"Nui Nui!" the lavender-haired boy called out happily from the doorway of the student council room.
The grey-haired male said nothing, nor did he look up. He was busy writing something. There was a huge pile of papers on his desk, which he wasn't removing his eyes from.
"Nui Nui!" he said, louder this time.
Kazuki mumbled something to himself, still looking down at his papers.
Tsubasa frowned slightly, now storming toward Kazuki. He stood in front of his desk, waiting for Kazuki to notice him.
Kazuki leaned back and slumped lazily in his chair. He pulled out a pencil from behind his ear and began writing something on one of the papers. He was completely oblivious to Tsubasa's presence. Tsubasa couldn't wait anymore, so he snatched the pencil out of Kazuki's hand, whining. "Why aren't you listening to me?"
It took a while for the grey-haired male to react. He slowly took off his glasses - which he only wore while doing paper work - and languidly raised his head up to face Tsubasa, which he found to be a somehow tedious task, since Tsubasa was so damn tall. His height didn't have anything to do with his personality, though. In fact, Tsubasa always had a cheerful, outgoing and enthusiastic nature…Well, maybe a little too enthusiastic. Not that it was a bad thing. Kazuki did like having him around. After all, he himself selected Tsubasa as Treasurer of the student council. Why else would he do that in the first place if he didn't want Tsubasa near him?
Still, the problem was, Tsubasa always found ways to get on Kazuki's nerves, even if he didn't mean to.
"…What is it?" Kazuki drawled, sighing heavily.
Tsubasa pouted. "You're so mean…You weren't even listening to me…"
Kazuki sighed again. "Just tell me what you want," he demanded impatiently. He noticed that Tsubasa was holding an unusual, robot-like object in his hands.
"Why are you so cranky? Did something bad happen to you?"
"And what if something did? Is that what you came to ask me about? If so, then I suggest you leave. Don't waste my time." Kazuki's voice sounded really irritable.
"Ah…Um…I'm sorry," Tsubasa apologized.
"Don't be so harsh on him, Kazuki," said a familiar voice. Tsubasa turned around and Kazuki looked behind him, in the direction of the voice. As expected, the owner of that voice was the student council's vice-president, Aozora Hayato, who was also the one and only person who somehow always managed to cheer up Kazuki. Hayato had been friends with Kazuki for a while now and they were really close. He could always depend on Hayato for help and, in the same way, was there to help Hayato when he needed him.
"Hayato…," Kazuki said quietly, but happily. He was relieved that there was finally someone who could help him get rid of Tsubasa and his whining.
The redhead stood at the doorway, carrying a small pile of books. "What were you two just talking about?" he asked, curious.
"Nui Nui's not listening to me!" Tsubasa cried, his free hand at his side now clenching into a fist.
Hayato glanced at the grey-haired male. "Kazuki, I told you not to be harsh on him."
"But-"
"You really need to control that attitude of yours."
There he goes again, the grey-haired male thought to himself. What is he, seriously? "Stop it, Hayato…Stop acting…like you're my parent or something…" Kazuki looked at the ground uneasily, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He was almost falling off his chair now. He was suddenly reminded about his past, a past which he wanted to forget forever.
Kazuki was gifted with the power of foresight ever since he was little, although he never once thought of it as a gift. For him, it was a punishment…a punishment which caused him to become helpless…a punishment which caused his parents' death. He lived believing that it was completely his fault they died. He carried the burden of blame on his shoulders all by himself. Stop thinking about this. Forget about it already…
"Kazuki…?"
"Nui Nui?"
The grey-haired male was suddenly pulled back into reality. "Sorry," he muttered. "Well…Putting that aside, what did you want, Tsubasa?" He finally stood up, hands still in his pockets.
Tsubasa's big sky blue-eyes lit up in happiness. "Nui Nui! Are you finally going to listen to me?"
Kazuki glared at him, his emerald eyes narrowing. "Don't call me 'Nui Nui'. It's weird and…what the hell is that robot-looking 'thing' in your hand?"
Tsubasa beamed at him, smiling that idiotic smile of his. "I wanted to show it to you! It's my latest invention!" he exclaimed excitedly, shoving the 'thing' into Kazuki's face. "I call it…Mr. Coffee Maker! Isn't it so cool? It can make you coffee! In fact, I made it just for you, because I noticed that you haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately! You're always tired and that's why you're so cranky! This coffee will make you forget all your worries!" Tsubasa rambled on and on, giving the grey-haired male a thumbs-up.
"Are you sure it's not just another bomb?" Kazuki asked, extremely blunt.
There was an awkward silence.
"…Um…That first time…That time was really just…,"Tsubasa lost his words, embarrassed.
"I'm joking, man. Thanks." Kazuki took the 'Mr. Coffee Maker' from the lavender-haired boy's hands, knowing that it would probably end in a disaster, but he didn't want to hurt Tsubasa's feelings. "You know…I never get enough sleep nowadays, so coffee would be really helpful…Even though I seriously appreciate the fact that Tsukiko makes it for me all the time, hers is not really the best thing I've ever tasted…"
Hayato laughed quietly.
"What? Did you call me, president?" Tsukiko's voice asked out of nowhere. She was now standing at the doorway, beside Hayato.
"Nope, nothing…It's nothing," Kazuki said nervously.
Tsukiko stared at Kazuki a while, but then she smiled. "Well, then. I'm going off to help Kanata and the others with work. See you guys later…Oh…and please don't talk about any weird stuff, president."
Something in Tsukiko's voice just then annoyed Kazuki. "I'm not," he protested defensively.
All three of them: Tsubasa, Hayato and Tsukiko giggled at Kazuki, who was frowning now.
I wonder how he noticed my sleepiness..., the grey-haired male thought to himself, while trying to figure out where Mr. Coffee Maker's 'ON' button was. Maybe I was just being too obvious… After a few minutes, he finally managed to find the 'ON' button. This looks dangerous…Maybe I should lie and tell him that I tried turning it on, but the batteries weren't-Wait, what the heck am I thinking? That's just stupid. What a terrible lie. "I'll just try this out. It's probably not that bad."
Kazuki finally decided to press the button and to his surprise, coffee actually came out of the robot, pouring down into his mug. His eyes widened. There was no way, right? Something which did what it was meant to, instead of exploding into Kazuki's face…was it really made by that moron?
"That's amazing," Kazuki chuckled to himself, but he spoke too soon, since - just at that moment - he realized that there was no 'OFF' button and now his mug was overflowing. "Shit! Why is there no 'OFF' button?!" he yelled at nobody in particular. He began twisting Mr. Coffee Maker around, as if expecting a magical button to pop out of nowhere. "Ugh…Why is it so damn hot?" Kazuki hadn't realized that he splashed loads of coffee on his uniform, until he tossed the robot to the ground and looked down at his clothes.
"What the hell? Stupid coffee ruining my uniform…and just when I-Ugh," he complained when touching the hot liquid - which was all around his stomach - as he took off his blazer and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Nui Nui!" exclaimed a cheerful, familiar voice from behind the grey-haired male.
Kazuki turned around, now half-naked, threateningly looking at the lavender-haired boy. "Tsu-ba-sa…," he growled in that menacing voice of his, a look of murderous intent on his face.
Tsubasa's big sky-blue eyes widened. "What happened to your shirt…?" he asked nervously. He was pretty sure the grey-haired male would start yelling at him any moment now, but to both of their surprises…
Kazuki simply sighed. "Now it's even hotter than before. Thanks a lot."
"You're wel-Um…I mean…," Tsubasa's voice trailed off. He fidgeted with his fingers, scratching his head fretfully. He looked up and found that Kazuki was walking toward him. Tsubasa flinched a little, expecting a punch in the face, but he unexpectedly felt a hand on his right shoulder.
"Hey…Your robot sucks," Kazuki bluntly stated.
"Um…I-I'm…sorry," Tsubasa stammered, now looking down at the coffee on Kazuki's stomach.
Kazuki could've sworn that he saw a light shade of pink creep on to the lavender-haired boy's cheeks, but decided to ignore it.