Takahashi Misaki was in serious trouble, Usagi had pounced him and now he was seriously late to class. Disheveled, he ran to class and slammed the door open, simultaneously apologising to Kamijou- sensei.
"Takahashi," Kamijou yelled, "You've been late five days in a row now, see me in my office after school," before hitting Misaki in the face with a piece of chalk. Misaki's stomach twisted, he was planning on picking up a new manga that had been recommended to him by Todou and Usagi was almost definately going to blow up the microwave. Again. If he didn't get home in time.
Misaki sat through all his lectures, feeling more and more apprehensive by the minute.
Right after his last class he texted Usagi, telling him that he'd been called after school.
He texted back saying that he could still pick him up.
Apprehensively, Misaki walked down to the professor's office, his gut twisting at what the professor would say.
He was about to knock on the door when he heard of shout, "Bakahiko!"
He flinched, but bravely knocked on the door. A harried looking Kamijou- sensei answered. "Takahashi- kun, please come in, and don't mind the idiot, his visit was unplanned.
Misaki stepped unside and noticed Usagi, "Usagi- san," he exclamed.
"Misaki," the older man said, walking over to ruffle, the brunette's hair.
"You know Kamijou- sensei?" Misaki asked in awe. All the while Hiroki stood wide eyed at Misaki and Usagi's exchange.
"Hiroki and I are very good friends," Usagi replied. "Though, sometimes, it feels like I'm one of his students, when he throws books at my head."
Both Misaki and Hiroki turned red. Maybe, finally, Kamijou- sensei would go easy on Misaki.
I started this then I forgot about it until today. It's not very good, but I hope it'll entertain you.