He was glad for the persona he'd built, then, when she underlined his tardiness with her tartness, and he could pretend to be unimpressed, and turn for the window. His knuckles, tight already, lost summer's color when she moved her legs. It seemed he was still looking at her. When he tried to concentrate again, this time on the paper that had yet to see its first word from his pen, she talked about some hero's decent into abandon. Threat of rumor. It seemed people were more sensitive back then. Rei talking about it like she was fine with such outcomes had him scratch his ear nervously.<br/><br/>His mouth shrunk and his eyes darkened when she made her way to him. By the time she was close enough, the pen tortured between his hands was creaking. He put it down so he could shrug and rest his cheek to his lifted palm. His eyes rolled over to Yuri, and she was looking at him rather then the teacher. He remembered walking in on Rei changing, a year ago, they were late for their planned road trip, and Naho was already in the car. She'd not been abashed and asked him what he wanted. Everywhere that blouse slept on her now was reminding him of that stolen moment, and he relied on the same cavalier he'd summoned, then. He was about to say something unfitting and modern about the ancient rituals before intimacy, but then she held her own hands, and the blouse lifted with her flexed torso. All he could do was shoot his lip at her again and look down, one blade of hair falling into his vision. Ask someone else.<br/><br/>When she disarmed herself, he breathed slow before he lifted his head again. He felt a bit of anger sizzle with the temperature of the room. It wasn't fair that he couldn't look, was it? Not when she paraded around like this, oblivious like a teacher should not be. Kitato blinked and leaned back, a more pointed rebellion now, and it had some of the girls sit back, too.<br/><br/>His head imitated the angle of her hip as he listened to the wind speak through the strips. There was something new in his gait, like latches had opened in his spine and he was freer. Somewhere he was justifying his inclination for Rei, at least at this distance. It wasn't hard to let the scenes flow. They were myriad. When he crossed his arms, also, he remembered her naked stomach and her practical bra and her hair that had been just a little longer. Seeing her now, fresh cut, made his mouth salivate, which had him flex his jaw. Wasn't that just a cheap trick for attention?<br/><br/>"I think he's just wild with that hunger, Ms. Yoshino." Of course the late arriving boy had everyone's attention. He was looking at her like it was a challenge. Wasn't this as chatty as he'd eve been? "I think he thought there was something wrong in it, and he wanted it more because of it. And thats's how everyone feels, but doesn't want to see. That's how it's stayed relevant til now."<br/><br/>It wasn't a fantastical point, but his lashes had tensed around his eyes in such a manner that Rei, who was the object of his attention, might feel either threatened or propositioned. "I don't know. I honestly didn't read it." he said with a wave. The other's nodded, eager to please, but he didn't see them. While he'd relaxed a little, suggesting the conversation go on with someone else, his eyes were sliding down her neck and into her blouse, and dreaming up the color of her circles, under there. A breath through his nose when he'd decided.