Young Sensei x García López de Cárdenas: A PSAT Fanfiction
“García! Thank you for coming, I brought you some soup!” said the Sensei, shyly. “They’re in the glasses-shaped bowls you like.”
“Thank you Kiichi!” replied the Spanish man. “How was your day?”
Kichii Shimano sighed. “Alright, I suppose, but an interviewer asked me questions like ‘What kind of ink do you use?’ I hope your day was better…”
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“You don’t get it, Kiichi. Everyone else is seeing the Grand Canyon, but I’m the only one who SAW it.” García complained.
“I know what you mean, García.” The Sensei replied. “Nature’s effortless beauty is so hard to capture in words. It’s bedazzling. Speaking of which, I’m writing a poem but-“
He turned around to find…that García López de Cárdenas was much closer than he expected.
“What is it?” García replied, innocently. “I want to read the poem you’re talking about, what are you so surprised at?”
“N-nothing,” the Sensei spluttered, his face turning as crimson as the leaves.
Our faces… Kiichi thought …are so close…
He was embarrassed, but simultaneously at the same time, he felt a flutter in his heart.
Then, García looked at the Japanese man in the eyes, seriously.
The Young Sensei’s heart pounded so loudly that he was sure García could hear it.
“I love you.” “I’ve fallen for you.” Kiichi wanted García to say something.
He did not say those words.
Instead, their faces inched closer and closer until…
The doorbell rang, and they quickly jumped back.
“I-I’ll get it!” the Sensei said quickly, rushing to the door.
He opened it, and saw a young boy no older than 8 years old.
“Will you buy candy please?” the boy asks.
“I’m so sorry!” cries a voice.
A woman rushes over, hitting the child on the back of the head.
“I wasn’t paying attention and my son ran off without me!” she apologized, and glared at her son.
“You should positively reinforce your children,” said the Sensei.
“Pardon?” she says, blankly.
“Your children are like dolphins,” he explains. “You can’t leash them.”
“I don’t believe in positive reinforcement,” she says plainly. “It’s dehumanizing.”
“Come on!” she spats at her child, tugging him along.
Kiichi Shimano closed the door, sighing loudly. Then he stopped, seeing García gathering his belongings.
“What are you doing?” The Young Sensei asked the conquistador.
“I didn’t realize you had a wife.” The conquistador said, shaking his head. “Even a son…”
“No wait, García, that wasn’t-“
“No, it’s fine. I should have known,” he says, heading for the door.
“GARCÍAAAAAAAAAAAA!” he screams.
García turns around, startled by the quiet, poetic Sensei, who had become a screaming machine.
“GARCÍA, I HAVE FALLEN FOR YOU LIKE THE CRIMSON LEAVES”, he shouts. “I JUST WANTED YOU TO LOOK AT ME THE WAY YOU LOOKED AT THAT CANYON. YOU’RE THE ONLY MAN TO ASK ME ABOUT THE SPIRITUAL MEANING BEHIND CALIGRAPHY, BUT I WILL ONLY EVER BE ONE MILLIONTH OF YOUR P.”
García’s eyes brimmed with tears.
“KIICHI!” he screams back. “I FEEL THE SAME WAY!”
He flung his arms out and embraced the Sensei.
“I am lucky,” he whispers quietly.
They kissed passionately for more than 23 seconds but less than 23.5 seconds.
After they pulled away, García López de Cárdenas said “Good girl.”
“Woof,” replied the Young Sensei.
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