Feminine Mystique
Gokusen
MK
Could stand alone in episode 8 of the dorama, could also go pre-Act 0 for 30_kisses. 
Take it however you want.

	One of those weird things about Yankumi was that she had no sense of herself as 
a woman.  If it weren't obvious from the tracksuits and pigtails, her home life proved it.
	
	Completely unaware of Tetsu's attention, goofing off and lazing around like one 
of the kumi, completely relaxed and unguarded.
	
	What kind of woman relaxed like this around men?  Around someone Ð or several 
someones Ð who were obviously interested in her?  What kind of woman ran off to have a 
bath which she had a.. aÉ male caller over? (Oh jeez, he was cracking up. It was 
obvious; she was driving him insane.)  Not only did she run off to bathe, but she left him 
with her Grandfather like he was waiting for his date or something, and then strolled back 
in all steamy and wet and smelling like goofy, completely unsexy Yankumi definitely 
should not smell.

	Smelling Ðfantastic-, and then sharing childhood stories with him.  And beyond 
that most obvious proof that he was going insane, there was further evidence to be found 
in his own behaviour. He had settled in, could command the kumi, chat with the boss, do 
the dishes--- He'd only been here a few times (well, a lot, but  dinner with a family 
wasÉ) but he knew the Ooedo dining experience better than he could remember the cold 
dining room at his parents' house.

	If only Natsumi could have dinner here too, and the 3-D-gumi, too, then everyone 
important to him would be in one room, around one table.

	"ShinÉ" Yuta looked sleepy, blinking his eyes open, "Is your birth mother the 
same as your real mother?"

	The kid was smart.  "Sort of.  I only have one mother, but these people are more 
like family to me than my parents."

	Yuta nodded.  "I have something like thatÉ" and he was asleep again, curled 
there with Tetsu and Minoru who were sprawled unconscious and exhausted on the 
tatami.


	It hurt later to see Yuta struggle with his family situation.  Shin's own mother was 
little more than an empty shell of a vending machine that dispensed basic forms his father 
approved of, and here Yuta had a good, no, a great mother whom he loved, and it was so 
hard for them to be together.

	Would it be like that with YanÑno.  No, there, he was crazy again, because how 
other than like this was he thinking of her?  Platonic, platonic, platonicÑHe couldn't 
afford to be sucked in by Yankumi just because she was admirable and good andÉ and 
warm.  
	
	Even during the hardest places, the worst times, she was warm.


	And she had no clue.  Not a one.  The next day she was normal and bouncy and 
teaching math like he was just another student.

	That hurt more. That was more important.  Because to Yankumi, he was just that.

	Her student.