I decided to write a oneshot for my favorite Sukisyo pairing because it's so rare and I was bored.

Pairing: Nagase x Ichikawa

Perspective: 1st person, Nagase POV.

I don't own Sukisyo, the uberly spiff people at Platinum Label do.

WARNING: OOCness, Shounen-ai, and btw, if you don't like shounen-ai, then why are you watching Sukisyo? XD

Trying 1st person perspective 8D. Thought I'd do something a little different. Sorry if it sucks or if I make Nagase sound like a girl.

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"Buchou, what do you think of me?"

Dammit, he backed me into a corner. I swore two months ago that I'd never let this happen, but now I was in the chemistry lab, hearing these words that made my breath cut out.

"Buchou?"

"W… What did you ask me?" I stalled for time, hoping that the bell would be ringing soon so we'd both have to leave for class. I glanced at the clock. 6:18. Damn, why'd I pick today to come to school early?

"I asked what you thought of me," Gaku cocked his head. His eyes were full of hope that I'd say what he wanted. I didn't even know what he wanted me to say.

"I… I think you make a good assistant…" I gulped, praying that he didn't hear my heart pounding.

"Anything else?" He asked, cocking his head to the other side. I could tell that wasn't what he wanted to hear, but I couldn't just tell him I thought he was beautiful. In all truth, he's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. His eyes shine and change with his emotions, his voice was always happy, and his moods were contagious.

"No," I replied quietly, turning so I wouldn't have to see his expression.

"Okay," I could hear disappointment in his voice and picture his face, "Sorry to bother you Buchou."

Damn, why am I so weird? I know he likes me, and I feel the same, but I can't say it! I felt like punching the white table my hands were resting on.

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"Good afternoon, Buchou!" Gaku called to me as if our conversation earlier had been completely forgotten.

"Good afternoon to you, Gaku," I replied smiling. I leaned against one of the lab tables, placing both my palms on the surface.

"Buchou…" He tugged on my sleeve slightly, locking his ocean eyes with mine, "Buchou, what do you think of me?"

"What?" I could tell my eyes widened and I was definitely blushing. "What?" I repeated the word.

"What do you think of me? I know I asked you this morning, but I…" His voice trailed off as he looked at his feet.

"I…" I couldn't finish my sentence. My throat stopped. Damn emotions. Why do we need them anyways?

"If it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you what I think about you…" He offered, our eyes locked again and I found my voice.

"No, that won't be necessary. I know how you feel about me," I took a deep breath before continuing. "I think you're a beautiful person. No one can compare to you in my eyes." I concentrated on speeding down my heart and keeping the blood from rushing to my face.

My plan was to take deep breaths and count down from ten.

Ten… nine… eight…

His eyes closed slowly.

Seven… six… five…

"Buchou…" His face was incredibly close to mine…

Four… three… two…

"I love you."

One.

His lips met mine gently. I could swear my breath full-on stopped, but when I found that I could breathe again, I closed my eyes, listening to him breathe quietly.