Aya: Darn you Cassie...
Ryoma: Stop complaining. She's not really a mastermind.
Aya: You don't know! She tricked me into writing this!
Ryoma: No, you're just stupid.
Fuji: Saa Ryoma-chan, don't be so harsh.
Ryoma: Mada mada dane.
Aya: Whatever, you're no help. Dedicated to Rationalized Insanity (Evil Cassie) for making me write this.
Fuji: Aya does not own us in any way. Such a shame, the fun we could have...
"I'm bored."
Golden eyes fixed on the person who spoke. "What do you want me to do about it?"
The person smiled at him as always. "Entertain me."
"No. Now go away."
"But Ryoma-chan-" Ryoma glared at him "-I don't want to go away. I want to be with you."
"Well then be with me in silence. I have homework," Ryoma snapped glaring at the other. Fuji sighed but stayed quiet nonetheless, not wanting to leave his little kohai's presence.
It was quiet for a while after that, the scribbling of boy wonder's pencil the only sound penetrating the air. Ryoma actually felt himself relax a bit. No loud sempais, no weird foods, no nothing. Just peace.
Of course that never lasts long with Fuji around.
He was halfway through solving a math problem when he tensed, something slowly encircling his waist. He glared at the offending object. "Stop it Fuji-sempai."
"Saa, I'm not doing anything."
"That's your arm."
"…so it would seem, wouldn't it?"
"Get it away from me."
Slow patterns were being traced on his skin, making him shiver. "My arm seems to have a mind of its own. I can't control it."
"Then learn how. I have work," his voice came out lighter than he intended and he cursed his body. And Fuji, but mostly his body. Why did it choose a time like this to betray him? And all the other times, come to think of it…
"Saa, I can't. You're just going to have to live with it Ryoma-chan," Fuji said innocently, dragging the freshman out of his chair and onto his lap. Ryoma struggled half-heartedly, giving a breathy moan when lips attached themselves to his neck. "I really have work to do," he forced the words out before he could forget coherent sentences.
Fuji smirked against his skin, moving his hand farther south and brought his lips up to the other's ear. "Don't worry, I'll teach you the material," he purred taking the lobe between his teeth and nibbling on it.
Ryoma let out a whimper. Homework wasn't even safe to do around him.
"Echizen! What is the meaning of this?" Ryoma's math teacher, Haishi-sensei, yelled throwing the almost blank papers onto his desk. Ryoma stared uncaringly at him, holding back a sigh.
"There should be no reason why you did not do your homework! But," Haishi-sensei sneered, "I'll give you a chance; I'm sure it'll be a good laugh."
He stared up at him for a second, blinked owlishly, and simply said, "Fuji."
The teacher froze. After a few moments, he coughed and forced an uncomfortable laugh. "Ah, don't worry about it Echizen. These things happen, don't they? I'll let it slide and you can turn it in tomorrow."
Ryoma smirked as he walked back to his seat. Sometimes it really was fun having Fuji as a boyfriend.
Aya: You had better be happy...
Eiji: Stop sulking, nya!
Oishi: Maybe you shouldn't push her so much...
Ryoma: Go ahead. She's being stupid.
Aya: Is that all you can say about me?
Momo: That's all he says about anyone.