Hi again guys! :D
I'm sorry I haven't updated 'It's something about illnesses'. :c
But I did this instead.
See author's comments at the bottom for more stuff.
Happy reading!
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' . . . ' = character thinking

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whispering

Groose stood in the middle of his room, hands on his hips, debating whether to study for tomorrow's test, work or or just admire his pompadour.
He quickly ruled studying out of the question; why study when there are much more important things to do? He figured that if he worked out, he would sweat, sweat resulting in bathing, bathing resulting in a flat pompadour.

Turning in a complete 360 and making a beeline for his door mirror, he had decided that his reflection was much more important than anything else. He stood in front of his mirror and ran a hand up his perfectly sculpted red hair. Shifting his weight from right to left, he turned his head. Immediately he stopped. He leaned in to his mirror and pushed his face to the left, noticing a freckle on the side of his nose.

"There's no way a beaut like my face can have a blemish like this one." He pursed his lips, " 's probably a zit. Having that brat Link kick my ass on the day of the Wing Ceremony still stresses me out." He brought his two forefingers together at the skin where the freckle was, but before he could pop the 'zit' he heard a thump on the roof and a heavy pressure on his ceiling following soon after. He was now on the floor due to the impact.

"What the hell?" He furiously opened his door and walked outside. Looking around, he walked to the edge of the academy. Other than him being aggravated by the noise, Groose was actually curious about the invader. He turned around, just about to go back in when he spotted a crimson Loftwing on the roof.

"Link you ass! What are you doing on the roof? Specifically why the hell are you running into my ceiling!" Groose was making his way up to the roof, jumping and climbing and talking and stomping all at the same time.

Link was only half conscious on his Loftwing, his hands clutching its neck feathers. His Loftwind threw its head back, jolting Link back to reality. He looked around with wide eyes as he got off his Loftwing and sent it into the sky. He didn't know Groose was anywhere near him until he spun him around.

"Ah!" His blue eyes widened again as Groose started yelling at him,

"What the hell Link? How many times have you been told not to fly at night? You could have been killed!"

Truth be told, Groose cared deeply for Link, ever since the Wing Ceremony when he pushed through, Groose's teasing, the eggs and the pressure, and won the whole thing. He'd secretly been watching over him, making sure nothing ever happened to him, as if he were a mother duck. And after a while, he stopped just watching over him and caring for him; he realized he actually liked /i him. He'd never admit it, but if Link shared his feelings, it would make him very content with his life.

He looked into Link's trembling eyes. His words came out a lot more caring than he'd expected; his act was diminishing slowly. He let go of Link's shoulders and pushed him back a little, crossing his arms,

"I mean, jeez, if you wanna die that bad I coulda just pushed you off a cliff or something."

He turned and walked over to the indention in the roof, "Damn. You put a dent in my ceiling and everything."

He bent down to inspect the large misshapen place over his room. Link stood behind, thinking to himself. Suddenly he shot a hand out and tapped on Groose's shoulder,

"Groose, you . . . you won't tell the headmaster will you?" His pool blue eyes welled up, ". . .please?"

At this, Groose blushed furiously, thanking the Goddess it was night and that he was facing the other way.

'Damn he's adorable. . . '

He turned around and stood up, avoiding eye contact with the blonde. Instead of his eyes, he focased his attention on Link's windburnt lips. Although chapped in nature, they regained their healthy pink hue, tinted with Skyloft's night lights. Link knitted his eyebrows together in worry. His pink tongue darted out to wetten his lips, then his bottom lip was half gone as he bit down on it, impatiently waiting for an answer.

Groose swallowed and rolled his eyes, "FINE. But. . ." He leaned down to Link's eye level, "you owe me one."

Link blinked in confusion as Groose walked away.
At this time, Link didn't understand what exactly he was getting himself into.

Link hurried behind Groose and tapped him on the shoulder. Groose was muttering to himself, "I mean, I just don't know how to tell him, let alone if I should tell hi- ah shit!" He jumped and ran hand up his hair; it was a habit now.

"What now Link?" THAT one came out a little too angry on his part, it couldn't really be helped, it did kind of scare the crap out of him.

Link's hand shrank back as he looked down, "I . . .I just needed another favour. . ."
Groose closed his eyes and thought. He opened them again and smirked, "It'll cost you another favour for me."

Link's face brightened and Groose rolled his eyes, "What is it?"

Link avoided his eyes, "Do. . .you think you could cover me while I run to the bath? I've been out all night and I didn't get to take one this morning. . ."

Groose didn't answer. Instead he just opened the door and looked around. He turned back to Link, "There's no one in the hallway. If you run you can probably make it." He felt bad for being so rude earlier. He really did. His ego and stamina were low. Groose decided to go to bed.

He stepped in the doorway as Link stayed close behind. Heading to his own room, he thought of ways to spend his two favours Link owed him.

I promise I'll have the next chapter up tomorrow. Sexy times. ;7

Also, I'll be working on a Ganondorf/Link fic. So watch out for that~
Fun stuff.

Thanks for sticking with me though. School has kinda gotten in my way.
Reviews please! c:
PS. I am very sorry if me making Link a total complete uke freaks you out. I love him being like that. He's so adorable and squishy.
The next chapter will have him ever more uke-y-er.