Kawakami's lecture works against her

"Before I put you out of your misery, Sakamoto, let's go over all of the things that should have been done differently tonight," Kawakami spoke with a cold frown, staring down at the young man hunched over her lap. "First off, you shouldn't have been sneaking around after hours. Secondly, you shouldn't have stolen from me. Third, you shouldn't have **** me to chase you out into the street in my underwear. Fourth, you should have had the good sense to simply leave my phone and wallet where I could reach them when I woke up, along with that laundry basket! In what world does it make sense to crawl all over me like some kind of creepy molester?!"

"Look, I know it ain't my place to throw stones or whatever, but what were you doing with all of Jo- eer, Ren's clothes, dressed up in a bikini like that? Does common sense even apply in a situation like that?!" the reddening boy snapped back, ever one to fight against authority. Plus, he didn't like the implication that he had any unjust intent in his actions. "Why don't you tell me what you were doing first, huh?"

"That's none of your business!" Kawakami growled, abandoning her chop and catching him in a headlock again. She ignored his hand tapping against her arm, like he was begging her to break a submission hold. "I thought you were on the up and up ever since you started hanging out with Ren and rejoined the track team, but you've actually been out here peeping on people and stealing things, huh, Sakamoto?"

"Wh-Why am I Sakamoto and he's Ren?! Shouldn't he be Amamiya?!" Ryuji managed to squeeze the words out, despite growing blue in the face.

"Geez, who's asking the questions here?!" Kawakami scolded him further, tightening up her head-lock and growing gradually red as red as the boy she was accusing of being a thief and a pervert.

"T-Teach... Teach!"

"Whaaat?"

"Your boobs...!"

Kawakami was ready to hit him again for talking about her body, until she realized why he was suddenly bringing the matter up: the way she had his head locked under the crook of one arm meant that his face was pressed into the chest of her doctor's coat. Besides cutting off his breathing, it had the double effect of letting him feel the texture of her naked body beneath the thin garment. "Bwah!" the teacher cried, pushing him off of her and onto the floor. In hindsight, she ought to have realized that wrestling in her current state was a bad idea.

As the boy gasped for air, she stepped past him, then knelt down to start going through the laundry hamper. "Ryuji... There were more clothes inside this basket when you took off with it, right? Like, some underwear?" She turned her head slowly to look down at him as she held that kneeling position.

"There... There were... But I lost a bunch while I was running!"

"Gaaaaah!" the teacher growled, grabbing at her frizzy hair again as a tell-tale beep began to sound from nearby. She ought to have been focused on it, but instead, all she could do was think about strangling the thieving delinquent who had lost her bra and panties somewhere. She grabbed him off of the floor and shook him by the lapels of his coat angrily.

"Teach! Teach, dammit, listen to me!"

Kawakami didn't need him to spell out what was wrong this time. In all of the wrestling, the coat had come untied, causing it to flap about her bare body. From this distance, he could easily see not just her boobs, but the relatively unshaven area between her legs that no student ought to be looking at. It was undeniably the body of a woman over a decade his senior... as a relatively unlucky guy in terms of his love life, he could hardly be blamed for the wide-eyed stare he was giving her. It was unlikely he'd ever pictured what Kawakami's bare body looked like and now, he'd probably be unable to stop thinking about it until he graduated. Her face began to fill with heat as she staggered backwards against the train's wall. "Sakamoto-!"

To her surprise, Ryuji kicked the laundry hamper underneath a nearby seat, then approached her quickly, performing the wall-slam normally reserved for lovers by slamming his paw against the glass behind her. She made a small whimper and jumped, suddenly feeling like a young girl next to the surprisingly muscular young man... She'd never really looked at that part of him before, but it was hard to ignore from this range. Was he forcing himself on her now...?!

No, the intention became clear soon enough as the train car began filling up with people going to the next stop. It looked like some sort of camera crew... she recognized on the arm-bands of several of the newscasters the name of a local news station. "Crap! This is the absolute last thing I need right now... A juicy student/teacher scandal is probably just what the vultures want right now to fill their dead news hours...!" Kawakami thought to herself, panicking as Ryuji stood very close to her exposed body and tried to keep his eyes on the ceiling like a gentleman. He was evidently trying to hide her body with this close position, but he should have realized; if he'd just back up, she could secure the coat's button at the waist! Instead, she was **** to stand there with the whole thing hanging open, her front hidden only by his own body. "I've never seen someone cause so much chaos while trying to be a good person!" Kawakami cursed inwardly, her fists shaking as she tried her best to enter an idle standing position, so that the others wouldn't suspect anything.

The only saving grace now was that Ryuji had averted his eyes and his profile was easily wide enough to cover her body. Those tired news-hounds might not be looking for a scoop after all... they looked almost as tired as she felt from a long day of work. Maybe something would finally go right tonight and she'd be able to get home without any further incidents?