Tokyo Boys

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Additional Notes for the chapter:
*Golden Week - a concentration of Japanese holidays in early May.


TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 12


Yuuto finished his homework and closed his textbook. It was already half past eight and he was getting hungry. Even though Home Cooking class was his nightmare, at least he knew how to cook rice decently enough.

When he reached the kitchen, he heard his mother entering the house. He turned around to greet her and she gave him a tired smile. She looked exhausted after working two consecutive shifts. He wished he had started cooking earlier, because the moment she saw him in the kitchen, she immediately sought to take over and cook for him. His pleads didn’t deter her and she continued to cook a full meal.

They sat down to eat quietly. Yuuto ate his food quickly and his mother asked if he wanted seconds. Then, as she got up to refill his plate, she said offhandedly, “I’m thinking of selling the house.”

“What?!” Yuuto stood up, holding both hands on the table.

“Since Emi-chan moved away… don’t you think this house is too big for just the two of us?” she asked without looking at him.

“But… but it’s dad’s house!” Yuuto protested. “You always talk about your memories of dad…” Tears welled up in his eyes and he wiped them with his sleeve. “If money is the issue, I’ll get a part-time job! Please let me get a job!” he pleaded, his voice breaking.

“No, no. what are you saying…” She waved her hand. “You need to study… don’t you have that prestigious university you want to get a scholarship for?” She turned to look at him and he saw she also had tears in her eyes. “You need to think of your future, Yuu-chan, not about the past.” She looked up at the peeling wallpaper. “Besides, this house is old and needs good maintenance. We can find a nice apartment in town…”

“No! You can’t sell dad’s house! I won’t let you!” Yuuto raised his voice. “I’ll work too, and I’ll find time to study!”
His mother sighed and crossed her arms, looking at him, and clicked her tongue. “Anyway, what job could you possibly find? You’re not good at anything except for drawing with those two left hands of yours.”

Yuuto felt the tears blocking his throat. He turned around and ran off to his room, sliding the door shut loudly. He sat down at his desk and buried his face in his arms, crying.

He heard the phone ringing and raised his head, wiping his eyes. At least ten minutes passed before his mother knocked on the door. He didn’t say a word and she slid it open.

“Yuu-chan, it was your sister on the phone,” his mother said, as if they didn’t just have a fight. “She’s pregnant. You’re going to be an uncle!”

Yuuto turned around, surprised to hear the news. His mother didn’t say another word about the house that evening. But Yuuto had a hard time falling asleep, and he could hear her doing chores in the house even late at night.

~*~

“Yuu-chan~” Daisuke was happy to see Yuuto in the usual street corner in the morning. He stopped in his tracks when he looked at Yuuto’s face. “What’s wrong? You look terrible.”

“I didn’t sleep well…” Yuuto mumbled quietly, turning to walk away.

Daisuke laid a hand around his shoulder. “That’s why I keep telling you, studying too much is hazardous to your health.”

Yuuto just walked away, without another word and Daisuke caught up to him with two steps. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes, stop asking me that!” Yuuto snapped at him. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Daisuke raised his hands. “Fine, fine, don’t get so angry.”

~*~

Yuuto avoided Daisuke and even Midori the entire day. Daisuke left him alone and only stood by his desk at the end of the final class, wishing to follow him to the art club room.

Moriyama-sensei was already inside the club when they arrived. He was leaning against the desk, talking to one of the female students.

Daisuke stared at him, admiring the cool atmosphere he emitted, until Yuuto elbowed him in the ribs and cleared his throat. “You can take off your jacket,” he said quietly.

“Good day, Kaname-kun,” Moriyama-sensei turned his attention to the boys at the door. “Hasabe-kun? Changing clubs again?”

Daisuke grinned, “I’m checking my options…”

Yuuto was already standing behind his easel, getting his paints ready. Other boys were in line with him, some were already busy painting. At another corner of the large studio, two girls and a boy were getting their sculpting materials ready. The girl who spoke to Moriyama-sensei retreated to her stand. And Daisuke just watched as everyone in the room found their place. Everyone but him.

“So what’s your thing?” Moriyama-sensei stood next to him. “Drawing? Painting? Sculpting?” he suggested. “Or did you join because of Kaname-kun?”

“Ah… well…” Daisuke pulled at his suffocating collar. “I’m not nearly as talented as he is…”

He honestly didn’t know what he was doing in that room. He belonged outside on the field. But he wanted to be close to Moriyama-sensei. He was standing so close to him that Daisuke could smell his aftershave.

“Are you an artist, sensei?” he asked, trying to manipulate the teacher’s attention.

“I paint,” Moriyama turned to him again. “Or painted, I don’t have the time anymore.”

Daisuke looked around the room. Yuu-chan was already painting. He looked so serious and thoughtful, it made Daisuke smile. He wished he had such passion to do something. Other than trying to get into his homeroom teacher’s pants, that is.

He spotted a weird machine no one was using at the corner of the room. “What’s that?”

“Ah, that?” Moriyama-sensei followed him. “That’s a potter’s wheel. Want to try it?”

“I’m not sure…” Daisuke crossed his arms. “Is it complicated?”

“I’ll help you, don’t worry.”

That already sounded good. Daisuke could hardly suppress his smug smile.

“Take off your blazer and roll up the sleeves first. It’s going to be dirty,” the teacher said and unbuttoned his cuffs. He then started rolling up his own sleeves.

Daisuke was happy to oblige. He took off his dress shirt and stayed in his undershirt. The teacher handed him a paint-stained gray apron. Daisuke put it over his clothes and sat in front of the wheel, listening to his teacher’s instructions.

Moriyama-sensei brought a little ball of clay from the piles of supply the student on duty brought in earlier. He placed it in the center of the wheel head, on top of a plastic disk and explained to Daisuke how to operate the machine and how to control the speed using the treadle wheel.

Daisuke only needed a moment adjustment to get the idea, but touching the clay was another story altogether. He tried to center the clay, by pressing it downward and inward as Moriyama-sensei instructed. It proved to be difficult and messy as it splashed out of his hands. Moriyama-sensei leaned over Daisuke’s shoulder to help him out and the teen didn’t waste the opportunity to sniff the teacher’s sweet scent. His face and neck were so close that Daisuke had to avert his eyes so he won’t be tempted to kiss his neck. It was hard to concentrate on the teacher’s instruction that way.

Moriyama-sensei did most of the centering job and took Daisuke’s hands, leading him to the forming clay. He guided him to squeeze and pull the softening clay upward and outward.

“And this,” Moriyama-sensei spoke softly, “is called opening, making a hole in the clay.”

Daisuke enjoyed the touch of the teacher’s hands on his own. He felt his loins starting to come to life. It was becoming dangerous, but he didn’t want the teacher to remove his hands.

The teacher, completely oblivious to the physiological change of his student’s body, continued leading him through the phases of pottery, until their hands were rotating around a round shape that already resembled a vase.

“Now you need to keep trimming the excess clay to refine it, watch the speed of the rotation,” Moriyama said and let go of Daisuke’s hands.

Daisuke had to struggle with his growing erection while concentrating on the clay and wishing the teacher touched him again. He started to lose control and Moriyama-sensei hurried back to help him, holding his hands. Daisuke shifted in his seat, rubbing his hips together, still trying to suppress his erection.

Yuuto drew another stroke and noticed his eyesight was becoming blurry. He squinted and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm. The consequences of the sleepless night decided to leap at him. He felt the fatigue crashing on him heavily like a bag full of rocks.

He thought about getting his bottle of water from his bag. When he raised his head he saw Daisuke with Moriyama-sensei hovering above him, holding his hands. Yuuto, however, had no time to think it over, his head felt too heavy and he could hardly keep his eyes open. He made a step forward, to go to fetch his bag. His foot entangled with the easel’s feet and he fell down with a thud, taking the stand down with him.

Daisuke was startled by the noise and Moriyama-sensei also straightened and let go of him. The students in the drawing area rushed to help the fallen student, and Moriyama-sensei closed the pottery machine and was about to go see what happened.

“Kaname! Are you okay?” Daisuke suddenly heard one of the boys calling Yuuto’s name and jolted up, running past the teacher, while throwing the apron off his body.

“Yuu-chan!” he called and kneeled next to him. He couldn’t touch Yuuto with his dirty hands and looked up at the gathering students for help.

Moriyama-sensei arrived a moment later, his hands washed clean. “What happened?” he asked and casually handed Daisuke a wet towel.

~*~

Daisuke sat next to Yuuto’s bed in the infirmary. Moriyama-sensei was talking to the school nurse.

“I tried calling his mother but her phone was off,” Moriyama-sensei said.

“She works at a hospital,” Daisuke intervened. “You can only call the department, but…” He stopped talking when he noticed Yuuto moved and opened his eyes slowly.

“Yuu-chan!” Daisuke got up and leaned over him. “Are you okay?”

The teachers approached the bed. Yuuto turned his head, checking out his surrounding. “Where… am I?” he asked quietly and sat up.

“You fell and fainted…” Daisuke told him. “You’re too clumsy.”

“Kaname-kun, how are you feeling?” Moriyama-sensei asked.

“I’m okay… I’m just… tired…” Yuuto whispered.

“He said he didn’t sleep well last night.” Daisuke suddenly remembered.

“He doesn’t have a fever,” the nurse said. “If he feels fine and didn’t hit his head, he can go home.”

“I’m fine,” Yuuto said. “Nothing’s hurt…”

Daisuke turned to look at Moriyama-sensei. “I’ll take him home, if that’s all right.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Will you be okay?”

“Sure.” Daisuke smiled at him.


Moriyama-sensei returned to the club and Daisuke helped Yuuto get up and wear his uniform and supported him to the lockers at the entrance where they retrieved their shoes and coats.

“I’m sorry for troubling you…” Yuuto said as Daisuke supported him.

“You should be sorry…” Daisuke replied. “I was at a really good position with sensei when you stole the show.”

Yuuto smiled wearily. “Yes… that’s why I did it…”

“I knew it.” Daisuke chuckled.

“You can go back if you want…” Yuuto said quietly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Nah, there will be other chances. Look at you, you can barely walk.” He took Yuuto’s bag and put it on himself, crossed with his own bag. He then stepped in front of Yuuto and crouched. “Get on.”

“Huh?”

“Hop up. I’ll carry you home,” Daisuke said.

“I’m not a kid anymore…” Yuuto tried to resist. “I’ll break your back.”

“Look at me,” Daisuke sneakered. He straightened up and turned to face him. “Does it look like I’ll break from your featherweight?”

Reluctantly, Yuuto climbed on Daisuke’s back. He wrapped his arms around Daisuke’s neck. It was a little embarrassing to be piggybacked like a child, but it also felt nostalgic, even though the taller boy’s back felt so wide, bigger than he’d remembered. The coats made it a little harder to hold on, but Daisuke didn’t complain.

“Ah, I forgot my portfolio bag at the club…” Yuuto suddenly remembered once they left the school’s ground.

“Just leave it there, there’s no room to carry it anyway.” Daisuke continued walking. “But you sure gained some weight, Yuu-chan.”

Yuuto smiled and rested his head against the back of Daisuke’s head, smelling the scent of his shampoo. It felt good. He didn’t care that some people on the school yard were giving them weird looks.


They left the school ground and Yuuto glanced to look at the green landscape. If he ignored the gray skyscrapers in the horizon, he could imagine he was living in the countryside, with green meadows and small river streams. At least until they’ve reached the residential area.

They stopped in front of the train crossing. The arm was down and ringing red signals alerted them of the coming train.

“Why didn’t you sleep well last night?” Daisuke asked after a while.

Yuuto weakened his hold on Daisuke and rested his face against the spiky hair, keeping quiet. Daisuke didn’t push him to speak up, just waited patiently.

“It’s just…” Yuuto started. “Never mind… it’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me anything,” Daisuke said quietly. “I’ll always come to… carry you home.” He was amused at his metaphor and readjusted his arms under Yuuto’s weight.

“Even if you’re busy doing Mashiba?” Yuuto asked.

“Yes, and I’m not doing him.”

“What about that guy… Yoshimura-san?” Yuuto continued. “Will you come then?”

“Yes. But I’ll be annoyed if you called me in the middle.”

Yuuto laughed and tightened his hold around Daisuke’s neck, basking in his scent. “And Moriyama-sensei?” he asked after a beat.

Daisuke was quiet for a moment. “Well, I’ll come, but you’ll need to wait until I finish,” he said and laughed.

The train sounded its horn shortly before passing swiftly in front of the two boys.


It took longer than usual, but finally they’ve arrived at Yuuto’s little house. Daisuke crouched to let the boy jump off his back, and turned to grab him so he won’t fall, as Yuuto often had the tendency to do.

“Will you be okay alone?” Daisuke asked. “Maybe you should call your mother and ask her to come home early?”

“NO!” Yuuto yelped, making Daisuke lift an eyebrow. “No… there’s no need to bother her over something like this…” he said in a calmer voice.

“Then, how about you take a shower and I’ll make you dinner?” Daisuke walked into the house and removed his shoes before waiting for an answer.

~*~

A few days had passed since Yuuto’s unfortunate little accident and everything went back to normal. Daisuke enjoyed the art club and tried his hand at a variety of stuff, after getting the hang of the pottery. He still missed sports activity and the Physical Education classes weren’t enough to satisfy him, but having Moriyama-sensei at such a close range made up for it.

He also met him a couple times more on the roof, which added value to his time with sensei, but forced him to refrain from smoking until he could meet up his friends in Shinjuku, which wasn’t as frequent as before due to the time constraints.

Finally, his scheduled individual meet with Moriyama-sensei arrived. He walked into the teacher’s office and bowed before the teacher gestured for him to seat.

“Well, I feel like I already know you a little,” The teacher smiled at him and fixed his glasses on his nose bridge. “But is there anything you want to tell me?”

Yes, I want to fuck you so bad, Daisuke thought. I even want you to fuck me… we could do it right here on this table, if you just say the word…

He shook his head from the thoughts and the teacher mistook the gesture. “No?”

“Ah, well…” Daisuke laughed nervously. “What do you want to know, sensei?”

“I don’t know, do you have any dreams or wishes…” The teacher started and opened up Daisuke’s score sheet. “Your grades are not that bad, but still pretty average. Don’t you think you could do better?”

Daisuke shrugged. “I’m not as smart as I look, I guess.”

“I think you’re smart enough,” Moriyama-sensei disagreed. “You’re probably just lazy.” He closed the book and tapped his finger on it. “I know it’s a little early, but is there any school you wish to go to?”

Daisuke looked away, fixating his eyes on a decoration on the small metal cupboard behind. He shook his head. “I don’t know…”

“It’s okay, there’s still time.” Moriyama-sensei didn’t press on him. “From your PE grade, it looks like you’re good at sports. Weren’t you on the track team last year?” he asked, even though he obviously read the answer earlier in the boy’s file. “Did you get injured?”

Daisuke shrugged. “I like all kinds of sports,” he said. “When I’m playing basketball, I want to play baseball… and when I play baseball I want to play soccer… I can’t choose what I like best.”

“So you’re not choosing anything?”

“I don’t know.” Daisuke shrugged. “What about you? How did you choose to become a teacher?” He decided to shift the attention to Moriyama-sensei and find out a little more about him on the way.

“I enjoy tutoring and I love to help people.” The teacher’s answer was too concrete for Daisuke.

“But it wasn’t my first choice,” Moriyama-sensei continued. “So it’s okay if you can’t make up your mind right now.”

Daisuke found himself staring at his teacher’s lips. He wanted to kiss him so badly. But it was still too early. He decided to grow on the teacher’s good side for a while longer, and once they return from the Golden Week vacation, he was going to be more forward.

‘That’s my plan for the future, sensei.’ He gave his unsuspecting teacher a light smile.

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