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Deidara had dreaded school that Monday. More specifically, he dreaded going to his last class of the day. He had spent all of Sunday trying to make sense of what had happened the previous night.
His new art teacher, a man who he could only see as being an emotionless prick, had kissed him. It had been the strangest moment of his life. The thing that scared him the most though was that it the kiss wasn't actually bad. He was shocked, that's for sure, but Mr. Akasuna wasn't a bad kisser. His lips were very soft and warm. If the situation hadn't been so bizarre, he probably wouldn't have minded the kiss.
By the time 8th period came around, he had no idea what to do. He walked towards that hallway, but then he turned around to go the other way. That situation had been repeating over and over again for the past ten minutes. He eventually decided to just skip class that day. He knew that eventually he would have to go to, but today he wasn't ready to face his teacher.
He went over to the stairway. To his relief, he saw that Hidan was already sitting there.
"You're skipping too, hmmm?" Deidara said.
Hidan nodded. He moved over so there was a little more room for his friend to join him. Deidara sat down.
"Why aren't you in art, Blondie?" Hidan asked, "I know you hate the teacher, but it's not like you to just skip art."
Deidara shrugged uncomfortably, "It's just kind of weird."
"Why? Because he's a jackass?" Hidan asked.
"No," Deidara said, "It's just weird."
Hidan gave Deidara a serious look, "Is that really all?"
Deidara suddenly realized that talking to Hidan was probably a really bad idea. He had known Hidan since preschool. No one else in the world knew the blonde better. So it was obvious that whenever Deidara wasn't feeling okay, Hidan would be the first to notice.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it," he said, biting his lip.
"Seriously, Deidara. What's wrong?" Hidan said, now very concerned, "You can tell me."
Deidara sighed, 'Well just telling one person won't matter,' he thought, 'Besides if I can't trust him then who can I trust?'
"Fine," Deidara said, "I'll tell you, but you have to promise that you won't tell anyone else ever. It's a big secret!"
"I promise," Hidan said, anxious to hear what Deidara was so eager to hide.
"Well ummm..." Deidara started to say, "On Saturday I went to visit the art museum. When I was there, Mr. Akasuna, the new art teacher, was also looking at the exhibits. We talked for a while and went through the museum together. It was nice because I never get to look at that stuff with someone who actually cares about art. After that he drove me to my house so I didn't have to go by bus, and then I invited him up to my apartment for dinner since he was nice enough to drive me."
Hidan wasn't exactly sure how to react to what Deidara was saying, "And then what happened?"
"He..," Deidara mumbled, "he kissed me and then left."
Hidan was silent for a minute. He didn't try to make any jokes or act mad. He was actually taking the situation seriously for Deidara sake.
"How did you feel about it?" He finally asked.
Deidara sighed, "I don't really know. It was so weird, but if the situation wasn't so strange, I wouldn't have been bothered by it."
"So that's why you're out here," Hidan said, "You're afraid to face him."
"Not afraid," the blonde said, "just nervous I guess."
Hidan nodded, "You know I'd support any decision you make, man, but staying out here won't solve anything. The longer you wait, the worse it may be."
Deidara shrugged, "I guess so, hmmm."
Hidan looked at his phone and then stood up, "I'm gotta go. I was supposed to have left to go to the bathroom fifteen minutes ago. My teacher is going to be pissed at me."
Deidara nodded, "Okay. Thanks for listening to me, hmmm."
Hidan smiled, "Anytime, Blondie. Text me if you need to talk more later cause I'm here for you."
Hidan went up the stairs to the second floor. Deidara sighed and leaned his head against the wall. He closed his eyes and tried to let himself relax.
"Mr. Iwa, what are you doing out a class?" a stern voice asked him.
Sasori was the only one in his classroom. It had been fifteen minutes but his only student hadn't shown up. Not that he was surprised though. He definitely couldn't blame Deidara for not wanting to see him. He honestly could not explain what had come over him. He had never really seen anyone from a romantic viewpoint in his life. The only person he ever cared about was himself because the rest of the world always lied to or belittled him. Deidara was different. He told Sasori what he really thought no matter the consequences. Sasori kind of admired that. And despite whatever he may try to tell himself, he had to admit that Deidara was beautiful. He never saw another person look so perfect, man or woman.
But he shouldn't have lost control like that. It was stupid and unprofessional. He never should have gone up to Deidara's apartment in the first place.
Suddenly he heard the door open. He was very surprised to see it was Deidara with the principal standing behind him.
"I found this student skipping your class," Ms. Tsunade said, pushing Deidara inside.
The blonde-haired teen didn't make any eye contact with Sasori. He just quickly went to go sit down at one of the art tables.
"Thank you," Sasori said to Ms. Tsunade.
She nodded and left the room to go make sure no one else was skipping.
There was an extremely loud silence in the room. Sasori sat at his desk looking towards the student. Deidara stared straight down at the table.
"I won't give you a detention or anything like that for skipping," Sasori finally decided to say, "since it's pretty obvious why you were staying away."
"Thank you," Deidara said very quietly.
Everything was silent again. They stayed that way for a few minutes. Sasori sighed and decided this was no way for them to fix things. He got up from his desk and walked over to sit across from Deidara. The student's eyes went up for a second but then shot down immediately after.
"About Saturday," Sasori said, "I'm really sorry. I don't know why I did it. It was just an impulsive move that I should have controlled. It was wrong of me. I can understand if you want to transfer out of this class like the other students. I can talk to the guidance counselor-"
"No," Deidara suddenly said, interrupting him, "I still want to take this class. Whatever relationship I have with the teacher, I still care about art."
Sasori was a little surprised that Deidara wouldn't jump on the first opportunity to leave, but he nodded.
"If that's what you want," he said, "and I promise you I will never do anything like that again."
Deidara nodded. He finally picked his head up and looked at the teacher. Sasori cursed himself silently for again noticing how pretty Deidara's eyes were.
"So what are we going to learn today? That is if you still don't believe I'm a 'hopeless cause', hmmm," Deidara said jokingly.
Sasori smirked, "There may be some hope for you yet."
Deidara smiled back, but still had a bit of an uneasy feeling inside of him from when he had felt almost upset that Mr. Akasuna said he would never do anything like that again.