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kat8chaTitle: Duck, duck, megane.
Author: Me
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 for Kirihara
Pairing: Kirihara/Hiyoshi
Fandom: POT
Kirihara scowled at the library books. Stupid report. Stupid, stupid studying. Stupid senpai telling him he was in high school now and he needed to learn how to do these things on his own. When was he ever going to need to write a research paper when he was a super famous tennis player? Kirihara should have people to write these things for him, but all the first years would complain to Yukimura if Kirihara tried to blackmail them, and all the second years would probably just turn in their paper from last year and the teachers would catch on. Kirihara wasn't going to get kicked off the tennis team for cheating. That was a stupid reason to get kicked off the tennis team.
Just like failing his class was a 'stupid' reason, according to Niou-senpai.
Stupid Niou-senpai, he'd probably blackmailed the history teacher when he was a first year.
"Did you see him?" Some girl giggled from behind the stack of books. Kirihara glared, then peeked over the top of the books to try to get a look at the girl's talking. Were they fans? Kirihara hated fans. "He's right over there."
"I got a picture on my phone." One of the girls held up a black cellphone with several charms dangling off of it, one of the charms looked like a Hyotei badge. Kirihara sneered. Hyotei fangirls. "He looks so cute with glasses on!"
Were they talking about that weirdo 'genius' knock off Hyotei had? He always wore glasses. Abandoning his search for the stupid book for the stupid history paper Kirihara looked around the book shelf out into the section of the library devoted for studying. There were a bunch of people, nerds, gathered around tables all studying. Most of them were wearing glasses. Lame. Why would there be fans for…
"…" Kirihara did a double take, did a triple take, and snickered. Oh man. With feigned casualness Kirihara walked over to a three quarters empty table. Only one of the seats was taken, and a studious looking blond head was bent over a thick book, a stack of books set to his right, and an open binder with several scribbled notes and a blue pen sat in front of him. Pulling out a chair Kirihara slumped down into it.
The blond looked up, then looked back down at his book… and then slowly raised his head to peer at Kirihara through a pair of rectangular brown glasses.
"Never knew you wore glasses, Hiyoshi." Kirihara grinned. Hiyoshi looked really cute with glasses, kind of like one of those 'studious prince' types that Kirihara's sister went after. "Think contacts make you sexier or something?"
Hiyoshi's lips twitched into a frown, and it just made that whole 'studious prince' thing stand out more. Man, Kirihara'd never noticed Hiyoshi's eye color. Weren't glasses supposed to hide your eyes or something? Yagyuu-senpai's glasses never made him look attractive. "What are you doing here, Rikkai?" Hiyoshi's voice was quiet, and his tone was irritated.
Kirihara squinted at Hiyoshi's upside down notes. "Studying. What about you?" Kirihara didn't bother using an 'indoor voice'. Following the rules was for wimps.
"Studying." Hiyoshi's head dropped back down took look at his book. Kirihara glared. Ignored by some Hyotei nerd? Hiyoshi's tennis wasn't that good. Kirihara reached across the table and grabbed at Hiyosh's book. "Hey!" Hiyoshi snatched the book back and looked up to glare at Kirihara. "Kirihara, why don't you- give those back."
Kirihara grinned, twirled the glasses around and slipped them onto his face. "…fuck you're BLIND!" Kirihara waved his arms around, the room gone twisted and spinny until he took off Hiyosh's glasses. Hiyoshi blinked at him, his eyes having trouble focusing. Kirihara grinned. Man, that was kind of cute too. No wonder his sister went for this type.
"Ahem." A stern cough, and Kirihara turned to look up at a dried up old dinosaur of a librarian. "If you cannot be quiet, please leave the library." The disapproving look she turned on both of the boys did nothing, Hiyoshi couldn't see it, and Kirihara did not care. Hiyoshi did manage to grab his glasses back while Kirihara was distracted by making faces at the librarian.
"You heard her, why don't you just go?" Hiyoshi hissed, pulling his binder away so that Kirihara couldn't snatch at it. Hiyoshi looked back at the book he was studying and flipped a few pages before he could find his spot again. "Obviously you don't know anything about library discipline."
"Hey!" Kirihara's shout earned him a rude look from the librarian and, grudgingly, Kirihara lowered his voice. "Don't act so high and mighty just because you're from Hyotei."
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes and glanced up at Kirihara over the rim of his glasses. Kirihara kind of liked the way that looked. Kind of sultry and seductive, but not. "I didn't say anything about Rikkai not having discipline. Just you."
Kirihara scowled. Who fucking cared about discipline? But still, he wasn't going to let Hiyoshi be right. Sulking Kirihara slumped back in the library chair, glaring at Hiyoshi and crossing his arms over his chest. Stupid Hyotei, if Hiyoshi hadn't been here than Kirihara wouldn't have gotten distracted. "…why the hell are you at this library anyway? Isn't it kind of out of the way?"
"They had books I needed." Hiyoshi flipped a page, kept taking notes. Kirihara snuck a glance. Damn, no pictures. "It was quicker to come get them than to order them and have them delivered."
"Delivered?" Kirihara blinked. Libraries did that? Did they come in a box like pizza did? Hell, did they come with pizza? Kirihara could get into libraries if they delivered pizza.
Hiyoshi gave him one of those 'disgruntled megane looks'. Kirihara was used to getting those from Yagyuu, Hiyoshi wasn't nearly as good at it. "So, do they?"
"They deliver the books to your nearest connected library." Hiyoshi dragged out a fresh piece of paper and scribbled something down, a few names, some circles, and two arrows. "Our libraries are connected." Hiyoshi tapped two of the circled names. "Through the Tokyo Metropolitan Library Region." Hiyoshi tapped the big circled name that connected to the two libraries. "I could have requested these books," here Hiyoshi tapped the stack of books next to him, "to be sent to my library," a tap to the paper over Hiyoshi's libraries name, "but it would have taken at least a week and I needed them now." Hiyoshi pushed the paper over to Kirihara and went back to his note taking.
"Cramming before a big test?" Well at least Kirihara wasn't the only one who did things at the last minute, and hey, the books Kirihara needed were at his library! He didn't need to go all the way across town! Kirihara smirked, he was totally one up on Hiyoshi.
Hiyoshi didn't even bother to look up. "I have a paper due at the end of the week, it makes more sense to get all my notes together now and write the paper tomorrow before proofreading and editing it. It'll be finished by the time the due date rolls around." Hiyoshi might have added a 'gekokujou' at the end of that, but it was under his breath and Kirihara wasn't really paying attention.
"So the glasses aren't a disguise, you really are a goodie two shoes huh?" Kirihara sneered, and then leaned forward to try to get a look at Hiyoshi's notes. Man, Hiyoshi had neat handwriting and… "Hey! You're writing in different colors! Cool! I want to try."
Hiyoshi smacked Kirihara's knuckles with his pen, and ow! That stung! Kirihara flinched backwards. "It's color coding, Rikkai."
"…you color code your notes?" Okay, that went from cool, to really nerdy and creepy.
Hiyoshi muttered something then that may have been 'and my study schedules' but Kirihara didn't quite catch it.
"Creeeeeepy. I guess you really ARE a nerd. Why're you wearing glasses today anyway?" If Hiyoshi was as blind as his prescription claimed there was no way that Hiyoshi went around without glasses all the time, which meant contacts, which meant something had happened to his contacts, which was why he was wearing glasses today. Kirihara grinned widely and gave himself a mental pat on the back. All those games of Clue with Yanagi-senpai were beginning to pay off!
Hiyoshi looked up at Kirihara, then capped his pen and picked up another one before turning a page in his big dusty book. "I'm wearing them because my brother flushed my contacts down the toilet."
That was a good idea. Kirihara mentally made a note to do that to some of his sister's things. Not that he hadn't flushed her things down the toilet before, but he hadn't done it in years. Not since he was 8 or so. Obviously flushing things down the toilet never got old.
Bored with talking to Hiyoshi Kirihara looked around the library to see if there was anything else interesting going on. Finding no one else to bother Kirihara began tapping out the rhythm to the new Chocolate's tune. Not, of course, that Kirihara listened to the Chocolate's. Kirihara had distinctive, high brow tastes. He liked punk and stuff. The Chocolate's were just what his sister listened to, that was the only reason he knew the song. "Bored." Kirihara kicked Hiyoshi under the table. "Wanna go to the arcade?"
Hiyoshi looked up from his book incredulously, and really, the glasses made it all too cute. Why hadn't Kirihara dated a girl who wore glasses anyway? Not that any girl looked as cute as Hiyoshi. Not that Kirihara was interested in guys.
Not that Kirihara was staring at Hiyoshi, who had moved from looking incredulous and vaguely pissed off to looking uncomfortable… and vaguely pissed off. "…what?"
"Arcade? Loser pays." Kirihara grinned deviously. No way this Hyotei loser was going to beat him at video games.
"Rikkai-" Hiyoshi began, but Kirihara cut him off at the pass.
"If you back down now it'll be because you're afraid of losing. What, daddy doesn't have enough money to cover your losses rich boy?"
When all fails, bait the opposition.
"…" Hiyoshi snapped his binder closed and grabbed his books. "You better have enough money to cover your ass Rikkai. You're going down." Then Hiyoshi was heading for the check out counter.
Kirihara pumped his fist in the air. Free arcade, and oh hey, Hiyoshi had a nice ass to go with those glasses. Er. Not that…
Did bubble butts go with glasses? Kirihara wasn't sure. He'd ask his senpai later.
Author: Me
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 for Kirihara
Pairing: Kirihara/Hiyoshi
Fandom: POT
Kirihara scowled at the library books. Stupid report. Stupid, stupid studying. Stupid senpai telling him he was in high school now and he needed to learn how to do these things on his own. When was he ever going to need to write a research paper when he was a super famous tennis player? Kirihara should have people to write these things for him, but all the first years would complain to Yukimura if Kirihara tried to blackmail them, and all the second years would probably just turn in their paper from last year and the teachers would catch on. Kirihara wasn't going to get kicked off the tennis team for cheating. That was a stupid reason to get kicked off the tennis team.
Just like failing his class was a 'stupid' reason, according to Niou-senpai.
Stupid Niou-senpai, he'd probably blackmailed the history teacher when he was a first year.
"Did you see him?" Some girl giggled from behind the stack of books. Kirihara glared, then peeked over the top of the books to try to get a look at the girl's talking. Were they fans? Kirihara hated fans. "He's right over there."
"I got a picture on my phone." One of the girls held up a black cellphone with several charms dangling off of it, one of the charms looked like a Hyotei badge. Kirihara sneered. Hyotei fangirls. "He looks so cute with glasses on!"
Were they talking about that weirdo 'genius' knock off Hyotei had? He always wore glasses. Abandoning his search for the stupid book for the stupid history paper Kirihara looked around the book shelf out into the section of the library devoted for studying. There were a bunch of people, nerds, gathered around tables all studying. Most of them were wearing glasses. Lame. Why would there be fans for…
"…" Kirihara did a double take, did a triple take, and snickered. Oh man. With feigned casualness Kirihara walked over to a three quarters empty table. Only one of the seats was taken, and a studious looking blond head was bent over a thick book, a stack of books set to his right, and an open binder with several scribbled notes and a blue pen sat in front of him. Pulling out a chair Kirihara slumped down into it.
The blond looked up, then looked back down at his book… and then slowly raised his head to peer at Kirihara through a pair of rectangular brown glasses.
"Never knew you wore glasses, Hiyoshi." Kirihara grinned. Hiyoshi looked really cute with glasses, kind of like one of those 'studious prince' types that Kirihara's sister went after. "Think contacts make you sexier or something?"
Hiyoshi's lips twitched into a frown, and it just made that whole 'studious prince' thing stand out more. Man, Kirihara'd never noticed Hiyoshi's eye color. Weren't glasses supposed to hide your eyes or something? Yagyuu-senpai's glasses never made him look attractive. "What are you doing here, Rikkai?" Hiyoshi's voice was quiet, and his tone was irritated.
Kirihara squinted at Hiyoshi's upside down notes. "Studying. What about you?" Kirihara didn't bother using an 'indoor voice'. Following the rules was for wimps.
"Studying." Hiyoshi's head dropped back down took look at his book. Kirihara glared. Ignored by some Hyotei nerd? Hiyoshi's tennis wasn't that good. Kirihara reached across the table and grabbed at Hiyosh's book. "Hey!" Hiyoshi snatched the book back and looked up to glare at Kirihara. "Kirihara, why don't you- give those back."
Kirihara grinned, twirled the glasses around and slipped them onto his face. "…fuck you're BLIND!" Kirihara waved his arms around, the room gone twisted and spinny until he took off Hiyosh's glasses. Hiyoshi blinked at him, his eyes having trouble focusing. Kirihara grinned. Man, that was kind of cute too. No wonder his sister went for this type.
"Ahem." A stern cough, and Kirihara turned to look up at a dried up old dinosaur of a librarian. "If you cannot be quiet, please leave the library." The disapproving look she turned on both of the boys did nothing, Hiyoshi couldn't see it, and Kirihara did not care. Hiyoshi did manage to grab his glasses back while Kirihara was distracted by making faces at the librarian.
"You heard her, why don't you just go?" Hiyoshi hissed, pulling his binder away so that Kirihara couldn't snatch at it. Hiyoshi looked back at the book he was studying and flipped a few pages before he could find his spot again. "Obviously you don't know anything about library discipline."
"Hey!" Kirihara's shout earned him a rude look from the librarian and, grudgingly, Kirihara lowered his voice. "Don't act so high and mighty just because you're from Hyotei."
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes and glanced up at Kirihara over the rim of his glasses. Kirihara kind of liked the way that looked. Kind of sultry and seductive, but not. "I didn't say anything about Rikkai not having discipline. Just you."
Kirihara scowled. Who fucking cared about discipline? But still, he wasn't going to let Hiyoshi be right. Sulking Kirihara slumped back in the library chair, glaring at Hiyoshi and crossing his arms over his chest. Stupid Hyotei, if Hiyoshi hadn't been here than Kirihara wouldn't have gotten distracted. "…why the hell are you at this library anyway? Isn't it kind of out of the way?"
"They had books I needed." Hiyoshi flipped a page, kept taking notes. Kirihara snuck a glance. Damn, no pictures. "It was quicker to come get them than to order them and have them delivered."
"Delivered?" Kirihara blinked. Libraries did that? Did they come in a box like pizza did? Hell, did they come with pizza? Kirihara could get into libraries if they delivered pizza.
Hiyoshi gave him one of those 'disgruntled megane looks'. Kirihara was used to getting those from Yagyuu, Hiyoshi wasn't nearly as good at it. "So, do they?"
"They deliver the books to your nearest connected library." Hiyoshi dragged out a fresh piece of paper and scribbled something down, a few names, some circles, and two arrows. "Our libraries are connected." Hiyoshi tapped two of the circled names. "Through the Tokyo Metropolitan Library Region." Hiyoshi tapped the big circled name that connected to the two libraries. "I could have requested these books," here Hiyoshi tapped the stack of books next to him, "to be sent to my library," a tap to the paper over Hiyoshi's libraries name, "but it would have taken at least a week and I needed them now." Hiyoshi pushed the paper over to Kirihara and went back to his note taking.
"Cramming before a big test?" Well at least Kirihara wasn't the only one who did things at the last minute, and hey, the books Kirihara needed were at his library! He didn't need to go all the way across town! Kirihara smirked, he was totally one up on Hiyoshi.
Hiyoshi didn't even bother to look up. "I have a paper due at the end of the week, it makes more sense to get all my notes together now and write the paper tomorrow before proofreading and editing it. It'll be finished by the time the due date rolls around." Hiyoshi might have added a 'gekokujou' at the end of that, but it was under his breath and Kirihara wasn't really paying attention.
"So the glasses aren't a disguise, you really are a goodie two shoes huh?" Kirihara sneered, and then leaned forward to try to get a look at Hiyoshi's notes. Man, Hiyoshi had neat handwriting and… "Hey! You're writing in different colors! Cool! I want to try."
Hiyoshi smacked Kirihara's knuckles with his pen, and ow! That stung! Kirihara flinched backwards. "It's color coding, Rikkai."
"…you color code your notes?" Okay, that went from cool, to really nerdy and creepy.
Hiyoshi muttered something then that may have been 'and my study schedules' but Kirihara didn't quite catch it.
"Creeeeeepy. I guess you really ARE a nerd. Why're you wearing glasses today anyway?" If Hiyoshi was as blind as his prescription claimed there was no way that Hiyoshi went around without glasses all the time, which meant contacts, which meant something had happened to his contacts, which was why he was wearing glasses today. Kirihara grinned widely and gave himself a mental pat on the back. All those games of Clue with Yanagi-senpai were beginning to pay off!
Hiyoshi looked up at Kirihara, then capped his pen and picked up another one before turning a page in his big dusty book. "I'm wearing them because my brother flushed my contacts down the toilet."
That was a good idea. Kirihara mentally made a note to do that to some of his sister's things. Not that he hadn't flushed her things down the toilet before, but he hadn't done it in years. Not since he was 8 or so. Obviously flushing things down the toilet never got old.
Bored with talking to Hiyoshi Kirihara looked around the library to see if there was anything else interesting going on. Finding no one else to bother Kirihara began tapping out the rhythm to the new Chocolate's tune. Not, of course, that Kirihara listened to the Chocolate's. Kirihara had distinctive, high brow tastes. He liked punk and stuff. The Chocolate's were just what his sister listened to, that was the only reason he knew the song. "Bored." Kirihara kicked Hiyoshi under the table. "Wanna go to the arcade?"
Hiyoshi looked up from his book incredulously, and really, the glasses made it all too cute. Why hadn't Kirihara dated a girl who wore glasses anyway? Not that any girl looked as cute as Hiyoshi. Not that Kirihara was interested in guys.
Not that Kirihara was staring at Hiyoshi, who had moved from looking incredulous and vaguely pissed off to looking uncomfortable… and vaguely pissed off. "…what?"
"Arcade? Loser pays." Kirihara grinned deviously. No way this Hyotei loser was going to beat him at video games.
"Rikkai-" Hiyoshi began, but Kirihara cut him off at the pass.
"If you back down now it'll be because you're afraid of losing. What, daddy doesn't have enough money to cover your losses rich boy?"
When all fails, bait the opposition.
"…" Hiyoshi snapped his binder closed and grabbed his books. "You better have enough money to cover your ass Rikkai. You're going down." Then Hiyoshi was heading for the check out counter.
Kirihara pumped his fist in the air. Free arcade, and oh hey, Hiyoshi had a nice ass to go with those glasses. Er. Not that…
Did bubble butts go with glasses? Kirihara wasn't sure. He'd ask his senpai later.
