Ch 1
Haru is one of only a few that arrive too early to class, but it gives him time to finally have lunch, having been caught up in all that ungodly first day havoc and spending most of his time searching for his map of the campus, in his backpack that's over flowing with every other useless leaflet except his fucking map. He strategically chooses a seat far away from the four other people in the auditorium sized room, and begins munching away on his meal in silence waiting for class to begin.
People finally start to come in one by one as it gets closer to the actual start time. The professor walks in a grand total of a minute before class is scheduled to start, and Haru frowns at her obvious lack of eagerness for the start of the new year. She dilly-dallies with some excuse that she's waiting to give the others more time to find the room.
Haru pulls out his notebook, but can't find his pencil anywhere in his bag (obviously on a Honeymoon with the map). He sighs and looks around the room. Today is just going to be introductions and going over the syllabus. But it's always helpful, as Haru has learned in the past, to write down exactly what the professor expects of him. Dejected and annoyed, Haru pulls out his phone to take notes electronically - something he's just learned his phone can even do (thanks, new roommate Rin)
He taps away to open up the notes app and sets it down, checking the time. They were already five minutes late starting, but the professor, apparently known as the sweetest in the art department, says she wants to wait another five minutes.
Watching the seconds dribble by does absolutely nothing for his already dying excitement for the semester. He closes his eyes, willing time to move faster - but all he gets for his prayers is the suffering creak of the seat next to him.
Haru opens his eyes to see a man with bright pink hair blowing a piece of bubblegum a distressingly similar colour. It pops and Haru watches the man open his mouth in a way that probably shouldn't be so lewd (but judging by the tightness of his pants, it might be his intention) and lick away the gum.
Haru resorts to rolling his eyes and looks straight ahead at Professor-who-thinks-it's-okay-to-start-class-ten-minutes-late. She talks and introduces herself (Himura-sensei) as the guy next to Haru loudly removes his supplies. But when he takes a case full of pens and pencils (that looks more suited to grade school rather than a university art school, but still) Haru can't resist.
"Can I borrow one of those, please?" he asks, fighting the urge to glance a way in the hopes that a determined stare might get his point across better than his almost-whispered words, and points to the case
The guy just smiles and digs through his case as if the one pen on top isn't good enough. He pulls out a pink camouflaged pencil and hands it to Haru.
"Thank you," Haru is just relieved to be able to take notes the old fashioned way, whatever kind of medium it may be, and his neighbour looks a little confused that Haru hasn't taken any offence, but then smirks, like he's won anyway.
Mister Bubblegum sighs, "It's always the pretty ones who are ditzy."
Haru shifts from a polite straight face into a sudden glare.
Mister Bubblegum is unaffected, or at least pretending to be twirling his pen in his hand and scribbling in his notebook. Haru follows suit, side eyeing the other boy throughout the class period. Just what is with him?
They're otherwise silent during class, but Kisumi keeps a silent vigil over this bristling little thing next to him. He's like a cat with the way he twitches in irritation, flexes his delicate artist's knuckles on the desk like he wants to scratch, and is about one step away from curling up and napping if his bleary eyes are anything to go by.
The guy gets out of his chair, bag already over his shoulder, and awkwardly clears his throat and Kisumi does his best to blink down at him with some suave anticipation. He's trying for cool but the blank face before him clearly isn't buying it, and continues to hold out the borrowed pencil for him to take back.
Kisumi smiles and covers the other end of it, using it as some sort of leverage to stand up too, but then pushes it back towards the guy. "Doesn't matter to me," he smiles.
The guy bristles and appears to click his jaw. He'd hiss, if he was a cat. He'd be one of those black ones that acts like a stray, stalking the neighbourhood and giving the suspicious types panic attacks while pretending to be totally innocent. And then he'd go home to a cushy bed with a heart shaped pillow and get picked up and petted on by his doting owner… Kisumi realises his roomie Makoto would make an excellent companion for this little guy… and be served up a platter of his favourite fish.
"Thanks," he grunts, frowning at the pencil in his hand as Kisumi pulls away. He looks more confused than anything, but is sincere none the less.
"Don't mention it. Worth it to get to sit next to such a cutie," Kisumi winks, straining his cheeky grin as long as he thinks he can manage it before he crumbles into a blush.
Sure it's the first day of school and all… new starts and all that… but maybe he's pushing it a little far. Especially when his cat just stares at him.
… And then turns on his heel to run away. Kisumi quickly reaches out for his arm.
"So I'm Kisumi!" he beams.
"…Haru," and Haru promptly prises Kisumi's fingers from around his wrist. "So. Um. Bye."
"See you tomorrow!" Kisumi calls after him.
When he's finished waving like an idiot to the back of the guy that is absolutely not going to turn around and wave back at him, he slumps back down into his seat to finish packing away his things. He flips his notepad to the back cover, mindlessly doodling with the pen he's just picked up, and ends up with a little black cat. He shades it in, being unusually careful for his more exuberant style of art, and gives it a border shaped like a heart.
He blushes all by himself as he realises what he's done. What is this, high school? Middle school? They've barely exchanged a dozen words and here he is day dreaming like a silly little preteen. But there's just something about that cool attitude he totally digs, and ends up smiling to himself all the way home.
Makoto tactfully avoids questioning his head-over-heels trance as he mindlessly sprawls out on the couch. Makoto prefers the armchair in their little flat.
"So how was your day?" he asks instead, but Kisumi can't help smiling. He's already given himself away, and turns his head towards him.
"Oh, you know, first day stuff."
"Mm… mine's been boring. I've probably had the same introductory speech four times today, and I've got it again tomorrow at tryouts."
"Swim team?" Kisumi asks just to confirm, and Makoto nods. "I need to get the date for the basketball!"
"Thursday," Makoto offers, smiling away.
"You're a God, Mako," Kisumi swoons. "Gonna pull off another miracle and make dinner, too?"
Makoto just snorts but diligently gets up. "Yeah, alright, and you gonna tell me what's got you so preoccupied?"
"I don't know what you mean," Kisumi lies, turning into the side of the couch now.
"Uh huh. Bet he's cuuu-uuute!"
Kisumi makes some noise his little cat-boy could probably translate and pouts his way through the rest of their evening. But at least it covers up the sappy smile that's otherwise threatening to take over. And hey, for his cop-out of taking a real history course, this Art History thing might not be so bad!
Daxii: SO THIS IS SO FUN TO DO and argh I'm such a KisuHaru slut it's about time something happened with a full-length multi chap, and it's so awesome to do it with one of my favourite fluff-authors! Hope you stay around for the party because this is going to be SO MUCH FUN! witchy_alien: i am so excited to be working with such talent! and i hope you are too. please look forward to more blushing and other cute things!
witchy_alien: i am so excited to be working with such talent! and i hope you are too. please look forward to more blushing and other cute things!