Hello! I finally came up with an idea for a new story, and here it is! I believe "Danshi..." is one of the best comedies ever, so I decided to give it a try and write drabbles connected to the "Danshi..." universe. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing.

I hope these won't disappoint you. Read, enjoy and review :)

HIGH SCHOOL BOYS AND MORNINGS

The tension in the house was unbearable and the silence heavy. Not a single word was spoken between Hidenori and his brother. They sat at the opposite ends of the table in the room and eyed each other carefully, defiantly.

Yuusuke narrowed his eyes, patting his fingers on the table top. Hidenori's right eye twitched, which had a rather comical effect, nevertheless his brother didn't say a thing.

The situation was too serious for jokes.

On one hand, Hidenori thought, he's older, so I should just let him do it.

The boy looked at his brother and quickly dismissed the thought.

On the other hand, if I'm younger, I need it more.

Hidenori narrowed his eyes. He needed to find the perfect time to attack, not too soon, but not too late; definitely before Yuusuke.

It was a duel between the two and they were going to fight as if their lives depended on it.

The battle was mental – neither of the boys wanted to strike quickly while there was a chance of breaking down the other. The battle of will, waiting for the other to give up – that was it, time and sacrifices didn't matter.

Yuusuke made a little move with his hand and Hidenori instantly straightened up, tensing.

Is he testing me?, he thought and slightly moved his left hand, smirking inwardly as Yuusuke gulped, watching the action.

The little acts continued for a couple of awfully long and silent minutes. The tension grew even more and Hidenori soon found himself sweating from nervousness.

How long will it keep going?, the boy thought, eyeing another movement that his brother did. I'm already tired from all this, the tension kills me, but I can't quit. It's become a matter of pride before we realized it.

There's no way back now, I'm sure he knows it too.

He looked up to see Yuusuke staring at him intently. His glare hardened as he saw Hidenori looking at him the exact same way. The duel was finally about to come to its end.

Now, it all depended on one move – fast and swift. The quicker and more precise attack would define the winner and both Hidenori and Yuusuke were aware of it.

"Aren't you going to be late for school?" their father asked casually, picking up the last bit of meat for breakfast and eating it.

Hidenori and Yuusuke turned to him simultaneously, chopsticks in their hands shaking as they watched their father in horror.

The fight was over and he was the winner.

HIGH SCHOOL BOYS AND HASTE

It's not good to be reminded of homework five minutes before the lessons start. Even if it's just one equation in mathematics, you start to panic, your heart beats twice as fast, your hands shake and it's ten times easier for something bad to happen.

That was what happened to Yoshitake.

He, Hidenori and Tadakuni were sitting at the top of the stairs outside their school. It was raining earlier and puddles were still everywhere.

There were just five minutes to the first lesson and Yoshitake was hurriedly writing down numbers in his notebook.

"We had so much time to do that," Tadakuni commented, "and yet we're sitting here watching you do it now."

"I forgot," Yoshitake talked back and grabbed his textbook to mark his answers. "Oh no!" he shouted as he marked the wrong one.

He put his pencil aside and took an eraser and started furiously wiping off his answer.

"Don't panic too much," Hidenori said just in time to see the page of the book rip with a loud sound.

Yoshitake stared at the page, the eraser still in his hand. Both Tadakuni and Hidenori fell silent instantly and looked at their friend.

"Yah!" the blonde screamed, throwing the book away.

To the three friends' utter horror, it landed directly in one of the nearby puddles, splashing the dirty water everywhere, including the boys' clothes.

"It's nothing bad, really," Hidenori spoke calmly, trying to talk some sense into his friend, because seriously, the way Yoshitake shook and how his eyebrow twitched couldn't mean anything good. "It's just a textbook, you don't even need to buy a new one, just make copies of mine or Tadakuni's whenever you need, hm? No need to get angry, really-"

Yoshitake didn't let him finish as he stood up abruptly with an inhuman shriek. He looked up to the sky with eyes opened wide, but quickly shifted his gaze to his feet, soon followed by Tadakuni and Hidenori, in time to see how the blonde accidentally knocked over his bag and how beautifully it went down the whole flight of stairs.

The boys didn't even have any more will to comment on that and watched the bag bounce on every single stair until it reached the bottom. The blank expressions on their faces didn't change the slightest bit even when friends realized that Yoshitake's bag was open all this time and now his pencils, books and notebooks were everywhere, along with his freshly broken phone.

Then, the moment the bag touched the solid ground, three coins rolled outside of it and magically all ended up in the nearby sewer drain.

Yoshitake blinked.

"My lunch," he stated indifferently.

He turned back to Tadakuni and Hidenori with a soft smile, one that people in movies have before they die heroically, reconciled to their fate. They smiled back, a bit nervously, beginning to feel uncomfortable in their wet uniforms. And then, the bell rang.

HIGH SCHOOL BOYS AND CATS

Tadakuni, Hidenori and Yoshitake were on their way back from school when they saw it.

A tiny, black, curled up form that lifted its head to reveal pointed ears and sleepy eyes of a cat, blocking their way.

"It's a cat," Yoshitake stated dumbly as the three of them stared at the furry animal.

"It's a cat," Hidenori repeated, while Tadakuni only casted them an I've-got-stupid-friends glance and looked back at the cat.

"Somebody might be looking for him," he said finally, but his friends were already crouching next to the cat and cooing at it.

Tadakuni sighed, loud enough for the other two to hear, but ended up ignored. However, suddenly Yoshitake turned to him, his eyes shining.

"Do you think it's Luna?" he asked, excited.

Tadakuni furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but Hidenori's glasses flashed in comprehension ad he turned to his blonde friend.

"Do you think Luna chose you for a Sailor Moon?" he asked and his eyes shone too. "Can I be Sailor Mars then?"

Yoshitake, who instantly felt the dignity, responsibility and superiority of Sailor Moon, checked his friend from head to toes before giving a light nod, acknowledging Hidenori as powerful Sailor Mars.

Tadakuni frowned in disbelief, when his two crazy friends suddenly turned to him again.

"You can be Sailor Mercury," Hidenori said casually, earning only a surprised "Eh?" from his black haired friend.

"Or maybe you want to be my Tuxedo?" Yoshitake added innocently, trying to act cute, but earning a horrified "Eh?!" from Tadakuni and even a step back.

Yoshitake and Hidenori sighed at his reaction and forgot about his existence completely. Tadakuni rolled his eyes as his friends started discussing things they should do in order to become real Sailor Moon and Sailor Mars.

"Most of all, we should look like them," Hidenori stated and Yoshitake nodded eagerly.

Tadakuni observed the two as they pointed out what to do to resemble Sailor Moon. He merely looked up to the sky hearing about longer hair, high heels and magic wands along with gold tiaras. He watched as they took off their jackets to tie them around their waists in an attempt to create skirts, which failed miserably.

"It's not right," Hidenori sighed.

"It looks like an apron," Yoshitake muttered.

Then, Hidenori's eyes lighted up.

"Should we take off our trousers?"

Both Tadakuni and Yoshitake immediately turned to him, the first with horror, the latter with eyes shining with exhilaration. The soon-to-be Sailor Moon engaged themselves in their transformation, sliding their pants down happily.

They failed to notice Tadakuni stepping away from them and talking to a young woman who appeared out of nowhere desperately looking for her cat. The two still chatted excitedly, throwing their clothes away as their friend handed the cat to the woman.

She seemed to look at them in a weird way, pretty much like the rest of people in the street.

HIGH SCHOOL BOYS AND LITERARY GIRL

Yassan felt like it was some déjà vu. She was sitting comfortably in the grass by the riverbank, only mere meters from him. The brown haired boy with glasses, around her age. She didn't know his name, but she recognized his uniform as the one from Sanada North High School.

"The wind… is troubled today," he spoke suddenly, looking straight ahead.

Yassan heard those words once, the very first time they met. She stared at the back of the boy, hoping that this time their moment wouldn't be interrupted. Her heart picked up a faster pace and she smiled to herself, hugging her knees, before she replied:

"But this wind is weeping just a little."

Barely had she finished her line when the boy turned to her. She was so surprised that she almost jumped, but she also finally had a chance to really see his face. He was handsome, and that thought alone made her blush; even more as she noticed how intently he was looking at her.

She got shy under his gaze and tightened the grip around her legs, but didn't look away. She wondered if his heart pounded as loudly as her did.

The wind messed their hair as she waited for him to speak.

"It seems as though the wind blew something unpleasant into town," he said finally and Yassan blinked in confusion – the last time those words weren't spoken by him – but she didn't have time to think about it.

The boy suddenly stood up and walked up to her, but it were his next words that struck her the most.

"Let's run away from it together."

Her eyes widened and her mind barely registered that she took the offered hand, soft and warm, and let him pull her up. Their fingers remained entwined and when his left hand rested on her cheek, Yassan realized just how close to each other they were at the moment.

They barely knew each other and her heart was beating so fast she thought it'd burst. She was nervous, but also intrigued and overwhelmed with multiple new feelings that flooded her. She couldn't turn away from him, seeing same emotions swirling in his dark, alluring orbs. She was more than willing, but a bit scared too.

She held her breath as the boy inched closer. She felt her eyes flutter shut and she leaned in, but the expected touch never came.

Yassan opened her eyes only to see a darkening sky and after a closer inspection she found out she was laying by the riverbank. She sat up quickly, but the boy was nowhere in sight. She stifled a yawn and suddenly understood it.

"I see," she said to herself quietly, "I fell asleep."

She sighed and her gaze shifted to the water. She observed how the last rays of sun reflected on its surface and let her thoughts wander to a certain brown haired boy with glasses.

HIGH SCHOOL BOYS AND REFLECTIONS

Tadakuni looked one last time at the words before he put his pen aside and stretched his arms. He hummed a tune, pleased with himself, and switched the light off. Leaving his diary on the desk, Tadakuni crossed his room and finally went to bed, ready to sleep now that his day was summed up in the notebook.

2nd July, Tuesday

Nothing.

Nothing.

I saw my hand tonight.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Btw, the last one is my brother's weird mind. I don't know what to say about it. I don't know what I wrote. lol.