AN: This story started out as an RP between myself and my friend on tumblr! It will stay in the current format, but we hope that you like it!
Wandering the halls, only moments before his 6th block exam, Kiba excitedly runs to Asuma's classroom. Trying to beat the clock, the brunette whips around the corner and slides into the classroom, eyes searching for his target — Sai.
He spots the boy, sitting solemnly in the corner of the room, face shoved intently into his computer screen. He typed slowly, but with poise (unlike Kiba, who typed like a maniac, erasing errors every few words).
Kiba rushed to Sai's side and placed his hand firmly on the back of the dark haired boys' neck. "Yo! What's will all of these anon's asking questions about us!" He smiled at the boys' reflection in the mirror.
Sai visibly stiffened, but Kiba hadn't seemed to notice it. The black haired boy really hadn't been prepared for Kiba to just show up to his class. His eyes flicked nervously to the electronic clock on the wall. Glaring red numbers told him he had about three minutes of what could possibly turn out to be torture.
Sai could feel his heart beat heavily in his chest. "I guess some people seem to think we'd be a good couple, is all." He replied carefully. For some reason he feared what might happen next. How did Kiba even feel about how all these people were talking about them anyway? He certainly hadn't said anything too specific to work from. And it was that fear that something might go wrong in yet another simple social situation that threw him off. Not to mention the fact his erratic heartbeat almost drowned every other noise out.