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That fateful night he retrived his cellphone and was about to rush back to his dormitory when he heard a terrible sound from the restroom. To his shock he found a male in the - FEMALE - restroom!

He was about to pounce on the stranger, wondering where was the girl this man had raped when he saw a familiar pair of eyes of that stranger staring back at him.

"SENSEI!!!!!"

******

From then on, he became his teacher's listening ear over nightly - and lethal - bottles of sake. However he would not drink much as he would be the one who bring his drunk teacher back. His teacher had entrusted him with the keys to the apartment - he had expected that.

What he would not expect was that his teacher was not really entirely of Japanese heritage. Born of French, Italian, Spanish and Japanese hertitage his teacher had taught in schools in Japan before. A marriage of convenience to a Japanese woman of strictly Japanese heritage who bore him a son was nearing to a divorce.

He could not comfort his teacher - he was not taught how to. All he could do was silently sit by him as he watched his teacher snored in slumber-bliss - and leave when he had cleared all the mess.

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Summer.

The season he hated most. He would always be left alone. To distract himself from his desires once more he decided to enrol for any summer class.

"Hans-san?"

He did not realise his vision had blurred and his cheeks had been wet with tears as he walked down the stairsways to the main walkway. He thought no one was around. A thud distracted both teacher and student as they both shifted their focus to the floor.

NOOOOOOO!!!!!! HOW DID I BRING IT WITH ME!!!

He could not see his teacher bending over to pick up his comic which he realised he had brought it with him without thinking as he hurried to the main walkway. He did not know about his teacher's moment of silence.

His knees had given way and he stumbled. He was tired. So very tired that he wept, like a child, in his teacher's arms.