Nerdling Prince by Nozomi

The Erudite

Morning rays peep through the obscured window in front of the girl's genkan, illuminating the entire area is the muted colors of 7:23 AM. Outside in the bushes he stands on the pads of his toes, chalk hands clinging onto the sill and allowing him to peep over the edge. Still in his outdoor shoes most people would wonder why a boy like him was peeping into the girl's room, it was out of his normally careful character that was so closely guarded. But there was a good reason, and if anyone found out about his obsession the mortification would be unbearable.

When the glass framed clock’s red seconds bar ticks to the twenty eighth minute his unobtainable prize came into view. Clad in a black and blue sailor suit top, paired with the pleated skirt drifting down to her knees, the raven haired beauty strides in, chatting with another girl her age. Before he would watch her from afar she had a box to keep her shoes on the top of the rack on the far left side of the room, where it would be hard to notice anything without straining ones neck. Everything changed though during a conversation, simple and sweet, during the time that they had class-cleanup duty.

The girl she is with, Sango, had requested to switch lockers with her. When asked for justification, well, her boyfriend Miroku was the simple answer and easy enough to understand. Clapping out erasers he had over-heard the two girls talking, and paid close attention with those slightly sensitive ears of his. She had agreed whole-heartedly, to prevent her friend from having her panties checked out from afar by her lecherous boyfriend. During the remainder of their cleanup the object of his wildest fantasies’ best friend has expressed her gratitude over and over again.

The next day all he had to do was ease-drop on the boy’s conversations expressing his frustration to find out exactly how he peeped on her in the first-place. Two glass-pained windows had done the trick for him, and although you couldn’t hear through them it was a good enough place to catch a glimpse that could relieve all of the tensions of contact with their chosen ladies, admiring their beauty… Or maybe that wasn’t the right word to describe the sight itself. And with his hands keeping him up on the railing it is strenuous to say the least, red hot tension showing on his knuckles.

One minute she was there, chatting with her friend, before Sango drifts out of sight and out of mind. Then, still talking to her from the other side of the room, she starts her descent towards the nook. The show was about to begin, and he could barely keep in his excitement at her morning routine. Although it is a primary cause of his frustrations he wouldn’t miss the next events for the world. It is private, a secret, a sin, and a lie that he repeats to himself all at the same time. All his and no one else’s.

Descending slowly he rear end lifts high in the air, exposing just the very edge of white cotton. If he blinked for even a moment he would’ve missed it, and that couldn’t work for the situation. But it was just the start, the delectable convex of the top of her thighs and he knew it very well. Soon it was out of sight, but not out of mind. No, that image would hopefully never leave his mind. If she would agree he could plot the points mimicking it on a graph and come up with an equation to properly express its beauty, but no way she would ever agree to that.

Dipping down she slowly sits, perched on her lower back and facing away from him, legs spread wide apart. Gently she starts to tug one shoe off, and when it does release there is a little popping noise to match the action of her divesting from her footwear. Her already tight socks that abruptly fold over one once they reach her knees end seem to become even tighter on her as this happens. Repeating the process on the other side a heat comes to his face, something that he would never let anyone know that he was capable of, especially her. It was slow and sweet, but infuriating all the while.

The flushed pain in his knuckles starts to go numb, and he knows that he won’t be able to hang on to the sill for much longer. But oh, the rest of it would just be enough. Even if he couldn’t notice every detail of her exiting with the dance of her hips, it would be more than enough to see the next few bits. After that he could leave the bushes, enter through the boys genkan, and never tell a living soul about his exploits. Secrets should remain secrets, right? And he was more than tempted to never let anyone in on this little delight each and every morning.

Moving onto hands and knees, she faces towards her cubby, face angled down towards the locker to expose a lower lip being bitted by slightly showing front teeth. Silently he wishes that something else would be on those rosy red perfections, perhaps his own in a chaste and short kiss. Not that he would ever admit that to her, it would be far to embarrassing to even think about. Pulling the small door open with a creaking swing she exchanges the hard soled shoes for softer ones that wouldn’t get the floors dirty… And something flutters out. Something that could make his heart sink.

Bright pink stationary, sealed with a small heart sticker. With his liquid-gold eyes he couldn’t make out the kanji on the envelope, but from where it was placed quite obviously it was meant for her. A similar color of pink comes to her cheeks, and the rest of the routine becomes all too rushed. Shoes on, cubby locked, Sango chatted up, and the procession into the school flying by.

To his knees he drops, the pants for his uniform in a dark blue becoming smudged with drown dirt. Normally he would care deeply about an offense like this to his uniform, but now it didn’t matter. No, instead he had bigger fish to fry. That love letter is from another boy, a rival, and obviously one that she cares about quite a bit. Maybe she feels the same way about the mystery-man as he does about her? Unacceptable. But when did girls like that look twice at guys like him?

Standing up with clenched fists he pushes square glasses back towards the bridge of his nose. The dull ache in his loins had been replaced by a fire in his heart. Whomever had sent that letter was in for a bruising from the local erudite. He would make them pay, and win her over. There was no doubt about that now, as he had no intention of loosing her to another man out there.

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Authors Note: Having formatting issues. Hopefully it worked this time. ^^