Inspired by Mousou Shoujo Otaku Kei, a hilarious manga which explained to a non-fujoushi such as yours sincerely why there are so many fujoushi out there and the fascination with yaoi.

Disclaimer: Only the OCs belong to me.

Chapter One: Confessions of a Fujoushi

Miura sighed dreamily. Staring at her sketch, she scanned her eyes over the details. The slender curve of his neck, the soft blown hair, the angle of the faces, the intensity of the kiss…

"HISAGITO MIURA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HOMEWORK?!" She jumped at her friend's bellow before turning around to face the music.

"Kazuko…" Miura whispered sheepishly, shrivelling under said friend's piercing amber glare. Yoshikuni Kazuko, Rikkai Dai Student Council's Vice-President and Miura's close friend, was practically fuming, not because she was a temperamental fire-spitting dragon, but because Miura had just drawn a picture of two very familiar boys engaged in a steamy make-out session, on her essay no less!

"I don't care if you like fantasizing about our male population and creating your own yaoi works of art, but please spare my homework! Especially when the deadline is today!" Miura shrank under Kazuko's black killer aura, mentally searching for a hole to disappear into. Or a practical method would be to hide under a desk and pretend that Kazuko had not seen her and thought she left for home.

As if that would work against the keen-eyed fukukaichou.

"Now, now, what's the matter, Kazu-chan?" Yukimura Seiichi, Student Council and Rikkai Dai tennis club's President, appeared behind Kazuko. A slender hand rested on her shoulder, as if to calm the raging aura.

Miraculously, it died away. "Yukimura, I will be late for the meeting later. I have an unfinished assignment which has to be submitted by three today." Kazuko's flat tone indicated her resignation of the irreversible effects of fate's cruelty. Judging from her initial outburst, it was a wonder she hadn't snatched her essay from Miura and stomped off, grumbling about crazy fujoushi and ruined homework. Not that Kazuko was a hot-tempered, grudge-bearing girl in the first place.

Yukimura must have witnessed the whole scene, for his searching gaze told Miura that he wanted answers. Blushing, the olive-haired girl mumbled. "I kinda ruined her homework which I borrowed…"

"I see." Glancing at the clock in the classroom, the blue-haired bishonen said, "My goodness, I've got to find Renji now. Ja ne, Miura-chan."

"Ja, Yukimura-kun."

Miura watched his retreating back and released the breath she was unconsciously holding. Oh my god, she wanted to sink inside an Arctic hole and cover herself in snow right now! Why had she drawn on Kazuko's beautiful essay? Did she have some death wish imprinted on her face? If Kazuko received a big fat zero for her assignment, Miura would never forgive herself for tainting her friend's straight As record.

Groaning to herself, she sank into her chair and hit the desk with her head. It wasn't the first time she had caused trouble for her good friend of three years, the only friend who knew she was a hardcore fujoushi and secretly fantasized about the boys she met (in addition to all the manga she read and anime she watched).

Not the usual I'm-smitten-with-the-heart-throbs fantasy, but the yaoi pairings Miura could think of.

Yes, the thrill of forbidden love between two males, the drama involving secret confessions and heartbreaks, the unique characteristics of each male as they entranced and enthralled…A haven where no females intruded their lives.

"Be gone, girls and women, you have no right to disrupt the beautiful love between two boys at the springtime of youth!" Miura declared dramatically, fists clenched and all. Imaginary fanfare played in the background.

The silence of the classroom and the chirping of birds outside the window answered her.

Kazuko copied her essay furiously, her pen flying across the paper at lightning speed. If only she had thought of photocopying it before lending Miura. Alas, the damage was done.

The ink drawing of Yukimura and Sanada taunted her every time she turned her eyes to her essay. Much as Kazuko admitted that Miura was a good artist (after all the manga she had read), she wished Miura could restrict her vivid imagination to her anime. As far as Kazuko understood, the tennis buchou and fukubuchou were straight, although many would rather question Sanada's asexuality than imagine him with a girlfriend. (Or boyfriend, according to Miura) So were the other Regulars, from Rikkai, from Hyoutei, from Seigaku, from the other schools.

Not that Kazuko did not accept homosexuality. The world is full of individuals in different status quo. There are people who like straight couples, people who like BL, people who like yuri, people who like hentai. She could care less if Miura twittered about the many pairings from her favourite anime as long as she kept her toe in line. Except that Miura had overstepped her boundaries more than once during the course of their high school lives.

Sighing, Kazuko resumed her copying. No time to think about anything especially when her grades were in peril. Third year in high school was a perilous time, the last stage of their lives as students – she wanted to graduate with fond memories and no regrets of having enrolled into Rikkai Dai two years ago.

"…springtime of youth!"

That must belong to the crazy girl and her rally speech next door.

Shaking her head, Kazuko left the classroom to find the teacher. She had a council meeting to attend afterward.

fujoushi: an otaku who loves yaoi and BL

BL: otaku term for boy love

kaichou: student council president

fukukaichou: student council vice-president

Author's comments: My first fic. Mousou Shoujo Otaku Kei by Konjoh Natsumi is a recommend for both yaoi and non-yaoi fans out there, because it kinda delves into the mind of a fujoushi, and the humour gave me stitches. =) Unfortunately/fortunately, I'm no fujoushi myself, hence if there are any ideas for tenipuri yaoi pairs feel free to tell me. I'll let Miura-chan carry out her fantasies. XD