Are you ready?

“And like I said, you can relax. I’ll behave.” He stretched again before leaning back against the back of the couch, pulling his legs up and tucking his feet under himself. “And I’ll start by not burning your place to the ground,” he added quietly, looking off to the side. “I’m not starving.”

"If you're concerned about my looks, then you probably shouldn't spend so much time around me. You're not good for them." He mumbled, sounding almost bitter. But he was really far from it. 

Click. Why wasn't anything good on?

His eyes shifted to Linda as he stretched again, watching the movement as the blonde continued with what he was saying. For some unknown reason, --  he'd convince himself that it was probably his good nature starting to shine through without him meaning for it to -- Gakuen sat up a bit and tossed the remote to Linda.

But as he reentered the room, he decided to throw Gakuen a bone. “You can relax you know.” He said with an edge of fake exasperation, “I’m not going to spend the next twenty-four hours tormenting you. I know where the line is.” It was just fun to cross it sometimes.

He sashayed over to the couch, and spun on his heel to flip onto the couch beside Gakuen. He stretched out like a cat, letting out a satisfied hum as he reached down to touch his toes. Leaning far forward and tilting his head to look at Gakuen’s face, a happy smile pulled at his lips. “Got any food~?”

Now, that was a load of bullshit. He'd admit it to himself. But Gakuen couldn't say that he'd call what he was going through moping. It wasn't like he was disappointed and wanted to jerk it while thinking of the blonde. That was far from it. But he was annoyed he even could get to a point like that. 

After all, it was only that morning he'd thought he was only interested in Toki. He had been convinced Linda was more than a turn off. 

Life sure showed him how wrong he was, huh?

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{ PFT, It’s okay. I already have one stalker, so one more couldn’t hurt. Jkjk. AND YESSS. AND I KNEW YOUR PERSONALITY SEEMED FAMILIAR. I didn’t know it was you though, omfg. ; w ; I stalk you when you’re on that account, jsyk, aha. }

… //Joins the stalker club then, yes. 

OH WAIT YOU WERE KIDDING OOPS TOO LATE AHAHA

you activated my traP CARD: FRIENDSHIP FOREVER.

and dgjhadfg? Wow I didn’t know people could recognize me from my personality that’s so weird to think about I WILL NEVER BE SAFE I’M A PERVERTED PSYCHO EVERYWHERE OMG

Err, well. Normally, it's hard for me to tell people apart when I don't have distinct clues. But the way you spoke to Shinjuku and in general, like your typing quirks and such, were very familiar to me.

“Don’t worry about anything like that; I brought all that stuff myself~,” Linda assured him, indicating the duffle bag slung over his shoulder. “I’m not going to trust my skin to whatever it is you buy at the grocery store!” he huffed, looking almost somewhat offended. He took his complexion very seriously.

“Back in a flash~,” he said with a wink as he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The size of the bathroom kind of surprised him. Granted, it really wasn’t bad by the standards of most residences, but Linda had spoiled himself with his hotel bathroom. Nevertheless he gratefully stripped and stepped into the water, hot almost to scalding just like he preferred.

But here he was using that damn suffix and was going to use his shower. With a roll of his eyes in response to the wink, and don't forget the tint that spread across his cheeks, he waved the other off and made his way to the couch. 

Flopping onto it feeling more uncomfortable than ever. How was he suppose to make this... "problem" go away when Linda was here and clearly wasn't helping? He couldn't just -- No, he wasn't doing that at all. Linda could walk out of the shower any minute.

Leaning forward, elbows on his knees and hands running through his short hair, he groaned. He was beginning to believe he either had bad karma or lady luck just didn't like him.  Craning his neck to the side when he heard the door open, his face flushed more as he laid eyes on the blonde. Clad in shorts that showed enough of skin to have his mind wander again and hair damp, sticking to the blonde's smooth and probably soft skin. Gakuen just stared for a moment. 

I really love shinjuku-scarf, they’re just too hilarious for me to handle. Shinchin is the best.

Linda continued through barely-held-back laughter, “But as it turns out, I do have a reason to be here~. The AC at my hotel is fried and I’m not going to melt there until it gets fixed. It shouldn’t take long, but do you mind if I crash here tonight?”

His eyes only turning to Linda when he heard the word shower. He wasn't going to refuse it -- though he wasn't going to make it seem like he wouldn't either -- but the thought of him in there only made the brunette's face darken. 

Okay, he really needed to get his mind somewhere else. This was all Linda's fault for sending him something like that.

"You make it seem like I'm just going to let you stay here." He replied walking, awkwardly because he was more than awkward now than ever, past the blonde towards his bedroom. Grabbing a clean towel from the laundry basket on the floor and making a mental note to fold those and put them away later.

“I was bored~,” Linda answered with a chipperness that Gakuen would definitely find infuriating, but his smile took on a sudden, barely-perceptible slyness as he continued. ”You have to be done reading by now, and either way I gave you plenty of time to take care of the hard-on. So are you going to invite in or do I have to start talking louder~?” Glancing down the hallway at the neighbors’ doors.

"Just shut up and get in." He hissed, reaching out quickly to grasp Linda's forearm and yank him in. A quick flustered look down his halls and then a glare back to the grinning teen as he shut the door.

His fingers twitched with every desire to mock him relentlessly and shatter his denial, but he couldn’t deny that he was feeling unusually malicious mischievous at the moment. Without responding, he closed his laptop and slid it into his bag. Gakuen would be curious, but not for too long.

Gakuen Tengoku:

You're being uncharacteristically quiet.

What gives?

Silence. No response. Had he left the computer for something?

Gakuen Tengoku:

Linda...?

Okay, that wasn't good.

Nor was the doorbell ringing. Green eyes widened as he scrabbled from his desk, rushing to the door and opening it enough to peek out. His hand, not so casually, hiding his lower-half as it hid behind the wooden door.

It was evident on all his features that he wasn't happy about this one bit.

You're right.

I take it back.

Linda paused for a moment, allowing Gakuen to be lulled into a false sense of security.

Linda Linda:

You're just too much of a virgin.

Have you even watched porn before?

Linda paused and considered for a moment if he really felt like torturing Gakuen as much as he was about to.

Linda Linda:

I kind of wish I could be there.

I'd like to see if your face matches up with what you're typing.

Gakuen Tengoku:

Just shut up.

I'm sorry I don't feel like sleeping with everyone.

And what does it even matter if I've watched porn or not?

Not like he had; porn wasn't really his thing. Switching back to the document for the moment, as Linda seemed to stop typing for the time being. Only to hear his messenger ping and have him switch back to it. His face paled slightly at the thought of Linda being there now. He wasn't even sure what would go on if he was. But he was sure that his face would be bright red and he'd be more than embarrassed. Especially, considering his hand was firmly pressed down on his crotch. Linda would have a field day with that.

Gakuen Tengoku:

. . . . Why wouldn't it match?

You really are an idiot.

Of course it'd match.

You're over doing it, kid. Too much covering up.

Gakuen Tengoku:

lover: mika

crush on you: shinra

enemy: masaomi

first kiss: ruri

lover: namie

crush on me: celty

enemy: aoba

first kiss: kyohei