Moving to Koi was more of a rash decision, mainly because things were quickly growing rather boring in Namimori after that whole fiasco. The move itself was okay, his empty apartment disappointing, and his new room mate--well, she was a girl for one thing. But she was rather feisty, so he couldn’t bring himself to complain.
The last thing he had expected, however, was to see a familiar face. Especially one he was rather close to--though the word close can be used rather loosely. As far as Byakuran was concerned, they were friends. ( Though, it wasn’t very certain if he even knew the meaning of the word friend. )
❝ -- Yo! ❞ Stepping forward, advancing toward the smaller with the grace of a cat on the prowl, Byakuran all but towered over the boy. ❝ Who would think I’d bump into you here, Tsunayoushi - kun! ❞ There was a lilting purr in the way he said his name, his voice becoming a slight croon as he rocked on his heels, hand upraised in greeting. Surprise, surprise: he was capable of self - restraint.
i want the k :) not really but lets have it anyway
They weren’t supposed to be in the library. They were supposed to be home, not lost between the bookshelves in the deepest corner of the building. He never wanted to go to the library to begin with, but as Aoi insisted on taking the detour he couldn’t exactly say no. For whatever reason, the student who barely showed up for school was showing an interest in books, and he couldn’t not encourage that.
He was totally wrong.
They had looked through some books, sharing their interests in light conversation as they picked through shelves, and he berated himself for not realizing sooner how the older’s replies were a bit forced. He realized too late that about half way through their library date he got some brilliant idea to do something they shouldn’t be doing in the library.
His back was pressed to the spines of books, wrists trapped on either side of him by his captor. His verbal protest was kept quiet by the rule of being quiet in a library, and the last thing he wanted was for them to be found like this. In raspy whispers he urged Aoi to get away from him, that they could be doing this somewhere else, but gained nothing favourable in response.
“Aren’t you having fun?” His answer was louder than a whisper, and it sent a bit of urgent panic through the younger boy. “If you’re too loud, they’ll catch us. Then we’ll be in all sorts of trouble.” He tried to glare very pointedly to get him to shut up, but it was only amusement for the troublemaker.
“Hehe.. How long can you keep yourself quiet?” His face leaned closer, and Tsuna could tell what was coming. His arms were held rather tightly beside his head, leaving him nowhere to really turn to escape the oncoming intimacy. He wished, wished wished wished with all his might that he wouldn’t actually kiss him here–
Eyes squeezed themselves shut when cold lips pressed to his jaw, face tilting up and to the right as much as it could given the restrictions. Aoi placed another, closing against the skin a little further down the exposed jawline, sucking ridiculously soft to create a more heated sensation. Kisses of this variety, given by this particular pain in the ass, never ended happily. He could feel his cheeks heating up, inwardly cursing how it felt versus how he felt and the amount of embarrassment and tragedy he felt at the exact same time in this dumb library they were going to get caught in with this stupid idiot if he didn’t back off—
“Kuh–!” The older faltered immediately, grip loosening and body curling and crippling after Tsuna’s shoe collided rather harshly with Aoi’s shin. He let out some disgruntled noises over the pain before finally managing, “Why you little…” only to trail off with another wounded whine. Tsuna rubbed his jaw free of Aoi’s gross saliva, expression very unimpressed and mildly disgusted by his antics. He moved away from the shelf, skirted quickly but carefully around the wounded loser and walked briskly away from the premises.
Brain conversations were practically the only way to have intelligent conversations lately. Sitting at the stop where the tram showed up, Kaito had indulged in a topic of how far away Ekoda was, or if Aoko even wanted to go back, and how he had to find an escape route quick if she were considering building an aquarium in her room. There was no way he was staying in that house if she really did construct one, and the very thought send shudders up his spine...
Freaking... finny things... how could she, why did he have to--
Wait, wait wait, why did he have to miss the tram just for thinking about his own problems?! The magician, in all his glory, bounced out of his thoughts only when he heard the crank of the engine turn for what he assumed had been its arrival, but no, it was departing and oh god, he might actually miss it.
“Oi!” He yelled, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. “Wait up! Geez, I thought these things were supposed to be slow!” Grumbling all the more, he took a step in the direction of the moving vehicle before he stopped, noticing a brunet who also looked as though he meant to get on. “Are you coming or what?”
“Tsunayoshi!” Kakeru waved down the student, quickly getting his attention before he could escape for the day. Tucking his book under his arm he jogged up to the boys side and placed his free hand on his hip. “Where is your homework? I know you live with Kano, don't let him be a bad influence on you.”
“You look like someone who gets in trouble a lot without meaning to. Much like Naegi. Since you two seem similar, you get a six mostly because you’re less of an eyesore than Naegi.”
