My Teacher Lover

Angel let out a loud yawn as she came closer to her apartment. It's been a long day at school and nothing sounded better then a nice long nap. It was the weekend which means she didn't have to do her homework until the day before it was due.

She hummed a small tune as she lightly skipped down the street. Before turning the corner which leads to her apartment, Angel stopped in front of the small shop that she goes to almost daily. She saw the owner fanning himself in front of his store while his two young, part-time workers were sweeping the dusty ground.

The shopkeeper looked up and waved. "Konnichiwa Bushū-san! Here to buy more snacks?"

Angel approached the shop and nodded. "I'm here for the weekly 'charge-up.'"

The red-haired worker snorted.

Angel raised an eyebrow. "What was that, Kent?"

The boy just crossed his arms and smirked. "I just wanted to let you know that if you keep eating like that, it won't be long before you get fat-augh!" he grunted in pain when a fan suddenly hit him straight in the face, knocking him down on the ground.

Mark looked at his unconscious worker before looking down at his hand where his fan was just mere seconds ago. He looked back up to see Angel still in her throwing-position. He quickly pulled out another fan from his sleeve and started fanning himself. "My oh my, someone sure is feisty today."

Angel snorted as she returned to her original task: getting food. She walked into the shop, followed closely by Mark so he could ring up the price for everything she was buying. The petite girl went through each aisle in the small shop, stopping once in awhile to put something into her little basket.

Eyeing the young girl, Mark smirked. "Bushū-san. Did you know someone just moved into our little neighborhood this morning?"

Angel continued her shopping, not at all interested in what he was saying. "So?"

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that he moved into the small apartment building in front of yours. Maybe you should go by and say 'hello.'"

Angel snorted. "And why should I do that?" Before Mark could respond, she held out her basket to him. "Ring it up," she ordered. Mark looked down and chuckled. The basket was filled with chips, drinks, sweets, etc. and most of them were labeled with Chappy the Bunny. After punching in some numbers Mark announced the price with a smile. "That will be 1500 yen." (A/N: Which is equivalent to around $15).

Angel pulled out a couple of bills from her wallet and slammed it on the counter before grabbing the plastic bag of treats and exiting the store.

"Don't forget to welcome our new neighbor!" Mark called out before Angel slid the door shut.

Angel pulled out a pack of pocky from her bag and placed one stick in her mouth. Why is Mark so persistent that I go visit this person? It's not like I'm the landlord or something. Angel grunted in annoyance. "I shouldn't be bothered by it."

She turned the corner and was nearing her apartment. Swinging her school bag and the plastic bag in one hand and holding a pocky stick in other hand, Angel closed her eyes as she enjoyed the warm sun playing on her face. Today was a beautiful spring day, and summer was just around the corner. She felt like going to the park and-

"Hey! Watch out!"

Angel came back to reality just in time to step back before a large, heavy box landed on the spot she was just at a second ago. She tripped over a stone and landed on her ass, dropping her bags and the pocky that was in her mouth. "Ow," she groaned as she rubbed her sore bottom. A shadow suddenly loomed over her, blocking the warm sun above her, causing her to look up.

"Sorry about that. You okay there kid?" the shadow asked. The man was standing inside a moving truck and wiping a sweat off his brow. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a simple white wife-beater that fitted his muscular chest tightly, with a towel wrapped around his hair tied in the back, and a pair of work gloves. The man looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. "Oi, kid. I asked if you're okay."

It took Angel another second before she could react. "What the fuck?!" she cursed at him as she jumped to her feet. "You could've killed me you bastard!"

The man jumped off the truck and placed his hands on his hip. "Well, I did tell you to 'watch out.' Besides, it's your fault for spacing out."

Angel walked up to the man, but had to tip toe in order to get closer to his face since he was about a head taller than her. "You shouldn't have thrown that damn box in the first place!"

He rolled his eyes. "Well if you haven't noticed, I'm trying to move into this apartment before night falls so I'm in a hurry. Besides," he placed a hand on top of her head and ruffled her dark hair. "It's hard to see you when you're so short, midget."

Angel felt a vein pulsing against her forehead. She took a step back before she sent her leg flying.

To where you ask?

"SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed.

To the bastard's shin that's where.

He hopped around on one leg while the other was being held up with his hands. "What the fuck was that for, midget?!"

Hearing the same cursed word again Angel pushed him off balance, sending him flying onto the ground. "That's what you get for calling me a 'midget' jackass!" she huffed before grabbing her stuff off the ground and stomping away.

The man continued nursing his bruising shin as he watched her walk away. "This is some fucked up place," he cursed.

"You're a dumbass that's all," Andrew Fernandez walked over and extended a hand.

Ichigo Walker cursed before accepting his friend's help. "Shut up Andrew. I don't need you making fun of me every second of the day."

Andrew smirked before he grabbed another box out of the truck. "Let's just hurry up. I have papers to grade."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Ichigo pulled the towel off his head, revealing a shocking color of orange hair. He walked over and picked up the box he thrown at the midget when he suddenly noticed a small Chappy the Bunny charm next to it. He placed the box down before picking it up by the string. It must have fallen off her cellphone or something, he thought to himself.

It was a simple charm of Chappy (which he knows thanks to his sister Megumi) with a laminated rectangular paper hanging under it vertically. Looking carefully he read Angel written on it in katakana.

"Walker! Hurry up!" Andrew shouted back at him.

"Alright already!" Ichigo shoved the charm into his pocket before he grabbed the box again and followed his friend to his new apartment.

A sigh came from Angel as she walked towards Mark store. It was Sunday, which meant "homework day;" which in turn means "more-sweets-needed" day. She slid the front door open and stomped inside. "Mark! I'm here for the usual!"

Mira, a young, sad looking girl jumped up and bowed. "Welcome back. I'll go grab your favorites."

"Thank you, Mira," Angel smiled as the young part-time worker went around the store to gather up all the goods. She walked up towards the counter, pulling out her wallet from her pocket, when she suddenly noticed something orange from her peripheral vision. Angel looked up only to see the back of a person with a shocking color of orange on top of his head. Before she could even process everything into her head, Mira came back with a full basket.

"Here's everything!" She smiled as she held up the basket.

Angel smiled back. "Arigatou."

Upon hearing a very familiar voice, Ichigo turned around, only to see the same girl he saw the day before (*A/N). He smirked when she turned around and placed her basket of treats on the counter. "Sugar isn't exactly going to help you with your height, midget."

A vein quickly appeared on Angel's forehead upon hearing his mocking voice. With the most evil glare she could muster, Angel turned her head to the side and directed it to the owner of the voice. "What are you doing here?" she growled through her clenched teeth.

An orange brow went up. "You're not exactly appealing with that look. Besides, since when was there a store where only a midget can go and not a fully grown person?"

Angel bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from screaming at him. "Can't you think of something else besides calling me a midget, sherbet?"

"Sherbet?" Ichigo asked. Angel nodded her head upwards. Getting the message, Ichigo smirked before running his hand through his hair. "Well, that was a pretty creative nickname. Made that up all by yourself?" he teased.

Angel opened her mouth to fight back when Mark suddenly popped in front of them. "Ara, although I do love watching young lovers flirt, please remember that you're in the vicinity of young children."

Both parties stopped their verbal war to glare at the shopkeeper. "WE ARE NOT FLIRTING!" They both shouted at the same time.

Mark just smiled and sarcastically responded, "Mmhm, and I'm only wearing this hat to hide my bald spot."

Ichigo leaned forward to look at the older man more carefully. "Aren't you?"

Mark gasped. "I can't believe you would even think that, Walker-kun! This hat is the latest trend for people my age!"

"This is just great," Angel rolled her eyes, "I'm surrounded by the town's idiots."

"Watch who you're calling an 'idiot'. I'm a lot smarter than I look," Ichigo glared at her.

"A-ha!" Angel smiled triumphantly. "So you do admit you look stupid?"

A small twitched formed by Ichigo's left eye. "I'm really close to throwing you across the store, shorty."

Angel glared back as she leaned closer to him. "Oh yeah?! I bet I can beat you up without dropping a sweat."

Ichigo leaned forward as well. "I'd like to see you try, chibi!"

"Stop calling me that before I kick you in the balls!" Angel snarled.

Mark fanned himself while wearing a mischievous grin. "Ara. Youths these days have the oddest way of showing their affection. And they're even willing to kiss in public-augh." His words cut short when two angry fists simultaneously landed on his face and knocked him out. And again, the two slammed several yens on the counter at the same time before stomping out of the shop with their respective bags in their hands.

The two turned into the sidewalk, leaving the store and its perverted owner. It wasn't until they both turned a corner that they realized they were still in each other's presence.

"Will you stop following me, sherbet?" Angel growled.

Ichigo snorted in annoyance. "In case you've forgotten, I live around here. Besides, why would anyone follow a midget like you?"

Feeling stem blowing out of her ear, Angel turned around, ready to give him a verbal lashing, when he interrupted her by sticking out his hand.

"My name is Walker Ichigo. What's yours?" he asked.

Angel looked back and forth between his face and his hand. "What's with the sudden formalities?"

Ichigo shrugged. "Well, I just thought it'd be nice to know my neighbors. And seeing how we met both days since I moved here, I have a feeling we might meet more often. Call it 'fate' if you will."

"How stupid are you?" She suddenly asked.

"Not so much that I'd leave a person hanging for so long," he replied, nodding his head towards his outstretched hand.

Angel snorted before grabbing his hand, hard, and shaking it, hard. "My name is Angel Bushū. It is NOT a pleasure meeting you."

Ichigo bit his lower lip to stop himself from making any sound. How can such a small person have such a strong grip?! "Well, Angel, the feeling is mutual." He finally yanked his hand out and walked on ahead, shoving his injured hand into his pocket. The two continued their silent walk, Ichigo ahead of Angel.

She was looking at the back of his orange head, thinking of other ways of making fun of him, while he was too busy trying to remember why her name sounded familiar. It wasn't until his apartment came into view that it struck him

The charm! "Oi, Angel-" Ichigo turned around only to see no midget behind him.

"Yeah?" she called out from the side.

Ichigo turned to his right to see Angel, frozen in mid step, facing a parking lot in front of an apartment. "Where are you going?" He asked.

"Home," she replied.

Ichigo looked at her, the apartment and back at her before shouting, "You live here?!"

"Why else would I be going here?" she snapped back, her hands at her hips.

Ichigo scratched his head. "I just didn't think you lived this close to me."

Angel sighed before asking, "What do you want?"

"What-oh yeah! Um, yesterday I found this Chappy cellphone charm with your name-"

"You have it?!" Angel suddenly appeared right in front of Ichigo with wide, sparkling eyes.

Ichigo couldn't help but take a step back, feeling rather insecure with such eyes staring at him. "Y-yeah, well it was on the ground and so I picked it up. It's back at my apartment so if you want it back you can come back with me and I can give it to you."

At those words Angel stepped back and looked away, uncertainty in her eyes. "I don't know..."

Understanding what she was thinking, Ichigo snorted. "Please, like there's any chance I'd jump a midget like you."

Angel glared before stomping on his foot. "Who would be afraid of an idiot like you?" She turned around and headed towards his apartment, "Let's go, carrot top."

Ichigo cursed as he limped after her, trying to keep his weight off his bruising foot.

They approached his apartment but once they reached the side of the building where the stairs were located at, Angel stopped and turned around. Ichigo halted to a stop, almost running over the smaller person.

"Why the hell did you suddenly stop?"

Angel rolled her eyes. "Duh. I don't know where your apartment is."

"Oh, right." Ichigo quickly walked past her, avoiding whatever look she was throwing his way. They made up to the second floor and stopped when they reached the end of the hallway. "Now, don't mess anything up when you come in here," he teased while inserting the key and opening the door.

Angel snorted. "Che, like it wouldn't be a pigsty already-"

Have you ever eaten your own words?

Well Angel did the very moment the door opened, showing a very clean and organized apartment.

Seeing her shocked expression, Ichigo smirked. "Come in," he said, leading the way with his hand.

Angel took one step inside and entered the genkan. Without even realizing what she was doing, Angel slipped out of her shoes and stepped into the apartment to get a better look at the place.

It was a total bachelor pad. It was a two bedroom apartment with one bathroom, a large living room and kitchen. It was well furnished; the living room had a wide screen TV against one wall and on the opposite side was a large, leather black couch with a single-sitter companion to one side. They surrounded a glass coffee table in the middle of the room. The kitchen was full of stainless equipment, immediately bringing a question to Angel's mind: can he cook?

Angel aimlessly walked around the apartment. He just moved in here and this place already looked really good! Not to mention the fact it was cleaner than her apartment.

After a few steps, Angel stopped when she came across the wall that hung several pictures. She stopped upon seeing a picture of a family. There was a father who was smiling like an idiot while holding up two young girls. And a young mother, smiling, with her arms around a young boy with orange hair. "Is this your family?" she asked, pointing to the biggest photo on the wall.

Ichigo walked over and stood behind her. "Yeah, that's my family."

Angel smiled. "How old were you when you took this picture?"

"I think I was around eight or so." He then pointed to the two younger girls. "These are my sisters, Megan and Megumi. They're fraternal twins. And that's my crazy old man."

Angel chuckled while still looking at the picture. She then noticed he hadn't said anything about the woman in the picture. "You're mother is very beautiful," she said.

Ichigo was silent before letting out a breath. "Thanks."

"I'm guessing you got that crazy hair of yours from her," she teased.

Ichigo smirked. "Thanks for noticing it's real. Others keep bothering me thinking it's bleached or something."

Angel was about to comment when suddenly her phone started ringing. "Moshi-moshi?"

Ichigo watched from behind at the sudden transformation on her face as she talked to whoever was on the other line.

"Okay...yes, I know. I just forgot for a bit-well sorry for being human!...What does that mean?! FINE! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Angel shut her phone while glaring at it. When she heard small snickers from the side, she directed her glare to the owner of it. "Shut up."

Ichigo raised up both hands in defeat. "Sorry. Anyways, what was that all about?"

Angel sighed. "My friends are waiting for me. I totally forgot I had plans with them." She walked over to the door and slipped on her shoes. "See 'ya later, strawberry!" She shouted before quickly running out of the house.

"Don't call me that, midget!" He shouted after her before the door closed. Ichigo rolled his eyes and walked towards his kitchen when he suddenly remembered why Angel was here in the first place. "Shit. I forgot to give her back that stupid bunny." Ichigo went to his room and opened the drawer where the Chappy cellphone charm was placed on top of his papers. He smirked before closing the drawer and walking away. "Hopefully fate will let us meet again, midget."

Classroom 3-2...

"OHAYO BUSHŪ-SAN-AUGH!"

...It was loud as any other day.

Angel took a step to her left just in time to avoid the human-missile attack, which ended up smashing into the classroom door behind her instead. "Ohayo, Lopez-kun," she greeted Jonny Lopez with a fake smile.

Jonny jumped up and saluted, completely ignoring the stream of blood falling down his forehead. "As expected of the lovely student representative; you are always quick on your feet. My love for you only grows stronger by the day. Bushū-san!" he squealed as he tried to hug her again but ended up kissing the ground when Angel swung her bag and knocked him down on ground.

Angel smiled at his twitching form as she made her way to her seat.

"Geez Angel, I don't know how you can stand him jumping at you like that day after day," Jane Bieber said, "Why don't you just get rid of him once and for all?"

"I could," Angel tapped her chin with her finger as if thinking before ginning up at her friend, "But it's kind of stress-relieving to see guys like him getting hurt like that once in awhile."

"You're amazing, Bushū-san," Joshua Gaston chuckled, "You sure know how to play with a man's heart."

"Aw, you're so cute, Angel!"Bia Santos squealed, hugging her smaller friend against her large bosoms.

Angel let out an awkward chuckle while patting her friend's arm. "A-arigatou... I can't breath," she wheezed.

"Let go of her before you suffocate her," someone said by the door. Santos turned back to see Justin Tan walking into class. The red head paused for a second before kicking Jonny on the ground. "Still not giving up are you?" he asked before he reached the girls.

Bia pouted as she started wiggling her upper body with Angel still in her arms. "I'm not hurting her. Why do you hate it whenever I try to show affection to Angel?"

"Because you have a tendency to show your affection in a dangerous way," he reasoned.

Bia reluctantly released her hold and Angel popped out from between her bosoms, gasping for air. Jane grinned before smacking her petite friend on the back to help her breathe. "I think today's a new record!" she teased.

Angel glared at her before looking at her childhood friend. "Thanks Justin."

The red head merely shrugged before going to his seat behind her.

Ding ding ding!

The school bell finally rang but nobody really paid too much attention to it since there was no teacher in the room.

Sweet.

"Okay kids, settle down!"

Never mind.

Angel sat in her usual spot next to the window as Andrew Fernandez came in.

"Okay guys," he started, "as you know, you guys will be having a new homeroom teacher who will also be your new literature teacher since Mina-sensei is on maternity leave." Everyone cheered at this news. Andrew sighed as he pushed up his glasses. "ANYWAYS!" he shouted over the noise, "I want to introduce to you guys your new teacher." He looked over to the door and nodded.

And in came the most unexpected person, ever.

Angel wasn't paying much attention until she saw something orange from the corner of her eye. She slowly looked to the front of the class only to see...

"Ohayo. Watashi wa Ichigo Walker desu. Dozoyoroshiku."

No fucking way!

Placed into a state of complete shock, Angel was about to jump up and yell, when suddenly...

"WHAT?!"

...someone else already beat her to it.

Angel looked over to see Jane standing up with an even more shocked face. "What the fuck are you doing here, Ichigo?" she asked.

Everyone gasped when they heard her use their teacher's first name and talking to him in a familiar way.

Ichigo smirked. "Hey there, Jane. I haven't seen you since you were in middle school."

"No shit," she crossed her arms across her chest, "That was when you moved away to go to college."

There was another gasp of surprise.

"Um, Jane," Bia poked her friend from the side, "How do you know the new hunk?"

Jane raised an eyebrow before pointing at Ichigo. "What the fuck are you talking about? Him? A hunk? I think you might need to get your eyes checked, Bia ."

Ichigo glared at her. "Glad to know your manners haven't changed."

Jane ignored his remark and continued. "This guy used to live here in Tokyo and he babysat me and a few others in this classroom before he moved away."

Andrew looked at his friend and raised an eyebrow. "You babysat kids?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I watched other kids along with my sisters when I was younger." When Andrew kept giving him suspicious looks, Ichigo groaned. "I needed some money!" he reasoned.

"Right," Andrew smirked before looking back at the students. "Please sit back down, Bieber," he said.

But as Jane sat back down someone else jumped up.

"ICHIGOOOO!"

Jane, who was still on the ground next to the door, jumped up and flew towards his old babysitter. "I HAVE MISSED YOU MY SENPAI OF PORN-AUGH!" Before Jonny could get too close to him, Ichigo threw out a huge fist, which collided with the young teen's face.

"Glad to know you're still the same too, Jonny," Ichigo scowled, while still kicking Jonny to the ground each time he tried to grab him.

Andrew cleared his throat to get back everyone's attention. "Anyways, I have to get going since I have my own class to attend to. Will the class rep please stand up?"

"..."

Silence.

Everyone turned to stare at Angel who was still staring at the orange head like he had another head.

"Class rep?" Andrew called again.

Justin leaned over his desk and lightly tapped his best friend on the shoulder. "Oi! Angel!"

Angel jerked to attention and quickly stood up. "H-hai."

Upon hearing a familiar name, Ichigo froze before slowly looking up. It can't be... Before he could finish his thought process the very person he was thinking about was standing in front of him and staring at him with the same amount of disbelief.

Their eyes met.

Andrew eyed her suspiciously before speaking. "I want you to help Walker-sensei today. He doesn't know everyone yet and I'm entrusting you to be a model student in front of your fellow classmates."

Angel looked away from Ichigo to lightly bow at Andrew. "Hai, Fernandez-sensei."

Andrew nodded before patting Ichigo on the shoulders. "They're all yours," he said before walking out, making sure to walk over Jonny unconscious form.

Angel slowly sat back down, keeping her eyes glued to the ground to avoid eye contact with Ichigo again. It wasn't until Angel finally sat down that Ichigo was able to look away and open the attendance book. He cleared his throat and started roll call.

Angel sucked on her empty juice box thinking over the events of the day. Not only was Ichigo her new literature teacher, but he was her neighbor-teacher. Not to mention the fact she went to his apartment yesterday.

This cannot be happening, she inwardly groaned while running a hand through her dark hair.

"Oi, Angel, you okay?" Justin asked as he sat down in front of her.

Angel nodded as she continued playing with her juice box.

It was lunch time and like always, Angel was sitting in the grassy field next to a huge tree with her friends sitting around her.

"So, how did you guys like that new teacher?" Justin asked.

"Che, he looks weak," Ivan Wanton snorted.

"But his hair is beautiful," Aaron Stewart said, flipping back his glossy hair. "I wonder where he got it done."

"Nowhere because that's his natural color," Jane announced.

Everyone looked at her in shock, except Angel. She was just thankful she was sucking on the empty juice box just then or else she might have said what Jane just said. Thank you Kami!

"Is that even possible?" Bia asked. "Isn't he Japanese?"

Jane nodded. "I think his mother was a half English or something like that. One of his sisters has light brown hair."

Angel immediately thought back to the pictures she saw back at Ichigo's apartment. "How old are his sisters?" she asked.

Jane tapped her chin while thinking. "I think they're around two years younger than us. They're fraternal twins. I remember playing with them a lot. His sister Megan and I would always think of new ways to annoy Ichigo," she snickered.

"Ahhh, I remember those days," Jonny said, smiling up at the skies as tears streamed down his face in memory. "He used to beat me up because I would go through his father's medical books about sexual autonomies."

As Jonny continued rambling on and on a loud 'beep' ran across the school campus.

"Will Angel Bushū of 3-2 report to the staff room? Will Angel Bushū of 3-2 report to the staff room?" Someone announced through the intercom.

"Well, that's me," she said as she stood up and dusted off her skirt.

"What did you do this time?" Justin smirked. "Beat up another underclassman for flipping up your skirt?"

Angel rolled her eyes. "Please. If something like that happens again, I'd beat up that kid so he'd never be able to speak again." She picked up her empty lunch box and handed it to Jane. "Can you put this back in my bag when you guys go to class?"

Jane took the empty bento and nodded. "No problem."

With a quick "thanks," Angel ran back into the school building and made her way to the staff room, which was in the third floor. It only took her a few minutes to run up the stairs and finally reach the room. Before entering, Angel stopped in front of the door and took in several deep breaths to control her breathing before sliding the door to the side and walking in.

"Um, excuse me. I was told to come here?" she called out.

"You sure are fast, Bushū," Andrew said before nodding his head to the side. "Please go help Walker-sensei with organizing his class lists."

Angel stiffened. "E-excuse me?"

"What?" Andrew raised an eyebrow. "I thought I asked you to help the new teacher this morning. Did you already forget?"

"N-no, no!" She shook her head. "I'll go right now." Without looking back, Angel quickly stepped away from Andrew and made her way to where Ichigo was shuffling through stacks of paper. "Ano, Ichi-Walker-sensei?"

Man, did that taste foreign in her mouth.

Ichigo stopped in the middle of this scavenger hunt when he heard the unexpected and somewhat creepy voice. He cautious looked up only to see Angel looking down at him. "Angel?"

Upon hearing her name come out of his mouth so casually, Angel narrowed her eyes while speaking loudly in a fake, high pitch tone. "Sensei, do you need any help? As the number one student in my class, it is my duty to help out as much as possible." Angel paused for a second to see several teachers looking her way and nodding their head in approval. But as Ichigo kept staring at her like she was crazy, she quickly pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed her eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner, sensei. But my fellow students needed me to help them. But I guess it's not a good enough excuse since you won't let me help you. Gomenasai, sensei. I promise to do much better so please stop looking at me like that," she sniffed.

Now he was irritated. "What the fuck are you-"

"Watch your mouth, Walker," Andrew threatened from across the room. "You're in front of one of our brightest students who could bring good reputation to our school. So stop bothering her."

"I didn't do anything!" he shouted pointing a finger at her. "She's just making shit up-"

"Gomenasai! Please don't fight because me!" She was just making this worse...and the worst part was that Ichigo could tell she was enjoying this, seeing him getting glared at by his fellow teachers.

"Why I ought a-"

"Walker-kun!"

Ichigo was unable to finish his threat when suddenly a brunette, big busted woman flew at him from the side, her arms wrapping around his chest, squeezing him tightly against her.

"I can't believe it's really you!" she squealed. "Fernandez-kun told me but I didn't believe him until I saw you myself!"

"K-Kyla?!" he screamed, noticing who it was from the glinting hairpins on either side of her head.

The woman stepped back, smiling, her arms still around his chest. "Yup! It's been a few years, Walker-kun!"

"Ichigo," called out a low, brass voice.

Ichigo looked up to see Zander walking into the staff room. "Zander! Where were you this morning? I didn't see you during the staff meeting."

Zander nodded before replying. "There are some students who come early in the morning for training. I help them."

"Oh," Ichigo nodded his head. "Well, I guess you're the lucky one who can skip out on those boring meetings seeing how you're the gym teacher and they don't really help you."

Zander nodded his head in agreement.

"Ahem!"

The three turned to the source of the sudden cough to see Andrew standing in front of them. He looked between Ichigo and Kyla, shaking his head. "I know we're all good friends and everything but please reframe yourselves from displaying too much friendliness, especially in front of co-workers and students."

Ichigo quickly yanked Kyla's arms away from him as the glares from throughout the room, especially those from other men, intensified. Not to mention Angel was looking at him with a blank stare, which could mean anything to 'I'm going to kill you' to-

Wait, why am I so bothered by what the midget might think? He thought to himself before awkwardly smiling to the staff. "Sorry about that," he waved, though it really didn't help much. He sighed, already feeling the burden on his shoulders growing. Great, another thing I need to be careful about; Reyes attacking me and my new co-workers thinking I'm some player with a bad attitude. He grabbed a piece of paper, looking back at his student. "Ang-"

"Bushū," Andrew suddenly interrupted.

Angel was shaken out of her daze when she heard her name. "Hai?"

Andrew came up and handed her a different piece of paper. "This is the new list of clean-up duties. I modified it to fit better with the new schedule and the new teacher."

Ichigo glared at his friend. "Isn't that my job?"

Andrew merely shrugged his shoulders. "I had a feeling you might not finish it in time for tomorrow. Besides, I'm more organized than you."

Ichigo was about to retort when Kyla suddenly chipped in. "I have an excellent idea!" she grinned widely, quickly getting the attention of the staff plus one student. She looked at the two men with sparkles in her eyes. "Let's go out for dinner tonight! We should celebrate Walker-kun's employment into our school. Then we should go karaoke!"

Everyone in the room cheered in agreement, while Zander merely nodded and Andrew sighed before also nodding his head. It wasn't often they get to drop their work and go out for a drink...without getting in trouble from the principal.

Kyla smiled when Angel suddenly caught her eyes. "Oh! I didn't realize you were still here, Bushū-san. But I hope you realize you can't come with us," she bent down to Angel's level with one hand on her hip and another hand in the air, wagging her index finger in front of Angel like a mother would towards a naughty child. "You're still too young to drink."

Angel looked at her school's nurse and smiled. "Of course. I was just wondering if Walker-sensei had anything else he needed help with." Before Ichigo could say anything about the piece of paper he still held the bell suddenly rung. "Oh! That's the end of lunch. I guess I should go back to class now," Angel bowed before quickly exiting through the door.

"Ang-"

"I can't wait for tonight!"

Why is everyone interrupting me?! Ichigo screamed in his head when Kyla suddenly squealed. And by then Angel had already shut the door, disappearing into the school hallway.

A sigh came from Ichigo as he looked down at the paper in his hand. Student Information: Name, Address, Phone Number, Email, Extra Information. He really needed to update his student information sheet so he could send emails about the new books he was assigning this week. Maybe he should visit Mark...

Angel waved back before leaving her group of friends to turn the corner to the corner of her apartment. She released a long sigh as she slowly walked the remaining meters to her place.

Today's been a lousy day. First, Mark was all out of Chappy-shaped chocolate bars before school. Second, her favorite teacher left for maternity leave. And third-

Angel's thought process stopped and she also halted to a stop. She was thinking carefully about the third reason why today was a bad day, when her eyes narrowed.

She looked to left at her apartment building then to the right where's Ichigo's apartment was. She looked back and forth several times before checking her watch. It was only 4:15pm. Even if he went out drinking, he wouldn't be that late, would he? Especially when it was a school night...

Angel let out a frustrated groan before stomping her way over to his apartment.

Ichigo groaned as he made his way up the stairs. He could feel the alcohol playing with his body. Usually he'd quit before getting too drunk but Reyes was so persistent to get him drunk, saying today was a celebration, that he had a little bit too many. Not to mention he and Andrew had a little drinking battle again. Man, everything is a competition with that bastard, he thought.

It was nice seeing Kyla again since he hadn't seen her since they graduated from high school, along with Andrew and Zander... but sometimes that girl was too crazy for him. How she became a nurse was beyond him.

However, Zander was different. That big guy always had a thing for taking care of people younger than him. Not to mention he always was a mentor-like person. The fact he was now the school P.E. teacher was no surprise to the orange head. He was happy to accept a new job back at his hometown where all his friends were also working in the same place.

Ichigo finally made his way up the last step when he looked up to see an unexpected visitor sitting outside his door. He smirked. "Shouldn't you be doing your homework?"

Angel's head jerked up and she stared at him as he approached her. She was sitting with her back against his door, knees popped up and her head resting on it. She's been waiting since school ended, and now it was...she checked her watch to read the time. "It's past midnight. Shouldn't you be home grading papers instead of drinking?" she retorted, "Are you drunk?"

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Please. I'm an adult; I know how to hold my drinks."

Without a word she stood up as Ichigo opened the door to his apartment and entered, leaving it open for Angel to follow. As soon as she closed the door, Angel lifted her bag and slammed it against the back of Ichigo's head.

"OUCH! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!" Ichigo yelled, falling onto his knees and clutching his throbbing head with both hands.

"For being an idiot!" she screeched. She gave a big push, shoving Ichigo into his apartment. But Ichigo turned around and grabbed her wrist at the last moment, causing both of them to fall inside the apartment, Angel landing on top of him.

Angel groaned before lifting her head off of his rock-hard chest. She looked down and glared. "Why didn't you tell me you were my new teacher?!"

Ichigo looked up and glared back. "I didn't know!" he shouted, "Heck, I didn't even know you were in high school!"

"Then what do you think I was wearing on the first day we met!" She reasoned. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed herself up into a sitting position.

Ichigo bit his lower lip, cursing a thousand curses in his head. "How do you expect me to remember things like that?! I don't exactly have the best memory in this town, you know!"

Angel ran her hands through her hair before pulling on its ends. "This cannot be happening," she groaned.

"You're telling me," Ichigo snorted, propping himself up on his elbows. "But why is this a big deal?" he suddenly asked.

Angel stiffened for a second, staring at him as if he was the biggest idiot in the world. "Because! We're neighbors!"

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"So? SO?!" Angel smacked his forehead. "Do you have any idea what's going to happen if the school finds out that I live close to my 'sensei' and I've been in his apartment? Alone?!" she emphasized.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I have better taste that that," he spat out. He quickly earned another smack. "Will you stop that?!" he yelled, grabbing her wrist and keeping them immobile on top of his chest.

"I will when you stop being an idiot!" she shouted back.

The two grinded their teeth together as they held a small glare-battle.

THAT was when Ichigo noticed the position they were in. And he couldn't help but smirk.

Angel immediately noticed the sudden change in his expression. "What are you smirking about?" she asked.

"You know," he started, "If anyone from school is to know about this, they'll see you as the perpetrator and me as the victim."

"What?"

Ichigo's smirk grew bigger before he thrust his hip upwards.

And that was when she felt it.

Angel looked down to see her legs straddling his hips. And yes, she looked like the attacker when in most cases it should be the other way around.

"Seems like Miss. Number One is blushing," Ichigo teased, trying to get a better look at Angel's face which was hidden by her hair. "Are you embarrassed? After all, you were the one who was waiting for me, hit me, and push me down."

Angel gulped. She quickly controlled the red hue on her face before looking up, glaring at Ichigo. "Don't think for a second you're intimidating me." She yanked her constrained hands out of his grasps before smacking his head again. "You don't scare me," she said before lifting one of her legs off the ground to get off of him.

But before she could get too far, Ichigo grabbed her wrist again, twisting their body around, and landed on the ground with Angel suddenly underneath him and him on all four, hovering over her petite body.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked, glaring up at him.

Ichigo smirked down at her. "I think I had a little too much to drink. I might be drunk after all."

However, instead of showing fear or a blush like before, Angel merely looked up at him with an evil look. "You're not scaring me in the least."

Ichigo stared at her in silence for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. "True. You might not be scared of me, but someone could attack you like this someday. Prepare yourself," he advised before sitting up. He held out a hand to offer some aid but Angel just propped herself up before smacking him over the head.

"That's for being an idiot."

Ichigo rubbed the sore spot on his head before standing up. He looked over to see Angel straightening out her clothes before grabbing her bag. "I'm leaving," she said made her way to the door.

As she opened the door, Ichigo called out. "Angel!"

The petite girl turned around to see him leaning against the wall with that annoying smirk on his face. "What?" she hissed.

"Come to school early tomorrow. I need you're help with something," he said. "At least an hour or so earlier."

Angel rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she replied before walking out the door, which quickly closed behind her.