Title: Oi. Author/Artist: MK! Pairing: Sawada Shin x Yamaguchi Kumiko Fandom: Gokusen (animanga-dramaverse.) A 30Kisses Challenge Theme: #1 Ð Look Over Here Disclaimer: I don't own Gokusen or anything affiliated with it (just this story!) but I do wish I owned a pet boy.
http: http: I'm going to try and do this as a series of shorts, like for PGSM, soÉuh.. Enjoy. I really appreciate feedback! I often get the details of a series confused (but remember, this is a combo anime-manga-drama-verse) so if I make a mistake or you think I could improve on something, I'd appreciate hearing about it! And hey, if you like it, then that'll make me happy, too. I'm so sad! No one ever writes for Gokusen!

Pigtails. Shin couldn't decide if she actually just liked to wear them (she was a lot like a kid sometimes) or if it was part of the disguise. The glasses, too. Glasses and Pigtails. She looked like an over-grown grade-schooler sometimes, shorter than everyone in the class, standing up there at the front of the room. Short. Tracksuit. Pigtails. Glasses.

Maybe he was crazy.

For English class, everyone moved their desks up to the front and crowded around "Shizuka-chan", books ready and eyes focused, more than likely, on some favourite part of her anatomy as she moved. For Math with "Yankumi" the desks were far back and no one really cared about her anatomy. Part of that was those pigtails, but mostly it was probably the track suit. Fujiyama-sensei wore skirted-suits and high heels, after all.

Shin's desk stayed put regardless of the situation Ð whichever teacher taught, whatever was going on, even if a fight broke out and everyone else moved theirs to the sides. Shin's desk never moved.

"É.you guys can't use calculators, that's why! Even a warehouse won't hire you if you can't add and subtract!" She was scowling at Uchi again, the usual argument repeating itself.

Shin lay his head back on the desk and let his eyes slide almost shut, head tilted and propped up on his arm. He could see her from here, but to anyone else it looked like he was asleep. The words weren't important Ð he'd learned this kind of basic math back in grade school Ð but he liked to study her.

She looked unassuming, easy to ignore, until someone made a comment that would set her off. Then there was the narrowing of her eyes, her back straightening further, and a kind of demon-aura. The face she put on when someone insulted the Yakuza, or her secret was threatened. Entirely different from, but nearly equally as scary as the face she wore when fighting.

"Okay, so here's the easy trick: See how I write 9-1 down here on the right, vertically? Now starting from the 8, I'll write 1-0 beside it on the leftÉ" One of her pigtails was stuck on her shoulder, the other falling down her back. Shin's arm was growing numb where his head rested on it.

She could be... really oblivious for someone in her position. How many times had he diverted the others so they wouldn't notice something? Something like their sensei's resemblance to the Ane-san outside of Tenkai-Kumi office, or how her "distant relatives" who had come to teach them basketball were really strange. "Oi, you know Yankumi. She loves Yakuza movies, it probably runs in the family." Okay, so it was ridiculously easy, but without his intervention she probably would have been discovered a dozen times over by now. Not to mention the number of times he had taken hard hits in her fights. (He did his best to keep that time he had been used as a hostage out of his mind)
And she was completely unaware. He even thought her Grandfather had somehow approved of him; it was a strange feeling to get from the boss of a Yakuza clan. It was even stranger to stay there overnight while escaping some family problems.

At home she was different. Everything was different. It was a strange combination of Fighting-Yankumi and Yankumi-the-Sensei. Her hair was sometimes down, sometimes in pigtails, but the glasses and track-suit were definitely gone, but replaced with just comfortable jeans and t-shirts rather than anything like what Fujiyama-
sensei probably favoured. But even casual like that Ð sitting in a doorway, or feet tucked under her at the table where she marked tests, it was different. Tetsu and Minoru bowed to her repeatedly, called her "Ojou", and fumbled over each other trying to keep her happy. She seemed oblivious to the often longing look Tetsu gave her, which was both good and annoying.

The Yankumi at home was serious, then casual, then goofy, relaxed and unguarded in a way she rarely was at school. He'd seen her spar with several of the members of the house "just to stretch her muscles" Ð people he wouldn't have challenged unless he had a damn good reason. And she took them out like they were nothing, then laughed with the scariest of them, Kyo-san, over how out-of-shape they were. 3-D didn't have a clue.

Finally, class and the day were over, the others scrambling out of the room with their things while she shuffled papers at her desk, humming a little, and Shin stretched back in his seat.

"Oi, Sawada, class is over!" She didn't even look up from her papers, frowning, then biting her lip, then sticking her tongue out at something before smiling again and gathering her things. Shin pushed his chair back, lifted his bag so it was over one shoulder and walked up to the front of the now-empty class room. She still hadn't looked at him, digging through her bag until she found her cell-phone. "Oh good, don't want to lose this againÉ"

"Kumiko." That was enough. She looked up, startled, mouth open, eyes confused, ready to say something. Something likely about how "Yankumi" was okay but she was a teacher after all, so Kumiko wasn'tÑHe cut her off, lips pressed to her open mouth briefly. "Look at me next time, baka."

And he left, glad his back was to her because his cheeks felt a little hot.

Yamaguchi Kumiko slowly raised her hand to her mouth and stared at the open doorway. "SawaÉdaÉ?"