"Psst."
Roxas glanced over to see a familiar redhead looking in his direction. His teal eyes flicked to the side, one eyelid twitching downward in a wink.
"What do you want, Axel?"
The redhead crossed one of his long legs over the other and leaned back in his chair. "Can I borrow your notes?"
"No way," Roxas snorted. "What'd you do, skip out again yesterday?"
"Maybe." Axel grinned. "So what was that?" he continued, shifting in his seat and leaning closer to Roxas.
"I said no."
"Say it again."
"N—"
He broke off. One of Axel's hands was braced against his desk, bringing him close enough that his mouth touched Roxas's ear.
"Go on."
Roxas bit his lip, hesitating a second. He sighed.
"Fine," he muttered, sliding his notebook across the table.
"Thanks," Axel replied. He snatched the notebook from the desk, flipped it open, and started copying.
A minute later he paused and shot Roxas another sideways glance.
"I can't read your handwriting," he whispered across the aisle.
"Shut up!" Roxas shot back and kicked Axel's desk, hard.
A/N: So yeah, this is a story I wrote at the end of last school year while I was sitting in class bored as hell... The entire thing's not that long, because it's kind of hard to write during school when you're supposed to be taking notes! X3
I did write these down in a notebook first and speed-typed them, so if you see any errors, TELL MEEEEEEEE. And feel free to review otherwise!