A Valentine's Day Wherein Many Misunderstandings Occur (And Ogata-Sensei Is At Fault Yet Again)
by rathiri (who does not, fortunately, own HnG as it is actually enjoyable, makes sense, and is awesome)
It was, Akira knew, entirely illogical. A last minute bid for anonymity spawned by desperation and worthy of someone with considerable less brain cells than calm, sensible, dignified Touya Akira. This Akira knew and despaired because, really, there was no way of getting out of the situation, and at least this way he could maintain some of his dignity, even if it was mortifying and insane and by go he was going to murder Ogata-sensei if it was the last thing he did.
Taking deep breathes, Akira peered around the door leading to the observation room and smoothed down his blouse. At least, he thought, still slightly hysterical, this course of action meant there was very little chance of being recognized.
It was a small comfort.
Spotting Isumi-san by the side table, he headed over slowly, reluctantly, trying not to think of what he was about to do. He clenched his hands harder around the box he was carrying and swallowed twice, nervous.
He reached out a hand and hesitantly tapped his target's shoulder.
"Ano…Waya-san?" he queried, deliberately pitching his voice a bit higher and taking on an inquisitive tone, as if unsure of the brunet's identity. Waya turned away from his conversation with Isumi-san, a frustrated look on his face. "What-"
For a moment Akira feared he had been caught. Waya's mouth hung open in a gape and he made a strangled noise, "Y-Yes?" he responded, and Akira relaxed, relieved to still be unidentified and refusing to think of why exactly Waya was staring at him star-struck.
"I…my friend, that is, just…Here!" and shoving the box at the befuddled boy, Akira turned and escaped as fast as he could. It was the last time, he vowed to himself, he would ever be tricked into betting with Ogata-sensei again, especially in such proximity to Valentine's Day.
Waya stared after the cute girl with the shoulder length hair and pale blushing cheeks and felt himself turn a bright red. "Who was that?" he breathed, eyes glimmering and face flushed before he glanced down at the box that hopefully contained chocolates.
Isumi stared as well, startled, at the vaguely familiar figure turning the corner. Surely he was hallucinating, he thought. Surely Touya Akira simply had an older sibling or cousin who'd become enamored with his best friend. Surely. Pushing back his (obviously absurd) suspicions, he turned back to the game on the screen, wondering how long it would take before Waya got his heart broken. Again.
So, tell me what you think. I found this stagnating in my documents from way back when, February 2008 or something. Hope you enjoyed it.