Kyouya sighed as he sat in his poetry class that was forced onto all of the first years. He read his poem over and mentally marked off ever requirement that he had to make. Every one of them were checked off by the time he was done. Everybody hated poetry class, everyone except Honey-senpai which for some reason was in the class with the first years, and did the least amount of work needed to make the grade. This time though the sensei had enough of our slacking and told us that we had to do it about something we loved. This made everyone enthusiastic except the anxious Kyouya.
He continuously looked at the clock, the sensei, and then back to the student reading their boring poem. He bounced his leg impatiently as he waited for his name to be called.
The rules were pretty simple: You must have over five words. You must pick something you known about. It must be dramatic.
You see? Simple. He met every one of the requirements.
Finally his name was called and he headed up to the front of the class. He had done it thousands of times, stood in front of the class, but never had it been this easy. He was not nervous or scared like normally. He didn't feel sick to his stomach, truthfully it felt like he had to explain something so obvious that every one should know it. It truthfully felt like he was talking to Tamaki, the single most retarded person to walk the face of this earth.
He had memorized the whole poem as usual. He didn't need to take the paper up to the front of the room. He waited until the whole class had their eyes on him before he cleared his throat and began to speak.
Donut
By Kyouya Ootori
Donut...donut donut donut...donut donut donut......*dramatic pause* donut
He smiled as he walked back to his desk and took a seat as every but one was sitting there with their jaws laying on their desks. No one could believe that Kyouya Ootori had just did that. They were excepting something like a poem about money or power but donuts?
He smirked the whole time while the room remained quiet all except for the constant squeaking of an eraser on paper.
Honey-senpai sat in the back of the class tears running down his face as he erased the poem on his paper. He had worked hard on the poem to be original and he really wanted it to be about one of his favorite round treats but Kyou-chan had taken it. Depressed Honey just went with a simple and boring poem about bunnies.
No one quiet understood why he was crying the whole time that he was up there. The teacher didn't seem to mind giving him an A+ on the poem even though it met only one of the requirements. Kyouya was happy with the A+ that he got too.