Author's notes: Sooo... This is my first yaoi fanfic, and an AU at that... and it comes in multiple chapters, haha! So far, it already has thirteen chapters, and I'm still working on it...XD Anyhow, this is an AU high school setting ShuuKira fic. Nothing much is going on here yet. YET.

Well, here goes. I hope you'll enjoy this! ^-^

Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH

'Sakura trees bloom,

painting the pavement with pink

sakura petals'

Whoever thought that joining the Haiku Club would be so troublesome?

Want to share your poetry skills?

Then, the Haiku Club is the place for you!

The Haiku Club is looking for more talented writers! Join now, and get the chance to have your literary works published in the school bulletin!

Our headquarters is located at room 3-A, so drop by if you're interested.

Sweat trickled down the blond male's forehead. Raising his forearm above his face, he wiped off the sweat before it fell down to his cheeks, and breathed out. Then, he looked down on the floor, where a slightly crumpled paper bag lay, before lowering his upper body to pick it up. Holding it on his arms, he ran to his right and turned on a corner, next to some lockers that lined up on the hallway.

After a few minutes of running, he stopped in front of a room. 3-A, it says on the wooden plate at the top of the door.

"I...I-m back, senpai...!" He panted upon opening the door.

"What took you so long, Kira?" The dark-haired male sitting by the window didn't look too amused at the late arrival of the other. Though he seemed ticked off, he spoke calmly, and let his stomach do the complaining. Loudly. "W-What are you standing there for? Hand over my lunch." There was obviously a hint of embarrassment when he spoke, most likely because of his stomach's loud grumbling.

"A-Ah, yes." The blond looked down, and walked towards the other male. "Here you go. Chinese fried rice with dumplings, as you requested." He handed over the paper bag he was carrying. Though in his mind, Kira was cursing the other student for pushing him around and letting him do all the tiring and troublesome work.

"I had to run all the way to the next block to get your stupid food." Kira grumbled to himself.

Hearing the younger mumble something while he was taking out the carton rice box from the bag, the raven-haired looked at the student across him and raised a brow.

"Are you saying something, freshman?"

"N-Nothing, Hisagi-senpai." The blonde shook his head and avoided the other's piercing gaze. "I-I'll be going now." He turned his back on Hisagi and started walking towards the door.

"Wait."

The blond male stopped on his tracks and grit his teeth when he heard the older call up to him. It would definitely be another errand for Kira to do.

"What does he want this time?! Dessert?"

He turned his heel to face the other, and to his surprise, his face met Hisagi's who was just standing a few inches behind him. For a moment, Kira felt like he stopped breathing after seeing how close their faces are. He blanked out for a while and snapped out when he heard Hisagi's deep and scruffy voice.

"Kira."

"W-What do you want this time, senpai?" The blond averted his gaze from the tall male. "Did I forget something from your order?" He bluntly spoke.

"No."

"Eh?" Kira looked back at Hisagi, his eyes widened a bit at the other's response. "Then, what is it?" He asked, inclining his head a little to the side.

"It must be something serious. Has senpai finally noticed me?"

The raven-haired held out his palm, and said, "...My change."

Kira blinked. And blinked again. Then, he looked at Hisagi, then his palm, and back at Hisagi, giving him an irritated look.

"What? Money is a matter of life and death! Now, hand over my change."

Kira's brow twitched. He internally cursed at this person again while taking out some coins from his pocket. Then, he placed them on the other's hand. As if it were a flytrap, Hisagi then grasped on to the younger's firm hand, and smiled at him.

"Thanks, Kira! You're the best errand boy!" He lifted his free hand and ruffled the younger's golden locks, much to Kira's chagrin.

"S-Stop messing my hair, Hisagi-senpai!" He swatted the older's hand from his head and pulled out his other hand from Hisagi's grasp. "Tsk. I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not." He mumbled as he turned away.

"See you later after class, Kira!" Hisagi gave the other a pat on the back that seemed like a push as a sort of parting gift.

"Yeah, after class." Kira gave a dismissive wave, opened the door, and stepped out.