So. Start of my second fic ever. Different fandom this time (last time was Utapri). I love love loveeeee this pairing to death, so hopeful my fic does them justice.

A/N: This is during their high school days. Yata is the popular kid; his girl phobia is slightly milder. Fushimi is the cold, mysterious teen who is all aloof...or is he? Read and find out~

Chapter 1

Fushimi Saruhiko and Yata Misaki were never really more than schoolmates for a long while. They both realized that over the course of their high school years, they had always somehow been in the same homeroom class; but it was of no importance to them because they weren't friends (or even acquaintances really for that matter).

Yata, with his quick temper and exuberance, was popular among the guys and the girls treat him as a sort of younger brother; they think he's adorable. Fushimi, on the other hand, was a loner; he kept to himself and spent most of class time staring vacantly out the window. He still managed to ace all his tests though, much to his teachers' annoyance.

The two teens coexisted without ever say so much as a handful of words to each other, until it was down to the last month of their senior year, and Yata wanted change.

He wanted Fushimi to be his friend. Where the strange urge came from he had no idea, he didn't dwell too much on it. They had never talked to each other all throughout high school, and soon they would be leaving high school, never to see one another again. They could at least get to know each other for the little while they had left. And whatever the red wanted, he went after it with a vengeance until he got his way.

Yata put his plan into action the next day after school. He walked up to the blue's seat with a cheerful smile and greeted the other teen as if they had been friends their whole life.

"Hey Fushimi! Do you want to come with us to a mixer? We need another guy."

The blue in question lifted his eyes from his phone screen to meet the other teen's eyes, shooting him an annoyed look. "Why would I want to do that? I don't even know you?"

Yata floundered for a second, unable to think of a response. It was true, this was their first exchange of words ever; but this was also Yata's chance to get to know the other teen better. "I…Ahh…Sorry! But I just thought that since we were short one, this would be the perfect opportunity to get to know you better and stuff! I'm sorry for saying it so out of the blue but it'd be rea-"

"I have plans tonight anyways so it doesn't matter." Fushimi cut the red off sharply.

The other teen's mouth hung open for a second, before he snapped it shut, disbelief written all over his face. "You do? What kind?"

"Work."

"Oooo you have a job?! That's cool! Where do you work?" Yata asked excitedly.

But Fushimi's reply was cold, "That's none of your business. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go." And with that, he grabbed his bag and walked out of the classroom.

"Whaa?!" Yata exclaimed, but the other teen was already long gone. "What the hell?! I was being nice, because he never seems to ever go hang out with friends...err, does he even have friends? Even more reason for me to become his friend! I just have to wear him down..." And with renewed enthusiasm he headed out to the mixer.

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Much to his annoyance, Yata found himself thinking of the blue haired megane. Although, his thoughts were along the lines of "Stupid Fushimi doesn't know what he's missing. If he was here, he'd be having fun, and making new friends." With a shake of his head he tried to push all thoughts of the blue out of his mind and focus on having fun, as well as mustering up the courage to talk to the girl sitting next to him that was clearly interested.

And apparently he had somehow succeeded because once the mixer was over and the group started to part ways, she ran up to him and grabbed his hand to scribble something on his hand. "Call me~" she whispered in his ear, and he flushed bright red and was unable to answer. Instead he looked down to find her number written with a sharpie and a heart next to her name.

He started walking to the station in a daze; this was the first girl he had been attracted to who reciprocated his interest. "Hah, took me till the end of senior year for this to finally happen though." Before, all the girls he liked only saw him as a cute little brother (even when he was older, it was because he was so short). And when the rare girl confessed to him he became such a stuttering mess that it was always mistaken for rejection.

Lost in his musing Yata didn't realize that he was no longer headed to the station, but the Red Light District. Confused he looked around for a familiar landmark so he could get his bearings. As his eyes swept side to side, he was unable to find anything that looked familiar. Then he saw a couple walking a few yards away and was about to sprint over to ask directions when he was rooted in place by what he saw.

The hair was unmistakable. If not for that, Yata would have written it off as a trick of light. Without his school uniform and his glasses, Fushimi was almost unrecognizable. And, AND, he was wearing something even more astounding: a smile. A smile that was directed at his companion, who, Yata realized with a start, was a man. It was then that the teen fully took in the scene that was before his eyes: Fushimi was smiling with this strange man who had his arm around his waist as they headed towards (Yata looked at the sign) a love hotel.

"What the hell...Fushimi's g-gay?" Yata couldn't believe his eyes. "That old man, is that his boyfriend or something?!"

Still trying to comprehend what he had just seen, the teen made it back to the station by pure chance. Even when he was back home, lying in bed, Fushimi and the other man together were all he could think about. And when he finally closed his eyes, Fushimi's smiling face floated before his eyes and was the last thing on his mind before sleep claimed him.

The next day, Yata was debating whether or not to ask the blue about last night. Glancing over, he saw the other teen sitting in his usual seat by the window, staring out at who knows what. He settled on making his way to his own seat, which was next to Fushimi's, and tossing out a cheery greeting to the silent teen.

"Yo! Good morning Fushimi-kun!"

His words were met with cold silence.

"You missed a helluva party!" Yata continued determinedly. Noticing that the other teen had on a scarf even though it was very warm outside, he commented on it curiously. "A scarf, during this weather?!"

This got Fushimi's attention. He turned towards the loud teen, piercing him in place with his dark blue eyes. His voice was cold and clipped as he spoke, "What I do and what I wear are none of your concern. I thought I made it clear that we were in no way on friendly terms yesterday, but here you are again, bothering me with that loud mouth of yours. I don't know you, and you don't know me; there is no reason for that to change now."

Yata's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered and retorted with an easy grin. "Well it got you to talk to me. I think that's the most words you've ever said to anyone at one time since you came to this school. We don't know each other yet, but I'd like to, before the year ends." Sticking his hand out he announced, "Let's start over. Hi, I'm Yatagarasu Misaki, but you can just call me Yata."

The other teen just stared at the proffered hand like it was some sort of strange object.

"Aaaanddd you are, Fushimi…?"

"…Saruhiko, not that that's any of your concern." The blue reluctantly reached his hand out to clasp outstretched one.

"It's nice to meet you! We're gonna get along great!" Yata exclaimed as he enthusiastically pumped their hands up and down.

At the harsh movement Fushimi winced slightly in pain. "…That should do it I think."

"Oh! Sorry, I just got a little overexcited there." Yata said with lopsided grin.

The bell rang and the teacher walked in, so Yata took his seat, humming happily to himself. "Progress made. I knew it couldn't be that hard!" Remembering what he had seen the night before suddenly popped into his head, but he dismissed it. "There's no way. He's so cold to everyone, there's NO WAY he smiles like that. Probably he has a twin or something." Satisfied that he had come up with a plausible reason, the teen turned his mind from the issue for good. Or so he thought.

Well. That's the end of the first chapter. What'd you think? Fushimi is pretty IC, but I'm not too sure about Yata lol. Thanks for reading: Reviews are alwaysss welcomeee~