warm spirit.

She flipped between the pages, not really reading the contents at this point. She was interested in the organization and the hiearchy. With the way the notes were all in here, they seemed that they could have possibly been transferred here after class. Even if that wasn’t the case, the thought that now crossed her mind offered her some hopeful help for the future.

She couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her face when Yukine mentioned the comment of drawing over the notes. She had just stumbled upon a page where a good portion of notes were hidden behind a line drawing. She laughed aloud at this, careful to not be too loud and distract the other workers.

“I don’t think it’ll be much of an issue,” she commented. She was used to having notes lined with drawings that weren’t her own. The twins used to do it all the time until Haruhi had finally snapped at them. Besides, even if it would be a problem, she wouldn’t dare complain about it when he was nice enough to lend her his notes in the first place.

She flipped to the front of the notebook and leaned towards it, finally beginning to read its content. It was easy for her to understand. Her eyes looked up at the sudden start of conversation. Yukine must have not gone there. “it’s a pretty nice school, similar to my old one. It’s about the same size, the students act the same and sometimes don’t care. It’s nothing really impressive.

She held her head up as she looked at the university student, her head turning to the side. “How is the University? How is it different from high school?”

           ‖ ❊ ‖ When she started laughing, Yukine couldn’t help but sink in his chair and munch on his food. At least she was taking her time looking through it all, and the art seemed to make studying more amusing. He wondered if he should doodle more for her while handing notes. After studying, that is. He didn’t want Yato to have all the pride when it comes to art.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ “Hmmmm……” he had to think about it. His memory of high school was short, as he took it late. He had no money given to him by his parents, so he couldn’t exactly take school until later on in his life. But he did participate in school in Bellevue soon as he got a job, having to take many different jobs to get what he wanted.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ “The Professor’s go into a lot of detail. A lot more than high school, and they’ll help you out. Not sure if you got help there or not.” he shrugged, remembering that he was too stubborn to ask for help unless it was from his friends. At least he had good tutors throughout his life.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ “I haven’t really had time to talk to other students there. Been too busy. Oh!” Yukine stopped and put his chopsticks down, realizing he forgot to ask the other something.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ “Fujioka-san, have you seen a girl there named Hiyori? She is around your age, I think, and a second year. Her last name is Iki.” he wondered if the two knew each other, or if he’d have to introduce them.

Though work should have been a more stressful environment, Haruhi found that it was one of the best places for her to study. There was a greater risk of her being interrupted on the Academy’s campus because–similarly to Ouran–the libraries were too loud to concentrate in. There was the added benefit that it allowed her a good distraction from any happenings that arose at work.

And it was nice to meet somebody that also spent their free time studying. It was quite a change from other students that she knew. And he offered to help her out with some notes. And he was finally able to bring them in.

She glanced at the notebook as it was handed to her, and she flipped through it glancing among the different pages. The different note style was enlightening; she would have to take some pointers on it. But the content was amazing. It was definitely helpful.

She smiled appreciatively at the college student. “Thank you, Yukine-san. It’s great, even with the pictures. They add a little… flair,” she added after some thought.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ Yukine enjoyed making his notes creative, and sometimes Hiyori would leave some motivational bubbles when he was feeling down. It was all part of the studying. He had to find a way to make studying more fun than it already was, after all, and since he wasn’t one for spending time glued at the TV all day he preferred sticking his head in the notebook.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ “W-well, I’m glad you like them.” he nervously glanced away. His own art wasn’t nearly as good as the mangaka’s that lived with him. It was a wonder how that idiot could even draw so well.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ “Hopefully he didn’t draw over any of the important notes.” he sighed and took a bite of his food while reading some of the material in front of him. Science was starting to become an interesting subject, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the teacher that was motivating him at the college. They were rather noisy, so of course he’d remember everything they’d say.

‖ ❊ ‖ “Hiyori, are you sure this is where you wanna go?” Yukine and Hiyori were out together, it almost felt like a date. The boy had a day off from work and his studies just to see her, but this was quite the strange place to be for a date. The subway was saying they were headed to the outskirts of town. For all Yukine knew, they went the wrong direction, unless Hiyori had something in mind.

‖ ❊ ‖ “I knew you said you had an idea, but…” at least she wasn’t alone, but did she come to this place on her own before? He had to wonder what she was doing this far out of town. It was a little worrisome. It was also disappointing that this train didn’t have food for the run.

             ‖ ❊ ‖ The blonde finally got hold of his cold drink, and was heading back on over to his seat after waiting in line at the café. The place was bustling with people. All he wanted to do was finish his studies, and usually a café atmosphere was helpful, but today might not be that day. It was better than staying at home though, and the thought of an iced drink made it even easier to help him from the heat. Summer was hotter now-a-days, no matter where one might travel. That included Bellevue. At least they left their door open.

             ‖ ❊ ‖ He was almost to his seat, until he ended up bumping into someone and the cup in his hand leaked onto the floor. Thankfully, he didn’t lose all of it, but a good portion was now out of the cup. He did leave his jacket on the chair, so that didn’t get wet, but his shirt did. He looked at the other.

             ‖ ❊ ‖ “I’ll go get a towel… I didn’t get you, did I?” he frantically wiped whatever was dripping on the side of his cup and got it with the tiny towel that was currently in his hand. It wasn’t big enough to clean the rest of the mess.

          ‖ ❊ ‖ “I know it’s after class, Professor, but what would you recommend…” Yukine trailed off, wondering if Professor Komui was paying attention to his question. It was hard to get anyone’s attention lately. Poor Yukine had it rough with certain people. At least it was after class, so maybe, if the Professor had his coffee he’ll be fine to talk to. If not, Yukine would gladly go get it for him.

          ‖ ❊ ‖ Yukine was in love with English. He wouldn’t mind being a writer one day, or perhaps something to do with science? Whatever the case, studying was his thing, and he preferred it above all else. Work was the only place he could study, since Yato was so loud he had barely any time to even sleep. He found out that one of his co-workers was also studious like he was, and they were rather nice. It was hard to figure out if they were a boy or a girl, but Yukine decided it was best not to ask.

          ‖ ❊ ‖ “Fujioka-san, I brought the notes. I was actually able to bring them in. It took a lot longer though…” his sunlight-eyes twitched when he opened the notebook. Among the margins were little scribbles, at least the art was decent, but it wasn’t his own. He was going to destroy that mangaka later when he got the chance.

That was perhaps the worst decision of Yukine, because apparently just when it seemed the best idea to approach someone had just knock down Yato’s ‘hero’. So he grabbed the poor blond and screamed to the tv.”WHAT…WHATT ARE YOU DOOING CENA GET UPPP” 

“THATS CHEATING. CHEAAAAAATINNNNNNNG WHY DON’T YOU SEE IT BLIND PIECE OF …”The counting begun “WHYYY BAAAAAAAD THIINGSS HAPPENS TOOO GOOD WRESTLERS” he said while shooks Yukine body in frustration. Eyes filled with tears.

But then something amazing happens. In the last second cena got up. Yato screamed again in joy”SEEE? TOLD YA WE ARE GOING TO WIN THIS YUKINEEE” celebrates, with one arm around the blonde neck. He even starts one of his victory dances dragging Yukine with him.  Of course he wasn’t listening to anything his roomate said.

          ‖ ❊ ‖ Yukine twitched once his hoodie fell off his head when Yato grabbed him, his hair turning into a big mess. There was a reason he loved hats. His right eye became filled with agitation, and his eardrums were about ready to fall out. If only he had headphones right about now, but they’d probably fall right off from Yato’s constant shaking.

         ‖ ❊ ‖  “…Yato!” after constantly groaning and making complaining noises, he finally shouted his roommate’s name. The boy was going to be the death of him. “That’s great and all, but watch what you’re doing!” he couldn’t believe he was the younger one of the duo. The jersey boy was clearly being childish. If someone walked in right about now it would be to his embarrassment.

@whitexsilver​

‘Aaaaaand in the blue corner, weighing in at a mere 242 pounds..its jooooohn ceeenaaa’

The music begun and Yato cried after the commentarist. His eyes were filled with tears as he watches his ‘hero’ enter the arena. After weeks of waiting, and rambling about the last fight from the championship , the ‘glorious day’ finally arrived. And he is just ridiculously over excited about it, he moves like an octopus on a bad acid trip, limbs moving according to chaos theory rather than anything a behavioral scientist could explain. 

He even moves to the other side of the room where his roommate is trying to study for his finals. And runs an arm over his neck “WE ARE GOING TO WIN THIS YUKINEEEEE” he chirps with a big dumb smile ,hugging the blond too strong.

The bell rings and he lets the blonde go to get himself near the television watching everything too close . Nodding once in a while or shooting random things “KNOCK HIM DOWN” he stands up waving cheering up “NO…WHAT?…..OI THAT’S CLEARLY A PENALTY YOU BLIND referee!” Yato snapped out waving his fist to the television.

.“HAAAH?” WHAT ARE YOU DOING..” he pulls his hair whinning

           ‖ ❊ ‖ That boy was so noisy, no matter which apartment they stayed in—their neighbors could probably hear his whining from a mile away. He only glanced away from his studies for a mere second, wondering why they were crying over this TV show. He didn’t imagine what there is to be sad about, but his thoughts came to an abrupt stop soon as he got a hug from the taller. 

           ‖ ❊ ‖ He tried not to choke to death, but he did drop his pencil. The blonde was going to say something to him, but the raven-haired was already glued to the TV again.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ The remote. Where was the remote. The one thing needed in order to chill him out, since now that show was going downhill for the mangaka.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ “Does this mean it’s almost over?” he spoke nonchalantly, forgetting about his pencil’s whereabouts and now heading to the living-room. He leaned against the couch, making it look like he was watching the TV, but in reality he was searching for the remote that the older probably hid from him.

           ‖ ❊ ‖ “Or am I making popcorn for you? I said you could watch your show, but I’m trying to study.” he’d rather hear the sound of crunching instead of mind-boggling shouting. But if anything, Yato was most likely going to get drunk after this. Again. Oh lord of red strings please save the poor boy.