AN/AU school. Everyone is the same age, 16-17. Rate M :B

I die for you.

Chapter One.

"Agh," Aksel closed his eyes and yawned, he stretched his left arm behind his neck and then flopped his face against the desk, "How boring." He mumbled to himself. A hand being slammed down his desk made his spine straighten and his eyes widen.

"Aksel!"

His shoulder relaxed when he saw the source of his startling and immediately after, his eyes became droopy, "…What."

"The day is just starting!" a light husky voice exclaimed enthusiastically, it was a voice he was familiar with and beyond the bright rays of light that made his face blurry, Aksel didn't need to look at his long hair to address him properly.

"Jaaz-" He frowned, "Quieter."

"Right, right," Jazz nodded but then he groaned as he elevated a hand across his face to block out the blinding light, "What a sunny morning, I do hope the professor pulls the curtains down."

Aksel nodded and yawned again, he mindlessly stared down his classmate's shoes and once again, he banged his forehead against his desk. After keeping silent for a minute, he let out a mortified groan. His voice slurred by the wood that grazed against his mouth, "I…h…p..w…jst…d…"

"Can't hear you dickhead."

Aksel sighed and lifted his head, "I hope we just die."

Jazz snorted amusedly and reached down to slip his fingers through the fluffy bangs that still covered part of Aksel's face, sleeking them back to reveal an annoyed expression, "Why am I not surprised you are not a morning person."

In the dry coldness that morning brought and regardless the iridescent rays of sunlight coming from every window in their classroom, Aksel found himself wishing the playful caress lasted longer. He sighed disdainfully, "I have never been, the only thing that keeps me alive right now is the thought of lunch."

"Is that it?" Jazz' hand dropped to his side, his smile was bright yet his eyebrows remained characteristically frowning "what did you bring in your bento-box?"

"Today?" Aksel sighed lazily again and unbent his spine, he leisurely dragged his hands down his own pockets and with a chivalrous smile he placed a roll of securely packed Yens on top of his table along with several coins, "Options."

"Woah" Jazz leaned down and smirked, each ¥500 coin was still spotless and polished, almost as if they were new, "Did you seriously stole that much from your parents?" (Each ¥500 coin is approximately $4.50)

Aksel chuckled sarcastically, "You'd be surprised."

"No way." Jazz grabbed the tightly packed money and silently observed it, mesmerized when he realized each dollar bill wasn't worth less than ¥5,000 apiece (Approximately $45.00 USD each) "They will totally find out."

Aksel groaned in exhaustion and proceeded to stretch again, this time placing both his arms behind his neck, "Ugh, I… didn't steal from them," he grinned, "I was joking- they… my parents, kind of have that much."

"In no way in hell am I believing they consciously gave you that much."

"It's not like it's worth the same to them. Plus they didn't give it to me, before school I made a quick withdrawal from an ATM. That's why it's crammed that way."

"Personal account?"

"Indeed."

"Oh wow," Jazz blinked, "I see." He placed the pack that was bounded with rubber bands on top of Aksel's hand and winked, "Then keep it to yourself if you know what I mean."

"What?" Aksel asked clueless.

Jazz sighed and leaned down to whisper, "Don't go inviting people here and there," He pointed at Kai, who was laughing loudly with some of their classmates near the classroom's board "people will start seeing you as some kind of coinage house."

"Ooh," Aksel nodded, "I get it but you are having lunch with me today, my treat."

"Hell no," Jazz straightened, he bended his arms across his chest "Didn't you hear what I just say?"

"Well I know you wouldn't." His smile was genuine, somehow the sleepiness was off.

Jazz sighed, "Thanks but I... brought my own money."

"Hm," Aksel placed a cheek on his hand, "I know but I figured you could eat something better."

"Uh... better?" Jazz questioned, "What do you mean?"

Aksel smirked and then shrugged, "It's just that I've seen you buy from vending machines."

Jazz relaxed and sighed, "You say that as if that was a bad thing. If I let you invite me then a vending machine will also be the best option, but uhm..." he hesitated stubbornly, "Yato sells bento-boxes outside the homerooms."

Aksel smiled and saved the money back on his left pocket "Sounds like a plan."

Jazz frowned, "…Where?" Aksel couldn't dismiss the pink blush that painted the tinier boy's cheeks.

"Outside the calligraphy-club's room. We can part from there and look out for Yato together. I told you it's on me so you just go."

Jazz nodded, "Uh… but we are not eating outside the classroom." His eyebrows creased, "I warn you beforehand."

Aksel groaned, "I was hoping you'd be more daring, high-schools in my country have cafeterias and halls meant for that," he grinned nonchalantly, "I am not used to eat inside the classrooms yet."

"Well… You have to try."

Aksel pursed his lips "Alright. I wasn't prone for a detention anyways…"

Jazz raised an eyebrow "It's not like we don't have plenty of time outside."

Aksel's smile became enthusiastic again, "Then can we also spend break-time together? Can you come to the roof with me?"

"Roof is not a good id-" he looked down at Aksel's pleading eyes, his cheeks blushed "Alright yes."

"Cool!" he beamed, "then I see you outside calligraphy's room at one. I'll make sure we eat together, even if we eat in the very corner of the classroom and when we get our time outside, you are coming to the roof with me."

"We can totally do that." Jazz smiled.

"Alright then."

Jazz' cheeks wouldn't stop burning yet his expression imitated coolness, "See you then… Uh…" he scratched the back of his neck. "One last thing."

"Hm?"

"What exactly do you usually have for lunch? You never bring bento-boxes as well. I either bring prepared konbini-cartons or before entering school, I buy early from the nearest vending machine."

"Kon-beah-nee cartons" Aksel stuttered, "What the hell is that."

"Konbini-cartons" Jazz scowled, "They are bento-boxes or pre-cooked food purchased from convenient stores."

"Ooh," Aksel nodded, "I see. But they do come sealed right?"

"…Yes. It is nothing strange actually. Not everyone has parents that want to cook for them."

"Mmm" Aksel hummed lightheartedly "…I see."

"… And well? You didn't answer my question."

"Oh yes," Aksel chuckled as he slapped the crown of his head "I do have normal lunch in here. I have chefs in my house that prepare my lunchbox."

"Lunchbox, is that how you call them?"

Aksel nodded as he explained, "it's my country's version of a bento-box. How come you never noticed that I do bring my own lunch like everyone else? Shouldn't that give you the same impression?"

"hm?"

"That I bring to school something like a bento-box just that I eat from several tupperware and carry them in a messenger's bag?" Aksel scratched his forehead, "It's almost the same isn't it?"

Jazz nodded, "You are right, maybe I just never paid attention."

"Yeah."

"But," Jazz' gaze trailed slightly away, "Why did you bring money if convenient stores or vending machines were not in your options?"

Aksel grinned, "Simple, I forgot … that we don't have a cafeteria."

"Meaning you didn't bring your lunchbox today?"

"I did bring it."

Jazz' hands fisted, the question rolled off his tongue "Then why would you change that even for today?"

"…Huh?"

"Why would you exchange eating from your chef to eat from a bento-box that someone else made at home? You will buy a bento from Yato after all. It doesn't make sense."

"Well, you wouldn't have accepted it otherwise…" Aksel reclined on his desk, he shrugged with a serene expression, "It isn't for me. Though I will eat that too, I just wanted to invite you to eat."

"Huh?"

"I'm courting you."

Jazz suddenly felt dizzy, he shook his head and frowned, he was pretty sure they had to be the most mindless butterflies inside his stomach, because obviously, Aksel couldn't be serious "That is ridiculous."

"Hm." Aksel smiled, "See you at one…" Pretty.

Jazz nodded and silently left to take his seat at the front rows.

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AN/ Japanese eat in their classrooms and they are given time to properly make digestion and then the school allows them to go outside. There is no cafeteria so they bring their own lunch.

There won't be no prologue/epilogue.