Alrights. I know that Starrk isn't a teacher and never gave a hint of being such a person, but just let me dream, yes? Haha well this is a fan fiction after all~! Well enjoy~ Mr. Starrk

Starrk, teacher, what would be your suggestion on love/relationships?

"Alright, all of you have a nice luncheon. Hey~! You two, don't hit each other."

"Aww c'mon teach!" the male student whined as he put his arm around his friend whom he had just hit with his book bag.

"Fine. Whatever, just do it outside my classroom." The teacher lazily waved his hand away. The student smiled widely and made his way out the class with the rest of his peers.

Starrk, Lit teacher in Karakura High, began putting his books away into his bag. He put a stack of reports to the side when he heard a sigh come from before him. Deep gray eyes made their way up to a slim figure sitting in the first desk on the row right before his desk.

"Oh, you're still here?" He asked as he stood up straight, putting his hands in his pockets, he waited for her answer.

She sighed loudly again as she played with her pink lead pencil. "I'm not here to flirt with you, teacher."

He scoffed in astonishment. He looked to his side with an incredible look on his face. He pushed his square glasses back up before looking back at his student. "Oh, okay. Because that was my first guess."

"I'm playing with you, teacher Starrk." she said in a very detached and monotone voice.

He sighed as he looked down at the floor. He thought for a moment then shook his head. "I had no idea. Now come on, what is it you really need? Help? Homework? But you're a good student so then what-"

"Starrk, teacher, what would be your suggestion on love/relationships?"

Startled even more so by her current question he stood back, staring at her. Was she being serious? He thought for a moment. Her eyes never made their way up to him, always looking at her pencil she asked. She seemed serious enough.

Starrk ran a hand through his long wavy hair. He sighed for the hundredth time that day. What was he going to do with such a student. "Ask me what is syntax, how to write a report, that you don't understand a story- I would understand all those. But this?"

"I don't know what to do, teach." her eyes began to water, despite the fact that she was trying really hard not to let a single tear drop.

Starrk's eyes analyzed her carefully. What was he supposed to do? One moment she was playing around and the next she was serious?

"I don't really know-"

"Don't you have a lover? Ever had one?"

He thought for a moment. Oh, one. Things didn't work out he remembered. He didn't really care to think about it though. It had been a bit too complicated, on his part at least.

"It didn't work out."

"You're fault or her's?" she asked boldly. For the first time in their talk she looked up at him. He did not avert his gaze as he thought back. "Ah, her decision not yours, huh?"

He chuckled. This girl, he thought. "I never said that."

"You didn't. Your eyes though, whole different story," she whispered her second sentence.

"Leave the guy."

"What?" she sniggered in amazement.

"Leave him. He's not worth it. If he can't wait a while longer then he doesn't deserve you." Starrk spoke rather strongly now. He leaned against the chalkboard behind him, hands still in his pants pockets.

"A while?"

"At the least," he replied. "How old are you again?" She frowned at him. He was getting her upset. "Why? Am I intruding to much? Or is it that it isn't the answer you were expecting?"

She rolled her eyes angrily. "Both," she grumbled.

Starrk pulled himself up straight and walked up to her. The sun had began to set and the classroom changed into a bright orange along with the afternoon. He stood right in front of her, bent down, placed his hands on her shoulders. "You're better than that. You feel it inside too," he looked down at where her heart would be, looking back up at her, "you can always feel what is right and what is wrong. You don't need me to tell you that."

A few moments passed. Her eyes searched for many more answers in his, but as he retired his hands away from her she felt a maelstrom of emotions. Confusion, sadness, coldness, emptiness. A type of hollow filled her chest.

She silently watched him walk up to his desk, take his messenger bag and put it on his shoulder. He once again resumed his attention to her. No movement came from her so he once more walked over to her, got her book bag and stood back up. "C'mon. I have to close the classroom." this time he didn't wait for a reply and began heading outside. Silently, without even thinking she followed close behind him in a daze.

She stared at him in solemn contemplation. For the first time ever she saw her indolent literature teacher in a new light, something beyond his idle posture and half closed eyes. She followed him all the way across the hall analyzing him. How strange, how different, he looked in the evening color, in the deep orange glow.

Starrk never once looked back. He didn't need to. He knew she'd follow along. He knew she tagged close behind him. He kept on walking. Thinking. Had he done the correct thing? Who was he to correct her ways? Had he been wrong? He couldn't go back, take those words back now, though. He kept on thinking, completely unaware of the effects of the evening.

The young girl hadn't noticed as the more steps she took the more she began to smile. He's so dorky she thought. Her mood suddenly transforming back to that of a normal high school girl. He had his light green pullover across his shoulders, tied in the front, a white long sleeved blouse, and khaki pants. She felt herself giggling at her teacher. Her lovely teacher-

"Oops!"

She uttered in astonishment as she bumped into his back. She hadn't been paying attention to her steps and clumsily bumped into him.

"Here," he handed her book bag over to her.

She looked at it and then shook her head. He lifted an eyebrow in question. Her large brown eyes stared at him pleadingly. "Now what?" he felt himself say.

She pointed towards the gate. He sighed. Okay. He'd walk her all the way to the gate. Silence again. Why wasn't she talking the thought crossed his mind. He shrugged it off as they soon reached the gate. No student or faculty was here anymore. It hadn't seemed like it but time had passed.

"Now here," he announced as he once again attempted to hand her his book bag.

"No," she pouted as she crossed her hands over her chest.

"What now?" he sighed in confusion and arising frustration. Such a bothersome girl he thought.

She once again pointed towards the streets. "You want me to walk you home?" he laughed in surprise and sarcasm.

She nodded. "It was nice talking to you, but really here," he said once again handing his book bag to her. But again and again she would move out of his way and refused to accept his book bag. "Here, girl. Get going. Go."

"Please, teacher?" she finally pleaded out loud.

He sighed loudly in frustration. "Here," he said handing her book bag once again, "Its getting late," he brushed a hand in his hair.

"If you don't walk me home I might be tempted to go and do bad things." she smirked in eminent success. "Will you be able to call yourself a good mentor after that? On your responsibility then?"

He chuckled. This girl, she really was something else. "Fine, where to? Here, you lead," he said putting her bag in her slim hand.

"Okay," she giggled triumphantly. Soon she began leading the way to her house. Her book bag dangled back and forth on one hand. It wasn't very heavy or anything, why Starrk did the next thing he wasn't quite sure, just seemed appropriate he guessed. "here," he took the bag from out her hand and carried it himself. She smiled, but kept walking. Deep inside something was growing. The glow was becoming darker. Night would soon take over.

In no time they arrived to a small neighborhood of small apartment complexes. It was quiet. It was simple, nice, he thought. "This is where I live, come on," she said dandily as she pointed to a small apartment and waved to him to follow her.

"Haha, nu-uh. This is where I stop." he laughed. It had been fun, well interesting enough, but enough was enough. They would be crossing improprieties if he took another step further. "here."

She eyed her backpack and then back at him. "Come on, come up. There's no one else home," she smiled cheekily.

"Even more so!" he chuckled nervously. As he took some steps back.

"Ah come on teacher, I was just playing. Come on, please?"

"No, Gwen." he said sternly. "I am your teacher. You are my student."

"And this is my house!" she laughed as she pointed back up at the small complex.

He chuckled, shook his head and stared down at her in disbelief. Did someone like her really exist? He smiled and looked down. "For a glass of water."

"For a glass of water it is!" she smiled before pulling on his hands and dragging him inside.

Finally got to writing. odd story i feel it is. but anyways. my huge 4 year writers block...nah like 2 or whatever...seems to have finally been unclogged! hopefullies anyways~! reviews? thank you~! :)