☆ Full-Throttle Smile! ☆

Naegi’s definitely noticed Ittoki-san a couple of times - after all, who could miss the shock of red hair sitting in the back corner of Anatomy class? With his looks and winsome smile, he was pretty popular with a lot of the girls in the class (much to an irate professor’s chagrin).

Which is why the brunet decides to ask him for help on the homework they were given today. With any luck, the redhead may feel generous enough to help.

The redhead was starting to falling asleep, though quickly waking up and sitting up right as a small voice suddenly spoke up to him, looking behind him only to see an unfamiliar face smiling at him.

"Yeah, him! He’s also my Anatomy teacher! He’s… Scary, but he’s really kind! I met him already earlier." He nodded enthusiastically, smiling as their conversation was going smoothly as they both kept up with the topic mutually.

"…" Otoya paused, pouting once again. "You don’t sound happy nor excited to have me sleepover… I already miss having you as a roommate." He said softly, his crimson eyes already started having those puppy-dog look effect, as he moved a little closer to the blunet.

Though that was quickly shrugged off, as a stack of paperwork was placed in between them. He leaned over to the side, just so he could still see the other male. A sudden spark of happiness formed on his face as Tokiya offered/allowed to be fed.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see the other; in fact he was ecstatic— well, as ‘ecstatic’ as a stoic guy like Tokiya could get. Considering that this was a school for people with ‘gifted talents’, Tokiya shouldn’t have been surprised that he felt energy radiate from Otoya.

And frankly, it was very alluring.

It was an odd feeling— not unpleasant though. It left a warm feeling in his stomach. Considering he was a siren, Tokiya wondered [and possibly hoped] if Otoya was feeling the same way. He decided against mentioning it; for now, anyways.

"You’re pretty cute right now, I’m sure you have plenty to spare." the words just slipped out before Tokiya could take them back. He coughed not-so-discreetly into his fist, and glanced the other way. He rested his head in hands, in an attempt to cover his blush.

"I— It’s not that. How can I say this… I have to keep professional…" that was legitimate enough, right? If it wasn’t, Tokiya could just cook up another excuse. Though it seemed wrong to do so with Otoya.

His open mouth was expecting a fork full of salad, not another mouth. Now, Tokiya had two options— he could a) continue the kiss, or b) be sensible and push away. Though, he was in too much of a haze to actually think, else he would have chose option B a long time ago.

After much deliberation [and he meant— a lot], Tokiya pulled away slowly, staring at the other in mild disbelief. The blunet didn’t know how, but his hair was tousled, and his cheeks took on a glowing pink. His eyes seemed to shine brighter too.

He could already feel the academy's campus containing lesser and lesser students, staff and faculty. Nonetheless, he was enjoying staying after class while talking to someone special just like this, good thing no one saw them like that just yet, especially higher authorities. 

The redhead smiled warmly, sincerely, and innocently after the kiss was broken, eyes glowing while a hint of smirk formed all because he successfully stole a kiss this time, a thin strand of their saliva forming in between them, though slowly disappearing into thin air.

He couldn't help but fix the blunet's hair a little after it was slightly tousled from the surprise, reaching to wrap his hand around Tokiya's hand, so that he wouldn't be able to cover his pink cheeks.

A few eyes were on him though, as to why he was carrying the professor’s books, though the insecurity was quickly shrugged off in an instant. 

Once inside the Laboratory, he placed and left the books on the teacher’s table, dropping a book or two after he felt his stomach almost turn upside down with the smell of formaldehyde, quickly looking for where the masks were placed as the skylark instructed, standing nearby him once again afterwards.

After all, things were bound to get messy.

It was the figure of a red-head stopping next to him once again that caught the skylark’s attention, and he arched an eyebrow as he glanced at the boy from the corner of his eyes. What, is this what they call a teacher’s pet of some sort? Otoya did seem focused in getting on his good side.

The question had Kyoya frowning, the corners of his mouth curving slightly downwards. Ah, of course — as if spending the time with a bunch of brats sounded like a joyful thing to do. So he shook his head, as he slid latex gloves over his hands.

"I'm fine... Please, don't worry about me." He said softly, looking a little pale than usual, as one of his laboratory classmates asked if he was alright, his soul just about ready to leave his body any minute now.

The redhead then flinched and quickly sat/stood up right now, back to normal with a blink of an eye now, as the voice that replied to his question was almost piercing, stricter than earlier. He could only frown/pout a little bit, slightly shaken by the hint of rejection.

Uta no Prince

She was reading a study on Beethoven when her new roommate arrived.

Okay, sure. She knew she was going to be getting a roommate- the notice had come down to her a the day before, so an encounter like this was to be expected. She also knew the dorms were co-ed, so the possibility of sharing her dorm with a man was one that she knew was there.

So when the soft click of the door unlocking came to her ears, she only looked up from her book briefly. Let’s see- tall, redhead, and beaming like a rainbow. Nothing special, so she crossed her legs and returned her gaze to the text. Turn a page, and she faced a sample of bars and notes. The good stuff.

The shuffling noises of the new kid continued as he closed the door behind him and gravitated towards the bed, setting his things down and no doubt complaining about the pile of instrument cases present on his side of the room. But Jakuzure ignored everything he said, that is, until something wafted into her nostrils.

The redhead unlocked the door with his own key, opening it wide enough for him to take a quick glance inside the room. "Oh.. Uhh, hello. I hope you don't mind me being your roommate." He said softly, though smiling awkwardly while blushing shyly, as he knocked politely, only to see his new roommate busy reading a book.

He didn't mind her at first, as he slowly settled himself into his new home, making a few noises in there, setting up his side of his room with his guitars and other things to make him feel at home. It was only until he flinched, gasping at her firm words, making him freeze for a second.

As everyone started to stand up and head for the door, the redhead waved at a few classmates he just recently met and shared a short conversation with as they went ahead, before having to dig all the way deep inside his bag for his lab coat, sweating a little bit as he couldn’t find but sure enough, he eventually found it and brought it along with him.

The redhead was almost left behind though, only to have caught up with the last person in the room, and it was the skylark himself.

"Ah, sensei~ I could carry those books for you, if you want." He smiled at him before politely taking the books from him, playfully walking along side him.

The raven glanced towards Otoya upon realizing he had been the last one to step out of the room, before following behind and sliding the doors closed. At least most of his students were already used to the Academy’s layout, so there was no need to act like a guide. Otoya’s sudden words had Kyoya’s attention shifting back to him, and the skylark blinked before shrugging.

Ah, he’s the friendly type. Awesome, he thought with a bit of sarcasm.

"It’s good enough." Was the simple answer, as the books in his hands were then thrusted into the red-head’s without any warning. He did offer his help, didn’t he? The cupcake’s little container was thrown out on the nearest trashbin then, and Kyoya clapped his hands clean.

"Dissection." He answered in a tone loud enough for the other students to hear, and the disgusted faces and murmurs were easily ignored as the Kyoya quickened his pace, stopping by the lab’s door to unlock it with his own copy of the keys. Sliding it open, his own nose twitched at the strong smell of formaldehyde coming from inside, and he looked briefly at the dead body laying on top of one of the tables before turning back to his students.

A few eyes were on him though, as to why he was carrying the professor's books, though the insecurity was quickly shrugged off in an instant. 

Once inside the Laboratory, he placed and left the books on the teacher's table, dropping a book or two after he felt his stomach almost turn upside down with the smell of formaldehyde, quickly looking for where the masks were placed as the skylark instructed, standing nearby him once again afterwards.

"But…" He playfully sighed in defeat in paying attention to history. "Fine, I’ll stay awake just for you. I’ll do better in the practical performance exam anyway, I promise. Especially if it’s a duet with you, that’s not going to be a problem at all." He grinned confidently, before winking at their inside joke from the class, since they already had a history in music together.

"Hai, sensei~!" He playfully saluted and bowed politely at him. "I still remember how to make your coffee with the right amount of ingredients just how you like it to be, it’ll definitely keep me awake in class for the history lesson!" He nodded at the thought, but suddenly paused in confusion.

"Personal… Space?" He repeated again in confusion, still haven’t fully understood what it meant, though quickly shrugged off the thought. "I was placed in Mikan Dorm # 9!" He paused for a moment. ”Ne~? Tokiya~? It’s a Friday night today, can I come visit you later and sleep over?” He smiled innocently, not noticing that his cheeks already started tinting a light shade of red.

“See that you put enough sugar. I have high expectations for you, Ittoki-san.” He was looking forward to tomorrow already.

The question caused the blunet to hesitate. The two shared a dorm before, and it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to the other’s antics already [in fact, he could call himself an expert—god have mercy on him when Otoya and Syo pair up]. But now it was a matter of teacher and student relations. Kerria was pretty lenient with its rules [other than the power clause—they have a leash on that thing], and really… it wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Mikan—ah. Hibari-san’s your dorm head, huh?” Silently, he wished the other good luck. He didn’t know the Anatomy teacher well, but he’d heard things. And that was the end of that. Tokiya was stalling; it was painfully obvious, but Otoya’s had always been a little on the dense side, so hopefully the redhead didn’t notice.

He exhaled.

“Sure. Sounds fun.”

Oddly enough, he wasn’t fazed when the other took his hand. It was comforting. The blunet gazed at the untouched salad. Then at the stack of paperwork. Work sounded more favourable than gaining more calories, but Otoya was pretty adamant. “I can’t eat right now, I’m a little busy.” he then pulled aforementioned stack of paperwork in front of him.

"Yeah, him! He's also my Anatomy teacher! He's... Scary, but he's really kind! I met him already earlier." He nodded enthusiastically, smiling as their conversation was going smoothly as they both kept up with the topic mutually.

"..." Otoya paused, pouting once again. "You don't sound happy nor excited to have me sleepover... I already miss having you as a roommate." He said softly, his crimson eyes already started having those puppy-dog look effect, as he moved a little closer to the blunet.

Though that was quickly shrugged off, as a stack of paperwork was placed in between them. He leaned over to the side, just so he could still see the other male. A sudden spark of happiness formed on his face as Tokiya offered/allowed to be fed.

…horse shit. 

The gossips were also about the professor being the calm type, as well as the gentle and a little soft spoken type, but he never lets his guard down to students who would occasionally disrupt his classes definitely, because he wants his students to learn and focus, in order to be successful in the future.

The redhead picked an empty seat nearby and sat down, placing his bag down before sliding his headphones down to his neck, as he began scribbling on one of his notebooks, not noticing that a pair of eyes gazing over him never left him the moment they met.

As long as they behave and get good grades, that is.

"Right." Was the skylark’s initial response, and the previously received cupcake bounced in his palm as he drifted his attention to the whole class in general. "Everyone will have a chance for introductions, but later."

Turning back to his desk, Kyoya’s free hand was soon occupied with his pile of books, and the nod he gave afterwards towards the classroom’s door could only mean a sign that everyone should follow along. ”Today’s class will be done at the laboratory. Grab your labcoats and follow me.” He ordered short and firmly, already making his way out as he bit down on the cupcake in hands afterwards.

As everyone started to stand up and head for the door, the redhead waved at a few classmates he just recently met and shared a short conversation with as they went ahead, before having to dig all the way deep inside his bag for his lab coat, sweating a little bit as he couldn't find but sure enough, he eventually found it and brought it along with him.

The redhead was almost left behind though, only to have caught up with the last person in the room, and it was the skylark himself.

"Ah, sensei~ I could carry those books for you, if you want." He smiled at him before politely taking the books from him, playfully walking along side him.

The redhead did feel a bit of the harshness that Tokiya applied/implemented on him earlier, though he was completely aware that he was just being professional and doing his job, as well as him being scolded even before, when they were still roommates, so he was fairly used to it.

"Ah.. Sorry about that, I’m sure you already know by now that history isn’t my thing right? It’s not like your teaching’s boring, so don’t worry. I love watching you walk around up front." He said, smiling at the blunet sincerely. “I’ll make sure to bring coffee for both of us tomorrow, I promise. Deal?” He added, playfully winking at the treat.

"E-Eh..? Personal… Space?" The pair of crimson eyes blinked in confused, as the azure eyes that were on him certainly knew that the meaning was nonexistent in his head. "Yeah, it is odd… But I’m really happy we’re together again, Tokiya~!" He said in a playful sing-song-y voice again.

Wait, pause.

He didn’t mean that. [though it’s already been established that Tokiya is a liar by nature, so why would this be any different].

He’d have to be careful about how he acted around Otoya, else he’d arouse suspicion [and possibly other things, but now wasn’t the time to think about that either]. Back to the conversation at hand.

"Yeah, I know. But I want you to pass, so try to stay awake… please." the words ‘for me’ hung on the tip of his tongue, but he refrained himself from saying so. That would sound awkward. So un-Tokiya-like. Coffee with Otoya didn’t sound too bad actually.

"Deal. Come to class a little earlier next time, then." he chided, but a blush formed on his face [he was reminded again of the impromptu-almost-kiss-frustration-ensues moment].

"Yes, personal space. It’s this imaginary bubble where only I’m allowed to occupy, and you politely stay out of that space." he paused. "Though, I suppose I could make an exception for you." he admitted, smiling just a bit.

"Though, we’re not roommates anymore." Tokiya noted. Otoya was sometimes messy, loud, even really annoying at times— but he enjoyed rooming with the other nonetheless. "You should come visit me sometime. What dormitory are you roomed in?"

Tokiya blushed brighter than Otoya’s hair. Really, he felt ashamed about how he acted with Otoya. "About that— I’m sorry, I was acting out." God, kill him now. Tokiya rested his head in his hands, fingers carding through his own hair with mild force.

"But..." He playfully sighed in defeat in paying attention to history. "Fine, I'll stay awake just for you. I'll do better in the practical performance exam anyway, I promise. Especially if it's a duet with you, that's not going to be a problem at all." He grinned confidently, before winking at their inside joke from the class, since they already had a history in music together.

"Hai, sensei~!" He playfully saluted and bowed politely at him. "I still remember how to make your coffee with the right amount of ingredients just how you like it to be, it'll definitely keep me awake in class for the history lesson!" He nodded at the thought, but suddenly paused in confusion.

"Personal... Space?" He repeated again in confusion, still haven't fully understood what it meant, though quickly shrugged off the thought. "I was placed in Mikan Dorm # 9!" He paused for a moment. "Ne~? Tokiya~? It's a Friday night today, can I come visit you later and sleep over?" He smiled innocently, not noticing that his cheeks already started tinting a light shade of red.