A/N: Here is the first of a bunch of College AU Mystic Messenger drabbles. I'm using a random list of prompts for inspiration. This is my first shot at MM fanfiction, so yeah...forgive me. Also, this is more of stress relief as I'm working through finals. Hope you enjoy this mess anyway. :) I'll let you know if there are any spoilers at the top of the chapter.

Prompt: Fight for the only left-handed seat.

Pairing: 707 x MC

Spoilers: None.

Seven rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pulled his backpack strap higher on his shoulder before it slipped. He pulled up his sleeve and checked the time. "Shouldn't have rushed off the bus," he mumbled to himself. He should have just taken the opportunity to grab a few more minutes of sleep, since his boss barely let him get an hour last night.

Oh, well, he thought. At least he could sleep in the empty classroom until the professor arrived. He pushed the room door open and walked to his usual spot. Only he heard a small yelp when he let his bag slip to the floor.

His eyes widened. He saw a girl grimace and rub her shin. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Seven blurted. "I thought this…" his words trailed off. She was sitting in a left-handed seat. He usually sat in that seat, but it was no biggie. He could just find another one. He picked up his bag and turned to scan the other chairs.

There was no other left-handed seat.

He turned back to her. "S-sorry about my bag," he said. "But, um, you're sitting in my usual spot."

"Well, there was no other left-handed seat," the girl muttered, not looking up at him. She pulled out her notebook and pen. Seven narrowed his eyes.

"Um, but your pen…" he started. He shook his head, trying desperately to gather his sleep-ridden thoughts. "You placed your pen on the right side. You're right handed."

The girl shrugged. "I prefer left handed seats. It's more open."

"But, I'm actually left-handed," Seven retorted, trying not to let his aggravation get to him.

She looked up at him. Ah, now he recognized her. MC was the quiet one who usually sat in the back. She was pretty up close...with her sparkling eyes...soft hair—no. No! The seat. Concentrate.

"I know for a fact that you're ambidextrous," she smiled. Seven opened and closed his mouth a few times. Had she been watching him?

"I was left-handed first," Seven said. Wait, that didn't make any sense. He cleared his throat. "I mean, I feel more comfortable with my left-hand. Please, could you just—"

With a dismissive sigh, she opened her notebook and began writing the date. Seven slammed his hand on top of her books. She jumped slightly before scowling at him. "I suggest a duel."

He thought she was going to snort and comment on how childish he sounded at the moment, but instead, she only held out a fist. Her eyes sparkled in determination. "Rock, papers, scissors."

"To the death?"

"Until Professor Jones gets here," she suggested.

Seven slipped into the seat next to her. "Loser has to ask the stupidest questions in class-or deal with the consequences later."

"Deal."

The irritation he felt earlier dissipated as the two began their battle. Sure, the girl was stubborn, but something about her excited him. What part exactly? He wasn't sure. But he was going to find out once this battle was over.

A/N: There's drabble one! I'll be doing different pairings with MC or maybe a few friendship ones. If you want to see something in particular, let me know and I'll consider it.