Control - Chapter Seven
Cowritten and Proofread by @aoimikans
Toshinori sat on the living room couch, thumbing through a novel Ectoplasm suggested. Soft banter from his students drifted from the kitchen and dining area where studying was in full swing. Occasionally, a student came to him for help on their assignments. It brought a smile to Toshinori’s face. The moments were brief, but he was teaching again.
His ears flicked and skewed the glasses perched on his nose.
Damn it , he clicked his tongue, setting his book aside to fix the large, round, wire-frame glasses. During his last exam with Recovery Girl, she checked his eyes for any changes the night vision quirk may have caused.
“You’ll need reading glasses,” she determined, “Honestly, you’ve needed them for a while. I’ll have a pair made for you before you start getting migraines.”
Should have known, given her fashion sense…
Toshinori chuckled, remembering the look on his face when he saw himself wearing them for the first time. He gaped at himself in the mirror, but the kids loved them and insisted they were perfect.
With his glasses righted, he returned to his book and his dexterity exercises.
Tail lifting and curling, Toshinori carefully moved a small pillow from the floor and set in on the pillow pyramid he’d stacked at his side. It was Ojiro’s idea to get a better feel for his tail, and young Yaoyorozu was kind enough to create a number of different shaped pillows for him.
Toshinori was shocked to find the tip of his tail was incredibly flexible and, with practice, almost as useful as a third hand. With a sweep of his tail he knocked the neat pile to the ground and began again.
Halfway through the next pyramid, Toshinori’s cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, grinning at the name on the screen.
“Naomasa! Hello,” he answered, scooping up the remaining pillows on the floor and depositing them on the couch. Standing, he bashfully waved at the few curious students looking his way and excused himself, “How are you?”