Disclaimer: Don't own Ouran. End of story.
--50-short stories prompt: issued by Demi-kun--
Pairing: HikaKao
1. Pencil
Kaoru stared idly at the pencil he had in his hand as his teacher continued on with his lesson, glaring at every student who seemed to be sleeping or chatting to each other privately. It was something about physics, what that plump teacher was talking about, but he really couldn't care less. It wasn't like he was going to use it in his life, anyway. Well, maybe, but maybe not. Probably not, he said to himself from his silent debate, one part of him triumphing over the win and the other, mourning about the loss.
He was bored. And he had nothing to do. Twirling his pencil with his fingers, he then took out a blank sheet of paper and started to doodle.
'What are you doing?'
A folded piece of paper was on his blank piece of paper, and he opened it up and saw those four words.
After reading it, he knew right away who the sender was: Hikaru.
'Doodling. You?'
He sent it back.
'Nothing. This class is boring as hell.'
'You just realized, Hikaru?'
A snicker could be heard from Hikaru not too long after, and a different handwriting than the rest could be seen on the note.
'Hikaru, Kaoru, please stop sending notes. Can't you see I'm trying to study?'
Such a Haruhi-like response... Kaoru smiled softly, then wrote:
'Ah. Sorry.'
He sent it again to Haruhi, Hikaru and him grinning impishly as an almost-inaudible groan was heard from the female stuck in the middle of the twins.
The tap of pencils reaching the paper and scribbling words could be heard from the entire classroom, and the wood-like, if not aromatic, smell of wood pencils could be smelt as people sharpened their pencils, or broke it out of sheer enjoyment.
For some reason, his pencil felt like almost-heaven when he wrote something on the note, then passed it, and so on.
'Ring, ring, ring'
After twenty minutes of note-passing, they stood up, arm-in-arm, with Haruhi stuck in the middle, then left the room.
And on the desk in which the three resided, a lone paper laid on Hikaru's desk, words scribbled on a fresh piece of paper.
'I love you.
P.S: God, these pencils are so fun to play with.'
-END
