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Title: I: Affection

Pairing: AkiraxHazuki, friendship

Rated: K for fluff and reference to feminine products.

I: Affection

He had given them an allotted time to eat, dammit! So why was that girl still eating?

"Want some, Merun-chan?" the girl in question asked suddenly, fishing some cake in a Tupperware container out from the inside of her sleeve.

"O-okay," Hinasaki Meru managed, pinching a piece with her fingers. Akira coughed pointedly and glared at her. "Haven't you already eaten, Akifuji-san?"

"Hrmm?" She swallowed the cake with some difficulty. "... Yeah?"

"Yes," he corrected her through gritted teeth. God knows why she spoke in yanki slang.

"No need to say yes to me, Kira-nee," she grinned maliciously, showing off that accursed fang of hers.

"Can you put that away, Akifuji-san?" Akira asked, trying to regain his composure.

"No."

He hadn't expected her to say 'no' flat out. What was he supposed to say to this?

He stared pointedly at Meru, trying to get her to convince her best friend to be reasonable, but she had gotten out a book and was reading it upside-down, face red without her reading glasses on.

"Put it away." Direct order would work?

"No."

"Now."

"No."

What was wrong with this girl? Was she PMSing? He got up and snatched it away. "There. Now will you listen?"

"C –!!"

Hazuki – hang on, Akifuji-san – stared at him in horror, at a loss for words. "C-Cake-chan! You kidnapper! Cradle-snatcher!"

"I'll give it back to you when we've finished discussing budget!" he barked at her, feeling a bit pre-menstrual himself. Not that he had even had cycle, in case you haven't noticed the fact that he's a boy.

He should have noticed the plotting in her eyes, but he didn't – instead, he let her sit and sulk in her chair while he and Meru made a vain attempt at a meeting. When the bell rang, Hazuki got up off the floor where she had been playing with the strap of Akira's bag, and gave him a sunny smile. "Bye, Kira-nee!"

He gave her a halfhearted wave back, glad she seemed to have recovered remarkably fast. Meru seemed to linger longer though, piling all her papers back into her binder and fidgeting with her interlocked fingers.

"Something wrong, Hinasaki-san?" Akira inquired, getting up. She jerked her head up, blushing furiously again for some reason. "U-uh, no! No."

He smoothed over his concerned look – Meru looked like she was having an internal struggle with herself – and walked out the door. He was halfway down the hall before he tripped.

Normally, he didn't trip (that was more Meru's thing), but he supposed it was just a sad twist of fate... but then his bag upturned and out spilled several tampons.

Hazuki, on the far side of the wall, burst out laughing. Clearly he had found his culprit, but he was too busy blushing furiously to do anything about it.

SHE IS DEAD. SHE IS GOING TO DIE, GOD DAMMIT, AND ANYONE WHO DOESN'T THINK SO CAN JUST GO TO HE –

"Hazu-chan, have you seen my tampons – OH." Meru suddenly froze mid-sentence and broke out into a sweat. "Oh, er, Kamishiro-kun..."

"Would you like to pick those up, Hinasaki-san?" Akira said awkwardly, shooting the whole group of students an icy glare.

Screw Hazuki. He'd hang them all by the rafters until their faces turned purple.

*

"Kamishiro-kun?" a voice said meekly, barely heard over the sound of the fire crackling in the student council room. It was after school.

"Hinasaki-san?" Akira said cautiously, turning around in his chair.

"Ca-can I sit down?" she said meekly, blushing furiously again. She seemed to go red for the oddest reasons... but then again, she was probably just relieving the whole scene.

"Go right ahead," he said, trying to smile, but he was pretty sure it came out as more of a leer because she shuddered. "Um... are you over that whole thing with the tampons yet – O-OH, I GUESS NOT," she said hastily as a dark aura began to pour off him in sheets. "Well, I just kind of wanted to talk to you for a minute."

He looked up at her, puzzled. Her wanting to have some kind of in-depth serious talk was just about as likely to happen as if she started spouting philosophy or being able to find Korea on a map. "Alright?"

She smiled warmly – and for a minute, he felt his stomach flip-flop. "You know, Hazu-chan... is a really good person, and she really loves people. But she often has a weird way of showing it."

"Oh?"

"W-well, in elementary school, she used to tease me a lot. She'd often tell people stuff about me that wasn't necessarily true..."

"You mean... she'd spread rumors about you?" That little twerp was going to die.

"No..." she looked thoughtful. "Well, I got a bunch of people asking me if I really was a magical girl who fought aliens for truth and justice in my spare time."

Akira choked on his tea.

"But... really... for Hazuki, playing tricks is how she shows affection."

*

"Um... Akira-kun?"

"Yes, Hinasaki-sa – oh, it's you." Akira tried his best to keep the snarl out of his voice and keep himself appearing emotionless.

Hazuki blinked for a minute – he supposed she hadn't been on the receiving end of his anger yet – but then seemed to shrug it off. "So you are PMSing, huh..."

"Don't be stupid."

"It wasn't me!" there was such realistic defense in her voice that, for a minute, he was almost positive she didn't.

"Well then, who did?" he said frostily.

She seemed to think for a minute. "Kizuha."

"Gesundheit."

"No, Kizuha!" there was ultimate conviction in her voice. "Don't tell me you don't know her?"

"Enlighten me," he said sarcastically, but, seemingly unaware of it, she ploughed on. "She's this girl."

"Who goes to our school?"

"... Well, no. She doesn't go to school."

"Well! A truant!"

"Mmmm... indeed."

There was silence then. Hang on... how the hell was that possible? Silence was not allowed in Hazuki's presence! He had never seen that girl shut up once!

"Akira-kun?" He stiffened. When she acknowledged his gender, she must be serious. "Y-yes, Akifuji-san?"

"I'm sorry."

He turned around and stared at Hazuki, who was looking extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable. "It's just... I was..."

He tilted his head to the side.

"Well, I was mad that you took my cake."

"... what?"

"My cake! I was mad that you took i – "

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME – THIS WAS ALL OVER CAKE?! – YOU HORRIBLE, EVIL LITTLE...."

"Pfft! Merun-chan, Akira's going tsundere on us!" Hazuki suddenly tackled him violently. "OW, GET OFF – I AM NOT –"

"Haha, he's spazzing!" Merun, appearing out of nowhere, giggled from behind her hand. "Hazu-nin, get off him, you're suffocating..."

"NOT UNTIL HE GIVES ME MY CAKE BACK."