Disclaimer: None of the characters present or mentioned in this fanfic belong to me, not do any of the settings. I'm merely rearranging some of the pieces to my liking.

A/N: I don't use honorifics (I don't have a firm grasp on them yet even though I've been a fan of anime/manga for over a decade at this point T.T). If anyone seems a little OOC please let me know. This will be my third fanfic.

CONTENT WARNING: This fanfic will contain material of a nature that may not be suitable to readers under the age of 18. I can't control who reads this, but I hope that if you are under the age of 18 and you are reading this, that you at least have your parents'/guardians' permission to do so. For the sake of this particular storyline I have to leave in a lot of the risque stuff but I edit out the worst (best?) of it.

Although, if you can prove to me that you are over the age of 18 I will gladly email you the pieces that I edit out. You can reach me on facebook ProudMomma0713 or by email kindledragon22 g mail. com.

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Takeda heaved a sigh as he sat at his desk. School was boring, worthless except for the opportunity it provided to see his friends. He wanted to ask Kenichi and Miu if they would go to his boxing match on Saturday. He didn't have to ask Ukita. He knew he would be there. Just as he was debating whether or not to invite Niijima, Kenichi plopped down onto the seat in front of him.

"Hi, Takeda."

"Hey, Kenichi. How is your training going?"

Kenichi blushed, "Ahaha, good. Hey, um...Takeda, what do you do to relieve stress?"

"Hmmm, well that depends on my mood I guess. Sometimes I do extra training or go out with friends, now that I have friends again instead of just fellow delinquents," Takeda smiled since Kenichi was the reason he was no longer really a delinquent and had been able to return to his first love, boxing.

"Is that all? I could do things like that. Well, I don't think I'd want to do extra training."

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh! No reason, no reason," Kenichi blushed again.

Takeda smiled, "Kenichi, how cute. I think you're growing up, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

Takeda leaned in and whispered something in Kenichi's ear. Kenichi blushed even harder and the next second Takeda felt Kenichi's fist connect with his jaw. As he toppled out of his chair he wondered if maybe hadn't touched himself but rather maybe someone else had touched him. That would explain the boy's embarrassment over something so natural.

Takeda managed to sit up just in time to catch an alien's voice drift into the classroom, "Kenichi, you're not supposed to beat up on members of your own group. I guess all that training hasn't fixed your brain."

"Shut up, Niijima, you alien."

Takeda rubbed his jaw where Kenichi had hit him, ignoring the back and forth argument between him and Niijima. He was thankful that it hadn't held any of Kenichi's training, it was simply a reflex to Kenichi's embarrassment. Takeda gave a lopsided smile when Ukita came in and sat in the desk next to him.

"What happened to you?" Ukita said by way of greeting.

"I think I embarrassed Kenichi, and he hit me for it."

"What did you say?"

"I asked him if he jerks off to relieve stress."

"...W-what?" Ukita took his sunglasses off to stare at Takeda.

"Well, he started it. He asked what I do to relieve stress. He seemed disappointed with my answer, and then he blushed. I figured maybe..you know."

The chatter in the classroom died away as the teacher walked in. Takeda pretended to follow the lesson, but his focus was on the pending match. It was two days away.

Takeda swiped his towel off the bench. He had the practice room to himself since there usually weren't any club activities on Friday mornings. He regretted not having brought a water bottle with him. It was such a pain to have to go to a water fountain every time he needed to take a drink.

He closed his eyes as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he opened them, Ukita was leaning in the doorway holding a water bottle. Takeda could see the ice floating in the water. It looked like heaven.

"Ukita, thank you!" Takeda darted forward and reached for the water bottle, but Ukita yanked it up out of his reach. Takeda stumbled and fell into Ukita. It was almost ridiculous how big his friend was. "What'd ya do that for?"

"This is my water. I have morning practice in a few minutes. I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Please can I have a drink? I didn't bring a water bottle this morning."

"Fine." Ukita lowered the hand holding the water bottle and handed it to Takeda.

Takeda hastily unscrewed the cap and took two big gulps. Some of the water trickled down his chin and made a crooked path down the slender column of his throat only to disappear under his collar. When he screwed the cap back on, Takeda realized he was still standing so close to Ukita that his hip was touching the top of Ukita's thigh. Takeda couldn't tell because of Ukita's sunglasses, but he thought his friend had a funny look on his face. The illusion disappeared when Takeda wiped away the water on his neck with his towel.

"Thanks, Ukita." Takeda stepped away from his friend and went back to practicing for his match. He failed to notice the way Ukita walked away, like he was uncomfortable.

My apologies that this chapter is so short. I tend to change my writing style according to the plot. My previous fanfics switched back and forth from 2-3 character's points of view, but for this one I don't think that would work. It will be written entirely from Takeda's 3rd person point of view. If my transitions seem to be lacking, please let me know.

Regards,

Blanche