Kiritani Shuuji, it's my name. Almost everyone calls me Shuuji-san or Shuuji-kun, even the senseis. But he says my name differently. Kusano Akira, he'll call out my name in that annoying voice of his as he rushes down the stairs flapping his arms, soy milk in hand.
"Shuuuuu-ji-kun!" And of course there he is. I sigh mentally as he appears, too late to run away.
"Can't you ever say-" I stop as he drapes himself across my shoulders.
"Kon-kon! Does Shuuuuu-ji-kun want mamechichi?" I know that I am staring at him in shock. Before I can even begin to try and shoot him down he presses a kiss to my cheek and rushes away, laughing maniacally...as usual.
My bag dropped to the ground with a thud and I stared openly at Akira who stood by the windows, hitting the walls as if he was clapping with everyone else. Relief flooded me and then surprise 'What is he doing here?' Sensei told me, after the clapping had finished to,
"Sit next to Kusano-san please. Kusano raise your hand." Akira did as he was told but I was already halfway there, not needing directions to the person that held my heart.
"Okaeri." Akira whispered to me as class began again and squeezed my hand under his desk. I smiled at him, happiness coursing through me.
"Tadaima."
(A/N: I dunno about this one either...dies obviously yaoi though. I need to write more, my stories are so short! Please review, I also need a beta if anyone wants to help? Thanks!)
