The ringing didn't stop no matter how much he begged in his sleep, and to one's notice, he didn't know where the ringing was coming from exactly until he opened his eyes to see the flashes of light that signified the fire drill. "Oh, shit." Duo Maxwell covered his ears to drown the noise as he swung his legs out from under the school desk, standing up; he'd been dozing a couple seconds ago, dreaming of the guy with cobalt blue eyes.
At the moment, students were filling out the door in their school uniforms of black and white; the basic white dress shirt and black pants or skirt. Duo's shirt, wrinkled and un-tucked, with black converses peeking out from his black slacks, articulated him as a non-serious individual, especially the chestnut brown hair that reached mid-back in a braid; which did get him teased here and there by the other guys. However, there was a single guy who never insulted Duo yet. Catching sight of the cobalt eyed loner from his desk, Duo noticed that this guy was actually hanging behind the group, waiting outside the door for whatever reason.
"Duo Maxwell, hurry up." Mr. Winner, the English teacher, called over the chatty teenagers from across the room at the doorway. Dressed in the baby blue dress shirt, black tie, and slacks, Mr. Winner came off as a professional, although it might've been the soft expression he gave to each individual student, with the baby face, that made Mr. Winner such a heart throb for the girls and boys; the blond hair and blue eyes might've taken part in that as well.
"It must be a practice drill, so go ahead and leave your stuff behind." He said as nicely as he could while watching the sleepy Duo. With that, holding the door open for Duo Maxwell, Mr. Winner checked off the other's name on the role onto a clip board, "We're heading to the soccer field, Duo. Oh, Heero?" he became aware that his top student had been waiting by the door, "Will you take Duo Maxwell with you to the field? I know you won't allow him to slip through your fingers."
"Hn." The Japanese boy with cobalt blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a sculpted body that would make any boy envious, replied. Swiftly, he grasped Duo's wrist, pulling him down the hallway while Mr. Winner locked up the classroom. Duo couldn't help but notice how crisp Heero Yuy looked; shirt tucked in, pressed pants... He might as well should have brought a bucket for his drool and douse the heat in his loins.
'What should I say? I really want to talk to him, but I'm afraid he'll say nothing like he does to everyone else!' Duo screamed in his head as his nerves prickled the muscle he called a heart. Politely, he asked the other, "Hey, may I," he hesitated, "use the restroom?" 'Shit, why did I go and ask that?'
Heero was thrown off by Duo's words immediately, but covered it up with a stony face, "Mr. Winner told me-"
Duo interrupted him, "Yeah, but come with me. I mean, as long as both of us go to the field in the end, then you've kept your word."