Title: Student Affairs.
Author: SYNdicate 930.
Summary: AU. One-shots centered around Aomine and Kise and their lives as university students living on campus. They're tired, stressed, sexually inquisitive, surrounded by odd peers, and, most importantly, finding themselves and each other.
Curtains.
He's at it again. Seated at his desk positioned snugly between his dresser and minuscule bed, Daiki's stream of concentration ripples sporadically at the view through his window. Behind his laptop screen, in the building across the side walk and untrimmed lawn, he sees the vague figure of a boy with blonde hair pacing about his dorm picking up clothes and books. From nights prior, Daiki has in his possession a handful of unintentional deductions from his time spent at his desk, capturing glances through the space of his white blinds.
For one thing, he's a complete slob; bending, straightening, bending, straightening, perpetually tidying his crammed dorm only to ruin the space the following day. Additionally, the flow of boys and girls through his door is minimal, if not completely stunted. He's a modest young man, with an apparent good heart. Daiki has passed him through the tunnels and halls across campus. Up close, he has a very nice face, and stature which competes with Daiki's one hundred and ninety-two centimeters, but build noticeably slimmer, though not at all brittle. But it's not like he means to pay him such an odd amount of attention. He is a stranger, just another student with high-hopes and levels of stress.
Returning to his paper, Daiki begins to edit his reference page, adding a chapter from his Introductory Physics textbook to the comprehensive and detailed list tiredly. It's due in a few days, and he's barely done anything about it up until just an hour ago. Life's a bitch, and there's too much to keep track of nowadays. It's killing him, but it's bearable. Kind of. "One more paragraph and a conclusion, and I'll be done." For now, until it's time to edit and format the essay tomorrow afternoon.
Reclining in his computer chair, he stretches his arm above his head and releases a prolonged yawn, eyes watering in the outer corners as he arches his back. Dropping his arms, he spins himself once before returning to his work. In the corner of his eye, beyond the horizon of his slim Mac laptop, he is offered the unknown glimpse of pale skin and damp blonde hair. His fingers come to a halt, and his eyes zone in. He must've just gotten back from the showers.
Daiki tries to readjust his stare, but his eyes refuse to budge, beguiled by the contour of growing muscles and seemingly untouched flesh. Does he realize the state of his blinds, or is this on purpose? Regardless, Daiki finds himself oggling the blonde, even going so far as to lean over his laptop and pry his close blinds just a tiny bit wider, for a better view. A pretty face is bound to come with such a nice body, he figures. It shouldn't be so surprising. The towel around his hips drops and, with a heated face, Daiki panics the moment he turns around, as if sensing something wrong. Daiki ducks, slamming his laptop shut, and leaving the gap between his blinds in place, and guilty.
Yeah, that's enough work for tonight. He still has three days before he has to hand in his paper, anyway.
