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It was really cute watching Kaneda and Yuuta huddle together and attempt to scheme.
Atsushi was watching them over the edge of his history text book, the fumbling of ancient rulers and samurai ignored for the entertaining fumbling of teenage boys. Teenage boys topped dead men any day. Actually, that was kind of an icky thought. Ew necrophilia.
“What are you reading?” Shinya popped his chin onto Atsushi’s shoulder, digging the pointed body part deep into Atsushi’s muscles. Atsushi closed his book and smacked Shinya on the forehead with it, wincing when Shinya shouted in his ear. “THAT HURT! Atsushi!” Shinya tumbled over the back of the couch and landed awkwardly with his head in Atsushi’s lap and his limbs sticking helter-skelter up into the air. “You should pay me back for that!”
Kaneda and Yuuta had stopped scheming, scooting so they were on opposite ends of the other couch now. Both second years were pretending to be interested in their homework now, though Atsushi knew that not a question had been answered since the two teenagers had come into the common room.
Atsushi mock frowned at Shinya, and knew from the almost innocent glimmer in Yanagisawa’s eyes that his doubles partner had done that on purpose. “Should I kiss it better?”
“If you were a GIRL!” Shinya laughed loudly and then rolled so that he was sitting up. “Though you’re awful close Atsushi. Maybe we should get you to try on one of those girl’s uniform skirts.”
Atsushi rolled his eyes. “You try that once a week Shinya, and I am not indulging your sick twisted fantasies. Plus I look really bad in skirts, I don’t have the ass for them.”
Shinya did though.
“Nfu.” Mizuki appeared out of nowhere in that creepy way of his. Atsushi knew it was because Mizuki practiced disappearing and reappearing from nowhere. Apparently it was helpful for gathering ‘data’. “Are we crossdressing again? I thought you learned our lesson after the last school fair Yanagisawa.”
Smirking at the memory of Shinya dressed up like a girl, bad wig and off kilter make up matching his haphazard shaved legs, Atsushi began stacking his books. Just then Akazawa appeared at the other end of the room and Yuuta and Kaneda stiffened.
Oh ho… Atsushi blinked, his eyes going between the two second years and then to St. Rudolph’s captain and manager. This was going to get interesting.
Atsushi was watching them over the edge of his history text book, the fumbling of ancient rulers and samurai ignored for the entertaining fumbling of teenage boys. Teenage boys topped dead men any day. Actually, that was kind of an icky thought. Ew necrophilia.
“What are you reading?” Shinya popped his chin onto Atsushi’s shoulder, digging the pointed body part deep into Atsushi’s muscles. Atsushi closed his book and smacked Shinya on the forehead with it, wincing when Shinya shouted in his ear. “THAT HURT! Atsushi!” Shinya tumbled over the back of the couch and landed awkwardly with his head in Atsushi’s lap and his limbs sticking helter-skelter up into the air. “You should pay me back for that!”
Kaneda and Yuuta had stopped scheming, scooting so they were on opposite ends of the other couch now. Both second years were pretending to be interested in their homework now, though Atsushi knew that not a question had been answered since the two teenagers had come into the common room.
Atsushi mock frowned at Shinya, and knew from the almost innocent glimmer in Yanagisawa’s eyes that his doubles partner had done that on purpose. “Should I kiss it better?”
“If you were a GIRL!” Shinya laughed loudly and then rolled so that he was sitting up. “Though you’re awful close Atsushi. Maybe we should get you to try on one of those girl’s uniform skirts.”
Atsushi rolled his eyes. “You try that once a week Shinya, and I am not indulging your sick twisted fantasies. Plus I look really bad in skirts, I don’t have the ass for them.”
Shinya did though.
“Nfu.” Mizuki appeared out of nowhere in that creepy way of his. Atsushi knew it was because Mizuki practiced disappearing and reappearing from nowhere. Apparently it was helpful for gathering ‘data’. “Are we crossdressing again? I thought you learned our lesson after the last school fair Yanagisawa.”
Smirking at the memory of Shinya dressed up like a girl, bad wig and off kilter make up matching his haphazard shaved legs, Atsushi began stacking his books. Just then Akazawa appeared at the other end of the room and Yuuta and Kaneda stiffened.
Oh ho… Atsushi blinked, his eyes going between the two second years and then to St. Rudolph’s captain and manager. This was going to get interesting.