How to Woo a Reluctant Shuuhei Hisagi
Written By Nyoro
A/N: HOWDY! Just starting my first story! Yaysies!! Well…I have noticed the sad sad sad lack of Shuuhei/Yumichika on this site… Seriously, guys. It's depressing. I'm not guaranteeing anything special with this story, either. ANYWAY! One thing you should know: My updates are irritatingly irregular. Please don't give up on me! I'll be doing my best but I do attend school. I need to keep my grades up and such. HOMEWORK ALWAYS COMES FIRST! (Unfortunately…)
Keep in mind:
ONE: I am a relatively new author.
TWO: This story will be AU!!
THREE: YAOI PEOPLE! YAOI YAOI YAOI!!!
FOUR: I DON'T OWN BLEACH!!
That's it! I appreciate constructive criticism a BUNCH! Enjoy…
'Once upon a time, there was a teacher named Shuuhei Hisagi, and his life sucked.'
That's what I was thinking when Yumichika Ayesagawa first smiled at me from across the crowded lunchroom. Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Shuuhei Hisagi and I'm a student teacher at Karakura High. Rangiku Matsumoto keeps one for when she gets frustrated. I'm about the most frustrated person on earth right now… Allow me to tell you why.
Reasons
Loads correcting to do
Kensei (my mentor) is ignoring me
Yumichika Ayesagawa has decided I'm his new target…
Allow me to explain number three. Yumichika is a student in my class. Every couple of weeks or so, he chooses a person to shower his affections upon. As soon as he gets what he wants (which is sex) he flutters away to his next target, which now is me. As if my life didn't suck ass enough…
Matsumoto says always to end your entries on a positive note because it'll make you feel better. I'm finding this increasingly hard to do because, as I said before, my life sucks ass. So, on a positive note, Ayesagawa hasn't molested me or my sense of pride…yet. God dammit, my life really does suck ass.
End Journal Entry #1
Shuuhei Hisagi had decided when his student Yumichika Ayesagawa cornered him in his room the gods hated him.
"Sensei~!" Yumichika sang as he waltzed into Shuuhei's personal space bubble without a second thought, "What is your sexual orientation?"
Shuuhei's head snapped up as he blushed.
"Excuse me?!" he barked, "How is that your business, Ayesagawa?!"
Yumichika smiled and leaned down onto Shuuhei's desk so their noses were practically touching.
"I'm gauging the difficulty level of this particular…long-term project, so to speak," he whispered smirking.
"S-straight as a l-line," Shuuhei stuttered. Yumichika raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so, Sensei?" he breathed, delighted that the light pink dusting was slowly becoming a deeper shade of red, "We'll see if you make it to the end of the week that way."
Yumichika leaned forward and pressed his lips against Shuuhei's chastely.
Whoa.
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA, THERE!
Shuuhei roared to life, snapping out of his Yumichika induced trance. Yumichika sighed and crossed his arms as he watched his teacher roll as far back as possible in his swivel chair. Shuuhei made an attempt to continue his correcting until his student sat atop the pile of papers, making the blood rush to his cheeks once more as his face became level with a rather attractive ass. Yumichika smirked.
"Like what you see, Sensei?" he purred. Shuuhei whirled his chair around and began typing on his computer, desperately trying to distract himself from the smirking reflection his eyes were drawn to as he typed.
'Aww, shit…' he thought as he met the gaze of the smirking student.
"Sensei is sure he's going to make this a long-term project for me?" Yumichika asked, walking closer to the blushing teacher, "It's a good thing I don't procrastinate."
"Ayesagawa, please stop harassing my assistant teacher," a booming voice said from the doorway. Yumichika sighed.
"Of course, Muguruma-sensei," he replied, winking at the flustered student teacher before turning and saying, "Sensei, there are such things as curved lines. I suggest you get acquainted with them before the week's out."
Yumichika exited the room with a smirk.
…Silence…
"So… Ayesagawa's after your ass."
It was said as a statement.
That meant a hell of a lot of other people knew too.
…Shit…
"Uhh… I g-guess…" Shuuhei stammered, looking at Kensei, "I-"
He was cut short by his mentor's laughter.
"Tha-that's fuckin' hilarious!" Kensei stammered, wiping tears from his eyes. Shuuhei's expression was one of horror.
"You're not being very supportive!" he yelled.
"What am I supposed to say, huh? All I can offer is good luck with him, kid. He's as persistent as a damn door-to-door salesman. You'll have better luck getting Matsumoto-sensei into your bed than getting out of his."
Shuuhei allowed his head drop onto the desk.
"Don't let it get to ya, kid. Ya got an iron will. There's a slim chance you'll outlast him."
"Who's actually succeeded in doing that?"
"I think the longest someone's ever lasted was…a month."
"Well," he lamented, "it's official. I'm so screwed."
He had no idea how right he was.
…In the figurative and literal sense…
Hello, Journal. (Or should I say Muguruma-sensei. You say you won't read them. We all know you will.) My name is Yumichika Ayesagawa and I am in the process of wooing the assistant teacher in this class. (A.K.A. Shuuhei Hisagi.) I managed to make some progress with him. To think he blushed so much because of a simple kiss! (No tongue or anything. Maybe he's a virgin…) Rather adorable, if you ask me. But, then again, you can't ask anything. You are an inanimate object… Muguruma-sensei says we should at least write a good paragraph everyday. I'll tell you what, Muguruma-sensei; I'll do the work if you let Hisagi-sensei correct this one.
I have decided that with Hisagi-sensei, I'll be trying to win his actual heart, not just his body. (As beautiful as that would be alone.) He intrigues me; unlike the many faceless flings I've had in the past. I've begun noticing how many horridly two-dimensional characters there are in this school. Two-dimensional is primitive and ugly, two things that most definitely do not describe the object of my affections. I look forward to exploring his fabulous body after this war with his feelings and body is won. Of course by then, he will have fallen for me. (That I guarantee.)
Signed,
Yumichika Ayesagawa
End of Journal Entry # 1