Kitato was not getting any notes down. Sometimes, if he tried, he could remember what she'd said a few sentences back, but he didn't commit to holding on to that knowledge before it slipped further into oblivion. It was important that Rei speak, so that she could have a reason to move about like this, in a room full of people that worked as welcome obstacles for them. Sometimes, when she caught him staring and he refused to break the visual tether, he thought she flustered. Kit had to think he imagined it, but it was lovely on her, on the tail-end of her publicly reprimanding him. Pulling her skirt of course only drew more attention to it.<br/><br/>Rei was fumbling for his bag where he sat, when the noises suggested he could. It was a great relief that fell from a great height when she asked him to stay. He didn't really answer, standing up and putting the bag on his desk, instead. He pulled at the low of his neckline and tossed his head to the side, to see out the window while the other students poured out. He ended up in front of his own desk by the time the room had lost all of its hearts, save for the two that didn't really know what rhythm to beat.<br/><br/>He crossed his arms and shrugged at her first question, but knew it wouldn't be enough. He could probably mumble something and be on his way, but he wasn't sure that would be the best move, given he'd see her again tonight. "I'm not tense." he said, as though his bravery was under scrutiny. It was an act, he discovered. He turned to her then, and abandoned the dream of sun-drowned concrete and grass outside. When he did the wind stilled to gather strength for the next gust, and that even made the cicadas stutter in their insistent orchestra.<br/><br/>"I like the scenic route." he said about his late arrival, which started up summer's all distractions again, at least outside. He thought he couldn't be quiet and get away with all this, so he should meet it head on. In his mind this was her doing. She probably thought he was taking advantage of her's being the first class, and using it to buy himself some time in the morning, when he'd never really wanted to go.<br/><br/>Being alone in the car with her was both a dream and a phobia. He abandoned his bag and went to her, through two desks and then, with his hand on the wooden surface, he vaulted over the last one before he could stand before her sturdier office furniture. His breaths weren't labored because of the little jolt of exercise, but rather the heat, and his livid heart. He put both his palms among the papers she'd organized, and leaned closer to her. His expression was likely petulant, perhaps a little put-off, and solely intent on her face, once it had raked her body from the shadows under her skirt, over her flirting blouse and climbed her pretty neck.<br/><br/>"You seem tense also, Ms. Yoshino." he rebutted. He was a bit tired of always hiding. She could have avoided this if she'd only tried to know why a boy like him didn't often stay close to his brother's beautiful partner. And why you shouldn't speak to him with a clam voice when your shirt is off. "Is there something wrong?" his lips stayed parted as he inched closer as though to see the possible answer for his question on her complexion.