I got inspiration for this while being forced to listen to Busted's 'What I Go to School for'. Awful song, in my view, but still... an idea is an idea.

What He Goes to School for

Pale skin. Big, enigmatic eyes. The man in front of Light Yagami bit his lip in a decidedly innocent way, and he tipped his head to the side.

'Well?'

Light's cheeks turned a pallid pink. 'I-it was an accident, I promise.'

Lawliet-sensei turned to the deflated cake that Light stood over, and shook his head sadly, yet smiled. 'Do you think the poor pastry deserved to die, Yagami-kun?'

'Gomen, Lawliet-sensei, I kind of confused the amounts of sugar and flour with each other.'

'Do not worry yourself over it, Yagami-kun. You excel in other subjects- it makes sense that you would lack in a less academic class.'

Light looked helplessly at his Cookery teacher. 'I really did try this time around, sensei. Please, can I try again?' Lawliet-sensei raised his eyebrows in surprise. Light Yagami was the only student in his year who had requested to re-do the class six times. Any other student would've gotten the picture and given it up, but Lawliet had to hand it to the boy- he was determined. But why? He'd never seen a male student so eager to please in such an effeminate subject. He must have some kind of reason...

And boy did Light have a reason.

'I suppose. Never say never...' Lawliet decided, and turned away, exasperated. He had to admit it, Light was a nice, bright kid. He tried hard at everything, and the only reason he took the class so diligently was probably because it was the most challenging class.

Well, that's what Lawliet thought, anyway.

But he was wrong. Very wrong.

Light hated cooking. He hated it more than any other subject. It was just plain annoying. He knew the basics, and the fancy parts of it didn't interest him. Oh no, the subject was the last reason he attended it.

The reason he attended it was the teacher.

Ryuzaki 'L' Lawliet. Mysterious, pale-skinned, with huge eyes rimmed with dark circles so deep they looked like they'd been purposely drawn on with eyeliner. A precious, rare smile now and then, which you would always appreciate. A witty man, with a one way monotonic attitude to everything- nevertheless he was always quick on the mark. In Light's eyes, he was wasted on Home Economics. He was a very intelligent man, and Light had had a thing for him since he first started attending the school (forgot the name, it wasn't important). Ever since he'd first walked into the Main Hall for a welcoming ceremony, and saw all of the teachers lined up, it had been Lawliet-sensei that had caught his eye with his relaxed slouch and his eyes in the midst of an intent staring match with the tiled floor. Light fondly remembered when the teacher had finally looked up, it was Light's eyes he locked with- in the whole room; it had been him, Light. Yeah, Lawliet-sensei had bent him bad- the Light Yagami in eighth grade enjoyed the attention he was given from girls. The Light Yagami in ninth grade, however, pawned for the attention of a certain male teacher. Whenever he thought about Lawliet-sensei, only one thought circulated in his head- You are the one who turned me gay. So why not notice me once in a while, DAMMIT?! And this thought irritated him- all this stress, caused from wanting to get into an older man's pants. He was in tenth grade now, how long until he finally grew up? Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Still, he wasn't that secretive about it, was he? In fact, Light thought that he'd been god-damned obvious about his affections. The way he reacted to him every time Lawliet had talked to him, the way he always stared intently at the teacher and when Lawliet had returned the look and they would lock eyes for less than a second, Light was always the one to instinctively look away first (which was irritating, because Light liked the idea of being able to have a non-blinking match with his sensei), and how he'd always fidget and fiddle with things every time someone talked about the man. How long until the man addressed him about it? Light knew he wouldn't return his feelings, but it would be interesting for him to at least notice.

I don't like writing long chapters, mainly because I'm a lazy biatch. I'm afraid I'm like that with everything I write, so either accept me for what I am (namely a lazy biatch) or I recommend you wait until I'm skilled enough to write longer chapters.

See y'all later