A/N: The world knows how much P.E. sucks ass. The world also knows that gym showers, are one of the most embarrassing experiences one will go through. The locker rooms are equally embarrassing, what with all the shirtless guys/girls of all shapes and sizes walking around, made inevitably worse by the presence of a crush. That's right, if you're unlucky enought to know what I'm talking about, well, then you know what I'm talking about.
'Damn the world,' I thought. It was a Tuesday, which meant I had P.E. With Yamamoto. Oh yeah, my life is great.
Fucking perfect.
It was only a two minute walk to the locker rooms, but I sure as hell was gonna take my damn time. Of course, my brisk walking pace betrayed me, and I got there a minute before the bell.
I cursed my way through changing, and eventually made it out of the locker rooms alive. Of course not without the sight of a shirtless Yamamoto burned into my eyelids. I swear his mission in live was to make me miserable by taunting me with that perfect body of his, all lean muscle, and tan skin. Damn it...
Today we had track and field lessons which of course meant a lot of running. There's nothing better than trying to concentrate in the lesson at hand when your crush is running full speed, shirt fluttering around his well-toned chest, exposed tanned stomach muscles, and the slight lines of his hipbones poking up from his shorts... Damnit iiit...
I tried desperately to distract myself, but in the end I still ended up embarrasingly red, (wink wink) and thoruoghly ready to get the hell out of dodge.
Forty-five excruciatingly embarrassing and painful minutes later, the P.E. teacher told us to hit the showers. Sprinting there, I got the first shower and was changing when Yamamoto walked in. I assume he was late to the showers because he had questions about baseball practice.
Of course, I was still halfway through changing, so while he was showering, I was still in the locker room. So not only do I get the image of Yamamoto shirtless, I get the picture of him NAKED.
20 Minutes Later
I am never going to be able to face Yamamoto ever again. At least not without having some problems looking at him... Damn iiiiit...
First these stupid fucking feelings, now this fucking stupid ass problem of seeing THAT. I'll just skip a few days of school and then it will be fine. I'll get over it. And I'll scrub my mind of that image if it's the...last... Oh, fuck it. I like the image. I'll just learn to control my blushing.
Urgh... Fuck my life.
A/N: Well Gokudera I would be happy to fuck your life. Wait, I am! Muahahahahahaha. Whoa, that sounded way too dirty. Anyways, I knew this would be a bit risque but, whatevs. I wrote it. lol, hope you liked it. Reviews are love for the writer's brain! Wrote this to upstart my brain for more writing. Sorta fell into depression for a while. Digging myself out about now. and my muse decided it was funny to stop talking to me. she makes hints, but won't tell me nothing! Urgh... FEELS! nrrgh... must stop crying... am so emo...