Study Break
By Kashu Arashi
Watari inhaled deeply, trying to clear his brain of formaldehyde. "To think," he laughed, "there was a time when I complained about the smell of freshly killed rats!"
"We all start out that way." A low voice purred. "Unless we start with creatures soaked in formaldehyde. Then we know better."
"Ah, as you say, Sempai." Watari turned to smile at the older man standing behind him.
The other man smiled slowly. "Are you tired of work or would you like to come up to my room to study? Or would your room mate object?"
"He never notices me. Let's study."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Impossibly tiny handwriting started filling its third sheet of study notes.
The phone rang. "Tatsumi Seiichirou."
"Hey, Tatsumi."
He set his pen down for a second, smiling. "Watari. How was lab?"
"Oh, fun. Muraki Sempai invited me up to his room to study, though, so I probably won't be in until later, 'k?"
Tatsumi stiffened. He forced his voice to be indifferent. "Alright. I'll see you when you get in." If he was still up.
"Okay, see you then! Bye!" The phone clicked off.
He turned back to his notes, not seeing them. You should have told him, you idiot.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Oriya let himself into the room and froze at the smell of sweat and semen. He continued to his bed and dumped his gear in the middle of it, then made his way back outside to find his room mate. Muraki was, predictably, smoking. He offered Oriya the pack.
Oriya accepted. "You're not doing him any favors, you know. The entire campus must know he's hot for that accountant room mate of his."
Muraki shrugged. "One man's loss is another's gain."
"And when you grow tired of him?" Oriya arched a brow. "What then?"
"Then it's none of my concern."