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Danshi Koukousei, Hajimete no vol. 6 Blog Short Story: Poison Apple

Ilustration and original text here

Main Couple: Rokko Ayahito x Oota Jin (pre-relationship)

Other Character(s): Sugimoto Aru (vol. 4)

Timeline: Before Main Disc

Summary: Amidst his student council work for the cultural festival, Rokko attends his weekly art class with Oota-sensei.

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After summer break, Konomi Academy is buzzing with hype for the cultural festival.

Student Council President Sannou, who has been devoting himself to simplifying council operations so everyone can participate, is paying special attention to the cultural festival. After all, it would be the perfect thing to showcase to his rumored “beautiful college student” lover.

Thanks to that, even an ordinary student council member like me has become somewhat busy. I am in charge of allocating classrooms for use during the cultural festival. Since everyone wants a place with good foot traffic to attract customers, accommodating all the requests is going to be difficult. It’s a pain, but that’s just how it is. Wanting to wrap this up as fast as I could, I’m spending my lunch break going around the whole school.

I don’t even care about the student council in the first place.

Since the student council representative in our class had to go abroad as an exchange student to Konomi Academy’s sister school in America, I ended up taking over her job because nobody else wanted to. Taking up the job with the intent of living up to the image of ‘the Flawless Rokko-kun’, I ended up with the reputation as ‘the most likeable boy in school’.

I’m not sure how that happened, but thanks to that, my school life had become a breeze. I’ve decided that this is an acceptable outcome.

“Oh, Rokko-senpai? Is there something you need?”

In the 2nd grade class I’m visiting, I hear a voice that I recognize as Sugimoto Aru, a kouhai who goes to the same part-time job as me in a cafe.

Perfect timing. I make sure to wave around the paper forms in my hand.

“I brought the cultural festival forms, who am I supposed to pass these to in this class?”

“Oh, that should be Takaki’s job. Wait… doesn’t seem like they’re here. Let me pass it on.”

“Thank you. Please also tell them to bring the completed forms to the student council room.”

“Sure… also, I’m sorry, Senpai.”

“For what?”

“I haven’t been able to take any shifts recently…”

In contrast to his flashy appearance, Aru worries about others a lot. That’s why, when he was cast as the main actor for the film club’s new movie, he became concerned about not being able to take shifts at the cafe. It’s not like he’s not going because he’s slacking off, so I don’t know what he’s even sorry for…

Still, the useful Aru’s arbitrary gratitude is very convenient for me.

I smile more broadly to squeeze out as much gratitude as possible.

“It’s fine, you know. I was planning to take those shifts anyway.”

“But I heard that you’ve taken 5 shifts this week already…”

“No need to force yourself. Thanks for your concern.”

After I say that, Aru’s expression turns apologetic. A nice expression that tugs at your heartstrings. With that face, it’s no wonder that he’s popular with women. As expected of a lead actor.

Unfortunately, it’s something I have no interest in.

Besides, the reason why I got a lot of shifts in the first place isn’t for Aru’s sake. It’s because that person will be coming. The reason I got a part-time job in that cafe to begin with is because it’s close to that person’s house. That was all.

But it’s not like anyone else needs to know about that.

“Well then, thank you for taking care of the documents.”

As the chime for the afternoon classes ring, I turn and head towards the art room. It is the 5th period on a Tuesday.

For the next two hours, it will just be me alone with Oota-sensei.

Konomi Academy is an average co-ed high school you can find anywhere. Inside, there are people who are a little different than average.

The first is the previous student council president.

And the other is Oota-sensei the art teacher.

Bleached hair. Cartilage piercings on his ear. There’s a rumor that the reason why someone so far from the image of a teacher can get a job as one is because of his connections to the chairman. In those rumors, the nature of that “connection” is vague. Anything from relatives, to former student and teacher, to Sensei being his bastard child or his lover.

Nobody knows anything about him, and those are the kinds of rumors surrounding him. Moreover, since he has never confirmed or denied anything, those rumors have taken a life of their own.

Even while knowing all this, he pays none of it any mind. He wanders about the school as he likes, alone as always. His reputation with fellow staff members is incredibly poor, for obvious reasons.

That is the Sensei I like.

Someone very special to me. I love him.

The sound of charcoal moving across the sketchbook fills the quiet of the art room. Enjoying the AC by the sunlit window, Oota-sensei looks about to fall asleep.

“You seem sleepy, Oota-sensei.”

“Yeah… went out drinking with friends last night,” he says as he lets out one big yawn.

The sight of him groaning as he stretches is truly reminiscent of a cat. Those narrow eyes, lithe body, and that carefree attitude too.

“Sex friends usually don’t count as friends, Sensei.”

“What exactly are you trying to say, Rokko-kun? Even I have normal friends too.”

“…That’s surprising.”

“What’s with that obviously feigned look of surprise?”

“Isn’t it cute?”

“Nope. What, did some girl tell you it was? Trying to brag about your popularity?”

Saying that without the slightest hint of annoyance, Sensei lets out yet another big yawn. Then, he leans over the window frame and closes his eyes.

“Please stop pretending to sulk and going to sleep.”

“Wake me when you’re done, I wanna see the drawing.”

“What a good-for-nothing teacher.”

“Not like you care.”

As he closes his eyes with a smile, he hides his face in his hands to avoid the sunlight. It really does look like he’s going to sleep.

Does Sensei even understand how important these conversations are to me?

…maybe he does. Or maybe he’s just this kind of person.

At times like these, I feel very childish. Even when he treats me casually, the gap between us does not close.

“If Sensei sleeps, I’ll just go and skip class.”

“Feel free to do as you like, then,” he mutters sluggishly, and then silence.

Well, that’s fine too. I sigh to myself, then continue working on my sketch.

On top of a piece of cloth was arranged an apple, a lemon, and a flower vase.

While I have absolutely no interest in the arts, this optional art class is one of the very few ways I can maintain regular contact with Sensei. Since most students are enrolling in special classes aimed at college entrance exams, the optional arts courses aren’t very popular. With some planning, I directed other students into the other art courses.

As a result, I managed to secure two hours every week where I can be alone with Sensei.

The sound of charcoal against the paper mixed with Sensei’s soft breathing is very calming to my ears.

His pale hair sways in the slight breeze created by the AC.

I’ve thought about it over and over again, but he really is beautiful. The white, supple stretch of his neck, the thin lips, the shapely nose. It’s as if he was a man-made creation.

I want to thrust my dick between those lips.

I want to see that neat hair messed up because of me.

While desiring as I pleased, I continued moving my charcoal.

At some point, the sketch of the apple had become stained black, as if it was poisonous. Stained black from persistence, just like my desires.

I want to make you eat this apple.

I want to stain you with my poison.

Sensei is still asleep.

I am still working on my sketch.

Inside this quiet art room, our passions continue to ferment.

I only have a little more than six months left at this school.

Will I be able to have you in that time, I wonder?

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Experimenting with watercolor effect.I never actually noticed that option woops

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I decided these two deserved flower crowns of their own. :|

Meaning of Akira’s flower crown:

Box Tree- Stoicism

Water Willow- Frankness, Freedom

Hepatica- Confidence

Meaning of Keisuke’s flower crown:

Peony- Shame, Bashful

Heliotrope- Devotion, Faithfulness 

Mezeron- Desire to please, Timidity

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totallyforgotabouthis

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And hey, you. Don’t you think it was kinda cute, that I died right inside your arms tonite? x

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“Hehe~ Father Olivine is so soft and warm!”

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Another for Oliaru month! (It’s almost over. Can you believe?)

The prompt was “Soft”!

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I’ve had a really REALLY shitty week…..but I know what could cure me.

Bonus:

I will accept these consequences….

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“Honestly Karu…you should be more careful.”

One last one for Oliaru Month!! This time the prompt was “Helaing”!

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fiends :D :3 amigus C:

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Lunch break

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Remembering this wildly romantic exchange

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Will you dispose of me? Just like 7223? [...] So, will you dispose of me if I become worthless?

I reread Rusted Nation.

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🥺

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That stubble is everything

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