It was a rather dull afternoon at school, the sun was shining lazily trough liquid windows, making his hair cast orange shadows on the wall.
The library is empty, because which kind of idiot would come to the library at a time like this? Well, exept for him of course, but he doesn't count.
He has nothing to do anyway and he kept the book already two weeks after the deadline, because Totsuka had the ridicolous idea it could help him in maths. The foolish optimist. Nothing could ever help him in maths.
After stuffing the useless book back in its shelf - it should get what it deserves for dealing with fucking analyses - Misaki turns to leave.
A muted gasp.
He freezed. Did he really just hear what he just hear? No way. No freaking idiot would come to the library at a time like this.
Another gasp, louder this time, and the rustling of cloth.
His face flashes as red as his hair. God, there's someone in here, two someones and they're -
Breathless panting, the sound of someone unbottoning a belt: "You seem absent. What is it?"
The hell he's going to stay here and listen to some bloody couple discussing their relationship while making out. He's on his way sneaking off to the door, when the boy speaks again. Misaki thinks he's heard his voice before, but isn't sure.
"You're thinking of this readhead again, aren't you?"
Suddenly he doesn't want to leave anymore. There aren't many pupils with red hair in this school. In fact, he only know's Mikoto-san. Exept for himself, of course.
What is the girl going to answer? He's straining his ears, taking silently a step closer to the bookshelf they're hidig themselfs behind.
"It doesn't matter whom I'm thinking of, does it?"
Misaki freezes.
Shit. This is bad. Fucking bad.
It's a male voice. Deep and calm and always a little bit bored, even considering the situation he's in.
But it isn't the worst thing, that's another boys voice. Not at all.
The real problem is, that's he knows this voice damn well. And the one it belongs to, would never ever hide in the library for snogging another guy. Hell, he wouldn't even do it for a girl.
"Not denying it then, Fushimi-kun?"
He hears the oher guy chuckle. Just when he remembers the question he paused before. His face burns.
It doesn't matter whom I'm thinking of.
Fuck yes, it does.
What kind of question was that?
Bloody hell, he thinks, storms to the door, pulling it open and slamming it behind him as loud as possible, but he can't slam it in front of his thoughts.
Saruhiko, not denying that he thinks about him, him, while kissing another man.
Saruhiko, panting and shivering and exhaused.
His mind gets blank and this is worse than everything that just happened.
