Just Being Hotaru
By: Krizzie
Disclaimer: I don't own GA
A/N: Hey. I'm back in the GA Fandom… for a while. This is an NxH drabble. If you've got a problem with that, kindly hit the back button. Thank you. :D
Hotaru Imai was being unusually perceptive today, Natsume told himself, hunched back casually over his seat. She had been looking over her shoulder to glare at him at every ten-minute interval, and Natsume didn't even think he had done something that could merit him such attention.
"What's up with her?"
Natsume shrugged and looked over where Ruka was once again petting that rabbit of his. Natsume had long since wanted to tell him that it kind of clashed with their supposed-to-be cool physique, but Ruka seemed to be carrying the image well. That, and Natsume wasn't sure how his friend would react if he found himself petting rabbit stew.
He turned his head just in time to be nose-to-nose with the previous subject of his attentions.
"What do you want, Imai?" he asked, looking unperturbed, but the irritated frown on his face showed his disturbance at not being able to notice her sneaking up on him.
He got uneasy when she started giving him a look. She had given him only a small number of looks during their short stay here in Alice Academy, but he could say confidently that sexy and assertive just wasn't one of them.
"I'm pretty, you're pretty," Natsume's eyes widened a fraction as Hotaru leaned in closer. "Let's date."
Oh hell, the world's coming to an end, was Natsume's final thought as the hand supporting his head gave away and his face collided with his desk.
A/N: I am so booooored.