AFTER CLASS DETENTION
— with sano shinichiro, akashi takeomi, arashi keizo (benkei), and imaushi wakasa.
genre. fluff and crack, i guess?
contains. gn!reader, school au maybe, profanities, definitely ooc, grammatical errors and not proofread!
word count. 2.3k.
note. just a little smth i wrote for the anniversary of the og black dragons. can you believe we won't get another content for the og bds ever again? we wanna know more, wakui-sensei ;; and also, thanks for @novelbear for the wonderful prompt!
SANO SHINICHIRO
His eyes traced the massive letters in front of him. It looked rushed, edgy. From the first letter up to the last, it screamed ‘I am livid’.
Detention, it said to him. In enraged capital letters too.
He thought an hour had already passed, but a quick glance away from his admiring session with the chalkboard proved otherwise. He still had ample time to spare. 55 minutes to be exact.
Damn. Shinichiro rubbed his face with his hands. He had other plans for this afternoon. Plans with his guys, with his siblings, with his beloved motorcycle. Being detained like a prisoner at school wasn’t in his schedule. And it wasn’t in his plans to get stuck with one of his classmates either.
Now, that made him ponder for a bit.
What in the world were you doing? Sitting all prim and proper, and two seats away from him?
“Hey,” he couldn’t help but ask, “what’d you do?”
To his surprise, you squeaked. Like you’d been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.
His eyes turned wide when you started fixing your hair, hiding them behind your ears, and clearing your throat. Was his question that invasive? He quickly stammered, “Ah, you don’t have to answer.”
“N-no...”
“Right. Sorry.”
Shinichiro slumped back on his chair. He could guess it’s because you took another student’s punishment. That’s how you always were. But as far as kindness went, that’s just wrong. Even a rowdy delinquent like him wouldn’t go that far. But of course, he couldn’t speak for everybody else.
“Sensei got mad,” he started. “He got mad ‘cause I always go to school with bruises. That and I’m always late in the mornings.”
For some reason, the words just came out. He didn’t know what to do with the soft silence. It wasn’t that strange. It’s quite comfortable, as surprising as it was. But he needed to be busy with something, to focus on something, to take his mind off this awful hour of punishment.
He started to tap his desk with a slim finger in sync with the ticking of the clock in hopes it would tick faster. When it didn’t work, he sighed and groaned, and sighed again for the millionth time. And when he lost all hope, he hummed a tune.
“Isn’t that an anime song?”
Hearing your question, he faced you and found you looking slightly amused. “Oh, yeah,” he agreed once he realized, “I think it is. My little sister makes me watch her shows.”
You beamed, “That’s kinda cute.”
He quickly pursed his lips, aware not to retort back with something like ‘No. You’re cute’. At the back of his mind, he could easily imagine Takeomi making a disgusted face at his strategy. Instead, he asked the question that’s been bugging him, “Why did you get detention?”
“Pushy, are we?” You answered back, avoiding his gaze.
He shrugged, careless and strangely confident. “Well, I think it’s because you just wanna see me.”
And there went his self-preservation. He honestly didn’t know where that came from. Blame the silence! Blame the silence! His mind told him. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing in the purest form of shame, “I-I don’t mean that. Don’t mind me starting from now on…”
When he peeked your way, his breath got caught in his throat.
You were frozen. Your eyes spoke of panic and embarrassment and truth, and it took you a long time to say something.
If you even wanted to say something, anything; to reject his arrogant words — at all.
In an instant, he started making a sound that resembled a dying man’s cry for help. “Ahhhh…! Aaaahhhh…!”
“Shinichiro-san!”
AKASHI TAKEOMI
To say that Takeomi was a studious person was a delusion.
Even so, he worried about his falling grades every now and then. No one in the prime of their youth would want to fall back a grade. First, it’s a hassle. Two, and perhaps the worst case to ever happen, he didn’t want Shinichiro and the others to boss him around like a true kouhai.
Never in his life would he allow that to happen.
He deemed a passing grade and an acceptable ranking would suffice. Yes, that’s what he thought. He should be safe if he punctually comes to class, hands out his homeworks, and achieves decent test remarks.
Yes, that would be enough. So with a will made of steel, starting today, in this almost empty classroom, he would become studious.
Collecting his textbook and a pen, he began to lay out the materials for his self-study. It wasn’t until a few minutes of measly concentration he felt someone burning holes on the sides of his face that he threw a look at its source.
“What?” He scowled.
“What? What do you mean ‘what’?” You screeched. “You’re studying! Studying!”
“And? Do you see the world ending?” He went back to his reading but the words were now all jumbled up in his head. He couldn’t believe all the times he got into detention, this one time you just had to be in one as well.
“Yes?” You scoffed. “What happened to ‘I can buy this whole school if I want to pass’ Takeomi?!”
“Shut up. You’re disturbing me,” he gnarled. He swore he just needed a quiet time, a peaceful one to get this subject done, and he would be free as a bird.
“Nope. Not gonna happen.” Seeing how you dragged your chair closer to his, with your eyes sparkling with mischief, it’s easy to say you weren’t bothered at all to be reprimanded.
Unlike him.
“Get out of my sight,” Takeomi warned.
“What are you studying?”
“I said ge—” Before he could finish his second threat, you had already snatched the book he was just reading. You hummed in recognition, speaking out loud its contents.
“Ah, this is boring,” you tutted after a while. “Wanna ditch detention with me?”
“No.”
“Wanna ditch detention with me?”
“No. And give me back my book.”
“I’ll give it back if you ditch detention with me.”
“I won’t ditch. Give it back,” Takeomi insisted. He stood up from his seat so he would easily tower over your sitting form, but you too were quick on your feet. Jumping to get away from his hold.
“Now, this is starting to get fun.” Smirking, you ran to the other side of the room, near the exit door, and did a little taunt, “If you catch me, I’d teach you how to easily memorize this!”
“No way in hell you got that memorized.” He said that but he wasn’t too sure. Even though you’re a culprit on your own, you’re still book smart. Always have been. You have always been a great help when his procrastination becomes too extreme. “Get back here,” he grunted as he darkly inched forward.
“You need saving, Takeomi,” you mocked.
“No, I don’t,” he drawled, as a devilish grin formed on his lips. “You’re the one who needs saving.”
With that, he started chasing his book.
ARASHI "BENKEI" KEIZO
“Oh, wow. Uhm, hi…”
Benkei looked up to find one familiar face standing by the door, bag and books in their arms. He gave them a customary nod, “Hm.”
“May I sit?”
Another nod, “Hm.”
Silence passed and you were still a fidgeting wreck around him. He took a glance at you. “First time?”
“Y-yes!”
Well, not that he could be much of help for first timers anyway. He’s already used to spending his afternoons in a barren classroom. All the students that got detained with him for detention always opted for counseling or community service instead.
It seemed he scared most of his schoolmates simply by his appearance alone, so the less interaction the better.
Not that he minded, to be honest. It’s more tolerable to have people be terrified of his wordless tenacity than to have his head fuming and his blood boiling from all the idiocracy they possessed. It’s more favorable for everybody that way.
Although, he has his moments of loneliness too. Just like now, he thought the flowers below the window panes looked a bit miserable. They were one of his reasons for not listening to class. How a flower, something so gentle and fragile, gives beauty to the world around them. How delightful they exist for that reason alone.
But today, they looked poignant. And it made his heart feel a tad bit blue.
“Benkei-san? Can I call you Benkei-san?”
“Hm?” Upon realizing he wasn’t alone, Benkei gave his fullest attention to you. “What’d you just say?”
“Ah! It’s nothing super important! I just wondered if I can call you Benkei-san!” You sounded as if a soldier was asked by his superior if he had understood his orders. It was that formal and alert.
“Chill out,” he noted. “I’m not gonna bite your head off.”
“Ah… haha… then… Can I call you Benkei-san?”
“Sure. Whatever.” He might sound dismissive, but he didn’t care much if he was called Benkei or Keizo. Then again, he’s already used to being evaded by people like he’s the plague.
The thought brought him back to his senses.
“You didn’t get counseling?” The words came out of his mouth in a rush, before his mind could even comprehend what he’s inquiring about. “Community service?”
You smiled sheepishly, “No.”
“I wonder why,” Benkei wondered. Not knowing he had uttered it out loud.
“It’s not because I wanna get to know you more, Benkei-san!” You explained. “Sensei told me there’s a… a… a missing lunch box! Yes! A missing lunch box in this classroom, a-a-and I should return it to her! ASAP!”
Suddenly, you’re on your feet scrounging the tables, lifting the upturned chairs as if it could hide a lunch box underneath. And then you started checking the drawers, the windows — hell, even the freaking doorways.
“What does it look like?” He asked, standing to his full height to help.
“Erm… a yellow flowery thing… I think?”
“I think I’ve seen it somewhere,” he added. He turned his back on you, looking atop the drawer beside the teacher’s table, as he hid a playful, knowing smirk from you. “Is it Sensei’s?”
“Erm… yes? Yes. If you can find it, that would be great.”
Turning around, he had his palms facing up, showing that there’s clearly nothing in his hands. His expression could only be phrased as fun yet lighthearted, a boyish grin when he proudly chuckled, “I spy with my little eye that you lie.”
“No! Sensei… she— I didn’t want to stalk you, I swear! NO, THAT’S NOT IT! I mean—”
“Yes, you can call me Benkei,” he beamed.
IMAUSHI WAKASA
Many times in his life he was bored. Simply and excruciatingly bored. And most times when he was bored, he didn’t know what was happening or what’s gotten into his head.
He thought maybe it’s one way to keep him entertained. To do something out of his character, or perhaps to learn something new about himself.
Much like what he was doing at the present.
“Tell me,” he started, “when was the first time we talked to each other?”
To him, the question wasn’t out of the ordinary. It’s merely a subject he felt tackling at the moment. But unfortunately for you, his victim of the day, just so happened to be stuck in an afternoon detention with him.
“I wonder when it was,” he continued as he fiddled with the keychain in your bag. “I couldn’t remember. Help this poor guy out?”
“Imaushi-san…”
“Nope,” he held a pale hand out. “Just a clue. Don’t give me the full details.”
You sighed, your waning determination to ignore him going down straight to shambles, “It was Valentines.”
“Valentines, huh? Did you give me chocolates? Did you confess? Did I turn you down?”
He kept firing those questions, seemingly uninterested with whatever your reply would be. But then, he suddenly wondered, did you really give him chocolates? He must admit he had one too many every Valentines, and most of those he didn’t even want to accept.
Maybe you were one of those girls he respectfully turned down, and now you just had this desperate notion to follow him around like a cat lost its owner, needing that affection from whoever worthy they choose to be.
“I get it,” he dramatically sighed. “I really do.”
Without looking up from your homework, you asked, “What is?”
“So, I have another question.” Wakasa let go of the suddenly becoming cute keychain of yours, and he creeped his face closer to your desk, almost becoming one with your notebook, just so you’d look him straight in the eyes.
His ruffled hair fell across his forehead, and surprising as it was, he smiled. Sweetly. “Would you humor me?”
You stared at him, almost as deadpan as the thin line across your lips, “No.”
“Hmm,” he pouted. “But I feel like we’ll be good together.”
When you lost your grip around the pen, he knew he finally had your attention. “Say,” he whispered, looking at you from underneath his lashes, “would you go on a date with me?”
“What the fuck are you on about?” You quickly shut your mouth from the sudden slip of profanity and glared at him instead. “I won’t go on a date with you.”
“Why not?” He reached out a hand to brush your hair behind your ear, and seeing how you shivered, he sat up right. “I think I’m a nice boyfriend.”
“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, dragging your notebook away from his reach. “Shooting down my best friend’s heart on Valentine’s Day would make me do exactly that.”
He paused, “Wait…” Wasn’t it you who gave him chocolates? Oh damn, they were all blurry faces in his memory. But through the hazy recollection, he could recall someone aiming at him with a sandwich.
A sandwich.
Surely, that wasn’t you? He would remember that person’s face back then seeing how comical it had seemed.
That was you?
“Yes. You did. And I threatened you for it,” you prattled on. “I have never given you chocolates. In fact, I almost killed you with a half-eaten sandwich. That’s how I can remember our first talk.”
Well, Wakasa was certain about it now. You learn something new about yourself when you’re bored.
taglist. @baji-san and @gwynsapphire.
