Hello to the poor reader who happened to click on this story, I do hope that you'll find it distracting and mind boggling. If not, well, what can I do about that?

To make things short, this is a really long story, or rather the translation of one, with chapters extremely short. The longer chapter to this day didn't exceed the 2,500 words count. It is an AU with the main pairing being R27. Believe me, it becomes quite obvious with all the smut going on.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except the plot. That's it.

I dedicate this puny story to DementedKitten13, they were the one who asked me to translate it.

[秋] : Fall.

Kurokawa Hana was not happy.

In fact, it was an euphemism. If she kept at it like that, the young woman, who was supposed to teach a group of monkey the advantages of the Japanese language, would end dying by a heart stroke in a few months.

Hana rolled once again her pen between her fingers dyed with the red ink that she had used during those last hours and sighed while she glanced at the tilted head of her student who was sitting on the other side of the table that they both used.

When her superior had told her about his idea of helping dropout students with a writing class, the young teacher had been excited by the idea and had immediately signed in. however, now that she was with her third student in the afternoon for a private class of writing Japanese, her excitation seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"You've made another error," she scowled as she harshly put down her pen on the sheet full of inkblots and few kanjis clumsily written. "We say 'the sun rose', not 'the providence improved'!"

Her student, monkey number three as Hana had humorously nicknamed him, squeaked and immediately deleted the sentence before he began to write it again with a lot of care, softly biting his slit lips and playing with the hem of the sleeves of his too large sweater with his empty hand while the other wrote new kanji in a clumsy and shivering writing.

The teacher leaned with all her weigh against her chair and closed her eyes tiredly while the faraway sound of the late sport clubs echoed faintly in their empty classroom. The familiar sound of a pen scratching the paper lulled her to sleep and she kept her eyes closed for a little while until a sudden ringing shook her away from her drowsiness and the peaceful haven that the classroom had become. Hana abruptly opened her eyes and went to fetch her bag and phone. Her fiancé had send her an email that morning and told her that he was coming back that very night so she wanted to get back home early to make their meal and thus having more time to spend with him.

"Don't forget to put back the desks," she said just as she was leaving the class in a storm of hastiness and nervousness.

Her student stayed put, still sitting on his chair, and softly put down his pen on his writing desk with a soft sigh. Then, as he had raked his hand covered by blotches of blue ink in his brown hair with tinges of blond in the twilight lighting, he stood up and walked with staggering steps toward the window. His brown eyes observed his tutor running through the school doors and attentively followed her cross the road and get in a tiny car.

"Bathed by the dying light, she awakens to life and embraces it with joy," he whispered as he closed the window softly.

The teen shook his head and began to clean the room in silence.

Next chapter's tomorrow.