#harasawa

Evil Does Not Exist (2023)

Oooh, we don't get requests for the coaches very often! This should be fun! Trigger warning for age gaps, since that might not be everyone's cup of tea. Admin Neon

The shrill sound of a whistle cut through the air as the end of practice was called. Standing on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, Harasawa silently went over the notes Momoi had collected during that day. Plans over what the team could accomplish in the next few weeks were already running through his head, agendas that he would be pouring over for the next few hours to come.

It was all interrupted by the voice of one of his first years — a newer player to the second string team — calling out toward the open double doors to the gymnasium.

"Onee-san! You're here early!"

Harasawa felt his heart lurch, gripping at his throat. Never one to want to look uncomposed, he lifted the clipboard he was holding just a bit higher, hiding the bottom half of his face. It did little to cover the grimace he had.

His eyes watched as you walked into the gymnasium, a hand lifted with a single finger held to your lips in a shushing motion. He always appreciated that you never wanted to interrupt practice, always arriving quietly and standing on the sidelines when you were early. You hardly spoke and it was the air of mystery that surrounded you that originally had him interested.

But when you did speak.

"Go finish up your cleaning duties and we'll drive home together," he heard you say to your younger brother, tone calm and even.

The sound of your voice had Harasawa swallowing thickly, grimace deepening. It had been a while since just the mere sound of a woman's voice could have him so allured. As it was now, he found his heartrate increasing, pounding peskily in his ears and making it hard for him to hear you well.

That is, until you got closer.

"Harasawa-san, it's good to see you again."

The smile you gave him as you approached had him wanting to hide further behind his clipboard. Instead, he tempered the grimace that was sported on his face and exchanged it for a calm smile, placing the clipboard to his side.

"You as well, ____-san. How have you been?"

He resisted the urge to give you a compliment, trying his best to keep his gaze trained on your face instead of running along the expanse of skin your dress failed to cover. He was an adult, for Pete's sake, and a teacher at that; he would rather be caught dead than seem lecherous. But you definitely made it hard for his eyes not to wander, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and exposing more of your neck.

"Oh, same as usual," you responded and he tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear you add. "My college classes have been really kicking my ass. I think I've really got to buckle down and study these next few weeks."

Harasawa fought the urge to grimace again. You'd just reminded him on why he'd yet to pursue anything with you, why guilt gnawed at him every time he thought of you, why he felt so wrong for harboring feelings.

He didn't feel right having a crush on someone over twenty years his junior.

"I suppose that means we'll be seeing less of you until exam season is done then." He tried to swallow back the bitter feeling accumulating in the back of his throat, attempting to convince himself that this was a good thing, when it reality he felt disappointed. "That's a shame."

"Actually..." There was a slight smile on your face, sly and knowing, like you held some kind of secret. It piqued his interest momentarily. "My brother told me you're a chemistry teacher here at Touou and, well, chemistry happens to be one of the classes I'm struggling in."

Harasawa fought the hitched sound in the back of his throat, but the twinkle in your eye told him that you'd heard.

With a wider grin, you continued. "I was hoping maybe someone with your knowledge might find it in him to set aside time to help me study." Turning fully toward him, you quirked a single brow upward. "Maybe over some drinks?"

Although he may seem like he would be strict and on top of his shit, he would be the almost complete opposite, because Harasawa the singular and Harasawa the parent often branch off into being very different people. Depending on what type of person his partner is, the edge on Harasawa may end up getting buffed.

Regardless of those circumstances, he’d naturally be a very loving parent in his own way.

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When they first got their little girl, he acted composed, expertly hiding the waves of stress that were hitting him at once. Were they ready? Would he be a good dad? And most importantly, how does one correctly hold an infant?? His partner smiled through their tears and pulled him in for their very first family hug.

Through her childhood he did his best to try and be the strict parent.

He failed for the most part. It continued through her teenage years too.

Though, jokes aside, he’d gain his edge again after some worrying situations that every parent goes through when their kid is in adolescent years.