This is my first time uploading to FFnet. I find this rather complicated (is it just me?).

This was originally a request for the kinkmeme. Here's the request:

Hachimenroppi/Tsukishima- Teacher/Student relationship, one partner being mute
Tsuki transfers to the high school Roppi teaches at during the middle of the year; Roppi is asked by the principal to look after him-he finds it annoying at first that he has to do this and it irritates him that Tsuki doesn't talk to him, until he realizes that Tsuki is actually mute.

Yeah. So um... Enjoy? ^^

"Roppi-san."

I look up at the sound of someone speaking my name. It's that one gym teacher. Tsuppari, I think his name was. He's leaning against the doorframe of the teacher's lounge where I had been trying to enjoy my lunch break- as much as I could enjoy anything at this hellhole of a school surrounded by annoying brats- and waves his hand in a gesture for me to come towards him.

I glare at him for a few moments, hoping that my hostility will send him away so I can eat my lunch in peace- it's just a sandwich I had made in a hurry this morning, but it's my nourishment dammit. "Roppi-san, Principal Kamura would like to see you." Apparently, some alone time was too much to ask for.

I wave the man away, "I'm coming."

"Good afternoon, Hachimenroppi-sensei." Principal Kamura greets me as I enter his office.

I scowl at him, "Sir. I have a class to teach in 10 minutes." This is when I notice the other man in the room. He sits across from my boss, so I assume he's a parent. I can't remember writing any infractions recently- not because my students are well behaved, but because I don't feel like dealing with their disgruntled guardians- so I can't imagine why I have been summoned to presumably talk to this visitor.

Principal Kamura stands and holds out a hand towards the man. "This is Heiwajima Tsugaru-san. He will be enrolling his ward in our school starting tomorrow."

Heiwajima-san rises from his seat and reaches a hand towards me. I had been standing at the door to the principal's office in hopes that I would be able to sneak away quickly so I had to take a few steps forward to take the offered handshake.

"It's a pleasure," the man says in a deep, soothing voice. He was quite attractive. Tall, blond, and broad shouldered with mesmorizing electric blue eyes. Firm handshake, too.

Principal Kamura interrupted my observations by putting a hand on my shoulder, which was gross because the guy had clammy, pudgy hands with sausage-like fingers. It made me cringe. "So, Hachimenroppi-sensei will be the one to take your Tsukishima under his wing, Heiwajima-san."

This was news to me. "I'm doing what now?"

Kamura ignored me and instead slipped a thick manila envelope into my hands. I stared at it and wondered what was inside. I didn't want to open it, because that might be what sealed my fate. Opening it and gaining whatever knowledge was inside might be the thing that kept me from wriggling out this situation. One of those 'you know so either you do what you're told or we'll kill you' things. That could happen. Or not. Probably not. But I still didn't want to open the envelope.

Heiwajima-san interrupted my suspicious thoughts, "I'm enrolling my cousin, Tsukishima, in this school tomorrow. He is a bit special and Principal Kamura has chosen you to be his mentor. He says you're the best of the best."

I turned my gaze to the principal after hearing the bold ass lie he had told this poor man. Best of the best? I hate all of my students. Why would I make a good mentor?

Kamura seemed to realize that I was annoyed- well, more so than usual- because he began ushering Heiwajima-san out of his office. "So Heiwajima-san, don't you worry! Hachimenroppi-sensei will definitely bring Tsukishima-kun out of his shell. Have a nice day!"

When the principal reentered the office I decided to take a seat where that Heiwajima guy had been sitting. Without saying a word Kamura sat across from me, behind his desk. I stared at him, waiting for an explanation. He stared at me back. We stared at each other for a long while.

But when it comes to staring contests I cannot be beaten.

Kamura gave in eventually, "Look, Roppi-san. I-"

"I refuse." I deadpanned immediately.

"You can't refuse," the other man insisted. "It's already been decided. All I need is for you to look out for the kid. Just read his files and keep him from getting killed."

"I don't want to." I insisted. As if anyone ever listened to me.

"You have to. It won't be too bad. Good luck."

That was obviously a dismissal, but I took to glaring at my boss for a little while longer to make him change his mind. It proved ineffective.

"Fine, but I'm not teaching next period."

"That's fine. You have the rest of the day off." I could hear the smile in the principal's voice. He knew he'd won.

Looking through this Tsukishima kid's file. It was quite depressing. It didn't tell me anything personal about him but as far as I could see his life sucked.

The first page looked something like this:

Name: Heiwajima Tsukishima

Age: 15

DOB: April 19, 1996

Birthplace: Hokkaido University Hospital

Parents: Mother deceased. Father awaiting trial.

[If not same as above] Guardian(s): Heiwajima Tsugaru

Allergies: Salmon, Peanuts, Bananas, Apples, Mangos

Physical Ailments: Asthma, Epilepsy, Anterograde Amnesia

Psychological Ailments: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (resulting in symptoms of Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Panic Disorder), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Depersonalization Disorder (when under stress)

After that were about 20 to 25 pages of notes on the extent of the boy's psychological condition, each page signed at the bottom by a psychologist. The last page was an extensive list of words that seemingly had no meaning. At the top of the page, written in large letters, was the word 'PHOBIAS'.

Obviously, I would have to Google all the ridiculous terms that night.

Some of the words were highlighted, which meant they must invoke the most violent response from the kid. I read over those to start with. 'Claustrophobia'. I knew that one. There was also 'Eisoptrophobia' and 'Achluophobia'. I'd look those up first.

That night I pored over everything I had been given. It was actually quite interesting. Like a novel.

Now that I had seen all that was wrong with the kid, I was kind of curious about him.

All of the psychologists- there were several- that had observed and analyzed the boy had alluded to him being shy and reserved normally, but exceedingly violent and cold when faced with certain triggers. But nothing had stated how such behavior had come about.

I was actually a bit excited to meet him.