"I. Hate. Superheroes"
Murata looked up. Algebra homework could wait when Wolfram had interesting things to say about their mutual super-powered friend.
Wolfram licked his lips angrily, finding something at fault, though Murata in all his Dean's list wisdom could not figure out what. Wolfram's lips looked as lovely as ever, and Yuuri was always so very careful around people.
"We go out for years, we room together, damn near swear undying loyalty to each other, and he wakes me up one morning to tell me he's the King of Vampires. And then he lets me smell his "tomato juice". And like that wasn't insulting enough, he tells me you knew about this since... Whatever, not important"
Murata was used to Wolfram ranting, and it was almost de rigueur for him to begin with the first time he was told about Yuuri's secret. Yuuri definitely knew how to pick life partners; since Wolfram had been informed that his lover was basically royalty with really cool powers trying to balance vampires' bloodlust with the increasing human population, all Wolfram had done since was bitch about the fact.
Somehow, Wolfram found bumbling incompetent wimp-Yuuri more attractive than uber-cool King of Darkness, His Majesty Shibuya.
Not that Shibuya's become any less of a wimp around Wolfram.
"He almost gets himself killed stopping some idiot from attacking a taxi driver, then collapses into bed without changing his bloody clothes. And he wanted pity sex in the morning, like hell I was going to sleep with anybody who smelled like an abattoir, so he wimps out and apologises and goes to wash the dishes. And you know what that wimp did, when I thought that maybe a good morning kiss wasn't entirely out of the question?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure you'll tell me"
At least college life was never boring. With friends like these, Murata couldn't make enemies even if he wanted to.
"He goes at me like some sex-starved pervert, kisses me silly, then cuts my lip on his stupid fangs! We're supposed to cook curry today! The entire evening session is on Indian cuisine! My lips are going to burn the whole day from the cayenne and stuff! I could just tell he sneaked a taste, the cheating vampire! And when I try to scold him for being so clumsy, he had to go and pout, and say sorry and look like he would cry, no trace of manly pride at all, I couldn't even shout at him properly"
Wolfram growled, slamming his pencil case shut. Study hall was over in a few minutes, and Yuuri was hidden on the rooftop sucking on raw beef.
Probably crying to himself. God forbid he gets any of that mess on Wolfram.
"Next time he goes off suddenly to save someone, I'm following him. The wimp being the wimp, he probably tried politely saying 'cease and desist please' to the attacker."
Actually, he says stop, and if they don't listen, he throws them through walls.
"I'll hit them both, they'll both say sorry, and I won't get annoyed at night when I'm trying to finish my homework. He's lucky I love him so much; who else could stand the wimpiness?"
Almost the entire vampiric nation?
Wolfram sighed before he stood up, slinging his bag onto his shoulder.
"See you later Murata, I'm going to look for him. Yuuri didn't actually tell me if he got hurt yesterday. The idiot"
Wolfram snorted and was gone, Murata now alone nibbling on his pen. Last week's rant was about Yuuri being unusually interested in Wolfram's butchery classes, and the week before that was because Yuuri had "been giving that annoying Sara-something his hungry look"
Sometimes Murata really couldn't understand why Yuuri was so thoroughly in love with Wolfram; yeah, the blond was drop dead gorgeous, but there were drop un-dead gorgeous vampires throwing themselves at him too. None of them had Wolfram's temper or cutting mouth.
Then Murata would realise that Wolfram would beat the daylights out of anyone who threatened his Yuuri, never mind that the average vampire could kill him with the flick of a wrist, and that Wolfram was the only one except for him that didn't fear Yuuri at all.
And Wolfram had the dubious honour of being the only person in the entire world who loved a crime-fighting monarch of the undead less than the easily-flustered student who took Mass Communication because "I like talking to people"
Wolfram, Wolfram, you lie through your teeth. You don't hate your superhero at all, do you?
A/N: Prompt was super hero! I cut my lip the day I saw the prompt, and this is what you get. Would you even be able to imagine what would happen if I broke a leg? XD Second part up soon, and dear, anonymous tigersilver, here's a spunky little tiramisu-taste-a-like for you. Chocolate fudge and strawberries are on my hard drive as is, spur me on, yes?
Tentative release for YSTS is a week. Yes, mates, a week. Do be strong, heh
Oh, and xeohe? I can see you! (waves)
