to be so sure about it. If a regular highschooler boy acted like this she can confirm without a doubt he had a crush on her. It isn't rocket science. But her teacher was different. Did he really like her? But she is his student and he is a teacher. It would be strange if they were in a relationship. Sora smacked herself on the face. Dating? Why did she ever think of that? She's getting overboard thinking about this. Sore still was dumbfounded. It feels strange. What would people think about them? What would her classmates think? Sora didnt know if her feelings were correct. Her heart likes him but she knows deep down it is morally wrong to do so. What does she do about these feelings then? Does she really like him? Does she just like him as a teacher or a lover? She wanted to die.
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During a self study period, Sora heard her name called.
“Miss Atou,” Mr. Davis said during the self study period. “Come talk with me outside,” her head pops up. Her teacher eyed her as he left the room with a clipboard and a pencil in his hand waiting for her outside.
Sora’s heart raced. Did she do something wrong? Why would he call her in the middle of a self study period? Sora couldn't understand. Did he figure out about her feelings? Sora quietly stood up and followed him outside the classroom. He stood to a wall with no windows and fingered a movement to tell her to come over. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it affectionately. “What are you so nervous about?” Mr. Davis laughed softly teasingly. He knew exactly what she was thinking about. “I just want to talk to you about tutoring. My younger sister is staying over at my place for a day so i might be going to your house instead of you coming over to mine. Is that alright?” Mr. Davis asked with a bright smile. He knew that Sora couldn't say no.
“Of course,” Sora replied after a few minutes of silence.
Mr. Davis smiled his eyes into crescent moons. He patted her head and smiled. “You’re adorable,” he said. “You can go back to class now, that was all I wanted to speak to you about. Study hard.” And with that, Mr. Davis sent her back into the classroom.
When Sora went back to the classroom, she let out a sigh of relief. She thought she was in trouble but in reality she had nothing to fret about. She was getting all worked up for nothing but now that she thought about it more, doesn't that mean Mr. Davis will be going to her house? Sora started to get nervous again. How does one manage to take care of guests? Sora never had experience. She never even brought friends home, not like she had any.
Later that day around five in the evening, Sora heard the doorbell rang from her room. She quickly checked her clothing to make sure it's not that messy and headed to open the door. Answering the door, she unlocked the lock and opened the door to her homeroom teacher. Mr. Davis changed out of his regular teacher outfit before coming here. The turtleneck and jeans fitted him well. Sora had prepared a set of slippers for him as she placed them down in front of him.
“You don't have to be so shy, Miss Atou, just act normal like how our other tutoring session goes,” Mr. Davis smiled. He noticed how Sora cleaned up her image and dressed neatly. She also had prepared a pair of house slippers that somehow was perfectly the correct size. She would make a nice house wife. He changed out of his shoes and closed the door behind him. “Where would we study today?” he asks, turning to his student asking for directions.
Sora extended out a hand that led to a room, “Over here.” She led the way walking through a few rooms until she reached the living room that shared the same space as the kitchen. On her way she fidgeted with her sleeves thinking about one step after another.
Mr. Davis followed Sora and watched her ponytail swing side to side as he walked. Her hair is like a doll’s. She had a frail and small body. Mr. Davis felt like he could break her apart. Rip her limbs apart and dissect her heart. It's okay, she’ll come back to him anyway for his love. Girls who would bleed out for him and let him mend them back together are always his favorite. He must be insane. Sora will still like him like this. It's alright.
Mr. Davis took a seat at the living room couch in front of the coffee table and settled down his textbooks and practice papers he had for his little student. He watched as Sora started to boil water in a kettle over a stove top. The house was pretty clean. Mr. Davis remembers that Sora once told him that she takes care of all the housework before her mom comes home so she can rest well since her job was so busy all the time. She would make a good housewife Mr. Davis thought. He watched as Sora grabbed a ceramic cup from a cabinet and poured the tea into the cup. She came over with a cup of hot barely tea and placed it down in front of her teacher who nodded a thank you. “I apologize if the tea is not to your liking, we only have barley tea at home,” Sora apologized nervously.
“I liked barley tea, it's alright,” Mr. Davis said. He noticed how timid she was. “Shall we get started? There are two topics we need to cover,” he marked, picking up a book from the table and flipping over to a page. Sora nodded and turned the page with him in her student textbook.
Western history, American history to be specific. Teaching about the cold war and the two world wars were covered in this topic. Sora was absent due to her getting a cold at the start of spring when they covered this topic. Mr. Davis was a good teacher so once he said something, Sora immediately was able to understand it. Her teacher briefly goes over the ending to World War One as he transitions to the Roaring Twenties all the way to the stock market crash of 1929 of the beginning of the Great Depression. Sora also took note how he looked pretty good while explaining these. Sora loved him.
Mr. Davis can feel Sora’s eyes burning a hole through him. Sora stayed quiet about everything. He expected this. Sora wasn't the type of person to confess her feelings first. A father not being present in her life. A daughter missing fatherly love. She's perfect for him. He now really understands. She just needs a bit of a push. Something small. When Sora was taking notes, beside her, Mr. Davis reached out a hand and brushed back a strand of Sora’s hair in front of her face back behind her ear.
Sora turned her face and looked at Mr. Davis. “Mr. Davis, I like you,” Sora said looking up at Mr. Davis. “I liked you for a long time now. I don't just like you as a student, I love you. If you were to suddenly disappear from the school I would jump off the school building from your classroom.” Sora said all of this staring into Mr. Davis’ deceiving eyes. “So please don't reject me, teacher. Mr. Davis, I love you.”
Mr. Davis lifted up Sora’s hands and smiled. “I love you too, Sora.”
“I like you so much I would let you kidnap me from my mom.”
“I love you so much I would purposely fail you so I can see you after school for tutoring.”
Sora’s heart melted. When has such words ever been said so sweet and full of affirmation? Every word he said out of his mouth was sugar coated. Sora’s teacher smiled and touched her cheek with his hands which Sora leaned into his touch. Cute. Mr. Davis thought. “Mr. Davis…” Sora said, calling out his name. God she looked so kissable right now.
This was a good chance now. “Sorry…. Sora, would this be wrong of me to do so?” Mr. Davis said, sounding apologetically. He waited for her reaction.
Sora couldn't bear it in with her anymore. “Mr. Davis.. Please… just,” before Sora could finish, her hands were held together by Mr. Davis whose face got closer to hers. They are now staring directly eye to eye with only two to three inches apart.
“Sora… what do you think my colleagues will think about me if they find out about this?” Mr. Davis asks with a pleading face almost seeming like he's taunting her and hiding a smile behind that pretty face of his. Is he trying to make her go insane?
Sora was about to explode on him. She completely fell in love with her teacher so deep that she felt like she was addicted. It was like he was the drug that is the only thing that could calm her right now. She just wanted him. She wanted to be drowned by him. She doesn't mind what he does to her or what happens to them; she just needs him at the moment. She fell so deep for him she couldn't turn back now. She’s the patient and he's the medication. Mr. Davis on the other hand was enjoying this scene almost too much. He knew Sora was perfect for him. She only has him. He’s the one who can fill the missing affection she desires for all her life like a drug. Sora needed him. He loves sick girls who would give up their everything for them and their tasteless lip service framed as painkillers. Intoxicated by the corrupted ‘love’ the two gave in to each other.
“It’s okay if you do anything to me… I already went insane too…,” Sora begged. Her voice sounded desperate and shaky and her knuckles were turning white. “I love you, Mr. Davis.”
Mr. Davis thought he teased her too much so he also gave in on her begging. He smiled and covered Sora’s eyes and gave her a kiss full of bittersweet honey covering the underlying venom.