"Please, that's stupid! He's a famous general so there's no way he'd be mental," Bia swapped him over the head with her book. "He's just sad about what happened to his sons."
"Such tragic deaths," Aaron added, "I would have preferred a more beautiful one."
"I don't think so," Justin said at his friend, "I thought the death scene was kind of cool."
"No, it was f'd up," Jane said, "You assigned us a weird play," she looked at her teacher.
Ichigo shrugged his shoulders. "It's one of Shakespeare's most tragic stories. 
"That I have to agree," Ivan nodded, "I actually read the entire play."
"That's a first," Justin smirked as the baldy glared at him.
Jane scanned the book, scratching her head in irritation. "Still, why would Titus blab on and on about honor when he kills his own daughter?"
"Well why would he let her suffer a life like that?" Ichigo asked, "He considered it to be an honorable action as a father."
"I think he was just trying to prove a point," Clara added, "Like how he was willing to kill his own daughter if it meant he could save their honor."
"A-mo, this is getting complicated now," Bia pouted.
"Why don't I remember reading that part?" Angel said to no one in particular as she quickly went through the book again.
Ichigo sighed as he got up and made his way to the kitchen. "It's almost six. Do you guys want something to eat?"
"Can you order us some dinner?" Jane asked, "Like pizza?"
"Sure, I'll buy," Ichigo called out from the kitchen as he called the pizza delivery. Within an hour he was back at the coffee table that was littered with pizza boxes and drinks. "Are any of you guys getting this?" he asked them.
"I do," Aaron said.
"I don't," Justin glared at his friend along with several others.
Ichigo sighed. "Well get it quickly. Don't forget you guys will be writing a report on this play in class this week."
"You're killing us with all this work!" Ivan shouted.
Ichigo scoffed. "That's my job as your teacher so deal with it!"
"Says who?" sparks of anger came out of Ivan's glare as it met with Ichigo's.
"Geez, you two need to calm down," Jane pulled them away.
"Whatever," Justin got up and stretched his arms. "Where's the bathroom here?"
"First door down the hall to your left," Ichigo told him.
Justin nodded as he quickly left the study group.
"Here, help me with this instead," Ivan pulled out a different book and handed it to his teacher.
After reading the problem, Ichigo rolled his eyes and handed it back to his bald student. "I already taught you this an hour ago."
"I still don't get it," he replied.
"Me neither," Bia agreed.
Ichigo sat up as he grabbed a pencil and a new piece of scratch paper. "Here, let's try another example. Here is a right triangle. If you know the angle for the right corner and this second corner, how do you find the third one?"
Clara immediately raised her hand as if she was in class.
The others quickly threw a glare at her. "You can't answer," Bia snorted.
The young girl gasped. "What? Why not?"
"Because you get special lessons from Montes-sensei, who's our enemy at the moment," Ivan pointed out.
"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard!" Clara pouted.
"But true," Angel added as she grabbed the pencil from Ichigo's hold and started to figure out the question. "So, in this case you would use this equation," she said as she started to write something when—
"No! Angel can't answer either!" Bia shouted, "She's been really good with math lately so she'll only confuse us more!"
"That doesn't make sense," Angel retorted.
"It does to us." Ivan quickly grabbed an eraser and erased her half-written equation.
Ichigo just gawked at him as if he was stupid…correction, he was stupid. "Oi, your friend was giving you guys the answer. What's wrong with that?"
"Since she already knows, we won't be able to learn if we just get the answer without solving it for ourselves," Aaron replied, "In our group, if you know the answer, then you stay out for others to try and solve it themselves."
"Kinda like teaching your kids the difference between right and wrong the hard way," Ivan added as he tried to solve the question.
"This is stupid," Ichigo groaned, "Why do I have to teach other subjects too?"
"Because we don't get any of this stuff," Justin groaned as strained her head to remember some of the stuff she learned from class.
Bia looked up from her own problem and laughed when her eyes fell on the baldy who looked like he was constipating. "Oi, don't think too hard or your hair might grow out."
Ivan immediately looked up and glared. "You messing with me, bitch?"
"Who else could I be talking too?" she smirked.
Ivan stood up and placed a foot on the table as he rolled up his sleeves. "Come here and say it to my face bitch! I'll pop those boobs of yours that hold the extra air that your head can't keep."
Bia immediately stood up and glared back. "Well I would talk to you but I just don't know which side is your face since they all look alike: wrinkly and ugly!"
"Enough!" Ichigo shouted as he pulled them back by their shirts, "If you two idiots want to fight then go outside and do it! Don't mess up my apartment!"
"HE/SHE STARTED IT!" They both yelled simultaneously.
Ichigo quickly smacked them over the head. "I don't give a damn. Just shut up or get out."
The two mumbled curses as they quickly sat back down, though they were still glaring at each other. Ichigo back on his seat and sighed. "When will this torture end?"
"Why are you so stressed? Isn't this fun?" Jane asked.
"No," he groaned, "If feel like I'm getting older by the second. I want you guys to leave quickly."
"Why? A girl coming over or something?"
Ichigo looked up to see Justin, finally back from the bathroom, standing by the other end of the table with a slightly red hue on his cheeks, though from embarrassment or anger Ichigo wasn't sure. "What are you talking about, Tan?"
"This," he coughed as he lifted up a lacy pink bra by its strap.
Everyone's eyes widened at the pink object and the color on Ichigo's face fell.
"W-where did you find that?" he stuttered.
"Behind the toilet," Justin said, "I dropped my phone and when I reached down to get it, I found this," he swung it in air, forcing eyes to widen even more. "Care to explain what, or whose, this is sensei?"
Angel couldn't believe her eyes. Directly in front of her, her friend was waving her pink bra that must have missed the laundry basket the previous day since it was obviously the one she wore yesterday! Sweat was forming by her brow and she was doing everything to try and stay calm…but it was impossible!
"Um, you know, you really shouldn't go through people's stuff." Nice, Ichigo thought to himself, That was a really good explanation. "Anyways, I really don't have to explain myself, an adult, to you guys, do I?"
They immediately looked at him with a stern look. "Of course you do!" they all shouted, minus Angel.
Ichigo winced at the sudden shock wave of their yells. "Alright alright! Geez, there's no more privacy in this world," he sighed as he looked back at Justin. "That's my sister's so I would appreciate it if you stop swinging it around like that."
Justin immediately dropped the garment.
"Sister? Megan or Megumi?" Jane asked, "I don't think either one of them wear something that lacy."
"Time changes things I guess…I really don't want to know," Ichigo shook his head as he rubbed his face out of relief for his fast answer and irritation at the thought of his sisters wearing bras.
"Um, where should I put that then?" Justin pointed at the fallen garment, his cheeks now obviously red from embarrassment.
"Screw that! How old are your sisters?" Ivan asked.
"WHAT?" Ichigo raised a fist, ready to pound it into the bald head had it not been for Angel to hold him back.
Ivan immediately started chuckling nervously. "My bad. I meant it as a joke."
"Well that was a stupid joke," Jane told him.
"I think it would have been better if it belonged to a lover or something," Bia laughed, "That would have brightened things up a little."
Ichigo groaned as he walked over and grabbed the bra off the ground. "I can't believe you found this," he groaned as he went down the hall to unlock the second room to throw the bra inside before returning to his seat. "Don't mention this to anyone."
"Hai!" They all saluted as they returned to their work.
Ichigo slightly gazed over at Angel who was still a little red. She looked up and gave him the smallest nod that couldn't be detected by anyone else but him.
She was going to burn that bra later.
Another hour passed as the noise started to settle down and yawns echoed across the room. "I think it's about time we leave," Clara said, "It's almost eight."
"Damn, it's already this late?" Justin checked his watch before packing up his stuff. "I guess we should get going. We actually have school tomorrow."
Ichigo released a breath of relief as he started to clear the table of food and other garbage. "Please leave now and don't ever come over here again."
"Aw, don't you like us?" Bia pouted.
Ichigo looked at her like she was crazy. "Please, I get enough of you guys during the week. I'm close to ripping your heads off for ruining my only break." He turned around to head to the kitchen, but not before giving Angel a knowing look.
Angel quickly looked away in case her face reddened. Luckily no one seemed to have noticed. She got up with her bag of books and joined her friends as they reached the front door.
"Okay, we're leaving Ichigo!" Justin called out.
Ichigo came back from the kitchen and nodded. "Yeah, see you guys tomorrow."
"See ya sensei."
"Bye Walker-sensei!"
One by one they all left, shoving their feet into their shoes and walking out. Angel was the last in line and just as she was about to put her shoes on, she felt Ichigo come up behind her, his heat surrounding her in the comfort only he could provide.
"Be careful on your way home," Ichigo said, making sure the others didn't see him pressing onto Angel from their point of view. He's been yearning for her touch for so long and for now this was the only way to satiate it until she could escape her friends and come back to him.
Angel quickly left the apartment and joined her friends. "See you tomorrow, Walker-sensei," she bowed before they all turned and made their way to the stairs. She didn't turn back when she heard Ichigo closing the door after they disappeared down the hall.
"Man, that sure was productive," Jane smirked.
"Please, that was the most boring six hours of my life," Justin scoffed.
"You should be grateful to Walker decided to help you when most teachers would have already given up on you," Ivan teased his friend, "especially after you touched his sister's bra."
Justin groaned. "Please don't bring that up."
"Well, I still didn't think I had to go," Clara pouted, "I already knew a lot of the stuff and the play wasn't hard either."
"Oh?" Bia came up to her with a mischievous grin, "Did a certain sensei read the play with you?"
A red blush immediately ran across Clara face. "B-Bia-chan!"
Everyone laughed at the distressed girl as they made their way down the street.
"Ah!" Angel suddenly shouted in realization, "I forgot my phone back at Walker-sensei's apartment."
"You want me to go get it for you?" Justin immediately offered.
Angel quickly shook her head. "No, that's okay. You guys go on ahead without me. Besides, I don't live that far from here so I'll just go get it myself." Without giving anyone a chance to stop her, Angel started to run back to the apartment that they just left. "I'll see you guys tomorrow at school!" she waved back.
She ran as fast as she could so nobody could follow her as she went up the stairs. When she finally arrived at the door, she knocked on it.
"Who is it?" Ichigo's voice came from the other side.
"Me," Angel said and the door immediately opened.
Ichigo looked around. "Anyone with you?"
She shook her head. "I saw them leaving before coming up here," she said as she quickly pushed past him. Ichigo looked around one last time before closing the door. "Well that was fun," she said.
"Fun my ass," Ichigo glared as he went to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes. "They better not come back here again."
Angel laughed as she joined him to help. "I still can't believe what happened with the bra."
Ichigo groaned at the memories. "We were lucky I thought of a good excuse in time."
"Which reminds me, does Megan or Megumi wear that kind of bra?"
Another groan. "I don't want to know."
Angel just laughed as washed off the soap. "Thanks for covering for me."
Ichigo smiled as he bent down to lightly peck her lips. "Anytime. Now, how about we go to bed? Those bastards wasted all my energy."
Angel smirked at him. "Exhausted? Too bad because I was planning on having some fun."
Just as she was about to turn around and leave Ichigo grabbed her arm and brought her back to him. "What were you planning?" he asked lowly.
Angel tip-toed to whisper into his ears, "I thought I'd give you a massage everywhere for what you did today. Help get you relaxed before school tomorrow."
"I like the sound of that."
Without giving her a chance to take it back, Ichigo tossed Angel's petite body over his shoulder and quickly made his way to his bedroom, turning off the lights as their laughter filled the apartment.
But outside…
Justin watched as the two shadows inside walked away from the window. Suddenly the lights turned off in the apartment and it became dark.
Bushū Angel never came out.
His hands balled into tight fists, and after trying to hold in his anger, Justin smashed one of his fists to the brick wall, releasing all of his pent up emotion in that one hit. Small bits of the cement chipped off and blood ran down the damaged wall. His knuckles were most likely broken but the enraged red head was too pissed to feel anything else. He cursed before turning around and walking away.