Tokyo Boys

Quick update while I'm struggling to write my other story xD

Please see chapter 1 for notes.


TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 11


“Hasabe Daisuke?”

Daisuke liked the way his name sounded on his homeroom teacher’s lips. He was only checking attendance, but as Daisuke’s new object of desire, it was enough for the teen to fantasize his name uttered by the teacher on the brink of orgasm. ‘Daisuke…’ With a strong and husky voice.

“Hasabe-kun?” the teacher repeated. “Are you here?”

“Yeees~” Daisuke drawled and raised his hand.

After attendance was taken, Moriyama-sensei said he will be having an individual talk with each student, in order to get to know them better and fill into their previous teacher’s shoes. The order of the meets was to be alphabetically and the timesheet was hung on the class’ bulletin board. Daisuke felt this ‘individual talk’ was a good opportunity for individual feelers. Not in the physical sense, not yet.

Mashiba showed up in Daisuke’s classroom during the 10 minutes break between classes. Yuuto, who was busy chatting to Midori, looked up when he saw him enter and returned his eyes to the girl, determined to stop being affected by whatever Daisuke was doing. The room was buzzing with everyone chatting loudly, that it was impossible to hear anything, and he felt it was better that way.

Daisuke wasn’t happy to see Mashiba. What he really wanted to do was approach Moriyama-sensei and get a chance to speak to him more. He saw the young teacher arranging his papers and preparing to leave the room. He got up, but Mashiba stood in his way.

“I was sad we didn’t get to be in the same class again this year…” Mashiba said.

“I need to go…” Daisuke tried to bypass him.

“Don’t you want to get some refreshment before the next period starts?” Mashiba winked at him.

“I’m sorry, Mashiba. I’m not going to do you…” Daisuke said coldly. “Frankly, you’re just not my type.”

“But you liked when I…” Mashiba hesitated and looked around the classroom. “You know…”

“Yeah, but since then I’ve been…” Daisuke’s voice trailed off when he saw the teacher leaving the classroom. “Damn it!”

“What?” Mashiba turned around, trying to follow Daisuke’s stare.

“Just leave me alone…” Daisuke said and hurried to get out of the class.

Moriyama-sensei was already out of sight and Daisuke returned to the room. Mashiba was still there, and was getting annoying. Maybe a quick blowjob wouldn’t be so bad. It could provide a pleasing distraction and put his mind off the teacher… or he could pretend it’s not Mashiba who’s sucking him off. He felt his cock stirring at the thought. He pulled Mashiba by the wrist and led him to the bathroom to get his rocks off.

~*~

Yuuto wasn’t standing in the street corner where he would usually wait for Daisuke. The tall boy stood there for a moment, hoping his friend was just late. When the minutes passed and there was still no sign of him, Daisuke continued to walk alone to school.

~*~

“Good morning, Kaname-kun,” Shouji greeted his timid student.

The boy bowed quickly and stepped into the small room hesitantly. Shouji rested his chin on his hands and watched as the nervous boy approached his table. He bumped into the chair, letting out a small gasp, before sitting down and bowing slightly again in submission.

“How are you today?” Shouji smiled lightly, trying to lighten up the mood.

The boy kept his eyes on the floor and just nodded his head meekly. This was going nowhere. Shouji leaned back in his chair and opened the notebook in front of him.

“I see you’re making a great progress,” he said as he looked at Yuuto’s scorebook. “Finishing the first year ranked third, that’s really impressive.”

The boy mumbled an inaudible gratitude.

“It doesn’t look like you have any weak subjects, what do you think?” Shouji asked quietly, trying to sound as friendly as he could.

He had to deal with flustered girls before and somehow never imagined there could be boys just as bashful. Before the boy walked in, he read the notes the previous teacher made. Yuuto’s father passed away in his childhood, but there were no reported problems at home. He suffered from bullying for a brief period of time early in his first year and apparently his only companion was Hasabe Daisuke, which explained the disappearance of the bullying problems, but still didn’t improve his social rank.

Yuuto just shook his head for no.

Shouji shifted in his chair, determined not to get frustrated. He wasn’t going to end this conversation without hearing the boy’s voice. His job wasn’t only to make sure the boy continued to sail through to academic success, but also that he would leave High School socially ready to face university and later his work at a company. For a successful life, he needed social skills too.

“Tell me a little about yourself, Kaname-kun. What do you like to do?” Shouji asked softly and guided him, “For example, do you have any hobbies?”

“Geidai…” the boy finally uttered.

“Geidai…?” Shouji repeated after him and then smiled.

Geidai was the abbreviated name of Tokyo University of the Arts, one of the oldest and most prestigious art schools in Japan.

“That’s fantastic,” he said. “I wanted to go there myself, but didn’t get accepted.”

“You… didn’t?” Yuuto raised his eyes to the teacher for the first time, looking a little alarmed.

“Oh…” Shouji cringed and hurried to wave his hands. “I’m sure you will be fine. What’s your specialty?”

“I like Japanese style paintings the best…” Yuuto said, and Shouji could feel the ice melting a little. “But every technique has something special that I like…”

Without realizing, the student and teacher started chatting enthusiastically about art. It appeared to Shouji, he has found the boy’s passion, and it happened to be one they shared, too.

~*~

Daisuke was busy talking to a group of girls. One of them was perched on his chair, leaning on him, another sitting on his desk. He spotted Yuuto walking into the classroom and got up, apologizing to the girls.

“Yuu-chan!” he called out and stood in the shorter boy’s way.

Yuuto blushed. “Don’t call me that…” he muttered.

“Where were you this morning? I waited for you.” Daisuke ignored his friend’s protest.

“Ah… I didn’t…” Yuuto stuttered. “I forgot you don’t have a club anymore…” He looked around. “In any case, Moriyama-sensei asked if I could arrive early to meet with him…”

“Really? How was it?”

“It was good. He’s really nice,” Yuuto said quietly and walked to his seat.

Daisuke followed him and sat on his desk. “What’s the matter? Not feeling well?” he asked and rested his hand on Yuuto’s head.

The boy smacked his hand away. “Stop that… everyone’s watching.”

“Aren’t you being too self conscious?” Daisuke smirked and leaned in. The sound of the bell coming off made him straighten up.

“Want to come over after school?” he asked. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out…”

“I can’t. I need to study.” Yuuto brushed him off.

“Fine.” Normally, Daisuke would’ve argued, but he just got up and went back to his seat. The girls already cleared his desk. He sat down and chatted casually with the boy in the desk behind him until the class representative announced the teacher’s arrival.

~*~

“Did you know, Moriyama-sensei was aiding the philosophy club yesterday…”

Daisuke overheard the girls chatting.

“Really? How nice… I want to be in his club too…” another girl spoke.

Daisuke turned his head back to his notebook. “Philosophy club?”

He would have never contemplated joining a cultural club before, especially not one that must have involved prolonged debates about whatever bored old geezers hallucinated in their feverish brains.

That was his philosophy on philosophy. He was a simple guy. But listening to Moriyama-sensei talk in length was another thing. He thought he wouldn’t mind hearing him speak even about algorithms. Even so, he still appreciated that Moriyama-sensei was teaching art and not math.

~*~

The Philosophy club room was located at another building in the school compound. It took Daisuke some time to find it, even inside that building the club room was remote. When he opened the door he wondered if he didn’t accidentally enter the outcasts club, rather than the philosophy club. The faces of six boys in the room mirrored his surprised expression.

“Um, is this the philosophy club?” he asked and backtracked to check the sign on the door again.

“Ah, it is…” He smiled awkwardly. “I’m not late am I?”

They were staring at him. “Ha… Hasabe??” one of them asked in disbelief.

Daisuke didn’t know any of them. They all appeared to be third years, which meant the club didn’t get any new members the previous year and wasn’t likely to get any new members this year as well. He assumed all the nerds of the school had other clubs in their priorities.

“Uh, yes. Nice to meet you, senpai,” he said politely and bowed.

“What are you doing here?” one of them asked.

Daisuke shrugged. “I’m thinking of joining.” He peeked at his watch. When will Moriyama-sensei arrive?

They gawked at him for a long moment. He just chuckled and scratched his neck, trying to loosen his collar a little. He hated walking around with the gakuran all buttoned up, but he wanted to be on Moriyama-sensei’s good side.

“Really?” they jumped to their feet, cheering, “That’s great!”

Daisuke expected them to sputter something like how girls would finally join the club, but instead, they walked over to him, and asked with sparkly eyes, almost in a chorus,

“Who’s your favorite philosopher?!”

Daisuke was taken aback. He thought about Yuuto. Yuu-chan was also clueless like that, but after spending years with Daisuke, Yuu-chan has developed at least some insight about his method of thinking.

He felt pressured to dig out from the depth of his numbing brain a philosopher’s name. Really, he could name almost all of the players in the Japanese baseball league and a dozen of basketball and soccer players and possibly some rock bands and musicians that would make his father suffer an aneurysm, but he couldn’t come up with a single name of a philosopher throughout all five thousand and something years of mankind history.

So he just cleared his throat and uttered, “All kinds…”

They continued a heated discussion about the flaws in some Chinese philosopher’s theory. Daisuke wondered if it would be impolite to play with his phone while they were at that. He also had a large number of e-mails to reply to and still hasn’t found the time. He tried to listen in to their arguments, but it was too far out of his league. It sounded like they were, in fact, speaking in Chinese.

It was thirty five minutes of slow and painful torture for Daisuke. He stopped trying to follow them and just stared, trying to remember the face of the man who brought him to this shameful situation.

He thought that he could probably take out his phone, since the boys no longer noticed he was in the audience anyway. Suddenly the door opened and Moriyama-sensei entered. Daisuke wanted to get up and throw himself at him, but restrained himself.

“Hasabe-kun?” Moriyama-sensei looked at him in surprise, tapping his glasses. “What are you doing here?”

Daisuke gave him a wry smile. To be honest, he didn’t know what he was doing there either. He just felt overjoyed to see him there.

“I’d never picture you in philosophy club,” he said. “You’re not in a sports club?”

“I’m just… observing.” Daisuke shrugged. “I’ve been in different sports clubs all my life, so I wanted to see something different.”

The teacher smiled at him and Daisuke felt his heart skipping a beat. It was almost embarrassing. He kept on watching as Moriyama-sensei spoke to the club members, asking if they thought about his point from the previous discussion. He stayed and talked with them for a while, before apologizing and leaving the room.

Even after club practice in any of the sports clubs he had ever been in, Daisuke hadn’t felt as exhausted as when he left the philosophy club room. Since it was already late, he decided to go look for Yuu-chan and walk home with him.

Yuuto was surprised to see Daisuke at school so late. “What happened? Your ‘going home early’ club didn’t have club activity today?” he teased.

Daisuke smiled wryly. “I was burning my time at the philosophy club.”

“Ehh?!” Yuuto opened his eyes wide. “Why?!”

“Because…” Daisuke looked around, before leaning closer to Yuuto. “Moriyama-sensei supervises the club.”

Yuuto didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He just gave a big huff. “He’s not supervising the philosophy club.”

“Hm?” Daisuke blinked at him.

“He’s just helping out, because Iwaguchi-sensei is on sick leave.”

“Huh? How do you know?”

Yuuto sighed and looked away. “Because Moriyama-sensei is the visual arts club supervisor and he told us he will have to juggle both clubs until Iwaguchi-sensei returns.”

Daisuke was quiet for a moment. He then grabbed Yuuto’s shoulders and shook him slightly. “That’s great news!!”

“Dai…suke… you’re hurting me…” Yuuto groaned.

“I’ll join the art club then!” the taller boy said with a grin.

“Eh??” Yuuto raised his eyes to his friend again. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am.” Daisuke let go of Yuuto.

“But you’re not into art…”

“It can’t be worse than philosophy…” Daisuke shrugged. “Let’s go home.”


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